Rebecca Butler - Freshman nymph

"If you'll let me eat you again, I won't need any food the rest of the day," Becky teased, her fingers reaching out to stroke lazily at Audrey's thigh. The older girl's skin was tight, beautiful, just like everything else about her. Becky loved her so much, wanted nothing more from life than to spend it in bed with Audrey, living only for the sensations each of them could arouse in the other's body.

"You'd better get some real food in you, and get to classes," Audrey commanded. "Remember, Sigma Alpha requires good grades, and if you think you can spend your days in bed and still get high marks, you've got a lot to learn, Becky doll."

Reluctantly the feline young freshman crawled from the comfortable bed and stepped to the clothes she had brought with her from the bathroom last night. "Hey," she said, suddenly remembering, "didn't you say I could borrow a pair of your panties? I mean, this skirt is pretty short, and I don't want the whole world looking at my pussy. Not now, anyway. It belongs to somebody special." Audrey laughed. She fumbled through a dresser drawer and tossed Becky a yellow bikini. "My hips are a little broader than yours-"

"But beautiful," Becky simpered, feeling like a grade school girl with a sudden crush.

"Get dressed," Audrey laughed. "I have a class at eight and if you keep on, I'm gonna end up in the sack with you. Even sorority presidents have to have good grades, baby."

Becky slipped on the panties, then the rest of her clothing. "Well," she said, "I guess I'd better get over to the dorm and change. This Isn't exactly a classroom dress."

"I like it," Audrey said, eyeing the revelation of Becky's nipples in the bodice. "But aren't you forgetting something?"

"Jay tore my bra," she reminded the other girl, "and yours were too big for my poor little breasties."

"Not that," the oilier girl laughed. She held out a hand to Becky. On its palm rested the pledge pin Becky bad torn off her chest last night and returned to Audrey with such vehemence.

"Oh," and Becky reached gratefully. She took the pin, her fingers touching it as though it were a holy relic. "I nearly forgot it. Thank you, Audrey, for giving me another chance."

"We couldn't afford to lose a girl like you," Audrey smiled. She watched as Becky stepped to the mirror and repinned the little badge, right above her thumping heart.

Marjie was already gone when Becky returned to her room at the dorm. Really, she thought, it didn't matter in the least. After the words they'd had last night, when Becky was getting ready for her disastrous evening with Jay, the lovely blonde didn't really give a good goddamn if she never saw her roommate again.

This was Thursday, Becky reminded herself as she gathered up her schoolbooks and note pads for the day. She had gym at nine, biology at eleven, and-she smiled as she thought-Shearing's history class at one-thirty. Well, no more free peeks for him. There had been a time when she enjoyed tantalizing him with clothes that revealed so much of the pretty body that could never again be his; but that was all in the past. Suddenly he didn't matter any more, even as an object of revenge. Not now, not when she had at last found the love for which she had been searching. The movie she had seen in the Bentley Hall basement that long ago night came back to her, and she recalled once more the line from the song: "Funny how young lovers start as friends." It made her smile. In the person of Audrey she had combined friend and lover, and it was both funny and beautiful.

Gym class was for the first time an ordeal for Becky. She did her exercises in the gym, played basketball with the other girls, and at the proper time returned to the locker room, undressed, and took a communal shower. The sense of being nude among other girls had long since ceased to bother her, but now she found herself studying carefully the bodies around her, wondering if that lovely girl with the large tits and thinly haired cunt would be an enjoyable lover. Or how about the tall slim black girl, her skin glowing like wet ebony as she turned rhythmically beneath the shower faucet?

Becky supposed she was a lesbian now, but she was deeply committed to this new way of life, now that Audrey had opened her eyes to its beauty and wonderment. But no, damn it, she told herself angrily. She and Audrey were lovers, and in this the true culmination of her sexual existence, she would have no truck with the promiscuity that had marked her passing heterosexual phase. She would be faithful, just as Audrey would, she was positive, be faithful and constant to her.

Tuesday and Thursday meetings of his World Civilization class were the bright spots of Dave Shearing's existence. In spite of the absolute nature of her last rejection, he still harbored the hope that he might persuade Miss Becky Ryan to acknowledge his existence, discover the fact that he loved her with an abiding passion that could not be stilled by simple logic. He looked forward to those class sessions when he could at least look at her while he delivered his lectures. He waited with eager anticipation the revelation of whatever provocative costume she had chosen to wear to class each time, knowing, even as he drooled mentally with the thought, that she was only dressing to spite him, to tease him with what he couldn't have. But his affection for her, his admiration not only for her body, her sex, but for her sharp, intelligent mind as well-these caused him to overlook the source of her actions and to merely appreciate the results.

Today, he knew, even as he saw her enter, she was more beautiful than ever. And most interesting of all, she was wearing a pantsuit that revealed as little of her creamy flesh as possible. The sleeves were long, the top fitting her perfect form so loosely it could almost be called baggy, and the pants billowed rather than clung.

But there was no gainsaying the sparkle of her face, the lilt of her step. He noted with approval the proud angle at which she carried her high-set young breasts, studied the perky tilt of the sorority pledge pin that capped her left tit. He admired the casual swinging of her hips, the way her facial muscles worked as she looked round the room upon entering. Something had happened to her. He wondered what it was. Could she have found a guy and fallen in love with him since the last class meeting? Could that be it? Something, God knew, had settled upon her since the last time he'd seen her, something he couldn't explain or account for, but something which had deepened, accentuated the already stimulating femininity of this girl, the girl as far as he was concerned. Jesus, he wanted her so badly! He wanted to throw her down upon his desk and fuck her in sight of the rest of the class, anything to show her how much he loved her, how much he'd dare for her sake alone!

After Shearing's class, Becky went to the library and studied for awhile, then made her way to the sorority house. It gave her a thrill of secret joy to talk to Audrey lackadaisically in front of the other Sig Alph actives and pledges, knowing what no one else did-that she and Audrey were lovers, true lovers, grand lovers, the kind books and plays and poems were written about, the kind who shared great secret passions and died and went to heaven, there to loll in one another's arms forever and ever, sexing on clouds.

But to her great disappointment, Becky found, once she'd gotten Audrey alone where they could talk, that it wouldn't be feasible for her to come over tonight for another love-tryst. Her eyes registered the sinking feelings that swept over her then, and Audrey planted a soft, sweet, honeyed kiss on her pouting lips and told her that the whole weekend was theirs. Becky's toes wiggled inside her shoes to think that from Friday evening to Sunday evening she and Audrey would be virtually alone in the house and would be able to enjoy all they had previously experienced, and, doubtless, new, yet untested delights as well.