Rebecca Butler: Freshman nymph

When she entered her room in Bentley Hall that evening she saw Marjie sitting naked in front of the mirror, fixing her makeup. Marjie looked over her shoulder and gave a shy smile of greeting.

"Hi, Beck," she said in a friendly tone. "How's it going?"

Becky shrugged as she dropped her books onto the bed and sat down to take off her shoes. Marjie got up from the mirror seat and came over to her.

"Beck," she began softly, "I've been wanting to talk to you since last night. Jeez, I don't know how to begin, but I just have to tell you how sorry I am."

"It's all right," Becky shrugged. She began to undo the buttons of her top.

"It's not all right, goddamn it!" Marjie said, her voice harsher this time. "I mean, I said some rotten things to you last night, and that note on the door was pretty low, too. I felt like shit all night and all day, wanting to apologize."

She sat down on the bed across from Becky, her eyes seeking forgiveness. "Look, Beck," she continued, "I didn't mean any of the stuff I said to you. It was just me and I was kinda mad and then when I found out what you were supposed to do-well, it just made me see red. Beck, I like to think of you as a kid sister of mine. You know, I never had any sisters or brothers, and I was kinda lonely when I was younger, you know, without anybody to boss around or show the ropes to. But, bell, you're not me, you're not my kid sister, you're my friend. I don't have the right to pull any Ten Commandments on you, especially in view of a few things I've done in my time."

"Really, Marjie," Becky protested. "You don't have to apologize to me."

"But I do," Marjie retorted. "Here my only commandment, my only Golden Rule, has always been 'If it feels good, do it!' and as soon as you try something that I don't think would feel good I start moralizing and preaching to you. God, I feel like a real bitch. But if you can forgive me, I'd be just tickled pink to keep on being your friend."

Becky smiled. The anger she bad felt against Marjie had long since begun to dissipate, and only someone more venomous than she would hold a grudge. "Look," she said, "it's all right. I mean, I said some mean things to you, too. I was kinda hoping you might have a little forgiveness for me."

Marjie's face broke into a wide grin that showed off nicely her front teeth. Becky studied the other girl's face, and then her eyes darted briefly across Marjie's nude form. For the first time since they had met, she wondered if Marjie had ever made it with another girl. She wondered what Marjie would say if she suddenly cupped those large brown-capped tits in her hands and then kissed their tips softly. Would that be a betrayal of her love for Audrey?

Yes, she decided reluctantly, it would be, in a sense. But on the other hand, it might also awaken Marjie to the true, pure joy that lay waiting for her in the realm of girl-love. Perhaps it would be the answer to Marjie's own problems of promiscuity as it had been the solution for hers. But not now. The time wasn't ripe.

"Did you, uh, stay at the sorority house last night?" Marjie was asking. Becky nodded, and what seemed to be relief streaked across the other girl's face. She'd rather be my mother than my sister, Becky thought with a grin. Same old Marjie, trying to keep her poor shy roommate in the game, even when her poor shy roommate was no longer poor and shy but calmly, voluptuously beautiful, sensitive, and, most important of all, finally enlightened about the truest joys of love.

Marjie stole a peek at Becky's wristwatch. "Oh, Gods," she moaned, "I'm late! Got a date with this guy tonight. He's a zowie fuck, but he's supposed to be waiting at the Cheap Thrills bar, and if I don't hurry up and get there, he'll be laid out under a table somewhere."

She flurried about the room, hastening her face into a state that met her approval, combing her hair with careless speed, dressing in a blur of flying arms and legs and fits. "Gotta go, Beck," she called as she went out the door.

"See you later, and we can talk some more."

Becky was lying in bed reading when the door swung open and Marjie came stomping in, about eleven-thirty that night. The short dark girl had a look of ineffable scorn on her face as she stormed across the room and threw herself upon her bed.

"Goddamn it to hell!" she yelled, thumping her fist against her pillow again and again.

Becky looked at her. Marjie's eyes drifted up and met hers, then averted themselves.

"What's wrong?" Becky asked.

"Oh, nothing," Marjie raged. "Just that sonofabitch Alan. The guy I went out with tonight."

Becky suppressed a chuckle. "Don't tell me he was drunk by the time you got to him."

"No," Marjie admitted, "but he didn't miss it by much. Do you know what that bastard did? We sat there in the Cheap Thrills, in a booth way back in the corner, and he had his prick out underneath the table, letting me feel it. But he kept on drinking, and kept on drinking, and kept on drinking, just like a goddamn fish, and the last time I put my fingers on his cock, just to make sure it was still there, you know? Well, what did he do but shoot his load all of a sudden, all over my fingers, all over the floor, everywhere! And then, when we split, you know, to go somewhere and do a little balling, he couldn't get it back up. He kinda grinned and said that was what usually happened when he had too much beer, and how would I like to try again tomorrow night?"

"Oh, Lord," Becky laughed.

"It's not funny," Marjie said. "I haven't been had in three days, and you k-now I have to have it oftener than that. Shit, what a bummer!"

She rolled off the bed and began to strip. When she was naked, she turned on the light at the vanity table and sat down in front of the mirror to take off her makeup. Every time she dabbed at her face with the cold cream she muttered "Fuck" very low, but clearly audible.

Marjie was aware of eyes upon her and she looked toward Becky's bed. It was empty. She looked up into the mirror in front of her. Becky stood behind her, holding her Snoopy nightshirt in one hand, her body bare and golden-glowing.

"Was it really as bad as you think, Marj?" Becky asked.

"Was it?" Marjie snorted. "It was worse. This guy has seven inches if he's got a centimeter, but he doesn't know when to tell the bartender he's had enough. Oh,! heard about him before I went out with him. But I thought sure as hell I could keep him sober enough to make sure I got punched good. How wrong can you be, Martin?" she added wryly.

Becky wondered if the time were indeed ripe. Maybe this was the opportunity she had been craving all evening, the chance to initiate Marjie into the secret joys of lesbianism. Certainly her roommate was horny, frustrated, angry. Would she be receptive? That was the question, and there was only one way to find out. She certainly hoped the answer was yes, because she wanted Marjie to share what she had learned in Audrey's arms, wanted the stacked body of her roomie to discover how great loving could be, how much more satisfying than with a guy who was all muscle and prodding and shoving his cock halfway down a girl's throat, strangling her on his manhood, or, even worse, sticking it in a dry channel, jacking himself off, squirting his come, and pulling out, leaving the poor girl writhing and craving her own release. You didn't have that problem with a girl. You didn't have to wait for her to get her prick up, bard enough to use, didn't have to worry about her coming and getting soft before you'd gotten over the hump yourself. Girls could go on and on until both of them were satisfied, and when they were finished, it was all clean, none of that slimy juice flowing in sticky oozes out of your hole and onto the mattress so that you had to sleep in the wet. Girls were best of all.