Rebecca Butler: Freshman nymph

At last the girls rolled apart, lay side by side on the floor, heads reversed, hands clasped.

Marjie was the first to speak. "Jeez, Beck," she gushed, "I don't know what that was all about, but I must admit-I kinda liked it."

Becky laughed, laughed like a tinkling silver bell. "You were so horny when you came in I just had to do something to help you out," she explained.

Weakly, reluctantly, Marjie got to her feet. She lay down upon her bed. Becky followed, started to lie down beside her. Marjie raised a hand in protest.

"No, not again," she said. "I don't think I could stand another one. Gods, Beck, where did you pick that up, anyway? Would you believe that never in my almost-nineteen years of living have I ever tried anything with a girl-until tonight?"

"See what you've been missing," Becky simpered. "But who am I to cast stones. I only learned about it last night myself." She walked over to her own bed, lay down upon it, and kicked her legs high into the air over her head. "Isn't life wonderful!"

There was no reply. She looked quizzically at Marjie's bed. The other girl was asleep, or seemed to be. My, Becky thought That was fast. Tiptoeing to her side, she placed her fingers upon a bare brown teat, studying the girl's face as she fondled it. No trace of recognition. No telltale eye flashing. No suspicious speeding-up of breath rate. She must really be out. Sighing, Becky returned to her bed and lay masturbating skillfully, fingers burrowing and cit-pinching, until weariness overtook her and she too drifted into the land of dreams.

Becky was alone next manning when she awoke. She arose leisurely, dressed leisurely, and had breakfast in the dorm cafeteria. She had no classes today until noon, and so she returned to the room after her meal to prepare for a political science lecture later in the day.

Marjie came in about ten-thirty, her eyes nervous as a trapped rabbit's. She winced at Becky's cheerful greeting and made her way to the window. She stood leaning against the sill, watching from the side of her face as Becky sat, book in hand, at her desk.

"Becky," she began in a voice that quavered a little, "I want you to know that I like you a hell of a lot. You've been a good kid all the time we've been rooming together here, but-"

"What's wrong?" Becky teased. "You sound as if you've just been told you only have a week to live. Or even worse, as if you've just been told I only have a week to live and you don't know how to break the news to me."

Marjie grinned with half her mouth. "It's something like that," she said uncomfortably. "Oh, shit!" she blurted. "It's about last night. I dreamed about it all the time after I went to sleep, and I woke up about six this morning and found out I couldn't drop off again. So I got up, went out, and did a lot of thinking."

Becky looked with puzzled expression at her obviously nervous roommate, wondering what the girl was trying to get around to saying.

"Is something the matter?" she asked concernedly. "I thought you enjoyed it, anyway. Besides, I only did it because I wanted to make you feel better."

"That's just it," Marjie explained. "You made me feel a hell of a lot better. Too much better, in fact! Beck, what we did last night put our relationship on a basis I'm afraid to continue. I liked it so much, there's nothing I'd rather do than share a cunt-eating with you again. Right now! But I can't. That is, I won't.

"Beck, you could turn me into a lesbian without a bit of trouble, but that's not what I want. I like guys, I like to fuck guys, and I want to keep on liking it. So. I talked to Jerry-remember, we went to a party at his place early in the fall? Anyway, he's been after me for a while and today I told him, yes, I would move in with him, live with him, you know, provided he didn't try to put his brand on me. I've been at the University Housing Office making the arrangements. Beck, I'm moving into Jerry's place today."

"You're leaving?" Becky asked in a small, hushed voice.

Marjie nodded. "I hate to, but I just don't trust myself with you. Not after last night."

Becky jumped to her feet. She started toward Marjie, but the other girl began to move away as Becky approached. The lovely blonde freshman stopped short, her hands extended, pleading.

"It's all right," she said, her eyes misting. "You can stay. Really you can. I won't do anything to you. Honest, Marjie. I was only trying to be nice to you last night, anyway. I already have a lover of my very own."

Marjie's eyebrows lifted at this information. So Becky had turned dyke with a vengeance? She always did go whole-hog about anything that appealed to her. The short dark girl shook her head.

"That's not good enough. Besides, it's not you I'm worried about. It's me. Becky, I have to go. Don't try to talk me out of it any longer, because it won't do any good. Jerry and I will come over this afternoon and pack up my stuff." She started to move past Becky, for the door. The blonde girl caught her hand.

"Aren't you at least going to kiss me good-bye?" she asked, eyes starting to brim over with the tears she could not restrain. Marjie looked at her, weakening, then impulsively shoved her mouth against Becky's. They kissed, Becky's hands wrapping lightly round Marjie's back, and almost automatically they moved, inch by inch, toward the nearer of the two beds. Just as they were collapsing onto its soft mat, Marjie broke loose, looked deep into Becky's luminous blue eyes, and said softly, "Oh, God damn you, Becky Ryan!" and then her mouth clamped home once more and the girls sank into the pliancy of the bed.

The dorm room was lonely for a while after Marjie had packed her clothes and personal belongings and gone her way, but Becky soon grew accustomed to that. After all, this was only a change in her life, and since coming here to State, she had been in a constant state of flux. She missed having the free and easy Marjie around for consultation and advice, but though she had lost a friend she knew that losing friends was no more than an occupational hazard of life. And though she was minus a friend, Becky was now possessed of a lover, and she knew that the gain more than matched the loss.

She took to spending more and more time at the Sigma Alpha house, often staying overnight to make hot mad love with Audrey, and even when circumstances so leagued themselves as to prevent Becky from getting her hands or mouth on Audrey's lovely tits and pussy, she knew that the opportunity would come soon enough, all the sweeter for the tantalization of delay.

The semester dragged on, and Becky continued her pledge activities at Sig Alph. But her trial period was drawing to its close, and she awaited eagerly the initiation ceremony scheduled for mid-December, just before final exams and the semester break. It was then that she would be relieved of her pledge pin, informed that she had fulfilled all the preliminary requirements for membership, and now had the option of becoming a formal, active sister of Sigma Alpha. She knew what her answer to that question would be, for hadn't Audrey promised her that once she had made the transition from pledge to active, Becky would be qualified to move into the sorority house itself? And the pretty blonde freshman wanted absolutely nothing in the world more than she wanted that!

Becky Ryan wandered through the days approaching the ceremonial evening in a state approaching insensibility. She attended her classes, made perfunctory attempts at taking notes, paying attention, and spent her evenings either in Audrey's arms and bed, or on her own bed in the now so empty dorm room, fingers diving madly in her own cunt as she thought about the things she and her lover had done already-or, even more fascinating, the things they soon would do.