Folly Hill

Gina was doing the walk of shame, heading to her dorm. She was barefoot, and her black mini-dress was stained with alcohol and possibly semen. Her light brown hair was now in a ponytail. She remembered that the night before, her roommate Rachel had commented on how perfectly set it had been, as if she had it done in town by one of those frightful attitude-ladies that gobbled candy all day.

"What did I even do? With whom?" Gina said, checking to see if she was wearing panties - her hand feeling a bare bottom.

The college freshman stopped before entering the building, readied her greeting for the RA, then turned around, thinking maybe she should go back to the empty car she woke up in; a nondescript car parked on a hill overlooking the football field. She wondered about the football team and recalled they had lost. Was it a bet she lost, Gina thought as she looked down to her dirty feet. At least her ankle bracelet was still on, but her designer heels were not anywhere near her when she woke up. She shrugged and walked into the building, scanned her card and gave a submissive smile to the bespectacled RA with her usual ill-fitting bra. Gina wanted to free her of her undersized brassieres by getting her ones that fit better.

"Hi," Gina said.

The RA, Madison, cleared her throat and looked annoyed by Gina's bare feet.

Heading for the elevators, Gina felt offended that Madison did not act concerned in the least. She knew that her appearance meant something may have happened, but Gina just didn't know what.

_____

Rachel was probably in the shower, Gina thought. The roommates clothing - a white bra, purple panties, a hoodie with the school's logo, and dark blue yoga shorts - were spread out on her bed. Gina felt the silky panties. A couple of months into their first semester, and Gina knew that Rachel preferred purple and dark pink for her panties. Gina tried to remember what color she had worn the day before. She figured she wore something white to go with the black dress. Most other times, Gina wore a shade of blue.

Waiting for Rachel to finish her shower. Gina found some wipes and sat down in her bed; she started to clean her feet and legs. The thought that she had misplaced something else suddenly hit her. Her purse! She worried if she had even taken it, and was unsure if she had taken more than her lanyard with her ID and the key to her room.

Gina was about to go and look on the mirror above her dresser, but Rachel, wearing a towel on her torso and a shower cap, stepped into the room, humming some song, feeling good about herself. That disconcerted Gina and made her feel shameful to be in her condition.

Rachel had come to the university from a neighboring state, while Gina was an in state student. Both girls were cordial enough, but Gina sensed the former softball star — who turned down the chance to play at smaller schools — was a bit too serious and dismissed her for partying on weekends. Although one particular night, as Gina held tight to the toilet bowl, Rachel offered to get her roommate something, anything, to help her. Rachel even directed the shorter — barely five-foot — Gina to her bed where she passed out.

"Hey," Gina said in a half voice.

"Are you okay?" Rachel said. "Sorry if I stayed too long in the bathroom."

"I don't know what happened. I woke up in some strange car on Folly Hill with no panties."

"What!" Rachel exclaimed, walking over to Gina.

Gina checked to see if she still had on her bra and said, "fuck! They took my bra, too."

The look on Rachel's face - allowing for real concern that her roommate may have suffered at the hands of some guy - seemed like she wanted to feel around for Gina's bra, discovering its absence. These two had certainly felt the warmth of dorm living and that ineffable connection that feeds curiosity and lust. They had both looked out for flashes of skin, of body parts that proclaimed youth and discovery. Gina liked Rachel's ass and Rachel enjoyed the glimpses of Gina's bouncy breasts.

"Do you feel sore?" Rachel said. "Have you checked for anything out of the ordinary? Your morning after default?"

"I haven't," Gina said, wanting to rip her dress off and run into the shower in a fit of panic, but all she did was stare at Rachel's feet, noticing how they were posed: her right foot was turned and the pressed against the inner side of her left foot. The almost 5'9" Rachel appeared prepared to command.

"Do you want me to check for swelling or tears?" Rachel asked, shortening a void that had kept them off limits from each other. There was a certain element of failure if you became good friends or anything even close to that with a roommate. Cordially existing together was difficult enough. How could these two have been more, both had thought at different times.

"Were you headed out? Don't let me keep you from whatever you were going to do," Gina said, intrigued by the idea of Rachel looking into the sacred cavity at her core, the reason she even ventured out - whether she remembered or not- to Folly Hill. She wondered if the emblem on the car signified it was a BMW or something close in pedigree.

Rachel did not say anything, kneeling down to her confused roommate. Gina wondered if Rachel was taking satisfaction in seeing her so far off her normal self, needy and uncertain.

The towel loosened and Rachel tightened it just enough. At that moment, just as Rachel twisted the towel, Gina realized that Rachel was soon going to breathe the same air as her vagina.

"Hike up your skirt," Rachel said.

Gina did as she was told, taking the stained garment slowly up her thighs. She was glad that she has washed her feet earlier.

Placing hands on Gina's thigh, there was a warmth on Rachel's hands that made Gina tingly despite her immediate concerns. For the first time since she had learned the name of her roommate, Gina felt close to the girl who liked to jog, liked to spend time outdoors, and liked to masturbate in bed before falling asleep. Gina, out of the corner of her eye, enjoyed watching Rachel's left hand move under the covers.

There was a long pause, as the roommate looked closely at Gina's private area. Gina's face at first looked embarrassed, but she soon started to enjoy the attention and awaited Rachel's evaluation.

"I think you're good," Rachel said, placing a finger on Gina's lips.

There was no swelling and no signs of irritation.

"Really?" Gina said.

"This was not used last night," Rachel felt around some more.

Gina put her own hand on top of Rachel's and finally found the nerve to have a look of her own. Things looked in order, she thought; last night had not resulted in a violation of that sort.

"What about anal?" Rachel said.

"Uh, no. I'd be feeling that right now. One boyfriend tried once and ended up just using his thumb on me," Gina said.

"Let's make sure," Rachel said, enthusiastically.

Gina looked caught, not wanting to come off as unappreciative.

Rachel patted the bed, signaling to Gina to present her ass for inspection. Reluctantly, Gina got herself on all fours, feeling more exposed now with her unguarded rear. Rachel placed a hand on Gina's back, making contact with some stains from the previous night. A hand was placed on Gina's right cheek; the thumb flirting with the crack. Gina was certain that thumb and sphincter made contact. Gina waited quietly, slightly embarrassed.

Rachel cleared her throat but still said nothing. Turning her head to get a view of Rachel, Gina struggled to see what was going on. All she could see was the white towel.

"All good here," Rachel said, moving her hand across Gina's butt with an approving touch.

"Yeah, I would have felt the after effects of that fore sure," Gina said, turning her body and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling down on her skirt that still allowed for exposure of her upper thighs. The back still hiked up over her rear.

Rachel stood quiet. The towel was very loose now. As Rachel reached to take off her shower cap, the towel fell off of her. Gina felt glued to her C cups. Gina had glimpsed them from time to time, but up close they were impressive, blending size, shape, symmetry, and color into an amazing feature.

From there, Gina's eyes traveled down a flat, pleasingly soft stomach. An independent belly button pushed out - a uniqueness unto itself. Down from there to a very short triangle of hair. The coloring closely matched her auburn, shoulder-length mane that was wildly in need of a brushing.

Rachel, without her towel dress, was the perfect remedy for the strangeness of the morning, Gina thought. Still, her petite build made Gina envious of her athletically curvy roommate.

Reaching for the stained hem of the mini-dress, Rachel proceeded to completely lay the morning bare for Gina, who was wondering if the white stains on the dress were from guys using a passed out freshman as a depository for their cum.

Rachel eyed Gina's conical shaped boobs with lust, grabbing a pink nipple and tugging on it, moving in front of Gina's face, presenting her own womanhood. Gina grabbed some of the ample ass, feeling the muscles of a one-time star athlete. Gina moved her tongue and licked the belly button, finding the protrusion irresistible. Rachel moaned, holding on to Gina's hair, feeling that it was sticky in spots but said nothing.

The event, their morning of arrival was now upon them. Tongues forced their way onto their favorite parts; hands competed for deftness of touch. Sapphic commitment/delivery was worth extra points in the society of sisterhood.

"Mhhmm," one girl moaned.

"Why did we wait so long?" Another said.

"You weren't ready."

"I am now!"

The taller girl maneuvered the shorter one onto her back, forcing her to look up at the drab ceiling. Gina, with a racing mind, felt better - a lot better - when Rachel, once again on her knees, started to finger her. It felt gentle; unharmed petals on a flower opening up, turning towards the heroic/morning sun. Rachel nibbled on nipples, brushed Gina's cheeks, finally kissing her. The panic of the morning had subsided. This was a level of comfort Gina had never known. The gate was now opened and she willingly entered.

One hand with agile fingers worked the walls of her pussy, while the other caressed her face. Gina greedily sucked on the long middle finger, thinking that she was spared the night before of something beyond her control. Well, she knew control did not give much to do with it. Some gentleman caller, satisfied with her undergarments, did not defile her, she thought.

Girly moans seeped out from Gina; her eyes zoned-out, giving all herself to Rachel now. She wanted to scream when it all stopped suddenly. She turned and saw Rachel crawling across the floor to a nightstand. Gina watched Rachel's naked body move around - ass cheeks in need of a little color but otherwise perfect - and come back with vibrating, purple dildo.

"I'm going to pull the wildest orgasm out of your tight pussy," Rachel said into Gina's ear.

"Lube, please, for my tight twatty!" Gina said.

"How could I forget," Rachel said, retracing her route to the night stand.

Rachel found what she was looking for and headed back to the bed.

"I just wanted to see you crawl again. You look amazing on all fours," Gina said.

"Glad you liked it," Rachel said.

"Your athletic body is amazing."

"I wondered if you did or not. I'm happy you do."

Slowly, gently, and almost lovingly, was the pace that Rachel used to enter Gina with the purple piece she was gifted by her older sister, who told her that college required it for just the right days and even on the wrong days. A trusty friend she was willing to acquaint with Gina.

Circling lightly, then pulsating before entry, the dildo was in, filling Gina's space, drilling, boring in. Gina mumbled, made a declaration that made Rachel smirk. The purple penis was doing its job. Once again she fingered Gina's pouty mouth, feeling tongue, teeth, and lips.

Fondling her own breasts, Gina gave the moment all she had. Rachel's index finger on her free hand filled Gina's belly button. This was too much for Gina - all the attention to her pleasure. She had a short, yet forceful orgasm. Rachel leaned in to her ear once again and said, "relax, my petite princess, let me find you a better one than that."

The technique was slightly different now. Rachel tried to go deeper while retracting the dildo to the edge of coming out every few thrusts. She was trying to hit all the spots, taking a tour of Gina's inner walls and nerve endings. The look of satisfaction on her fellow freshman was too much. Rachel now used her free hand on herself. She could not believe how wet she already was. This was going to be so much fun, she thought. THE CLIMAX TO THIS!!

Working herself with her steady fingers, and working Gina with the familiar buzz of her tool, Rachel was setting the final act up intimately. More vibing and this orgasm resulted in loud gasps, moans, and screams. A few swear words laced it all together perfectly. Gina's body went limp and she smiled.

"You bitch! That was so good. Why did you wait so long to do me?" Gina shouted.

"Princess, I'm so close. Finish me," Rachel said to a nodding, wide-eyed Gina.

A very wet Rachel stood and climbed onto the bed, turning off the vibrator and tossing it between Gina's legs. She now positioned herself on top of Gina, moving quickly to the top of her. Rachel's legs straddled Gina's head, keeping any weight off of her. Her pussy was close to dripping, offering itself to Gina's face, her tongue. Once the roommate obliged, Rachel started to use her face like a landing pad, like a base for fun.

Reaching behind her, Rachel grabbed the pair of nipples and turned them like a combination lock, wanting to pick the lock of her own release. The previous, unremembered night and the ecstasy of two orgasms had drained her, but she had no choice than to oblige her roommate who had called her princess That was worth future orgasms by her own hand.

It occurred to Rachel to use Gina's tied up hair to get to the finish. The orgasm gushed forth on top of Gina. Rachel did not look down at first, but knew that her juices found their target.

"Wow! That was perfect!" Rachel said, sliding off Gina and moving to her side. She could now see the beautiful mess of Gina's face.

"I can't remember last night, but this helped me forget that I couldn't remember," Gina said.

"That makes perfect sense."

Gina had a long laugh.

"I didn't want to say anything, but I think I should know, your hair has some sticky spots from last night. Maybe cum."

Gina looked at Rachel with a trace of fear. She laughed again and snuggled closer to Rachel's breasts."

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