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My name is Christie, and I recently became a lesbian's lover. I didn't plan it, it just happened. Well, Heather
made it happen. It happened while I was in a girl's school for five short, heavenly months, but we've stayed in
touch since then. In the weeks to come I will relate my stories as I have the time, and the nerve. My family
brought it all about, although making love to another girl is so great I would have gotten around to it eventually.
Being sent away to a girl's school didn't help, I was angry and confused at my parents, and rebellious. This frame
of mind certainly added to my confusion, but pure lust became my downfall.
It started on the very first day, when I moved into my room. The first thing I noticed was that I wasn't alone.
There was another bed and another girl in the room. When I slammed open the door, with an armful of luggage,
she saw bolt upright in the bed, wearing only a pajama top and a tiny pair of panties. By the way that she quickly rearranged her panties and hid her hand, I knew what she'd been doing. I do it myself occasionally. I was amazed
to find that other girls do it too. Somehow I thought I invented that little finger trick. She saw my gaze and
stiffened, then gave me a knowing smile.
"Hi," she said brightly, then yawned and stretched.
I couldn't help but notice that she was young. Her stomach was firm and slender, like mine, and her breasts
were perfect grape fruit halves, also like mine. In fact, a stranger might mistake us for sisters, except I'm
blonde and she has brown hair. She glanced up shyly and saw my admiring glance. With a giggle she jumped
out of bed and made her way to the adjoining bathroom. She didn't bother closing the door. The sound of her
peeing was loud in the room. I tried to ignore her and unpacked. It was 10:00 o'clock and I was tired.
Luckily it was Friday night and I wouldn't be expected to attend any classes in the morning.
"My name's Heather," the girl came strutting back and extended her hand.
I took it suspiciously, not knowing if she'd washed it or not. The chill of her flesh and trace of moisture
assured me that she had.
"I'm Christie," I shook her hand firmly.
She gave my hand a quick squeeze before sitting on my bed next to my pile of suitcases.
"Can I help you unpack?"
"God no, I'm just getting out the stuff I need. I'll unpack after I've slept for 15 hours. Thanks for the offer though."
"No problem. Is there anything you need?"
"A new family would be nice."
"bad, huh?"
"What?"
"Are you here for the duration, or just the semester?"
"I don't know. My parents had a big fight, started talking about divorce, and BANG, I ended up here before
I knew what hit me. Hell, I'm an 18 year old high school senior, what was so important that they couldn't let me
finish school at home? I'll be going off to college in five month anyway."
"That's tough. Well if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or... anything,"
she said significantly, "just let me know. I'll do my best to please you."
"Great, thanks. Is there anything you need?" I asked, then kicked myself for leaving such an opening.
"Do you have any "c" batteries?"
"Huh?"
"You know, the small round batteries that go in a vibrator?"
"I... wha... Heather, I've never even seen a vibrator before, much less owned one."
"Too bad, it helps you get through the nights. Well, if you want to borrow mine, just yell. I'll get a supply of
batteries tomorrow. I guess I'll just have to finish up with the ole finger for tonight."
"Heather, you're a pervert," I said with mixed outrage and humor. I had never seen a girl like her before.
"Of course I am, everybody knows that. But I'm a cute one," she said,
batting her eyes at me, then jumping up to go to her own bed. "Nightie-night,"
she called and turned off the light over her bed."
"Night, Heather," I said absently as I took out the camel shirt I used for pajamas. With Heather in the room
I suddenly wished I had more to wear. Maybe my sweats... no, they would be too hot. I turned off the light
before I changed into my own clean underwear and the shirt. Even then I felt that Heather's eyes were probing
the darkness to watch. I quickly jumped into bed and pulled the light blanket up to my chin.
"Heather, I come from a broken home, I pop pills to sleep, so if the building burns down, please drag me out."
"No problem, I take sleeping pills sometimes too. I think it goes with the territory around here," her voice
said thoughtfully from the darkness.
I decided that she was a pretty level-headed girl when she wasn't trying to be a pervert.
"I've... I've never been in a girl's school before, is it scary? I mean, I've heard it's like a reformatory."
"Naw, hell no. The girls here are fine, well most of them anyway. There are always a few sluts around wherever
you go. We have our share, I guess. But I'm pretty much left alone, to rough for most of them. You know
what I mean?"
"I guess."
"I grew up on a dairy farm, I could pound a 1500 pound cow into the cement for kicking me, and not bat an
eyelid. Compared to that, these girls ain't much. You just stick with me until you learn your way around, and
don't join any groups, you wouldn't know what you were joining until it was too late. Trust me on that."
"Ok," I said, too tired to ask questions. The pills were starting to take effect.
I had wonderful dreams that night of warm, soft lips caressing my body, exploring the private depths of my womanhood in a careful, knowing way. In my dreams it was a handsome brown-haired boy. He kissed his
way down my chest to my privates, then began probing my inner depths with his hot, stiff, tongue. I
withered under his ministrations, feeling an orgasm building in my loins until I exploded in his mouth. He held his
mouth over my pussy until my orgasm died, then gently licked my inner thighs and left. I couldn't ever remember
having such realistic dreams before. I woke up happy and totally fulfilled.
"Boy, you're chipper this morning," Heather said as she came out of the bathroom, drying her hair. She
was wearing a very respectable linen bathrobe. She looked nice, with all her makeup washed off. Kind of
young and fresh.
"I had wonderful dreams and a wonderful night's sleep," I said enthusiastically. "If I can sleep like that
every night, I might actually enjoy it here," I said as I tossed a pile of jeans on the bed near my pillow.
I took out my underpants and stockings, carrying them to the top drawer. I kept out one pair for changing after my shower. I turned and found Heather's bare ass staring me in the face. She was pulling on her panties. She turned
and found me staring open-mouthed.
"What?"
"I'm... I'm not used to changing in front of others," I stumbled over my own words, trying not to blush so hard.
"You get used to it around here. Besides, we are roommates, where else can we change, in that little stall they call a bathroom? I've had suitcases bigger than that."
"Oh, it's all right, I just wasn't expecting it. I've never seen a girl's bare... well, you know," I said in embarrassment.
"Pussy?"
"Yeah," I admitted, turning completely red and turning away quickly.
"Relax, this is the land of pussies. No men allowed here, nothing but female flesh for a far as you can see. I like it."
"I'm sure I'll get used to all this, but I led a rather sheltered life.
"Boy, what a shock," I said with a half-laugh.
"I'm famous for that. Shocking people is my trademark."
"What are you doing today?" I asked, trying to cover my embarrassment.
"Shopping. I can't survive without those batteries."
"You were serious about that?"
"You bet. How do you survive without a vibrator?"
"Heather!"
"Don't Heather me, you're 18 so how do you manage?"
"I take long showers and let the water hit me down there, sometimes," I felt like dying for admitting it, but she
was so persistent.
"And you don't use your finger? Well?" she asked after a long pause.
"Yes, I use it sometimes," I roughly admitted as I grew a little angry.
"So why not try something much better?"
"They might catch it in my drawer."
"Who, the matrons around here? I can take you to any of their rooms and show you a vibrator in each dresser.
You don't believe me? I've seen them, I used to clean rooms here when I was new."
We hit the town, shopped, and had a leisurely lunch in a little cafe. It was a nice day and Heather was acting
like a human, for a change. She only seemed to become a pervert in our room. I wondered if she might be a
lesbian, but since I never knew one, and didn't know exactly what a lesbian was, I had no way of knowing.
We ate at the school cafeteria. It was filled with girls from 8 to 18. I had never seen so many girls packed into
one small room before. Heather said it was surprising to find so many girls still at school on a Saturday. After
eating we went back to our room. I was totally exhausted from a day of nearly non-stop walking. For the first
time in years, I decided that I wouldn't need a sleeping pill that night. Exhaustion would be all the pill I needed.
After the exotic dreams of the night before, I couldn't wait to get to sleep.
"Night, Heather," I said as I snuggled under the sheets and felt my eyes drooping.
"Night, sweetie. Did you take your pill already?"
"Yeah," I lied, to tired to discuss it with her. Besides, it really wasn't any of her business.
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