Chapter 2

SUZANNE

Suzanne was feeling great. The air was warm. The water inviting. The gulls calling over tidbits of food by the coral lagoon. And best of all, Pierre was giving her loving caresses as he applied the sun cream. The touch was gentle, almost tentative and he kept repeating himself by applying the cream to the same areas on her back. Over and over, always on the low back, above her bikini and never up to her bare, strapless back. Although it felt so good, she stirred slightly. She wanted some of that attention elsewhere, maybe even up front if no one was around.

As she stirred, she sensed darkness and suddenly….she was awake, back in her room, curled up on a futon. The gentle rubbing continued however, always on her low back in lovely, soothing circles. Suzanne was confused, almost turned to see who was there, when she remembered the night before. It was Michelle, who fell asleep on her futon, who must be giving her a mini back rub. It felt so good she didn't stir, lest Michelle stop for good.

The massage had been great. Suzanne had never had anyone so in her control. She had never done such a thorough job, even massaging breasts and near the pubic area. Although it was not meant to be sexual, merely sensual, Suzanne got the idea Michelle was perhaps more than simply relaxing with the massage. Suzanne could easily tell what Michelle's pulse was doing and even saw small gasps of air when the breasts were massaged. But nothing was like when she had massaged her inner thighs. Somehow she felt Michelle had almost lost it at that point. Suzanne had moved on down the legs quickly, but was intrigued.

She knew Michelle was fully straight, at least she always dated guys and had never come on to any of the girls in the dorm. If she had, word would have spread like wildfire. As Suzanne lay there feeling the smooth gentle touch of her suitemate, she began to wonder if perhaps Michelle was playing close to the edge. Or maybe she just felt so good she wanted to return the favor that morning. Whatever was going on, she was going to relax and enjoy. Besides, she'd had fun last night and enjoyed her power over Michelle.

Suzanne realized she was still totally naked. After the quick, sisterly kiss, she had snuffed out the candles, curled up beside Michelle and was sacked out in no time flat. Giving a real massage was actually hard work and she was tired from it, too. Now she lay on her side, upper leg pulled up towards her chest, lower leg out straight. This must have presented Michelle with a full view of her ass, but she wasn't embarrassed. After all, she exercised and had a good figure with the right bit of fat in all the right places.

Eventually, Michelle's back rub moved up to the mid and upper back. Gentle strokes covered her across her shoulder blades and up to the neck. They were slow, gentle, unhurried. Lucky thing it was Saturday because Suzanne wanted to stay this way all day.

The hand moved out from the middle of the back and to the side and flank. Now this was getting a bit interesting. Suzanne felt Michelle rub alongside of the torso, slowly up and down and reaching a bit more forward. If she had had breasts the size of Michelle's, certainly her back-rubbing suitemate would have felt the outside edges of the breast. As it was, Suzanne realized all Michelle felt was more lean muscles over ribs. There was no slowing or breaking off of the rubbing. It continued leisurely, without haste. Suzanne felt the hand move down to the low back again and then to her ass.

'Whoa!' thought Suzanne, 'This is getting interesting. Not only nice, but also kinda sexy.' She savored the sensation however and didn't move a muscle. She wished Pierre had been so patient. By now he would have flipped her over and been on top, whether she was ready or not. Not that she was "ready" now, but in an odd sort of way, she was feeling warmth in her low pelvis, a sure sign of impending excitement. The rubbing was first on the upper buttock, smooth and slow strokes. Occasionally the hand drifted down low toward her crack and even lingered there a few times. This felt almost teasing and good, to boot.

After what seemed like forever, Michelle's hand dropped across the crack and started on her lower buttock. This one was down on the futon and couldn't be as easily reached, but still Michelle seemed to take as much time on it as she did the upper one. As the hand started to move again it went down the exposed inner part of the nearer, straight thigh. This too felt wonderful. The hand went down and back up, down and back up. On each up sweep the hand seemed to creep a tiny bit closer to her crack again, but this time from below.

Suzanne became almost frantic. Was she going to touch her there? How should she react? A massage on the pubic bone in the hair was one thing but gentle touches further up from the thigh were something altogether different; openly sexual and openly inviting.

The hand crept closer and closer with each stroke. It now touched her own little hollow, right where she had massaged Michelle to her obvious delight. Suzanne had to admit it felt good, close to her sex, but still not touching even a hint of her lips. It felt so good she even felt the first tingle of moisture forming inside of her. 'I'm getting turned on,' thought Suzanne. 'Saturday morning in the dorm, a girl's with me and I'm getting turned on!' The hand never touched her lips. It moved about in the little thigh hollow, but never went any further. Suzanne eventually wanted more, wanted to feel touches on her and in her, but she still tried to keep still and breathe smoothly and evenly.

As she was about to make a move, a statement, anything, the hand slid up to her side and gently pulled at her, rolling her over and onto her back. Now her full front was exposed to Michelle's view and touch. Suzanne held her breath a few seconds and let out a long, silent sigh as Michelle renewed her attention, this time to the belly. Suzanne was proud of her belly. It was firm and flat, tapering down to her pubes with not a trace of fat. She was glad because her breasts weren't that large and the flat belly seemed to help them appear bigger than they actually were.

Michelle's hand lightly stroked in circles, first clockwise, then counterclockwise. The circles gradually increased in size so the entire abdomen was covered. The circle gradually moved over to one side, near her flank, then the other. Next the hand moved down. Michelle's finger tips trailed through the top of Suzanne's trimmed pubic hair, seeming to pause imperceptibly each time the hair was touched. With each circle the hand went lower and lower, still well away from her labia, but teasingly close. Now Suzanne was truly interested. She wanted more. She wanted those fingertips to stroke lower, up and down along her slit, open the lips, tease her, touch her and please her.

Her breathing came in shallower breaths, but still she did not move another muscle, keeping her eyes gently closed. She did not want open them, fearing to look would ruin the moment. With one last hint of a lingering stroke deep in her hair, right above her slit, the hand started to move north.

Now the warm, teasing hand began to touch the breasts. It did not run quickly to the nipples, like Pierre might have done, but toyed on the sides and on the chest. She felt circles and spirals, but this time the spirals got smaller, closer to the nipples, and closer still. Eventually both nipples were crying out to be touched, sucked and played with, but there was no relief. The breast stroking continued on for what seemed like forever while nipples hardened and hardened some more, begging for attention. The tension was almost too much to bear.

Suddenly, the right nipple received what it had been begging for. A fingernail lightly stroked right across the top, sending it into a spasm of contraction. The nail trailed around the nipple for several minutes before it felt like two fingers gently started to rub and roll the nipple between them. Suzanne was totally unable to stifle her sighs and she knew, she just knew, Michelle heard her.

'I don't care if she thinks I'm excited,' thought Suzanne. 'She's the one who started all of this, or at least responded to my sensual massage from last night.' A gentle moan escaped from her lips as the second nipple received similar attention as the first. It was clear now this was a sexual encounter, not merely a sensual one.

Suzanne realized she was not afraid. She'd never loved a girl, never even kissed one on the lips until that chaste kiss the night before. But what was there to be afraid of? She was not going to be raped, this wonderful person wouldn't blab all over campus what they had done, and besides, her body craved release, demanded a climax and ached for a plain old orgasm.

The hand moved up to the face and gently stroked first the neck, then jaw and around to the forehead. Gentle strokes also went through her hair. Suzanne knew Michelle had no idea how exciting it truly was. Suzanne had a long history of getting excited when another brushed her hair. This was a bit of a problem when she went to the beauty parlor, but she kept it well to herself. She loved having another brush out her hair and could even get wet with desire if it was done just right, and by the right person. Georges, her beautician, could do a wonderful job, and it was particularly nice with him because he seemed to know how it pleased Suzanne. Best of all, he was gay and never took advantage of her. But he'd always wink and say, "I hope you come back soon," after brushing her hair, slightly accentuating the word 'come.' Now Michelle was running her fingers through Suzanne's hair and the same thing was happening here.

The stroking moved over her closed eyes, the nose and finally the mouth. Suzanne no longer pretended to be asleep. Her mouth was barely open, allowing her to breathe in and out in ever quickening gasps. The fingertips of Michelle's hand seemed to rub slowly across the upper and lower lip. They moved and teased apart the lips a bit more and Suzanne felt much like she did when Pierre used to tease her waiting labia with his penis. Both knew what was going to happen, both wanted it to happen, but the teaser seemed to have more patience than she did.

Finally, Michelle gently slipped her finger across Suzanne's teeth and gently into the mouth. Suzanne's tongue rose to greet it, lick it, taste it, suck it. She let her tongue roll gently around Michelle's finger, the first active movement she had done all morning. She kissed and licked the finger, stuck out her tongue and gently licked the palm in lazy circles. Another finger stroked in and out of her mouth, then yet another. Michelle's hand was getting quite moist when she removed it. A pang of sorrow was followed by a spasm of joy. Those moistened fingers were now again stroking the erect nipple of the left breast. An audible moan of pleasure escaped from Suzanne's lips. Her body seemed to be acting on its own now. Her hips swayed a bit, almost grinding down into the futon. Her knees pulled up a bit, before splaying apart.

It was at this time when Suzanne first heard Michelle. There was a soft sigh and then a long, low "Mmmmm" sound. Suzanne was ecstatic. Now she knew for sure Michelle was as interested as she had been. Up until now it could have been merely a sensual body rub, misinterpreted all the same. Now, sexual energy pervaded the room. Suzanne kept her eyes closed, breathed in quickly through the still half-closed lips and prayed for more.

Michelle must have been reading her mind. That hand, that wonderful, teasing, pleasing hand started moving slowly, straight down the middle of her belly. It seemed like a lifetime until it slid past her navel, then another two lifetimes until it started to part her hair. Suzanne wanted to scream out "Hurry already" but knew to wait was to enjoy all the more.

Michelle's fingers slowly slid down across the lips, stroking them, never seeming to open them, up and down, up and down. By then, Suzanne knew wetness was starting to seep through. It had to happen soon. Michelle had to touch her soon. Her clit was full, tense, waiting. With one final stroke down the slit, the exploring fingers gently probed and opened her lips! Moisture flooded down, wetting the finger before the most beautiful experience of her life occurred. Right as Michelle stroked up and gently circled Suzanne's clit with her wet finger, Suzanne felt a warm breath on her right breast, warmer and suddenly her waiting nipple was being gently teased with Michelle's tongue, lips and teeth.

Although her clit had been stroked only a few times and the nipple was newly being sucked, Suzanne felt a sudden rushing, swelling, rolling from deep in her loins explode into the fastest orgasm she had ever had. It seemed to go on forever and only eventually did it subside, but only slightly. She was still on the edge. Michelle was still on her nipple and stroking her clit.

Seconds later, it happened again. Then again. Suzanne was skimming along, going from climax to climax with hardly a letdown in between. She'd heard of this happening, but she had always considered herself lucky to have one orgasm, much less two, before her boyfriend of the moment came.

Finally, Michelle seemed to take pity on her and gently slowed the stroking, eased up on the kissing of the nipple and let Suzanne relax. The relaxation was complete. Her hands, which had gripped the futon cover opened and her legs relaxed. Suzanne's breathing gradually slowed until she drifted into a deep, dreamless, post climactic slumber.