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The End of the Rainbow
by Sara H
Categories: FF, College, 1st
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College life was something I had anticipated and dreaded
at the same time. It was like everything. It was like
meeting Amy.
Amy lived next door. Room 418. It is safe to say that she
had the most popular room on the floor. I think mostly it
was because she had the best pot and was generous with it,
but she blonde busty in pink was also audacious and slightly crazy.
By the time I got to know her, I was simply joining the
party of seven or eight that nightly got stoned, talking
and laughing into the early hours of the morning. She was
openly gay. I was in awe of her ability to just be who she
was, when even the other girls would give her shit about
it, at least in a friendly way.
You know, like when I would go to the bathroom, someone
would inevitably say, “Lock the door… you know Amy likes
to watch!” Of course, Amy didn’t mind. If someone forgot,
she’d threaten it herself.
Like everyone else, I laughed about it. And, I locked the
door.
As time went on, and the semester got more serious, the
parties grew less frequent. Eventually, I was the only
person going to her room at least twice a week. She didn’t
seem to mind, though. We’d get high and laugh, talk about
school, and whatever came up.
One night, I saw she had a book of lesbian erotica sitting
out on her desk. Seeing it blonde busty in pink sitting there, opened with the
pages lying flat on the desk, my curiosity and lack of
inhibition from the reefer got the better of me.
“So what’s it like?” I asked. “Being a lesbian?”
“You tell *me*,” she answered, smiling.
“No, seriously.”
“Well, imagine how you feel about men. Then apply it to
women. It’s not like one day I said, ‘Hmm, I think I’ll be
attracted to women now.’ It just is how it is for me. It’s
very basic to how I think and act,” said Amy, matter-of-
factly.
“I don’t get it,” I said. “I haven’t met any men that
really ‘do it’ for me. Maybe I’m asexual or something. So
that doesn’t help me understand.”
“Do you masturbate?” she asked.
“What?!” I asked, giggling. I couldn’t believe she would
ask something like that.
“You know, do you play slide the magic finger with your
pussy,” she continued, smiling at me.
“Um… yes,” I admitted. “I’ve been known to.”
“Glad you didn’t lie about it. I’ve heard you from over
here late at night. I don’t think you’re asexual, dear
heart. I think you’ve just blonde busty in pink never figured out what actually
turns you on.
“God,” she said as she stretched. “Pot makes me so fucking
horny!”
I ignored her words, although my own arousal was rearing
up, too.
“Maybe not. I mean, I think about romance, but it’s not
like I actually put people in my fantasies, just feelings.
Who knows? Maybe I’m a closet dyke!” I joked, smiling
broadly.
“Stranger things have been seen and known,” said Amy.
Then, shifting herself a little, she added, “I’d be glad to
help you find out.”
“Ummmm, not tonight,” I said. I couldn’t believe my words
or where my mind was suddenly going. I felt like I was
losing my senses. “Well, but could I… um… borrow that
book?” I asked, softly enough that I thought she might not
hear.
“No, but I have another one I can lend you, since you’re
so… curious. It’s one I got from my first lover… may
not even be in print, so I want it back.”
“Okay,” I said. Now that I had asked, I was in no position
to argue.
She went to her drawer and opened it, and blonde busty in pink pulled out a
large book. “The Joy of Lesbian Sex”. Great. Like I wanted
a manual. But I was nice about it.
“Thanks, Amy. I won’t tear it up or anything.”
“I trust you. Besides, there’s nothing like a little
reading to expand your horizons,” she offered, handing me
the book.
“Man, I have to pee. Be right back,” I said, standing up
and laying the book on the bed.
“Can I watch?” she asked, grinning.
“Jesus, Amy, you’re *such* a pervert!” I joked.
But I didn’t lock the door.
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I lay in my bed, reading the book. I’d started out feeling
pretty jaded, but when I read the part about coming out, I
just kept getting deeper and deeper into the emotion of it.
It was like it was talking about *me* and how I’d always
dreamed romance and sex would be. The softness, the
tenderness, the sense of being lifted away… my heart was
pounding its way up into my throat before I finished
reading.
And I was horny. My god, was I horny. My pussy felt like
liquid heat as I reached down to blonde busty in pink brush my nether lips with
my finger… and I thought perhaps I should stop, to savor
how it felt, but I just couldn’t. I pressed in and found my
slit, teasing it to swollen slickness and burning jolts of
electric sex. It had never been so good. *Fucking good,* I
thought, surprised by the nasty, wonderful turn my mind
was taking.
My breath started to quicken as little mewls escaped me.
I’d never been much of a screamer… it had always
distracted me. But now, my mewls were growing into open
groans that were turning me on.
Then, I thought of Amy, listening, possibly playing with
her own horny cunt, and I came, harder than I ever had,
words babbling out of me and screams punctuating my
jerking, spasming body. Ecstasy? No, this was beyond, and
the images in the book spurred me into a second… not
after, but on tops of my orgasm… and again… like layers
of infinite lust, driving me onward.
It was like time stopped and there was only this glorious,
sun-soaked pleasure, eternal, like voices of angels…
calling my name… as blonde busty in pink I called… God help me, I couldn’t
stop it… “Amy… Amyyyyyyyy…”
From that moment on, I devoured everything in that book.
It was as if I’d found soulmates in the authors. The most
dry description had me playing and coming and dreaming of
love and sex and life among women… and it hit me.
I was a lesbian. It wasn’t new. I had just never known
what to call it.
I also didn’t know what to do with it.
Watching Amy, she seemed so secure about it, but I had
friends I would lose. I had a family who would disown me. I
had a life that would be undone. But I couldn’t stop.
Imagine finding out that you liked the taste of ice cream.
You can’t just turn it off. You might deny yourself any ice
cream, but the truth of what’s inside you is still the
same. And you still want it. All the time.
We didn’t talk about it for a few weeks. In fact, I
stopped going to Amy’s room for a bit. It wasn’t until a
few weeks blonde busty in pink later that I heard several voices there, and I
felt brave enough to knock and go in.
There were three other people there, all giggling and
laughing, and I decided that it was safe to sit and have a
toke or two with them.
Turned out to be a marathon session though, with joints, a
bong and a little stone pipe… and within thirty minutes,
I was past the point of going anywhere. Then, one by one,
everyone said goodnight and staggered back to their rooms.
Everyone, that is, but me.
Amy closed the door, and came back to her chair. “So, what
did you think of the book?” she asked, all innocent eyed.
She started loading another bowl into the stone pipe.
“It was… interesting, really,” I said, trying to deflect
the scary look in her eyes.
“It sounded like it, girl,” she laughed.
I must have turned beet red, because she grinned and got
busy with the pipe again, lighting it and taking a huge
toke. Letting it out, she took another and waved me over.
Holding the pipe backwards in her mouth blonde busty in pink she leaned out to
me and blew a shotgun.
I took it in my nose like a good little pothead and felt
my thoughts get wavy. Suddenly, I felt an electric charge
run up my body and straight to the roof of my mouth. Her
fingers traced the inseam of my jeans as I shivered and
nearly fell over, my legs turning to so much pudding.
She pulled away slightly, smiling at me with her head
cocked slightly to the side… and then she went on as if
nothing had happened. “So you liked the book,” she said. It
wasn’t a question. “I had a feeling about you, Sara.”
I sat back on the bed, not knowing quite what to do. She
stood and walked over and sat down beside me. “Another
shotgun?” she asked.
“Sure,” I answered. I was dumbstruck and just couldn’t
think of anything else to say.
Again, she took a deep hit, but instead of putting the
pipe into her mouth, she leaned over and blew a stream from
her lips… it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I blonde busty in pink took
it in my own lips… and as it finished, and I held it in,
she leaned further and kissed me…
The pot was hitting hard and my mind reeled from the
gentle softness of her lips. Don’t get me wrong… I’d been
kissed before, but I’d never seen what the big deal was. It
just didn’t do anything to me or for me.
It all changed in that one, magical instant. It was like
her kiss moved through my entire being… her gently
probing tongue sending me into a new place that was hot and
electric… and irresistible. Warmth spread to my breasts
and to my pussy, making me twitch and jerk my pelvis for
just a second.
It was enough. Amy pulled back, and as I let go of the
pungent, powerful smoke, she said quietly, as if it were
the most natural thing in the world, “Sara… do you want
me to fuck you?”
Before I even had time to think about it, my head was
nodding yes. I’ll never forget the look that crossed her
face. I would have expected some blonde busty in pink kind of gloating smile or
smug victory at her conquest. Instead it was one of gentle,
tender compassion. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever
seen.
She stood and went to her desk. After lighting a small
votive candle, she turned out all the lights.
I watched her, unable to move as she undressed in front of
me. Unhurried, but just pulling off her sweatshirt and
unbuttoning her pants, she was a picture of grace and
simplicity. Down to her panties and bra, I saw the
slightest evidence of wetness… and then as she removed
them, I gasped as I saw her erect nipples.
I don’t know if I can explain this… but I was… well,
honored. Her nipples were stiff, like little pencil
erasers… and it was for *me.* Me! I was turning this
gorgeous, sexy brunette woman… this *lesbian*… on. I
moaned softly at the emotion of it.
It felt… it felt *holy*.
Her skin was like satin in the candlelight. Her face
looked so soft… her turned up nose and short, brown hair
glowing as she walked over to me, the sway blonde busty in pink of her body
betraying her lust and desire. It was something I could
have touched, if I could have moved my hand. I was frozen
by the elegance of it all.
Her heavy lids closed halfway over her brown eyes, and her
soft, full lips seemed even fuller as she came close. She
didn’t kiss me then… but as she whispered soft
encouragement, telling me how beautiful I was, I could feel
her warm puffs of breath touching my face, drawing me ever
deeper into my own desire.
I was crying. There was nothing else I could do.
She reached up and began to unbutton my sweater. She
looked into my searching eyes and smiled as I trembled
uncontrollably. “Just relax,” she said. “I am here for you
and you alone tonight, and I promise… you’re safe.”
One by one my pieces of clothing disappeared. I lifted my
butt to help her remove my jeans and panties with one
smooth, incredibly slow motion. There was no trace of
hurriedness, no hint of desperation… just Amy, honoring
my willingness, my desire, my fear… and my lust. blonde busty in pink Making
it safe. Making it perfect.
She stood and pulled me to my feet. I was floating in some
other world… naked with another woman in a way I had
never been before. And as she pulled me close and kissed
me, tongue dancing with mine, our bodies touched, nipple to
nipple, belly to belly, skin against hot skin… I felt
something inside of me melt away forever.
Some would call it innocence lost. I called it saying
goodbye to the empty place in my soul.
She gently had me sit down on the edge of the bed, and
then lay me back as I felt her hand cup my mons, her
fingers moving to my folds. I moaned and opened wider for
her. There was no hesitation now, no question, no fear.
There was only Amy and her lips, the taste and touch and
smell of her against me.
The jolt of pleasure moved through me as I moaned into her
kiss, and she responded… kissing me more deeply without
making it more forceful, somehow… it was her response in
the dance that she blonde busty in pink was teaching me.
My hips began to move with her hand, her finger entering
me as her thumb played across my clit, finding what felt
best, improvising, adjusting… *communicating* in a way
I’d never dreamed possible.
She broke the kiss and moved to my breast, licking around
the aureole and then pulling it into her mouth, gently at
first, and then with growing intensity. It felt like a
strange tickle/itch, and grew until my chest was heaving in
passion, sending sparks down a hot wire straight to my
clit. I couldn’t stop my undulating hips and chest, and
she, my ravager, only kept on and on, knowing somehow that
I had never felt anything do intense… so intense that it
didn’t even feel like the playing I had so come to love
over the last few weeks.
So much better. So much deeper. It was almost too much to
bear.
As if she could sense my overload, she stopped and came
back up to kiss me. “Are you all right?” she whispered.
All I could do was croak. “God.”
“Mmmmmm, good,” she whispered again as she blonde busty in pink smiled. Kissing
me gently and briefly with lips of silk, she stood again. I
wasn’t worried. There was no loss. I was completely in her
hands, without worry or fear of any kind.
“Close your eyes, Sara,” she said, softly. “I want to take
you to heaven.”
There was nothing to do but do as she asked. I felt her
hands press my knees apart. *Oh my God… she’s going
to…!* and then… she did.
I felt her tongue swipe up the length of my wet slit,
making my legs jerk strongly and outside of my control. She
laughed just a little, tenderly, and said, “God, I love
that. I love making you feel this.”
I couldn’t speak. I only moaned more loudly and pulled my
legs back, holding my knees, widening myself as much as I
could to Amy’s probing, wonderful tongue. She pressed
inward, causing a tremble to move through my body, and then
upward as she found my engorged pleasure button, sucking it
in, circling and flicking with her insidious tongue, like a
fire dancing pleasure into me with every movement.
“NNNG! NNNNGAH! blonde busty in pink OH! OH! OH!” I began to chant in rhythm
with her flicking wonder-tongue, my hips grinding into her
face as my legs wrapped around her, pressing her to me.
Her hand reached up as she licked, pinching my nipple
roughly, and the pain made me scream… but it was a scream
of delight as the pinch echoed strongly in my clit.
Alternating pinches and flicks, I felt my mind going, my
thoughts only of *lust bodies skin pleasure fuck juice god
YESSSS UNNNNNNNGH!*
I screamed loudly as my orgasm washed over me, her tongue
glued to my pulsing, cumming pussy, my body losing all
elegance and jerking spasmodically as my hips flew up and
down off the bed, pummeling my new lover with my crotch,
toes opening and curling uncontrollably in ecstasy as my
tongue licked my lips and my teeth bit down…
As I came down, I felt like my insides were spinning and
wakes of aftershocks moved through me, my coos of delight
charging the electric air between us.
Amy slid up my body as my legs relaxed, her lips finding
mine, blonde busty in pink covered with my first taste of womanly juices and the
tang of passion mixed with the sweetness of her own
swollen, fleshy, lightly bruised lips.
I was ravenous… throwing my arms around her in a kiss
that marked my true awakening.
She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, “You okay,
sweetie?”
I whispered back, awkward and clumsy in the wake of what
had just happened, “The book… was so wrong. This is
better… I… I…” Tears formed and I cried from joy,
from loss, for all the years of having been so alone, and
so blind.
We lay there fondling and kissing for a long, long time. I
let the emotions wash through me… of joy, love, sadness,
sisterhood… and the beginnings of love and adoration for
this woman who had given me so much. It was beyond words.
It was my homecoming.
“What time do you have class tomorrow?” she asked, softly.
“Eight-thirty,” I said, quietly. It felt like my voice was
booming in the quiet room.
“You’d better get to bed then, lover… it’s two-thirty,
now.” *Lover.* The word sent a delicious thrill blonde busty in pink through me.
“But…” I squeaked.
“No, tonight was your night. A gift,” she said, as if
reading my thoughts. “We have lots more nights to share.”
She kissed me again, and I savored the moment, a moment I
knew would never come again. *There is only one first time.
Remember everything,* I told myself. *Every little,
wonderful, glorious thing…*
I put on my bra and panties and walked reluctantly to the
door. As I reached for the handle, she walked up behind and
reached around, cupping my breasts and nuzzling my neck. I
melted back into her for a moment. She whispered, “How do
you feel? Okay?”
“Mmmmm,” I whispered back. “Giddy. And I’m thinking of
everyone hearing us tonight.”
“It worries you?” she asked, in between light kisses on my
neck.
“No,” I answered. “I’m… proud. I want everyone to know.
I can’t see how joy like this could be wrong. I had no
idea.”
“Yes you did, Sara. You just gave me the honor of showing
you what you already wanted.”
I turned around, and saw something I’ll never, ever
forget. Her eyes were filled with blonde busty in pink newborn tears. “Sleep
well, Sara-love. And come back to me, soon.”
I kissed her and walked back to my room, slowly, full of
the grace of joyous bliss, and full of the rapture and
serenity of finally, perfectly, finding the center of
myself… and the end of my rainbow.
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Part Two
I went to what was commonly known as a “suitcase” school.
That meant that on the weekends, everyone generally went
home. But I liked the space and the seclusion of the
weekends. I was usually the only one around on my floor. In
fact, there were usually maybe five people in the entire
dorm.
I lay in my bed on Saturday morning, thinking about what
had happened two nights before. I read somewhere that doing
something once is a fluke, but when you do it twice, it is
your own, and part of you forever. It wasn’t like that for
me. It was part of me before I ever gave myself to Amy. I
knew that, now.
Amy had merely pulled back the curtain of my self-
ignorance. And she had taken me into something blonde busty in pink beautiful
beyond what I could have possibly imagined.
And now, laying in the quiet of the beginning of the
weekend, I was pulling down the waistband of my panties.
Again.
I jumped at the light knock at my door. “Just a sec!” I
yelled, and threw on a sweatshirt.
I opened the door, and there she was. My eyes must have
been bugging out of my head from my surprise, because she
said, “Geez, Sara, I didn’t shower yet, but do I look
*that* bad?”
“No, no… umm… come on in, Amy,” I stammered. You would
think that after what we had done that I would have been
ecstatic, and I was, but I was also scared. It wasn’t the
sex… I had no qualms about that… but I was infatuated
and knew it, and what I didn’t know, at least for sure, was
how she felt about *me.*
“I just came to collect my property,” she said, smiling.
I gulped. Hard. My hands started shaking at her words.
“You know, my book?” she prompted, raising her eyebrows.
“Oh! Right…”
I walked over to my desk and blonde busty in pink placed my hands around it.
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