The slut on the other side of the wall drove Rachel right into her best friend’s bed…and a new bi lifestyle!
Carol and I were upstanding young Southern belles, so we were unprepared for living next door to Dana, Criswell Hall’s biggest slut. Each night our sleep was interrupted by her cries of joy. “God yeah, give me that cock!” and “Work my pussy, baby! Yeah, work that pussy!” cut through the thin walls like a hot knife, leaving us bleary-eyed every morning at our classes.
At first, we didn’t know which was worse, getting our sleep interrupted or feeling embarrassed by what we were listening to, but either way we were very unhappy about having that little tramp next door to us. But as my mama always told me, every cloud has a silver lining. Thanks to Dana, Carol and I have discovered a neat new world!
The night of the homecoming game, Dana had yet another football player in her room, and as usual they were fucking like hound dogs in heat. Her bed banged against the wall with each of his thrusts, rapping in time with her loud groans as he had his way with her. I had the worst of it. Since my bed was on the common wall I shared with Dana, there was no way I was going to get to sleep! Finally Carol suggested I get into her bed.
“This is neat!” she said as I crept under the covers with her. “It’ll be just like those slumber parties we used to have!”
Carol is always cheerful, even when she’s got a screaming slut for a next-door neighbor. That’s why we’ve been friends for as far back as I can remember. We’re true opposites. With her slender figure, long blonde hair, and pale skin, Carol looks almost like a porcelain doll. I was always chubby until I turned 18, just a few months ago; then my baby fat metamorphosed into something much more attractive. While my firm curves and jiggling 34D breasts were starting to get me noticed on campus, I was still envious of Carol’s good looks and her extroverted personality.
“Yeah! Give me that cock! Give me that big hard cock!” Dana suddenly yelled on the other side of the wall.
“Now, that is not like our old slumber parties. That is so disgusting,” I said. The football player began pumping harder, and Dana’s bedsprings squealed as loudly as she did. I tried to ignore the dampness in my crotch.
“Totally,” Carol said, as she pressed her body against mine. “She is such a slut.”
“Oh god, baby, it feels so good. Oh yeah ohhhhhh….”
“You shouldn’t be listening to this,” Carol said, laughing as she covered my ears. “You’re still a virgin.” I could feel her hard nipples through the sheer fabric of her negligee. I nestled back against her, the touch of her breasts against my back making my pussy even wetter. When she moved her hand away from my face and brushed against my breasts, I realized that my nipples were just as hard as hers.
“Yeah, fuck me harder, baby, fuck me harder.”
“It sounds like she’s having fun.”
I gasped, giggling. “Carol!”
“My last boyfriend couldn’t go longer than three strokes without coming. At least it sounds like this guy knows how to fuck.”
I blushed. “You mean you’ve…done it?”
Carol shrugged. “It was no big deal, Rachel. It wasn’t even that good. I get more satisfaction out of playing with myself.”
I giggled again. “You are so bad, Carol.”
She ran her hand gently over my breast. “I know you like to play with yourself. I’ve heard you rubbing your pussy plenty of nights.”
I went from red to crimson. “Carol!”
“It’s okay. Everybody does it.” She tweaked my nipple between her fingers. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
I bit my lip to keep from crying out with pleasure as Carol played with my nipple.
“Yeah! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!” Dana yelled. Her boyfriend grunted something in reply as Carol’s other hand found its way between my legs.
“Doesn’t it feel good when you stroke your clit?”
She reached inside my blue cotton panties and gently tickled my glistening pearl with her fingertip. I purred with the waves of pleasure and snuggled against her as Dana yelled, “Pound my pussy! Pound my pussy!”
“My last boyfriend would poke around all over the place, but he could never find my clit. I was like, ‘Excuse me? How could you not see my clit?’” She pressed her finger between the folds of my furry crevice, stimulating the lips and then running up to my swollen love bud. “You never have any problem with finding your clit, do you, Rachel?”
“No,” I said, shuddering at the sensation of my best friend’s finger rubbing my virgin pussy. Nobody had ever touched me there, no one but myself. All my upbringing said I should stop her. Of course, my upbringing hadn’t stopped me from playing with myself—and her finger felt so much better down there than mine did. So instead of following my conscience, I closed my eyes and lay motionless as she pulled down my dripping panties.
“Ohhhhh! Yeah! Ohhhhh!” Dana groaned. I barely heard her. The only thing on my mind was Carol’s hand as she traced the outline of my pussy-lips with her fingertip, and then slid one finger into my sopping wet hole.
“Yea…yeah….” I whispered between clenched teeth, my hips rocking as Carol gently fucked me with her hand. My pussy clenched vise-like around her; I could feel the outline of every inch of her finger as she tickled my G-spot.
“Yes, god, yes! Yes!”
This time it wasn’t Dana screaming; it was me. Carol kissed my ear as she pressed on my clit with her thumb. I turned to meet her face, and our lips touched. Before this, my only other kiss had come from my geeky prom date. Where he had been rough and clumsy, Carol was gentle. Her mouth felt soft against mine as her lips brushed against my chin. He had tried to thrust his tongue in my mouth immediately; Carol gently parted my lips, teasing my mouth with the tip of her tongue as she continued finger-fucking me.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Carol pulled up my bunny T-shirt to reveal my newly curvy body. I ran my fingers through her long, soft blonde hair as she nibbled at my breasts.
“You have such nice boobs, Rachel,” Carol said between kisses. “I’ve wanted to do this since summer camp.”
In response, she took my rosy nipples in her mouth and teased them with her teeth. My geeky prom date had pawed me till he left bruises and tore my favorite bra. Carol, on the other hand, knew exactly where to touch me to make me feel good. Her mouth felt so nice as she licked my nipples, flicking them with the tip of her tongue and then running a trail of sharp, hard kisses about the full, flushed areolae and over the soft white skin.
“Oh yeah,” Dana moaned again as her bedsprings continued creaking. Carol’s finger slid in and out of my pussy while she explored my breasts with her mouth. Suddenly there was a flash of discomfort as Carol tried to fit three fingers into my virgin pussy; my moans became a sharp cry.
“I’m really tight down there,” I explained, blushing as Carol pulled her hand away.
“Did that hurt? Well, I’m just going to have to kiss it and make it all better.”
My heart was pounding as I felt her hot breath on my thighs. She parted my legs, leaving my hot pussy open and exposed to her mouth. Dana cried out again just as Carol gently kissed my inner thighs and licked the droplets of dewy love-juice soaking my thick, curly bush.
“Mmmm…you taste so good, Rachel.”
“Ohhh…yeah. Rest a while, baby,” Dana purred loudly to her football player.
Carol, on the other hand, went to work fast and furious, teasing the swollen lips and throbbing clit with her talented tongue. I moaned loudly, arching back to grind my pussy into her eager face. The air was filled with the hot fragrance of my arousal as Carol sucked at my pearl. I clawed at her shoulders, pulling up her negligee. She paused long enough to let me yank it over her head and toss it to the floor, and then returned anew to her licking labors.
With expert strokes she coaxed my little boatman from its hood, and then pressed on it gently with the flickering tip of her tongue. The feeling of my best friend’s mouth on my pussy was like nothing I had ever experienced before; electric ripples of joy sparkled through me. When she embellished her oral work by sliding her skillful finger deep into my hole, it sent me over the edge, and the electric ripples rose into a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
“What’s going on over there?” I heard Dana ask her football player as the exploding lights receded and I slowly returned to earth. I didn’t hear his answer but I didn’t really care; the only thing that mattered to me right now was pleasing Carol like she had just pleased me. The musky tang of my pussy on her lips as we sat kissing made me wild with desire. I threw her back onto the bed with one hand and with the other ripped off her panties.
“You’re awfully excited,” Carol giggled.
I threw her legs open, parting her sparse blonde thatch of hair and exposing her moist, bubble-gum-pink pussy-lips. The musk of her sweet young pussy blended with mine and permeated the room with the hot smell of sex.
If the smell was intense, the taste was even more intoxicating. I growled like an animal as I thrust my tongue deep inside her. She grabbed my ears, shoving my face against her open hole as I lapped furiously at her hairy slit and pouty lips.
“Oh yeah, Rachel, yeah, that feels so good, yeah, lick my pussy, Rachel!”
“All right!” I heard Dana’s football player exclaim. Dana said something in response but I couldn’t hear it; Carol’s legs were wrapped tightly around my ears as she rubbed my face with her throbbing, nearly thumb-sized clit. I caressed her hot pink bud with my lips and licked it hard, digging my nails into her soft legs as she bucked and writhed.
“Yeah, oh yeah, lick me, Rachel, lick me, yeah.”
I wrapped my legs around hers and began humping her thigh as I gave her pussy a tongue-bath. The friction of her soft flesh pressing against my blood-engorged pussy combined with her musky scent and the salty-sweet taste of her dripping pussy drove me to new heights of burning lust. Carol trembled in time with my lapping tongue, grinding her knee into my pussy as her orgasm began. The added pressure sent me over the edge, and we came together in a tangled mass of sweaty, screaming, satisfied female flesh. We lay panting in each other’s arms while Dana and her football player whispered on the other side of the wall.
And that’s how Carol and I first decided we were bisexual. We’re pretty open about it on campus. At first some people were shocked, but it seems most guys don’t have any problem with bisexual girls…especially not when they’re looking for a threesome. Carol and I have played with a couple of jocks (we seduced Dana’s football player the next weekend; she hasn’t spoken to either of us since), but we’ve been reserving most of our attention for each other. Guys are nice…and after Dana’s football player got my cherry, I discovered that sometimes there’s nothing like lying on your back with your legs in the air while a big, stiff cock stretches out your pussy…but Carol’s tongue and fingers get me off quicker than any boy I’ve found yet. Carol has been my best friend for as far back as I can remember; since that night, she’s been my best lover as well.