Zoey and Emma

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between young adult women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.

Zoey and Emma

It was twelve degrees outside, but the Weather app said that it felt like two degrees. Cold, windy, and humid. Zoey rolled over in her bed, thinking of all the things she would rather do than day but get out and face the world. She had Biology 102 first thing in the morning, and, at 7:00 am she felt like staying under the blankets.

But Zoey mastered her urge to stay in bed that cold January morning and made it to class. She wasn't about to let something as insignificant as near-zero temperatures ruin her perfect attendance record.

Zoey had come to Northern Michigan University in Marquette from Chicago. The thing she loved about the school was that it was not a pretentious college like, say, Northwestern, where her competition would have been Indian and Chinese students who studied all the time. She was a 4.0/4.0 student in high school and tied with two other girls for Valedictorian.

She was 5''-10" and about 130 Lbs., give or take. She didn't think about her weight; it came and went as it pleased, always within an acceptable couple pounds. What, with shoulder length brown hair and a face that got boys and girls to take a second look, she was a beauty. Her bustline was a fabulous pair of breasts, D-cups, which she called her "twins."

Her first semester at NMU was uneventful and she liked it that way. She took classes that were repeats of her senior year, wanting to have more time to spend on chasing women. She aced her classes and had plenty of time for chasing pussy. Turns out that her roommate, Emma, and her really bonded, and by early October they were a unit.

Emma was tall also; 5'-11", to be exact. A slim girl at only 130 Lbs., her C-cups fit her just so marvelously. Her blond hair was a contrast to Zoey's brown, but her full lips and cheerful face complimented her sunny disposition. She has many admirers, but eyes only for Zoey.

So, by the end of mid-October Zoey was "doing" Emma at least three times a week, with a strapon. She had found she was a dominant personality when she was fifteen; by sixteen, girls would look forward to some "time with Zoey" and she, and they, enjoyed it immensely. She watched Pornhub nearly every day for inspiration and to get off if the mood suited her. She was eighteen and already an expert top gurl.

She had several dildos to choose from when the girls came over to get fucked. For the first timer, she normally strapped on a slim purple model. It was plenty long to take their virginity, and that she did masterfully. My god, the girls thanked her profusely for taking the role lovingly that used to belong to males.

For the older or more experienced fillies, she enjoyed their eagerness to get fucked, and she chose a larger model. To them she wanted to give them the experience of being "full." She only had one dildo with a male "head" and she would rarely use it. Some of the older gals asked her to use it, however.

She was one of two girls who was a real dominant femme in her school, and occasionally they bedded one another. She loved her life. Hey, what's not to like when you're laying three or four girls a week, having more than her share of orgasms, and still pulling all-A's? By the time she graduated she guessed she had done thirty girls, but she thought that the estimate might be low.

But college was different, and Zoey needed to take her studies seriously. Emma too. Emma was already on a nursing track, and regularly spent the nights in their dorm room, cuddled up with a textbook and her beverage of choice, hot chocolate, in one of the two bean bags they had.

Emma and Zoey had one thing in common, besides both being from the Chicago suburbs: they both came from "broken homes" where their mothers knew of and approved of their lesbianism. The "broken home" description was wrong, at least in their case. Their home life was wonderful and they even enjoyed their their mothers charms. They both had fathers, but they had little, or in Zoey's case, nothing to do with them. Zoey was an only child, while Emma was the younger sibling to her sister Madison.

Herself a committed lesbian, Madison was a senior at a large public institution in the lower peninsula of Michigan. She chose the school because of the rave reviews it had gotten from other lesbians online, and its inclusion in the list of top lesbian schools in the country. Madison may have found the love of her life, and her girlfriend and her were going to spend six weeks in Europe upon graduation. Emma was so proud of her older sis and talked about her regularly with Zoey.

"I talked with Maddy today," said Emma. "She and her girlfriend went to an all-girl party over the weekend. She bragged about how much fun they had. I guess there was a sex sling at the party, and she took a ride, so to speak."

"Oh yeah, tell me more," said Zoey.

"Well, she was fucked by three girls and took turns, fucking each of them in the sling," said Emma. "With a strapon. Fuck, why don't we have that here?"

"Now that's what I'm talking about," said Zoey. "I've never done that, but I know it's a bangin' good time. But, to answer your question, I'm sure there are a couple of households in town that have that round bolt thingy in the ceiling."

"Then I guess we'll have to find them, and see what it's like," said Emma.

"I'll take that on," said Zoey. "You've really got me motivated, Emma."

That afternoon Zoey got on the Net and looked around. Most review sites ranked Her as the #1 female dating site. Frankly, she hasn't had to use one prior. Always dates, girls, fun in high school.

She used her credit card and bought the minimum membership. The app was like Tinder, except it was exclusively for girls. It had other features and she really grooved on the swipe left, swipe right convenience.

After swiping a few women, she came across a hottie named Helen. With a tattoo that ran up the right side of her neck, seemed to be a little edgy, something that Zoey could appreciate. They soon moved to Yahoo texting. Zoey shared that she had a roommate that was Tres hot, but they both wanted to have fun with other women. She told Helen, who was twenty-five and working, that recently they'd been talking about sex slings, and wanted to find a couple in Marquette that would host them for some good action.

Well, lo and behold, Helen had a roommate who had the bolt in the ceiling of her apartment. She had experienced the sex sling several times and loved it. She went on to explain how the Gisele (or "Gigi"), really had game, and was very open to hosting (and fucking) new couples or singles. Like Helen, Gigi was in her mid-twenties, a graduate of NMU, and a working girl.

She described her experiences and her likes/dislikes sexually to Helen. She also described Emma, her smoldering looks, her incredible talent and love of being a bottom. They felt a real chemistry, and Helen's tone changed from "I'm just looking" to "let's do this."

While Helen was texting her, Zoey was getting all hot and bothered, and the freshman sought out her cunt, slowly stroking it through her red silk panties. When she said, "I am going to get my roomie fired up about this and be back to you ASAP. It's just a matter of giving you some dates that will work for us− like tomorrow night, he he he."

After saying to her "back to you soon xoxox," she put her phone down and brought herself off, thinking of the fun they'd have, licking her fingers clean in the process.

This was too easy. In half an hour she had found what seemed to be a new couple with loads of experience to play with.

When Emma got back from class, she gave her the skinny. Emma immediately said "yes." She borrowed Zoey's phone to have a very brief conversation with Helen.

Emma: "Hi Helen, this is Emma, Zoey's roommate." Helen got back instantly to her.

Helen: "Hey, that's fast. I guess you guys are serious."

Emma: "Hell yes. I really hope this works out for you and Gigi."

Helen: "Oh god, me too. I've already texted Gigi about it."

Emma: "We're buying food, drinks whatever. Get back to me on what you'd like."

Helen: "Will do. Gotta run. XOXOX"

Emma could get back to Madison that she was fucked in sex sling too, to keep their "rivalry" going. One thing was for sure, she'd show Zoey a side of herself that she'd never seen before. She was not only a bottom, but she could also top a girl with the best of them.

*****

Emma spent a little time on Pornhub and a couple other websites. What she found out was that it

A. It was really easy to navigate the sex sling.

B. She couldn't wait to get fucked.

C. She couldn't wait to fuck Zoey.

She and Zoey had supercharged sex that night after studying. They were both very verbal, and excited to talk about the prospects of some time with Gigi and Helen.

"So, soon we'll be officially sex sling certified," laughed Zoey as she fucked her with a strapon.

"Yeah, I cannot wait," said Emma. "Fuck me Zoey, fuck me good."

"C'mon, you horny lesbo bitch," said Zoey. "You really can't wait for the sling, for me to fuck your brains out."

"And maybe more," said Emma. "Ahh, I'll rub my clit while you fuck me. Kiss me darling." Zoey kissed her hard and long, just like in the movies. She wondered what Emma meant by "maybe more." Emma was so damn "particular." She had no wasted moves, not extraneous speech. She was a serious girl, without being too serious.

*****

Zoey made a date for two Fridays hence and she couldn't wait. Nothing like a little variety to spice things up, not that she had to spice things up with Emma, the love of her life.

On the appointed Friday night, the girls got for the evening. Even though they would spend much more time out of their clothes than in them, they had a sense that they should dress casual, nice casual.

Zoey dressed the way she thought appropriate. Blue silk panties, no bra, skinny jeans, and a form fitting sweater. She looked ravishing. She touched a little Dior's "Pure Poison" lightly on her neck and on her stomach. No makeup. Ooh la la.

Neither she nor Emma had any tattoos.

Emma wore skinny jeans when she saw what Zoey had on; she was very impressed with her outfit, and she told her so. She too went underwear lite. Her green silk panties were her faves. She wore an exotic blouse with no particular pattern, just a wild design of primary colors on a white background (with black trim). Looked like she was wearing a piece of modern art. But it too was form fitting. It emphasized her bust and lay outside her pants, to good effect. She sprayed her favorite scent, YSL "Libre" with one light pump around her neck and one on her shirt at her midriff. She wasn't much into fashion, but she could make a rucksack look sexy.

It turns out that Helen and Gigi were just as excited as our two heroes, if not more so. You see, they had both been using Her as they way to meet established girls and it just wasn't working out for them. They had wanted to break away from the collegiate set, but they realized that they weren't ready to settle down. They were looking forward to entertaining the collegiate girls.

Emma and Zoey were like a breath of fresh air, all enthusiastic and like-minded in their pursuit of pussy. When Emma knocked on the door to Gigi's condo that Friday night, she and Zoey were terribly excited for the evening.

Helen answered the door, and she was exactly as Her profile and pics seemed, only more so. Her voice was silky smooth, the tattoos, what they could see above her preppy red button-down shirt, were even more alive than what she exposed on Her.

"Hello my sweets, welcome," said Helen. "You're right on time." Opening the door wide and ushering the two into Gigi's condo.

"Why hello," said Emma. "I'm Emma."

"And I'm Zoey," said her partner. "It's nice to finally meet up."

Helen was tall, "at least 5'9"," thought Zoey. From what she could tell as she gave her a peck on the lips, wondrously proportioned.

Emma was had been a little anxious about the whole scene, but Helen disarmed her immediately when she kissed her and grabbed and ass cheek. She too was amazed at Helen's body, what she could see of it, and the scent Helen was wearing was to die for. Not the perfume a high school or college chick would wear, but Chanel or some other mature scent.

Gigi made her appearance, and they were blown away. She looked like a model from Vogue: Tall, slim, blonde; she had it going on.

"God, where had these two been hiding here in Marquette, Michigan," thought Zoey. The impression that they got was that these girls could fit in any scene.

And she was nice, mature nice, sultry and slow nice. Zoey thought that these two were the answers to her prayers.

"We're exactly half a mile from the main entrance to campus," Gigi said. "I wanted to distance myself from the mindset of the undergrads. But now I don't think so. I'll take a date with any girl, but maybe I draw a lines at fifteen and fifty."

"I don't know, I've met some very hot thirteen-year-olds," said Helen.

"And my mom is fifty-one, and she's hot. Just ask Zoey," said Emma.

"I'm just sayin'," said Gigi. The group laughed.

They were both twenty-five and seemed like the types that were perfectly happy wherever they might be.

"We may go to California, or we might stay here. There's no rush and we're perfectly happy in Marquette with it's skiing and its only three hour car ride hours to the best skiing in the UP. Of course, we have the kind of skiing we love right here in Marquette.

"I didn't realize you guys were roommates," said Zoey. "Silly me. I understand your both nurses at Peninsula Medical Center. What is the dating scene like in Marquette?"

"The single doctors−the men−aren't used to girls saying "no" to them," Gigi said. She and Helen both laughed. "But there's a number of nurses we hang out with. You know, have sex with." They all giggled at that.

"You're too much," said Zoey.

"How about you two getting undressed," said Gigi. "We just like the anticipation that builds. Then we'll strip for you."

Zoey and Emma looked at each other with looks of surprise on their faces.

"Sure. That sounds fun," said Zoey.

They eagerly complied. They felt safe, and so fucking horny, if a little nervous.

Emma started to disrobe first. Then Zoey stood and got undressed. They both were braless, but they did wear stylish panties. They shoved their clothes toward a corner of the room. They stood before Helen and Gigi who were in awe of the younger ladies.

"Man, they sure don't overeat," said Gigi. "I know, you must eat popcorn all day."

Emma and Zoey laughed loudly at that one.

"No freshman fifteen here," said Helen. "Beautiful, just beautiful. And no tattoos."

Emma and Zoey took a little curtsey.

Helen and Gigi then bared their bodies. Zoey stared in wonder at Helen and was rewarded with a big reveal of a dragon tattoo from mid-calf through her torso and winding around her body to the other side. The dragon's head stuck part way up her neck.

"Oh my God," said Zoey. "Your tattoo is so sexy." Gigi herself had two monarch butterflies, a mama butterfly, and a baby butterfly, coming generally toward her cunt. Zoey had seen plenty of single butterflies; but she had never seen a girl with two.

"That's beautiful," she said. "Mama and baby butterflies. Or older sis and younger."

Gigi then took her clothes and flung them to the corner. Helen followed suit. They were too curtseyed for their guests.

"Four beautiful girls," said Zoey. "And all in for lesbo sex. I love it. She was in such a good mood she was dancing−without music.

Gigi turned on the iPhone-driven sound system and opened her lesbian love faves. Songs like Gia's "Only a Girl" and Haley's "Girls like Girls" were enough to get them even hornier, if that were possible. The girls all got in a dancing mood.

Reaching high into a cabinet, she took a sizable, bejeweled box down, and set it alongside the iPhone. Gigi opened it, taking out what surely was a long marijuana cigarette. She lit the blunt and took a deep drag, filling the room with the herbal redolence of weed. They all partook and had two or three deep drags of the blunt. To each of them the room got darker and smaller. Time seemed to be slowing. Gigi lit a candle, a scented candle. Emma didn't know what the scent was, but it was very sexy and very good.

Gigi then grabbed Helen and forced her to the straight-backed chair at the head of the room. She began a lap dance by sitting face to face with her and Helen sliding toward the edge of the chair, Gigi's legs over hers. Gigi was kissing her and molding her tits, showing her guests how long a tongue, she had by French kissing Zoey continuously. She ground her cunt into Helen who was a 100% willing participant, grabbing Gigi's tits, ass, and her head for a kiss. Gigi got up and rearranged the coupling so that she was now sitting on her bare lap, grinding, and twerking her partners pussy while she was sitting as if on a toboggan: the same direction direction as Helen. So wanton, so sexy. She even relit the blunt and shared it with Helen while performing lewd acts on her.

Zoey stared at Emma, who was in a daze. She'd been a lesbian for years at this point but had never witnessed, let alone taken part, in such debauchery. She was all in, as was Zoey. Emma looked at Zoey and smiled.

Helen's hips were now grinding, tribbing Gigi, her hands reaching for her tits, her mouth kissing Gigi's back. The music was sexy as hell; the weed was in full effect. Both Helen and Gigi were really into it. It seemed to go on for ten minutes or so. Fuck, it was glorious.

Gigi retrieved some robes somewhere. They all put them on, but none of them tied it. They took a breather and broke bread together, with a whole-wheat loaf, a couple cheeses, and some wine. It tasted so good. They fed one another and it was hot as hell. Helen got some dip out of the frig and started to eat the dip off everyone's breasts. Who knew; such simple pleasures amplified by love and lust and the weed. Zoey noticed that the girly music was still playing, only sultrier it seemed.

*****

"Are you guys ready for the main event?" Gigi asked. "I want you to meet Connie, the friendly sex sling."

"He he. Oh god, let's do it," said Zoey.

The four naked ladies, totally without inhibition, took off their robes, walked into the extra bedroom, the one with the bolt in the ceiling supporting a black sling. The room was very clean as was the rest of the condo. Emma wondered if they had a cleaning person and if they had to "hide" the sex sling. She realized that she was "thinking too much."

The room had very tasteful paintings of lesbian scenes. Emma did not recognize any of them, but they were all sexy as hell. For some reason Gigi closed the door.

"Who wants to go first? Emma?" said Gigi.

"Fuck yeah, I'll go first," said Emma. There was a mini celebration when Emma stepped toward to sling. "I want to be pounded, with that dildo."

She pointed toward a large dildo with a slight curve and a male head.

She climbed into the sex sling as if she had done it a hundred times before. She was giggling as she got into the simple but elegant device. Gigi and Helen got her comfortable and gave a couple of tips. Helen was the one to put on the strap, which kind of surprised Emma a bit. "I guess Gigi isn't territorial," she said to herself.

"Attagurl said Zoey. "Show her that you're a power bottom."

Helen leaned down and kissed Emma's pussy, taking a couple licks. She lubed up her eight-inch black dildo and applied some lube to Emma's cunt. She played at Emma's portal, going up and down her dewy slit. Then, without warning, she slid all the way in, easily. Emma let out one big "Ahhhh" and with it a big breath.

Emma was very wet and so into it. After a few strokes, Helen let Emma adjust her feet, and then quickly got into a rhythm that Emma enjoyed. Her eyes were lidded; she was focused, or maybe not, but she slipped into her own world. Gay men ain't got nothing on these ladies.

"C'mon Hels, fuck me good," she said quietly. "I'm all yours. My legs are wide open, and I can take all you got."

"Oohh, so nice. Such a pretty girl, such a pretty pussy," said Helen. "I often come as well, given the intense pressure the strapon harness is putting on my clit."

Zoey and Gigi were on both sides of Emma, giving quiet encouragement and squeezing her tits. Zoey kissed her and said,

"I'm so proud of you." She took a turn on her large clit, now showing her helmeted little boy. She showed it much love, over and over.

Even though this was her first time, Emma felt very comfortable in "Connie's" arms. She hung onto the sling with one hand and with the other massaged Zoey's tits. She did the same for Gigi.

Helen was now going deep into Emma and talking very dirty to her.

"Come on my horny lesbian, be my whore," said Helen. "This is why you came here. To get fucked like you've never been fucked before." She varied the attack, sometimes medium penetration but very fast. Sometimes longer, more steady thrusts."

Zoey and Gigi were now really into it. Hands and mouths moving all around the beauty, egging her on, talking the talk that only lesbian know how to do.

"Come on now Emma, show your stuff," Gigi cried. Tell us how much you want this darling."

"That's it, do my clit Zoey," said Emma. "Make it shine, make it happy."

Emma felt a little tingle, her eyes rolling back into her head, and Helen noted it. She kept plowing that fertile crescent, and Emma's tingle grew.

"I think I'm coming," said Emma, out of breath. "Oh yeah, don't stop Hels, keep fucking me. Don't you dare stop. I don't care if a bomb goes off next door. Just don't stop Goddammit."

Helen quietly complied, and when she saw, that Emma was beginning to cum, she upped the pace considerably. Zoey was sticking her cum soaked fingers in Emma's mouth and Gigi was choking her.

The room got quiet but for the big slapping noise that Helen's crotch makes when it bottomed out inside of Emma with every stroke.

Helen and Emma shouted at the same time, "Oh fuck." Zoey and Gigi looked up into each other's face, their eyes widened. They were experiencing simultaneous orgasms. Zoey started rubbing her clit furiously.

*****

Emma got off the sling, very slowly. Suddenly, she snapped out of her daydream, and was all energy and "Let's Go." Zoey asked, politely, "my turn?"

"Hell yes," said Helen.

Emma was at the table with all of the dildos, trying to imagine how they'd feel. She grabbed the two biggest ones and turned to the other three:

"OK, Zoey, pick your poison."

"Hmmm. You're the fucker, my love?" asked Zoey. "OK, this will be fun." She now knew what Emma meant by "maybe more." She picked the dildo, a purple one. A big fat one with a smooth end.

Zoey stepped onto the sling and was helped by both Gigi and Helen. There was an energy that the girls had, and when Zoey got tangled up in the sex sling, the three of them fell to laughing.

"That is an inauspicious start, he he," said Helen. "They all got a laugh out of that."

While Emma cinching up the strapon harness, Zoey engaged Helen and Gigi.

"I rarely get topped by Emma," said Zoey. "This should be interesting. I'm counting on you, Emma."

Helen was in a highchair at her head, and Zoey could relax in the cradle she formed with her legs. She was stroking her arms lightly. Gigi stood on the right side of her torso. She had her left hand on her tits, molding them gently and playing with her nipples.

Emma laughed and said, "This is going to be so good. God, I love this and I love you, Zoey."

With that she used a little lube on Zoey, and then lubed the dildo. All the girls were playing now: Zoey with her own clit and left breast, Gigi with Zoey's right breast and her ass, and Helen steadfastly lightly scratching her arms with her fingernails. And Emma, poised and ready to go.

"Ready?" Emma said.

"Yeah baby, just like in my dreams," said Zoey.

"You are going to see a new side of me," said Emma. "A sexier, side, a more complete gurl."

Emma started slowly but confidently. She slipped the cock in smoothly, steadily.

She played with Zoey's labia and helped her adjust to the sling and her cock. Pulling out three-quarters of the way, she entered her a little more forcefully. By the fourth stroke she was all the way in. Helen and Gigi were still playing with her gently and smiling. Emma looked at them and she knew she was doing it right. Goddam, she was going to make Zoey come big time.

mma was a serious lesbian bitch; she was hitting her stride. With the same strong but gentle stroke, she continuously pounded Zoey, over and over and over. When there was no hand on her clit, she took her turn, stroking it up once a second with her left thumb like a machine. She rarely took her eyes off Zoey, but when Zoey opened her eyes, she smiled wantonly.

Zoey realized then that Emma had come to a new place. She was clearly a switch, giving as much as she took. And Zoey, for her part, loved it. She no longer had to shoulder so much of the sexual relationship.

Emma pulled out, and kissed Zoey's pussy. Licking it, making her clit throb. There were many good emotions just then, but fascination and surprise weren't among them. Emma had been preparing for this moment for years.

Zoey closed her eyes and relished the moment. The others were all into it, and Gigi was feeling her ass now. Her thumb found her asshole and started to play, going round and around the hole. Zoey melted; surrendered. Then Gigi entered her, and Zoey lifted her ass and sighed. Gigi was going deeper. Zoey was mewling loudly by this time.

Helen kept her vigilance at her head, her arms, her tits. Emma settled into the home stretch. She was intent on making her cum.

"That's it you precious lesbo whore, get it, get it for mama," said Emma. "It's all yours. Come on now, get it girl. Get that shit for me."

Emma was in control. The others were her supporting cast. She was a wild woman, spitting on Zoey, spitting on herself. She was wagging her head, and someone was playing with her tits. Her hair was totally wild, spinning as she wagged her head.

Zoey with her eyes closed was overwhelmed by sensory feelings, began to imagine herself dancing with Emma. At first, she felt a small tingle, but it grew, and she shouted,

"Fuck I'm cumming. Fuck it's so good and so deep." She started to rotate her hips a little, as if to receive the thrusts of Emma more easily, her partner and lover. Gigi continued with her right thumb to drill her asshole; with her left index finger she was doing her clit. Helen kept stroking her arms and molding her tits. Helen put her fingers in her mouth, one, two, three. Emma was choking her.

"Oh god, fuck jesus. I'm cumming," she spit out. "Help me, I'm cumming, Aahhhhhhh. Aahhhhhhh. Aahhhhhhh."

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