Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2003 12:36:55 -0800 (PST)
From: HW
Subject: Deena

	"You have pretty feet."
	I looked up to see who was speaking.  It was Deena, a freshman who
lived on my floor.  She had long black hair and beautiful olive-brown skin
and dark exotic features that made her look as if she was from somewhere
far away...Indian maybe, or Polynesian.  Later, when we were friends, she
told me that she was from New Jersey. Her mother was Jewish and my father
was Cuban. The mix worked; she was a gorgeous girl, maybe 5'3", with a
great little body and an infectious smile.  I spent the first semester of
that year avoiding her.  I was her R.A., her Resident Assistant, after all,
and I didn't want to get in trouble.  But the breathtaking sight of her
roaming the hallways in nothing more than a t-shirt and shorts, with her
hair down and that mischievous smile, had provided me with a distraction
that I couldn't deny.  I wanted her.
	It was the end of February, on an unusually warm day, and I was
studying in the common room of our floor, a place I usually avoided, but I
was feeling lonely.  Since the last spring, when I'd broken up with Kate,
my first real girlfriend, I hadn't been with anyone, except for the few
times I had sex with this beautiful blonde girl in my theater class.  But
she had a Eurotrash boyfriend, and she wanted to have a threesome with him.
She was a sex maniac; one of those teenage girl models all grown up who
wants to tell you about all the girls she fucked while she was posing for
catalogs in Japan.  I didn't believe half the things she told me, but she
was an expert at eating pussy, and I missed sleeping with her, especially
when she broke out the strap-on...but anyway...
	I was in the common room my bare feet leaning on a chair in front
of me Deena sat down.  I didn't notice her at first.  I was trying to
finish "All the Kings Men" for my Southern Literature class that night and
I was barely making a dent.  She sat down on the sofa opposite me and
opened a notebook.  I noticed her feet as well.  Sandals.  A pedicure.
Creamy nail polish.  Her bare legs, looked freshly shaved. I looked up at
her and smiled.  She smiled back.  "Thank you," I said. "You have cute feet
too."
	She smiled again, and that, I thought, was that.
	When I look back on our first few meetings, I guess I should have
realized that she was just as attracted to me as I to her.  Attracting
women (and men), was never a problem for me.  I'm about 5'7", 120 lbs, with
short brown hair and green eyes.  My boyfriends in high school always told
me I was beautiful.  Sometimes I wish I was less WASP-ish looking, but I
guess it works for me.  I began college in the theater department, but now
I wasn't so sure it was the right thing for me.  I dated only boys at the
beginning, but I was always meeting women, mostly in my theater classes who
were willing to experiment.  As my Junior year began, I met Kate, a
stunning graduate student from England. We spent about ten months together,
before she homesickness became too much for her.  It was obvious to our
friends that I put more into the relationship than she did, but at the time
I didn't care.  I was in love.  And the sex was fantastic.
	After we broke up I decided to move back into the dorms and become
an R.A.  The money was right (free room and board) and being away from the
student ghetto made it easier to forget Kate.  I didn't have to walk past
all of our old haunts anymore.  But it seemed a little wrong for me to be
lusting after a girl on my floor, even though she was a consenting adult,
and I wasn't her instructor.  I was a senior and she was a freshman.  But
she seemed more mature than most freshman girls, and as I got to know her I
learned that her father was a history professor at Princeton and her mother
was a photographer.  She'd traveled a lot growing up, and she had a couple
of siblings that were much older than her.
	So there I was, sitting across from her in the common room and we
were admiring each other's feet.  Mine were unpedicured (and unpolished),
but I took care of them, and I guess they were better than most.
	After that we were silent for awhile.  I raced through a
particularly boring chapter and then another, and then I watched her
scribble in a notebook for a few minutes.  I guess I was staring.  Finally,
she looked up.
	"I was going to go to the cafe," I said.  "The one next to the
music building.  Would you like to join me?"
	"Okay," she said.
	We walked the long way, avoiding the steep hill just outside of our
dorm, and passed through the main campus.  Deena said "hi" to several
people, including a couple of professors, as we approached the cafe.
Obviously, I wasn't the only one who was taken with her
	We sat down in the cafe and ordered drinks.  It was clear, after
only a few minutes of talking, that she wasn't nearly as innocent as I had
been lead to believe, but still she was young, and not nearly as jaded as
most of the women I knew at school.  She told me about the guys she'd met
at school one of whom (the lucky bastard), she spent most of the previous
semester with, although she dumped him after the Winter break.
	"He was really into porn," she said.  "He was always surfing the
web for stuff."
	"That's lame," I said.
	"All these guys I know do it," she said.  "He wanted to do stuff
with me that he saw in porno movies."
	"Typical."
	"And he was always asking me if I'd ever kissed a girl...he was
obsessed with it.  We went to this lame off-campus party once and these
gross girls were making out on a couch in front of everybody.  All the guys
at the party were like, cheering them on.  I watched him looking at me and
then looking at them...it was such a turnoff.  It was like he was leering,
you know, like a dirty old man.  That's when I decided to break up with
him."
	I told her about some of my relationships, but I was afraid to come
right out and tell her that I was basically a lesbian.  I wanted her, but I
didn't want to put it out there, at least not yet.  Her friendship was more
important.
	As the weeks passed we saw more of each other.  We saw movies
together and spent a lot of time in the common room. We went swimming
together at the pool in the new athletic center that was right across the
street from our dorm.  She was good swimmer, and matched me lap for lap.
Of course, my favorite part was when we'd dry off and sit at our lounge
chairs and talk.  We touched each other a lot; she didn't mind when I would
grab one of her legs, or give her a playful punch.  And she was flirty with
me as well.  Asking me about guys, telling me how pretty I was. After the
pool, we'd sometime get a drink, before going our separate ways; she to the
library, me to one of my night classes, until the night before the
beginning of Spring Break. She'd told me that she was going to Florida with
her family for the week.  I was staying on campus to finish a paper.  I was
feeling nervous about our friendship.  I felt like a week apart might
change things. I wanted to say something to her, but I couldn't figure out
how I was going to do it and what I might say.
	It was a particularly cold night.  We were both bundled up in coats
and hats. My hands were bare, hers were in stylish leather gloves that her
mother bought her on a trip to Italy.  We were freezing and as we walked up
the steep hill (to save time) she shivered and I put my arm around her and
squeezed tight.  Then she put her arm around me and I walked up the hill
suddenly feeling very warm.  When we got to the top of the hill we
separated and she took one of my hands into hers and looked into my eyes.
I made a joke about how chapped my hands were from the cold and she frowned
and rubbed both of them with her gloved hands to warm them up.
	"That feels good," I said.
	"I'm glad," she said.  "You looked really cold"
	We began walking and she seemed distracted.  I stopped.  "Deena," I
said.
	"What?" she asked.
	I looked at her and suddenly felt very scared.  "Nothing," I said.
"It's stupid..it's just that I'm going to miss you."
	"I'm going to miss you too."
	We began walking again and she looked at me and smiled.
	"What?"  I asked.
	"Nothing."
	"Oh...now you're saying nothing."
	She laughed.  "I was just curious."
	"About what?"
	"You never asked me if I'd kissed a girl."
	"Well, I wanted to ask you"
	My heart began to pound.  Was she asking what I thought she was
asking?
	"Have you?" she asked.
	"Yes," I said.
	"That girl?"
	"What girl?"
	"That blonde girl. The really beautiful one. The one I saw you
hanging out with last semester."
	"Anya?"
	"Is that her name?"
	"Yes."
	We walked in silence for a few seconds.
	"Did you...?"
	"What?"
	She blushed.  "You know..."
	"Yes."
	"Oh..."
	"But it's over now."
	"Okay."
	I took her hand in mine and I purposely lead her to the path behind
the library.  We stopped and looked at each other and then I took her into
my arms.  She buried her face into my shoulder and I could feel her shaking
a little.  I kissed her head and she looked up.  She seemed dazed.  I
kissed her on the lips.  She kissed me back, and then we began making
out. Then we sat on a bench on the path and held each other.  "You didn't
ask me if I'd kissed a girl," she said.
	"Have you?" I asked.
	"Yes."
	We laughed and then kissed again.
	"You're a good kisser," she said.
	"So are you," I said.
	She smiled and then seemed sad.
	"I'm leaving tomorrow," she said.
	"I know."
	"When I come back?"
	"I'll be here."
	"Okay."
	We made out a little more and then she went to the library and I
went to my class.  I could hardly concentrate.  When I came back to the
dorm I wondered if she was waiting for me.  She wasn't.  I went right to
sleep and woke up early.  I dressed and went over to her room and knocked
on her door.  She answered.  She was packing and seemed a little freaked
out when she saw it was me.
	"Hi," she said.
	"Hi," I said.
	"I just wanted to say good-bye."
	"Okay."
	"Is everything all right?."
	She smiled, shyly.  "Yeah," she said.  "I'm just packing."
	I looked past her and saw that her roommate was there, in bed, with
the covers over her.
	"Sorry," I whispered.
	"That's okay," she said.  "She sleeps through everything."
	"So I'll see you when you get back."
	"Okay."
	"Okay, bye."
	"Bye."
	I wanted to kiss her good-bye, but I didn't want to mess things up.
I left her at the door and waved.  She smiled and waved back and I returned
to my room.
	
By the middle of the week, I began to doubt that what had happened between
us would happen again. I was feeling sad and alone, having spent every day
in the near-empty library.  But on Thursday, after having dinner in the
dining hall, I went back to my room and found an email from her.  She said
that she was bored and thinking about coming back early, maybe Saturday.
Would I be around?  My heart raced as I composed a response.  I said that I
would be waiting for her.
	Finally, Saturday came and I waited and waited for her to return to
the dorm.  I walked by her door several times during the day and after
dinner. Late that night, just when I was beginning to give up hope, and I
was reading something trashy just to keep myself distracted, my cell phone
rang.  I ran over to my desk and picked it up.
	"Hi," she said.
	"Hi," I said.
	A few seconds passed.
	"I'm back," she said.
	"I was beginning to worry that you weren't going to make it."
	"I've been back for a few hours, just hiding in my room.  I guess
I'm a little..."
	"Scared?"
	"A little.."
	"Don't be."
	"Okay."
	"Come over."
	"Now?"
	"Yes..."
	She fell silent for a few more seconds.  "Okay," she said.
	I hung up the phone and laid down on the bed and caught my breath.
I could feel myself getting wet .
	In a few seconds she was at the door.  She opened it and closed the
door behind her.  She looked radiant.  She leaned against the door for a
second. I sat up on the bed and she walked toward me.  I stood up and I
could feel my body flush as I took her in.  She was barefoot, and wearing a
skimpy light blue t-shirt and striped boxer shorts.  She pulled the band
out of her pony-tail and her black hair fell down to her shoulders.  I
could see her belly peek out of her t-shirt as she came closer.  The light
from my desk lamp made her tanned skin glow.  She came closer, putting her
arms around my neck.  I put my right hand on the small of her back and slid
it down to her ass.  She moaned and leaned into me.  I leaned into her and
our lips came together and she opened her mouth and our tongues met.
	"What do you want to do?" I asked.
	"Everything."
	We laid down on the bed and I got on top of her, pinning her down
and locking my fingers with hers. We kissed again, more passionately this
time and I could feel her body become more excited.  I grinded my pussy
into hers and kissed her neck. She put her hands under my shirt and
caressed my back.
	"So nice," she whispered.
	"Pull it off," I said.
	She took my shirt off and I took off hers.  Then she helped me take
my pants off.  We spent the next few seconds looking at each other.  The
excitement of the moment made us fall down on the bed again and we mashed
our lips together even more violently.  I took my hand and rubbed her warm
pussy through her shorts.  Then I moved down, taking her right breast into
my mouth, swirling her nipple with my tongue.  She put her hand on my
mound, rubbing it gently.  "Careful," I whispered.  "You're going to make
me come."
	"I want to," she whispered.
	I took her left breast into my mouth and sucked it.  Her hand began
to tremble as she rubbed me.  "Feels so good," she said.
	I kissed her again and then ran my tongue down her belly, stopping
at her shorts.  I moved down and kissed her pussy through them and then
began to pull them down.  She was breathing hard and I looked up and her
brown eyes widened.
	"You okay?"  I asked.
	She couldn't speak.  She nodded and then breathed in as I pulled
her shorts off and got my first look at her beautiful, trimmed pussy.  She
was naked in my bed.
	I kissed the inside of her thighs, going from one to the other as I
came closer to her pussy.  "It's beautiful," I whispered.
	"Bikini wax," she replied.  I looked up and we smiled at each other
and then I went down on her, taking her wet pussy lips into my mouth and
licking the folds around her clit.  She breathed in again and I put my
hands under her ass and began to lick her slowly.  She moaned and bucked
from under me, her legs wrapping around me as her breathing became more
labored.  She caressed my head with her hands, softly pulling my hair.
	"I'm going to come," she whispered.
	I licked faster and her hips bucked and she erupted into a violent
orgasm.  She writhed under me, moaning with pleasure.  When it was over,
she took me into her arms and we kissed again.
	"Oh...my...God," she whispered.
	"Feel good?" I asked.
	"You don't even know."
	We kissed again and then she pulled down my soaked panties and we
writhed around on the bed, feeling each other's bodies pressed against our
own.  She felt hot and wet in my arms. We lay down on the bed facing each
other, kissing and caressing.  Her skin was so soft and moist.  "I want to
lick every inch of you," I said.
	I licked the salty sweat off of her shoulders and I kissed her
again, nibbling her neck and tonguing her ear. Then she began to rub my
pussy, massaging my clit between two fingers.  "That feels good," I said.
	"I want to make you feel good," she whispered and then she put two
fingers inside of my drenched pussy and I lay back and moaned.  Her hair
fell against my body as she went down and licked my clit for the for the
first time. "That feels really good," I said.
	"Okay," she said.
	She looked up and I pushed back her hair.
	"I want to see you," I said.  She smiled and began fucking me
harder while taking my clit in her mouth and lightly sucking on it and
flicking it with her tongue.
	"Ohhhh, that's good...just like that," I said, and a wave of
pleasure came over me.  I arched back and I exploded under her.  When it
was over, she came into my arms and we kissed.  I wrapped my legs around
her tight little body and squeezed.  "You're mine now," I said.
	"And you're mine," she said.
	We rested and she told me about her vacation.  How distracted she
was the whole time, and how she kept stealing away to her room to
masturbate, thinking of me, and what might happen when she returned.  Then
we drifted off to sleep. When we awoke it was the middle of the night.  We
began kissing. "I have an idea," I said.
	I gave her my extra robe and we ran to the showers.  We could
barely make it to the stalls.  She put her arms around me and I grabbed her
ass, putting my finger down her crack and into her pussy. "Ooooh," she
said.  "I love that."  She put her hands on my ass and pulled me toward
her.  "We're going to kill each other," she whispered.
	I turned on the shower and we continued to make out under the
water.  Then she began to soap us up and we rubbed against each other. I
put my fingers further up her pussy and fucked her with them.  Her eyes
opened wide.
	 She leaned against the wall of the shower and fucked my
fingers. She put her hand against my breast and squeezed. Her eyes rolled
back and she shuddered.  I could feel her body convulse as she held on to
me. I took my fingers out of her pussy and licked them. "You taste good," I
said.  Deena caught her breath.
	"Let me taste," she said.  She grabbed my hand and pulled my
fingers toward her mouth and sucked them.
	"Mmmm......"  she said.  I took my hand back and put two fingers in
my pussy and then put them in her mouth.  "You want that?" I whispered.
	"Yes," she said. She sucked my fingers clean and then kissed me.
	We dried each other off and ran back to the room.  We had sex all
night, drifting off to sleep and waking up and doing it all over again. We
even kissed each other's feet.