Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2017 20:09:30 +0000
From: Willows Blues <willowsblues@gmail.com>
Subject: I Hated Her

I've always loved stories about girls and young women's lesbian
experiences. Over the years I've collected these stories and written them
down. Some are my own experiences. Most were told to me by friends and
lovers. A few were shared with me by woman I've never met in person. I have
a bunch and will be posting to Nifty over time. I hope you enjoy them too.
Feel free to reach out to me at willowsblues@gmail.com.

Love, Willow.

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This is the story of a young friend of mine. She is only 23. She wrote it
herself. I edited it a bit but tried to keep it in her own voice. I hope
you enjoy it.

I Hated Her

I hated her. Actually everyone pretty much hated her. Her name was Rupa and
she was Indian-American from California. We lived across the hall from each
other our first year in college. She was the most stuck up, bitchy person I
had ever met. She came from a wealthy family who had clearly spoiled her.
She basically thought she was royalty and the rest of us were peasants. To
make it worse she was really smart (we went to one of the top U.S.
colleges) and was an academic star. And then to make it even worse she was
beautiful and she knew it. So many guys were totally into her even if they
hated her at the same time. But it didn't matter. She wouldn't date any of
them. No one was good enough for Rupa!

She also hated me. While most people she just treated with contempt I got a
special bitchyness. I figured it was because she was competitive with me. I
was also a very good student and she knew that I had come in on a
prestigious academic scholarship. I was also pretty too and got just as
much attention as she did. But what probably really made her hate me the
most was that people actually liked me. I make friends pretty easily. Her
poor roommate Amy and I were friends and she told me that Rupa was pretty
much obsessed with me. She was always asking Amy questions about what I was
doing or what was going on in my personal life. Which was pretty weird. But
when I saw her in the hall or when she would end up at my table at the
dining hall (which somehow she always seemed to do even if no one wanted
her) she would always go out of her way to say something shitty to me or
try to make fun of me. It was truly horrible. I hated her so much!

So that's why it was such a disaster when we were the two selected for this
prestigious program in Washington D.C.. Like it was an amazing honor and
all that I got picked but then I found out she also got picked. It meant we
would have to spend two weeks working together and even room together! I
almost felt tempted to back out of it. I saw her in hall the day we found
out and she gave me this smirk and said "I guess we'll be spending a lot of
time together." All my friends were so sympathetic.

Well a week later we were sitting across from each other on the train
heading south to Washington. She was just looking at me while I tried to
study. "I know you don't like me." She said. I rolled my eyes. "Nobody
likes you." I said. I had told myself I was going to try to get along with
her but I also wasn't going to take her shit. "That's really mean." She
said. I shrugged and tried to go back to my reading. "Fine. Hate me. I
don't care." She said. "But you know what. You are a big lie. Everyone says
you're so nice but I know you're just as much of a bitch as I am. You just
hide it better." She said. I was like "whatever" and kept reading. She kept
staring at me. "You know we could be friends. We're actually really alike."
I laughed. "We're nothing alike!" I said. I had to get away from the
conversation. "Let's just try being civil with each other." I said and then
I got up and went to the cafe car where I lingered and texted with friends.

When I got back she was napping. I sat down quietly and tried to get back
to my reading. But I found myself looking at her. Which I usually avoided.
But I could observe her now as she slept. It was true that she was really
pretty. How could someone so horrible look so beautiful? I asked myself.
She had lovely coffee colored skin and a very pretty face with full
luscious lips. But it was her body that was the most amazing. She was
petite but also curvy. She had the world's most perfect tits and she knew
it and always wore shirts that showed them off. I had to admit to myself
that I was really enjoying looking at her. It was too bad we weren't
friends or couldn't be friends I thought to myself.

She was quiet the rest of the trip. We were met by a representative of the
institution that was sponsoring us and she took us to the foundation's
headquarters. It was an old mansion converted into offices. In the attic
there was a small apartment with a bedroom with two beds and little kitchen
living room. "I guess you guys are used to having a roommate." The lady
said. Rupa was on her best behavior and gushed in this totally gross way
about how "amazing" the accommodations were and how well we got along. She
was so fake!

That night I was tired and went to bed early and she stayed up and watched
TV. She said "Good night" when I went into the bedroom. It was actually
weird to hear her say something almost nice. I said "goodnight" back. She
gave what almost seemed like a sad look. Like she wanted to say something
but couldn't. I heard her come in late and listened as she undressed in the
dark.

The next morning I told myself that I would try to get along with her. And
maybe she told herself the same thing. Or maybe it just turned out that we
worked well together. As the day went on, I had to admit I found it really
easy collaborating with her. I mean I knew she was smart but as we got into
the research we were doing I was like "Wow she is really smart. Like scary
smart." She was also like the first person I met who was as organized as I
am. My whole life whenever I had to do shared assignments I always ended up
doing all the work and taking responsibility for everything. But Rupa was
as on top of it as me and we easily divided up the work. I could tell she
was enjoying it too. I guess we are both total nerds because we'd both
laugh over the data or get really excited when we discovered an insight.

We worked a really long day that first day and didn't head upstairs until
like 8 pm. We had already had some pizza earlier and I just wanted to chill
out. Well something you should know is that I'm a huge klutz. I'm always
knocking things over or burning myself accidentally. So the stairs were
really narrow and dark leading up to the attic and I was carrying papers
and somehow I slipped and totally fell. I landed hard on my back. Rupa had
been ahead of me and she came running down. She like totally took over and
told me not to get up. She had me rest while I wiggled my toes. I thought
it was silly but I did what she said. When I got up I could feel pain in my
back where I had hit it. She took my arm and slowly helped me up the
stairs. Once we got inside our rooms she turned the lights all on and said
she wanted to take a look at my injuries. Gingerly she lifted up my shirt
and examined my back. "It's going to be a bad bruise." She said. It was so
weird. She was being so sweet. Tenderly she felt around with her fingers. I
also had a bruise starting on the back of my thigh. "We need to ice it."
She said. I lay on my stomach on my bed. She went downstairs to where they
had an ice machine and she came back with two bags of ice wrapped in
scarfs. She was being so caring. She gently placed them on the bruised
areas. I kept telling her she didn't have to take care of me but she
insisted on staying with me and holding them in place. "I feel so stupid."
I said. "Don't say that. It was just an accident." She whispered. She
stroked my hair and gave me this cute little smile that made my heart
flutter. For the first time I wondered.

The next morning the pain was better. She was already awake. "Hi" she said
sweetly. "Hi" I said. There was something so different about her. She was
looking at me with a friendly smile. She seemed so tender. Almost
vulnerable. She helped me out of bed and lifted up my shirt. "It looks
horrible!" She said dramatically which made me laugh. I turned to her. "You
were so nice to me last night." I said. She looked me in the eyes and I
just hugged her. She hugged me back awkwardly trying to avoid my bruise.
"It's okay." I whispered. "It looks worse than it feels." She smiled and
hugged me closer. She felt so nice in my arms. I looked at her again and
she met my gaze. I felt that flutter again. I guess I knew. I kissed her
softly on the mouth. She kissed me back. You hear all those cheesy sayings
about birds singing and bells going off when you kiss someone for the first
time. Well I heard them then. I had never felt that way kissing anyone
before. My whole body tingled. My heart pounded. We held each other tight.
I never wanted to let her go. But we had to be downstairs for a meeting and
we were already running late. She held my hand as we made it down the
stairs. My head was spinning. We kept giggling at each other.

Most of the day was meetings and presentations. I would focus on the work
and then suddenly remember. Was it a dream? Did Rupa and I really kiss?
Then I would catch her eye and she would give me a little smile and a wink.
Finally in the afternoon we were alone. We closed the door on the little
office we shared and she asked me how I was doing. "Great." I said. We both
looked at each other. I felt my heart pounding. She looked like she was
feeling as awkward as I was. "I guess we should go through those tables
again." I said. We sat next to each other. I pulled out the spreadsheets
and called out numbers while she input them on her computer. I watched her
as she typed. She looked so cute and serious. She caught me looking at her
and smiled. And then she kissed me very quickly. I giggled. I tried to kiss
her back. "Someone will see us." She whispered pushing me away with a
giggle. We went back to the spreadsheet. We were trying to find a number. I
could barely concentrate. As I traced the row she put her hand on mine. I
squeezed it. I gave her another quick kiss. She giggled again.

It was impossible to work. Finally it was 5 and people started to go home.
Our supervisor came in and talked with us. We were being polite but I so
wanted her to leave. Then she invited us to go out for dinner. I looked at
Rupa desperately but she quickly reminded her of my fall. "Oh of course."
She said. "You should knock off for the day. Rupa will take care of you."  I
almost laughed.

Rupa held my hand as we slowly walked upstairs. Finally we were alone. I
sat on the couch and she brought me water. It made our lips cold when we
kissed. But not for long. I had wondered all day if I was the first girl
she had kissed. I could tell now that I wasn't. She held my face and
nibbled sweetly on my lips. Her tongue rolled against mine. She held me in
her arms and laughed with excitement. I stoked her long dark hair. We
kissed each other's necks. She told me I had pretty ears. She didn't flinch
when I casually made a pass at her breasts. I wanted them so badly. She
must have known because she smiled and lifted her shirt over her head. I
trembled when she undid her bra. They were more beautiful than I had ever
imagined. I touched them lightly. Delicately. I held them in my hand and
felt their firm heaviness. We kissed some more. I told her she had the most
beautiful boobs I had ever seen. Finally I let myself kiss them. I took
them in my mouth. She moaned with pleasure as I sucked and bit her erect
nipples. I licked them all over until they were glistening with my saliva.
She whispered in my ear. "Let's go into the bedroom."

She closed the door and said "let me undress you." I stood by my bed and
she began to unbutton my shirt. It was agonizing how she slowly went from
button to button. Finally she took my shirt off and began to unhook my bra.
My tits aren't nearly as big as hers but they are cute and perky. She
caressed them lightly at first but then began to kiss and lick them. But
she didn't linger like I had with hers. She undid my shorts and they fell
to my ankles. Then she grabbed my panties and slowly slid them down. My
pussy was dripping wet by now. She gave me a long slow kiss and then got
down on her knees.

No one had ever eaten my pussy like Rupa did then. She put her whole mouth
over it and sucked and licked and slurped me to heaven. My body quivered.
This girl loved pussy! She had me lay on the bed with my legs hanging off
the side and went back on her knees. She slid her finger inside me. And as
she fingered me she knew just what to do with my clit. She teased and
nibbled it with her tongue and teeth. It was incredible. I looked down at
her and saw her eyes looking at me above my bush. In that moment the
craziness of it all hit me. Rupa. Horrible Rupa is eating me out!

I had a wonderful orgasm. Maybe the best orgasm I had ever experienced. She
cradled me in her arms as I recovered. "Just enjoy it." She whispered as
she stroked my hair. It was all so surprising in so many ways. I couldn't
believe the feelings I suddenly had for her. I realized I was falling in
love with her! And when I looked into her eyes and felt her tender kisses
on my cheeks and forehead I knew she was falling love with me too. But I
also realized what an intensely sexual person she was. The hunger, the lust
she revealed to me was incredible. I am also a deeply sexual person but
until then I think I had always held some of it back. I had never fully
shown it in my previous experiences. Maybe I was embarrassed by it. Or
scared of it. But now I felt so free.

I pulled her shorts down quickly and tugged off her panties. She laughed
and spread her legs wide. She offered me her pussy in the most open and
vulnerable way. Her bush was thick and nautral. I ran my fingers through
the hair. It was so unexpectedly silky and soft. The smell of her pussy was
strong but wonderful. She was incredibly wet. I licked her slowly, almost
methodically. Moving from her outer lips in. Her juices began to drip. I
tasted them. She wanted me so badly. She held my head and rocked her
pelvis. I knew I was teasing her a bit too much. Finally I slid two fingers
up her hot hole. She moaned out loud. She squirmed as I sucked her large
clit. She pressed my face into her pussy covering me in her juices. I
focused on her clit while finger fucking her. I could tell she needed to
cum. She couldn't wait. I went faster. She was moaning loudly. I felt her
vaginal walls contract sharply and she cried out. But as she did she
squirted in my face. Of course I had heard of female ejaculation but I had
never seen it. I laughed in amazement as fluid dripped off my face. For a
moment she looked embarrassed but I took her in my arms and kissed her
madly.

We made love all night. I actually felt sore by the time we passed out. And
then I woke up in her arms. She kissed me good morning. We jumped in the
shower and washed each other. "How are we going to survive the day?" I
asked her.

Luckily we were out with a big group attending a lecture for most of the
day. Other than a quick kiss in the women's room we managed to stay apart.

But that afternoon we got back to our rooms we tore off our clothes and
were so hungry for each other we did a 69. It was rough and fast because we
had promised to have dinner with the group. She didn't squirt this time.
She said it didn't always happen.

After the dinner we walked arm in arm to the monuments. "It's so
beautiful!" Rupa said as we stood by the reflecting pool looking up at the
Lincoln memorial. We hugged and I saw tears in her eyes. "I'm so happy."
She said. "I'm so happy too." I said kissing her. I knew what she wanted to
say and I said it first. "I love you Rupa." "I love you too." She said
hugging me hard.

It was the most wonderful two weeks of my life. We were madly in love with
each other. We had the most intense amazing sex. We told each other
everything. Secrets no one had ever known.

She wanted to know about my times with other girls. I told her that it had
been a series of funny, awkward encounters. Like the first time when I was
14 and was asked by an older girl at camp to go skinny dipping in the lake.
I described how the girl began to grope me under the water and how we ended
up kissing and licking each other's breasts beneath the moonlight. We
laughed at how innocent it now seemed. And then there was the goth girl I
met in art class when I was 15. We became friends and would sketch each
other nude. It was late one night when I was sketching her when she
suddenly opened up her legs and showed me her pussy. I sketched it
carefully. She began to touch herself. I wanted to kiss her but somehow I
knew she just wanted me to watch her. She masturbated herself in front of
me while rubbing her tiny breasts. But then strangely told me she hated me
the next day and never spoke to me again. And then finally the sexy
twentysomething waitress at a Dennys who took me back to her tiny apartment
and taught me how to make love to a woman.

Rupa's story was completely different. I was only the second girl she had
ever been with. Her childhood friend was named Kyra. Rupa told me their
relationship was uniquely Indian. Kyra's father worked for Rupa's father
who was from a wealthy family in India. While Kyra was her closet friend
and her family was close to Rupa's family it was always understood that
while not servants they were also not equals. It went unquestioned and was
so natural as to be almost unobservable.

Rupa was one year older than Kyra. She described her as pretty and petite
with a quiet, gentle personality. Rupa laughed and said "you know how I can
be!" She said she had always felt an attraction to girls but that one time
when she was 14 she went a party where boys from her school were looking at
porn on their phones and a computer. She said she was so sheltered she had
never seen pornography before. One boy showed her pictures and videos of
lesbians. She said feigned horror but deep down it lit this intense burning
lust. That night she dared to look at porn on her iPad under the covers of
her bed. (A boy had also told her about clearing her browser.) She told me
how she masturbated furiously to the videos she found.

It was a few weeks later that Kyra slept over as she often did. As usual
they shared Rupa's bed. Rupa said how they were already very comfortable
together. She knew already how much Kyra worshipped her and would do
anything for her. And as she lay there she also couldn't stop looking at
her. Kyra was 13 and while tiny and petite had developed a cute figure. She
described how she stroked Kyra's hair. Kyra seemed so please because as
Rupa admitted she was often mean to Kyra. She said she took Kyra in her
arms. She hugged her and held her and Kyra held her and hugged her back.
And then she kissed her on the mouth. This surprised Kyra. She looked
confused when Rupa kissed her again. She pulled away and asked her what she
was doing. Rupa said "aren't you my friend? Don't you love me?" Kyra
nodded. Rupa kissed her again. And then Rupa showed Kyra her favorite
video. She looked shocked. "It's wrong." She whispered. "Why if it is
between two friends who love each?" Rupa said. Kyra shook her head. "Fine.
Then I hate you and will never speak to you again!" Rupa said rolling over
and turning her back to Kyra. She said she heard Kyra crying softly. She
felt bad and knew she was being a bitch. She rolled back over prepared to
forgive and forget. They hugged. But then Kyra kissed her. Rupa showed her
another video. This time Kyra watched. Rupa says they learned how to make
love together. Over the months and years they became passionate lovers.
They would mimic the things they saw in lesbian videos. There was almost
nothing they hadn't done together. Rupa says there was a sort of love
between them but if she's being honest she also really just used Kyra.

As our two weeks in DC were coming to an end we knew we would face a new
challenge. How would we explain our new friendship to our friends back at
school? It actually wasn't that hard. To all but a few we were just best
friends. A couple knew we were lovers. For the next six months we were
inseparable. Our love deepened. Our sex just got better. I met her parents
who loved me and she met mine who loved her. We had plans to travel
together that summer and be roommates the following year.

And then one day Rupa came bursting into my room in tears. Her parents were
pulling her out of school that day. They forbid her to ever talk to me
again. Stupidly Rupa had forgotten that Kyra had her passwords. She found
emails I had written to Rupa and out of jealousy shared them with her
parents.

That was 5 years ago. It broke my heart for a long time. I never heard from
her again. The only thing I know is that a friend of a friend thought she
had been sent back to her father's family in India. I will always love her.