Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2009 22:43:23 EST
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: Kate and Emma.  By  JYM

Kate and Emma.  By  JYM
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When I left home for college I knew I'd never go back. My  father had died
two years earlier and my mother had remarried just eleven months  later. Her
new husband was scum and we had quite a number of arguments about it.  She
refused to believe that he tried to get into my pants the first time she
brought him home. She told me I was imagining things. I told her I didn't
imagine his hand on my ass and she slapped me. Our relationship went downhill
from there.
I went east to college, to a state university in  New England.
I was still seventeen when I arrived on campus. My  eighteenth birthday
still more than two months away. I'm small and slim, with  black hair, brown
eyes, and smooth olive skin. Not pretty, but tomboy cute. I  have a tight
athletic body - small firm breasts, a tight little butt, and nice  legs. My legs
are my best feature so I favor shorts and short skirts to show  them off.
My first week on campus was the usual week of total  confusion and frantic
activity. Then things started to settle down. My roommate  was from western
New  York, a quiet studious girl who didn't talk much. I knew  we'd never
be life long friends but we got along okay. It was almost a week  before I
realized she was actually quite pretty. She was blonde and blue-eyed,  her
eyes magnified by the thick glasses she wore. She was taller than me, maybe  5'
8", and nicely build. Good legs too.
One day, during my run, I was totally blown away when  another girl
whistled at me as I jogged past her. When I got back to the room I  told Kate and
she smiled. "How do you feel about  that?"
I shrugged. "Surprised. Guys don't even whistle at me." I  grabbed my
stuff and went down the hall to take a shower. When I came back Kate  was gone
and I didn't see her again until later that  night.
Another week passed. Another girl whistled at me. Or  maybe it was the same
one and I just didn't recognize her. I mentioned it to  Kate, wondering
aloud why they, or she, whistled at me. She put her book down  and looked at
me. "You're cute, Emma. And the tomboy look appeals to a lot of  lesbians."
She picked her book up. "I know it appeals to me." I glanced at her  and she
flashed a mischievous smile that made me think she was kidding  me.
That night I had a nightmare about my mother's new  husband. I dreamed he
was raping me and my mother was watching, doing nothing to  stop him. I woke
up in a cold sweat. Kate woke up too. "Are you okay,  Emma?"
"Yes, I just had a bad  dream."
I guess I didn't sound too convincing because she sat  up.
"Are you sure? Want to talk about it?" She threw her  covers back.
"Come and sit with me."
I hesitated for a moment then slid out of bed. I crossed  the room in two
quick steps and sat down on her bed. She pulled the covers up  around us and
I told her about my mother's new husband and my dream. "I don't  want to go
home anymore. Can't. Won't" Then, stupidly, I began to cry.
Kate put her arm around me and I buried my face against  her shoulder. She
held me, stroking my back gently while I cried. "And this  thing with girls
whistling at me........"
"Don't go home if you don't want to. There are open dorms  during
holidays. You can stay here and study. Or go home with a friend. Stop  worrying
about it. As for girls whistling at you, does that really bother you so  much?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes it does and other  times I'm
flattered. It's only happened twice. I just don't  know."
That's when she tilted my chin up and kissed me. It was a  soft gentle
kiss, so different from being kissed by a guy. When it was over she  smiled and
asked, "Do you want to go back to your own  bed?"
I hesitated, almost said yes. Then shook my head. "I  don't know."
She smiled and stretched out, pulling me down beside her.  She pulled the
covers up and said, "Relax. You're  safe."
She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. I stared up  at the ceiling
for a few minutes before I fell asleep too. When I woke it was  still dark.
Her clock read 3:43 a.m. I was laying on my side, facing my bed, and  Kate
was behind me, pressed up against me, spoon fashion. My T-shirt was up  around
my waist. Kate's arms were around me, one hand cupping my right breast,
and my butt was pressed up against her belly. I thought about going back to my
 own bed but I was too warm, felt too safe, and decide it was too much
trouble. I  drifted off to sleep again.
When I woke up again it was 6:30 and I was in my own bed.  I had a vague
memory of being picked up and carried there. Kate was gone, off  for her
morning run before her early class. It was just as well because I needed  time to
think before seeing her again.
That afternoon, when I came back from my last class, Kate  was sitting at
her computer. She glanced up with a smile.  "Hi."
I dropped my backpack on my bed. "Hi." I sat down and  glanced around. "
About last night....."
She turned around in her chair. "Are you okay? I didn't  scare you or
anything?"
I smiled. "Yes, I'm fine. I just wanted to say I felt  very safe with you."

She grinned and patted her thigh. "Come here and sit  down."
I got up and sat down on her lap. She wrapped her arms  around me and gave
me a long erotic kiss with lots of tongue on both sides,  slipping her hand
under my sweatshirt. I sighed and rested my head on her  shoulder while she
rubbed my belly. Her hand moved higher and she chuckled when  she discovered
I wasn't wearing a bra. I closed my eyes while she fondled my  tits. After
a moment or two she said, "Get up and take your clothes off. Check  to make
sure the door is locked."
I checked the lock and then undressed slowly, enjoying  the way she looked
at me. When I was finished I sat down on her lap again, this  time
straddling her lap, facing her. We kissed and she fondled me, squeezing my  tits
gently, teasing my hard pointy nipples, stroking my back and buttocks. When  I
was totally aroused she stood up. I slipped my arms around her and wrapped my
 legs around her waist, rubbing my mound against her sweatshirt. She cupped
my  buttocks and carried me to her bed. She set me down and I watched her
undress.  She had a great body - a  strong body - wide shoulders, full firm
breasts, good hips, long beautiful legs,  and a nice ass.
She stretched out beside me and we kissed and fondled  each other for a
long time. Then she slipped her hand between my legs and  masturbated me to
orgasm. It was fantastic! She held me while I moaned and  shuddered and when it
was over she did me again. And again. And again. After  four orgasms in
succession I was limp, sweaty, and exhausted. I fell asleep and  didn't wake up
until she shook me and said, "We need to hurry if we're going to  get to
the dining hall before it closes." We hurried and just made it in  time.
We chatted while we ate and Kate casually asked if I  wanted to keep our
relationship a secret. I thought about it for a minute or  two. "No, not
unless you do. Do you?"
She grinned. "Not  particularly."
I was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I hadn't been  wearing a bra all
day and my panties were back on the floor of our room. It was  dark when we
left the dining hall. Kate slipped her hand into the back of my  sweats and
stroked my bare buttocks. "My, my. No bra and now no panties. What a  slut
you are!" She was laughing as she spoke.
I bumped her with my hip. "And who made me hurry so much  I didn't have
time to find them? Hmmmm? But you're right, I am a slut.......your  slut."
She pinched my butt. "And don't you forget it!" We  laughed and stopped in
the shadows to kiss.
When we got back to the room we both had work to do. Kate  pulled the shade
down and then said, "Take your sweatpants  off."
I glanced at her. "Are you asking me or telling  me?"
"Telling you." Absolutely no hesitation. She crossed the  room and made
sure our door was locked. It wasn't unusual. Most of the girls  kept their
doors locked at night.
I nodded. "Okay." I slipped my sweatpants off and began  to read, wearing
just socks and sweatshirt. I felt very sexy. We worked steadily  for a
couple of hours. Then took a break. I put my sweatpants on and we went for  a
walk to get some fresh air. When we got back I took them off again and went
back to work. I finished first and went over and kissed Kate on the back of
her  neck.
"Go away, I'm not done."
I continued to kiss her and she finally put her book down  and told me to
stretch out on her bed and masturbate. I did. She stopped reading  and
watched. It was exciting and a little embarrassing. But I enjoyed doing it  while
she watched. When I was done she went back to her reading. A few minutes
later she put her book down and pounced on me. She put me on my knees, on her
bed, leaning against the wall.  Then  she licked my pussy from behind. It
was absolutely incredible!  She brought me to the edge and held me  there
until I was sobbing in frustration. Then she push a finger into my anus  and
triggered the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced! Afterward, I started
to cry. She pulled me onto her lap and asked what was wrong. I shook my
head.  "Nothing. It was just so damn good!" I kissed her. "I love  you."
Our affair continued through the fall, growing and  getting more intense.
But it wasn't all sweetness and light. We were no  different than any other
teenagers in that respect. She was a neat-freak and I  was your basic slob.
When she finally had enough she turned her stereo up,  pulled me across her
lap, and spanked me. On my bare butt. Did a good job of it  too. By the time
she stopped I was sobbing and begging for mercy. I promised I'd  be a good
girl in the future. I slept on my belly that  night.
Another fight came after I caught her in the student  union, flirting with
a cute little redhead named Karen. I dumped a glass of  water in Kate's lap
and stormed out. She followed me and apologized.  I burst into tears and
whispered, "The  thought of losing you scares me to death!" She hugged me,
kissed me, and took me  back to our room and fucked my brains out with her new
strap-on  dildo.
My eighteenth birthday was on the twenty-seventh of  October.
We got dressed up and Kate took me out to dinner. I wore  a little black
dress, white thigh-highs, and a pair of black pumps with 3"  heels. No bra. No
panties. We went to a nice Italian restaurant a couple of  miles from the
campus and had a wonderful dinner. Kate wore a new skirt and a  beautiful
silk blouse that must have cost as much as my whole wardrobe. We had a  great
time. She gave me a pair of gold earrings and kissed me right there in  front
of everyone.
She took me home with her for Thanksgiving. It was a  six-hour ride. She
told me her parents knew she was gay and were comfortable  with it. She
introduced me as this way. "Emma, this is my father, Jack, and my  mother, Marion.
Mom and dad, this is Emma, my roommate and  lover."
Her parents were very gracious and welcomed me warmly. I  helped her mother
in the kitchen while she helped her father get his snow blower  running.
Her mother and I hit it off big time. Part of it was having another  woman in
the kitchen with her for a change.  "Kate's very feminine looking but she
has the soul of a mechanic. It `s so nice to have someone around who doesn'
t get  deathly pale at the thought of having to peel potatoes!" We were
still laughing  when Kate and her father came in from the garage.
Kate and I stayed up late Wednesday night, watching  television and
talking. Then we went to bed. In her old room. Her mother didn't  mention separate
bedrooms. We made love and then fell asleep in each other's  arms.
Thanksgiving was a blur of aunts and uncles, cousins,  nieces and nephews,
grandparents on both sides, a host of people who seemed to  think I was
special because Kate loved me. It was great and I had a wonderful  time! The
high  point came when Kate stood up and proposed a toast. "To  Emma: my
roommate, my friend, the love of my life!" Everyone drank and then  there was lots
of clapping and cheering. I sat there, blushing furiously,  happier than I'd
ever been in my life!
We stayed up late again, made love on the rug in front of  the fire, and
slept late. We stayed over another night and drove back to school  on
Saturday. On Tuesday, I got a telegram informing me that my mother and her
husband had been killed in an automobile accident on the way home from Las
Vegas.