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Moniques College Lovers -2-
Monique had multiple
relationships to juggle, for she now loved Alexis and Ally and Jamie.
The last six months
had been hard for her, because Alexis shared that she had fallen hard for her
roommate, Stella. They had been pals back in the day, and it had gotten fairly
serious. Now Stella was back from Europe, and they were tighter than ever. Monique
thought she should give her some space. Maybe the Stella thing would fizzle
out.
*****
She decided, since
it was only 3:30 when she was leaving Ally's place, to sneak in a workout
before dinner. She texted Jamie on her way to the college's gym.
Monique: Hey girl, I'm heading to the gym right now.
Jamie:
Attagirl. Got to keep the pump.
Monique: Ahh, for sure. You down?
Jamie: I've already worked out...but I'm down. Be
there in fifteen.
Monique: OK, I'll be milling just outside. See you.
Love ya!
She
was in danger of getting a "big head", for the three girls were competing for
time with her. Of course, there were lots and lots of girls. Most of them, she
soon learned, competed with each other for the attention of others. Her star
was rising quickly; the baes either wanted to be her or be with her. After all,
this was the girl that was voted the "Most Glam" girl her senior year.
It
had been several months since Monique had seen Jamie, and when she walked up
and locked eyes and smiled at her with her big bright whites, she remembered how
soothing it was to her. They walked right up to each other and kissed on the
lips. She got a tingle.
"You
are even more beautiful than I remember," said Jamie. "And believe me, I
remember you as a hottie."
"Coming
right back at you, darling," said Moniqe. "The same beautiful tan lines. The
same luscious body." She wanted to lay with Jamie- big time. Her fragrance had
her head spinning. For some reason she looked at her crotch.
"Oh my," she
thought. "Is that what I think it is?"
They
walked into the locker room like it was yesterday. There were a few girls in
there but they got the same lockers as before. Kind of out of the way. They laid
their gym bags on the bench and kissed. It came flooding back to Monique. The
strong arms, the perfect ass. The crazy blue eyes. Even her breath was
delicious. She was kissing her, her hand cradling her face. She reached inside
her jeans jill her pussy...and felt the strapon. She almost swooned.
"Hey,
let me get my pants off, and then you can sit down on it," said Jamie. Monique
was terribly excited―this was a new
experience for her.
"The girls around
here are used to seeing people fuck, so there's no rush. I had to do this; it's
been so long Monique."
Jamie
squirted a dab of lube on the strap and a second one at Monique's pussy.
"Aahhhhhh," said Monique, as she put it in her pussy and
then sat all the way down on it. This surprised her, because the strap was long
and thick.
She
turned to kiss Jamie, and the kiss turned into making out. Making out while she
was fucking her. She was really into it, and raising 2" off Jamie slowly. Wash,
rinse, repeat.
Monique looked to
her left, and an attractive girl turned the corner and then just stood there.
She was topless, and she went inside her skinny jeans and began to rub her
pussy and her breasts ferociously. Monique got busy with Jamie, and before you
knew it, they were surrounded by a crowd of five horny girls playing with each
other, playing with themselves quietly. They were all white, with the exception
of a well-endowed black girl. They all sported shaven pussies.
They continued fucking, and Monique
had two orgasms. The first one caught the attention of the five girls.
"Come on now, get
it, get that fucking orgasm, you horny cunt," the
black girl said. "Do her Jamie, do her for us."
Jamie continued to
lift Monique off the toy and watch her descend, her muscular arms covered in
sweat.
"Hey sisters, look,
she's gettin' it, she's gettin'
it, Ohh," the pretty black one said, quietly.
Monique was getting
it, was cumming for the second time. "Aahhhh," she shouted, not caring who
heard it. "Aahhhh, Oohhhh, Aahhhh my god, shit fuck jesus
christ." Orgasms also sounded from the gallery. The
black girl in particular was coming all over her long, elegant fingers. "Ooo, baby."
The girls dispersed
to their lockers. Monique heard someone say,
"Those baes got it
going on," came the voice. "And that second girl is just starting out as a
freshman. Damn." Monique's self-esteem, already high, got a jolt from those
girls.
"Yeah, we know
Jamie, the hottest girl on campus and the queen of fitness," said another
voice. Jamie got a jolt of self-esteem, hearing the hushed voices. She had
already done the black girl on a Friday in December. She was a keeper for sure.
The others were familiar to her too, and she appreciated the love.
Monique got off the
dildo and knelt on the spotless floor, putting her t-shirt down in a neat
square for her knees. Jamie stepped out of the harness and put it in the
locker. Then she got on the bench and spread her knees, helping Monique to get
in front of her.
"My licks won't
compare to the surprise fucking, but I'll get an A for effort," laughed
Monique.
"C'mon, show me that
you missed me," mewled Jamie. "Because I sure missed you."
Monique briefly
gazed at Jamie's pussy and was reminded of the largeness of the clit and the
way her lips hung out. A trail of clear cum was leaking from her cunt onto the
bench. She put her finger in the cum, scooping up a bit. She brought it to her
mouth and sampled it. Mmmm. Heavenly. Jamie grabbed
Monique's hand and scooped some of the gruel up for herself, bringing it to her
mouth and getting a taste.
"Fuck, I'm so
ready," said Jamie. "Do me baby; I'm ready to cum."
"I'll have no
problem bringing her off," Monique thought to herself.
The sight of these
two baes was like looking at a porno, what with their jewelry and nails and the
light makeup. They would put most of the porn "stars" to shame.
After putting little
kisses all around her pussy, she kissed Jamie's clit and then her outer lips.
Monique then got right to eating her out, knowing that Jamie was climbing the
walls. Her long tongue delved deep into her cunt.
"Aahhhh, shit. Oh,
fuck me," mewled Jamie. "It's so good." Monique got her off quickly, and Monique
looked at her and said,
"You
probably thought I was never going to get here," said Monique as they walked to
the weight room.
"I
had given up hope, to be honest," said Jamie. "But here you are. In the flesh! After
we workout let's head back to my place. You'll get to meet my roommate, but
we'll have the rest of the day to reconnect in my room. I want to hear
everything about your senior year, my girlfriend." Monique remembered what a
great listener Jamie was.
*****
Monique lifted 155
lbs. ten times, a new personal record for her. She also worked her biceps and
her legs. They worked out separately, but were always ready to spot each other.
Jamie focused on her abs and her shoulders. She did some cardio too. In two
weeks, Jamie had a fitness competition that she was going to, and she was just
beginning her cut (dropping weight). She already looked fabulous, and she still
had two weeks to get in the best shape of her life.
After a
forty-five-minute workout they took a few minutes to pose. Monique had a hot
pink Lululemon sports bra that left her abs exposed and tight Lulu low-rise
shorts that really showed off her ass and legs. For Jamie it was pretty much
the same, except Nike neon blue. They were chatting up a storm as they flexed
for the mirror.
The
only people in the gym were women, thankfully. For these two girls were
semi-professional fitness models, and several girls stopped what they were
doing to come and watch our ladies' various poses. They got next to one another
and ran through biceps, back, thighs, and calves. Jamie would say a body part
or a pose, and then they'd both do it.
Frontal, side, and
rear poses. They literally went through another entire workout, and had an
ovation when they were finished (along with whistling and cat calls). Jamie was
shredded for sure. Monique was also fairly shredded and was a little
embarrassed by the attention they were getting. But not Jamie. She was used to
it.
*****
After the workout and they showered
together. Jamie lathered Monique before doing herself, paying special attention
to Monique's wondrous pussy and her breasts. They had a long shower, and enjoyed
make sure each other was oh, so clean.
"I really love the
college," said Monique as they dressed. "It feels like home to me."
"Maybe
it is home," said Jamie. "I know it is for me."
The
were walking out of the gym, bursting with confidence. They stopped and kissed
deeply, rubbing each other's back.
Monique let out a big exhale, and relaxed into Jamie's firm hug.
"You
know I missed you," said Monique. "Like bad. I will never forget our first time:
the music, the candles, the hugging. And you, my dear."
"And
I missed you so bad," said Jamie. "I had dark thoughts recently, like you weren't
coming. You know, you really light up this place, and me too. There's just
something about you...that I don't find in anyone else on campus. A certain
charisma in your eyes."
That
really made Monique happy. She found that Jamie's confidence, and really her
power, rub off on her. They held hands walking back slowly to Jamie's
apartment. They were a sight for sore eyes: two beauties, with bodies to die
for, holding hands. It felt good; it felt right.
"Do
you still have that big painting in your living room?" said Monique.
"Sure
do. I remember that you liked that one."
"Yes.
It really made me glad I was a lesbian. It touched me."
"Hey,
I'd like you to come to the competition in two weeks," said Jamie. "It'll be on
a Saturday? Would you do that for me?"
"Anything
for you, my darling," said Monique.
"Super
de duper," said Jamie, smiling. "You'll be my assistant. The role's a piece of
cake. But it will really keep me pumped, having you there. You'll get to see
the action and, you know, chat up a few of the babes, that kind of thing. I
took second in my category last time, and the winner will not be coming to this
meet. I plan on winning."
"Damn,
my girlfriend has the swagger," Monique said.
"You've
got to have that to win," said Jamie. "This time I will really be smiling, with
you there. We should have a lot of sex before we go to competition. He He." She was serious about the sex. It would help her get
to sleep.
They passed a cute
blonde who waved. Monique noted that she smiled at her and winked.
"She's
a babe," said Jamie. "Her name is Meagan Stoll and I had an affair with her. If
you have a chance, ask her out."
"Really,"
said Monique. "She's very pretty. But what is special about her?"
"She's
obviously hot. But, above all, she's honest," said Jamie. "Other girls just
tell you what you want to hear. Like, to get into your pants. Not so with
Meagan."
"She
has to be special to get an endorsement from you, said Monique. "She winked at
me, too. Damn. But I'm very happy with you." Jamie squeezed her hand, saying,
"Ha
ha, good response. Here we are." She opened the door
to her apartment and let Monique enter first.
"Looks
like we're alone," said Monique. Jamie took Monique's gym bag and set it down
next to hers. Then she took hold of Monique's hands, kissing them and then
saying,
"It
has been a long, very long time, my sweet." Her next kiss was on Monique's lips
and Monique melted into her. All the kisses and hugs of the last time she was
with Jamie came flooding back.
When
they separated, she looked at Jamie and got a big tingle. Jamie was beautiful,
absolutely gorgeous. With a body to die for. She was the reason Monique started
lifting and getting into fitness.
And then she saw the
painting, the big abstract one, painted in the colors of Pride and of Lesbian
Sisterhood. She was getting wet.
"Baby
we should get to bed quickly," said Monique. "I'm ready to cum." And the girls
tore off their clothes on the way to Jamie's bedroom. By the time they shut the
door, they were standing there, completely topless. Monique didn't wait for a
sign from Jamie. She had to get her mouth on her lovely breasts.
"Aahhhh,
that's my bae, going for my titties," said Jamie. "Aahhhh."
"Mmmmm," said Monique.
Jamie
and Monique resumed their urgent face kissing as they pulled off their jeans,
panties, socks and shoes. Jamie pulled her into bed and put her strong (but
sleek) arms around her.
"This
is just as I remember. I feel so safe and loved in your arms," said Monique.
"Safe for lovemaking. Safe for living." She ran her hands up and down Jamie's legs
and her upper body, loving her.
Then
they were in a sixty-nine, feasting on the pussies of each other. Two big
pussies, shaven. When Monique first put her face "down there" she was amazed at
how Jamie's cunt had already flowered for her. "Ooo,
lovely my dear, just lovely." It smelled so good too.
And
Monique knew her pussy would be smiling at Jamie when she "got home." They. ere
so wet.
"You
have such a pretty pussy, you know that girl, doncha,"
said Jamie. Monique's pussy was clean and shaven and smelled gorgeous, like
flowers on the first day of Spring. She lightly tapped it twice with her hand.
"Oh,
your cunt is so pretty too, darling," said Monique. "I just can't get enough of
it." She was licking it and sucking her puss puss like
never before.
Monique dug this
chick, dug have sex with her. "Time. Time Management. Pussy Time Management.
God I'm really going to have to organize myself," thought Monique. "I've got to
have a discussion with Jamie about that and a couple of other things. Not today
though..."
So, Jamie and
Monique really made serious love. It was a time to re-connect, to express the
love they had for each other. They both came twice, so effortlessly. They were absolutely
in love, bonkers over seeing each other again.
They were laying in bed,
talking about this and that during the afterglow. Jamie heard someone in the
apartment, and told Monique,
"That's my roommate,
Rachel," said Jamie. "You'll have to meet her."
"Do you two still,
you know, have sex?" said Monique. "Just wondering."
"We used to be
lovers, but now we're just roomies. But I did once last week," said Jamie. "I
was desperate, waiting for you. It really took the edge off. I'm not going to
say I was celibate during the last year and a half. But I was always waiting
for you, and now there is no one else. I know about Alexis and Stella. That's
the thing that really gave me hope."
"I'm here baby,
don't worry about a thing," said Monique. "All the girls I fucked during high
school were just a warmup for hooking up with you again."
"Enough for now,"
said Jamie. "Come on, let's meet Rachel."
*****
"Monique, I have to
tell you, she's been in a foul mood, waiting for you, you know," said Rachel.
"I told her already,"
said Jamie. "About our hook up last week. How you rescued me from a dark place."
"She was snapping at
me and very bitchy," said Rachel. "She's very private, you know. But I got it
out of her that you were supposedly starting school this month. I saw you from
a distance, during your visit eighteen months ago. I was getting into my car
and you and Jamie were walking toward our apartment. You didn't see me, but I got
a good glimpse of you. Of course, I immediately got jealous of Jamie. What's
the phrase the Greeks used, `the face that launched a thousand ships'?"
"I immediately knew where
she was coming from. Your even more beautiful now, in person. She's even had a
pic of you for a screen saver, so I got to see you up close. She was gone, dear.
I've never seen anyone so gone for a girl, the girl of her dreams. It's great
to finally meet you."
"Right back at you,
Rachel. "But I'm sorry, I don't know what to say about that `face' thing, except
I did finish growing. As I got into fitness my weight shifted, in a good way. But
Jamie is gorgeous too. And that she waited so patiently for me..."
"OK you two, enough,"
interrupted Jamie. "It's all good now."
"I'm going to maid
of honor in your wedding, I'm telling you both," said Rachel. "It will be the
wedding of the century for this college, believe me."
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