Monique's College Lovers Chapter 3

Monique's College Lovers -3-

Alexis was home when Monique walked up the steps to her 3^rd floor apartment. They hugged, and Monique cried.

"I'm sorry honey," said Alexis. "But I appreciate your understanding. It's hard for me too."

Alexis looked enchanting. It was late morning and she had her face done up and was rocking a beautiful short black skirt and bright red turtle neck outfit. She had gold hoop earrings and a gold necklace too. And there's another gold band on her left ring finger that Monique hadn't seen before. A lot of gold.

Monique thought, "Stella must be having an impact on her. I mean, who does their face up for a day on campus? And the jewelry. Sheesh."

"That's OK, shit happens," said Monique. "I thought I'd give you a try. I was really looking forward to spending this year with you. I understand. I'll pick my stuff up in a couple hours, maybe."

"I'll wait here until you get done at Student Housing. The dorm isn't so bad, at least from what I've heard," said Alexis. "The Director is gay, so you'll have no problems. Hey, let's do lunch next week. I'll text you my schedule to set something up. OK?"

Monique was already down the steps. She shouted up at Alexis, "OK, you know how to reach me." Monique didn't hear about the dorm or the Director: she was nursing the open wound in her heart. "Have a good life," she said, under her breath. She had no use for Alexis or Stella for that matter. As rich and beguiling as they were.

"The sooner I can clear my mind, the better," she said to herself. "I'm so glad I don't have a drug issue because right now I could use something."

*****

Monique was the only freshman at Stamford College that didn't have a place to stay. Her plans to room with Alexis had been ruined by what she saw as a fling with Stella, and that put her in a bind. She decided to come clean with Jamie.

"Jamie, I've got a bit of a problem," she said. "I need a place to live for the semester. Any suggestions?"

"You were going to live with Alexis, weren't you?" Jamie asked.

"Yes, I was. But now she's hot and heavy with Stella, and I don't want to be the third wheel. My things are there for now. There cool about it for a couple of days."

"Of course."

"There is another woman that I met today, and she has room for one. I would need my mother to sign off on whatever arrangement I come up with."

"I would have you move in here, but there is no way that Rachel will agree to it," said Jamie. "Believe me, I'll plead with her when you leave, be assured of that. But she's `very particular,' as my grammy would say. You'd sleep with me, of course. How much stuff do you have."

"It's clothing and books," said Monique. "The clothing is reasonable, less than half a closet. The books...are another story. I have about a hundred books. Sorry, English major."

"Whoa, that's a lot of books. Let me get back to you on what she says, OK?"

*****

Just to make certain, Monique texted Ally.

Monique: Hello, Ally?

Ally: What's going on honey?

Monique: I'm stuck. Alexis and I were going to live together, but she and Stella are hot and heavy right now. I need a place to stay. My mother had signed off on the apartment with Alexis, which Stamford requires. She trusts me.

Ally: I love you, Monique. I really am in love with you, but I need to feel it from you.

Monique: I love you too. But there is one other girl. Her name is Jamie...

Ally: I know Jamie. So, you hooked up with her this afternoon. You worked out with her, didn't you? And then you went to her place.

Monique: For God sakes, Ally, I'm a freshman. That's what freshman do. They hook up with hot girls. I'm sorry I brought her up.

Ally: Monique, wait...Monique, hello? She heard the click, as Monique disconnected.

Alexis broke down and sobbed as she sat on some steps outside Jamie's apartment. Two hours ago, she thought she was in love with three people. Now she had no one she could count on. Even Jamie, the girl she really loved, had to "check with her roommate." She got up and dusted herself off, and walked off toward the dorm.

"Maybe the dorm will be better," thought Monique. "If I get a single, it will pretty much guarantee privacy."

The dorm was a stately building partly covered with ivy. The Student Housing office was in the first floor.

She said "hello" to the secretary, Pamela Jackson, and told of her dilemma. Pam was understanding, and directed her across the hall to Ms. Rothstein, noting that the Director was not on the phone.

"She'll take care of your needs, Monique," said Pam. She winked as she said it, and Monique winked back.

She knocked on the door of the Director of Housing. She could see through the frosted glass that there was someone in this afternoon.

"Come in," said a firm yet soft, female voice.

Monique had shaken off the foul mood she was in from the chat with Ally. But just to be sure, she took a deep breath and let it out as she entered the office.

"Hi, I'm Monique Johnson and I'm a freshman and I need a room in the dorm," she said. "Could you help me."

"Hello Monique. I'm Elle Rothstein, Student Housing Director," the well-turned-out thirty-something said, smiling. "It's great to meet you. I know of your situation. But I thought we'd gotten a waiver for you to live off campus with your cousin." She spoke with confidence and a warm heart.

"First of all, there is nothing weird going on, just to set you at ease," said Monique. "My cousin, Alexis Reeves, asked if I could find a spot in the dorm. It turns out that Stella has returned from a semester in Europe, and has developed into more than a girlfriend. She needs the privacy."

"I get it," said Elle. "Hey, it happens to most of us at one point or another. What are you looking for."

"I'd prefer a single room, but I'm OK with a roommate."

"Sure, we have one single available," said Elle. "In fact, the student just moved out before the break, and it's ready to go."

Monique was in the habit of checking the left ring finger on all attractive women she met, and she thought, "she's definitely my type, and looks like she's single. Hmmm."

"That would be great, Ms. Rothstein," said Monique. "I have to have quiet when I study. I'm sure you understand. The only question I have is if there are any restrictions on the overnight guests?"

"No, as long as they are female," said Elle. "We have a policy of no men, ever. There are protocols for fathers to pick you up or to visit, but they are not allowed in the dorm. Mothers are fine, and female companions are always welcome in the dorm."

"That won't be an issue. The father I mean," said Monique.

"Of course," said Elle. "Dr. Helen Collins called in a favor to get the waiver for you. She gave me the background."

"So, you know that I'm a legacy," said Monique. "I thought that would count for something."

"Oh yes, and a dear friend of Dr. Collins," said Elle. "We try to keep certain things "in the family," so to speak."

"Hmmm," mewled Monique. She had been standing, but since the conversation took a turn, she chose to sit in one of the three leather chairs that faced Elle's desk.

Elle lowered her voice, and it became very quiet suddenly. She could faintly hear Pam keyboarding.

"She shared that you were a wonderful woman, a real lesbian's lesbian," said Elle. Ms. Rothstein was obviously in lust with Monique, and her eyes never lost the connection with Monique's.

"Helen and I have made love four times," Monique confessed. "Twice during my visit here seventeen months ago, and twice in LA. I adore her, and am going to major in English." Elle Rothstein was a bae, Monique decided. Just exquisite. And she seemed so open. And, there was the telltale smell of female arousal.

"She is our most popular professor," said Elle. "I've slept with her a few times myself. She's a great fuck."

"Hmmm, yes, she is," said Monique. She felt the moisture leaking down her legs.

"She says the same about you. That you're a great fuck," Elle said, with a purr. "She spoke about you in the most glowing term, dear. I'd love to show you the single room right now. And consecrate it, so to speak."

"I would love that," said Monique. "Maybe there is a way to see you too. You know, after I get moved in. Like tomorrow. Or tonight. Or regularly."

"I think that that can be arranged," said Elle. "I don't have anything tonight and tomorrow is free and...I'm single. The possibilities are endless."

Monique got a tingle. She was sure Elle had one too.

"The students are all moved in, so that phase is over," continued Elle. "And don't worry about being seen with me. Part of my role is to be a `House Mother," and I'm in the dorm regularly, especially at night. There's always some drama, but we try contain it, as it were."

"Pam, hold my calls, but I am available on my cell per usual," Elle spoke into the business phone.

"Shall we?" asked Elle, seductively.

Monique walked by Pam's desk, and winked at her. Pam shot her a knowing glance, and a welcoming smile. And winked at Monique.

*****

"So, this is it," said Elle, as she waved upon entering the single dorm room. "I hope it meets your expectations. Yes?"

Monique surveyed the room and walked to the desk. She sensed the faint feminine odors of the room, and imagined dozens, if not hundreds, of girls that had hosted women of all stripes in the fifty years of its existence.

"Fuck yeah, this will definitely do," said Monique. "And now, the consecration? Is there a separate fee for that service."

"No. It is rite of passage. Many are called, but few are chosen, he he," said Elle, as she started to undress Monique. It was so exciting for the freshman: her lust was at a fever pitch. When she had Monique in her bra and panties, she paused to look at her.

"My god, you are really something," said Elle. "You must know that. Fuck, your face, your body, your everything! Ohh. You should be in a magazine, or a centerfold. Fuck."

That's the first she'd heard of the centerfold, and it lit a fire in her. She silently embraced Elle the mature goddess. She put her age at thirty, give or take a year. Her lips tasted of mango, her body a slight saline, possibly from her morning bath. Elle was stripping as she talked. It was very sexy, being with a strong businesswoman.

"Elle, you're one to talk," said Monique. "Your body is exquisite, your lips divine."

Elle pushed her on the bed and dropped to her knees. She had been here before with a few girls, but no one as sultry as this goddess. She lifted Monique's legs, and slithered her panties off and laid them aside. What she found was a gleaming cunt, laying open for her. It took her breath away.

"Where have you been all my life," Elle said. She started kissing around the magic box, blowing little puffs of air on it. "Your just so perfect. You know that don't you."

"Yes, I know that god has blessed me," said Monique. "I just love sex with women, and you're..."

Elle had begun to slowly lick from her perfect asshole through her cunt to the slippery clit. Monique's magic man was now appearing, naked to the world. Elle repeated the lengthy lick. And repeated it. Ooo, and repeated it.

"Oh wow, that is marvelous, just delicious," mewled Monique. "My whole bottom is on fire, Aahhhh, Elle, Aahhhh. Take me baby. You've already got me cumming." Monique had gotten a slight tingle, then another one, stronger. Her shimmering body shook with the onset of orgasm.

"Aahhhh, it's cumming strong, Oohhhh, Uunnhhhh, Oohhhhh."

Turns out that Elle was a goddess of lovemaking. Her reputation on campus and beyond was impeccable. She loved students in the dorm and without. She loved the faculty women; she loved the mothers of the students in her care. And now she really loved Monique. She knew when she had a keeper.

"Maybe Helen would be jealous," a thought went through her mind. "Bring it on, baby. Bring all the bitches on." There was no one like Monique.

Monique forgot her girl troubles. "Live for the moment," flashed through her mind. "The rest of the girls will sort themselves."

"Right there, Oohhhh, yeah you baby dyke lover," said Monique. "You got it, keep licking my cunt and my clit. Stick a finger in my ass."

"Mmmm, like this?" Elle said, and she pushed her long, tapered, and well manicured (red, of course) middle finger in Monique's dark passage.

The lights went out for Monique. She was vaguely aware of herself, floating far away on a cloud. Heaven? Perhaps. But her entire being was relaxed with her sixth orgasm of the day.

She woke up and found that Elle was lazily doing what she had been doing in a mad rush: licking and fingering her pussy; licking and rubbing her clit; exploring her tight asshole.

Elle calmly let Monique cum down from her climax.

"You're still at me. I love it," said a relaxed Monique. "Hmmm."

"You're so...loveable deary. I can just keep nibbling and licking you all night," Elle said.

Then she took a break and let Monique recover.

So, how about this for the rest of the day. We'll take my car and go get your clothing and books. We'll bring it here and we'll have some fun setting it up. Then, we'll go to my place and get your reaction to my housekeeping. Maybe smoke a little. How does that sound?"

"Oh, just so peachy," said Monique. "But when am I going to get to pay my orgasm back?"

"I'm assuming you'll assault me when we step foot inside my place, he he," said Elle. "Somewhere in there we have to have some dinner, no?"

"Of course," said Monique. "Or, skip the calories, and let's burn some, he he." Elle hugged her a long time, babbling some forget me nots. She'd had a girl like this ten years before who got away. Elle longed for one that would stay.

A door or two closes, another opens. Oh, the life.

It turns out that Alexis did love Monique. She had called Elle before Alexis went to the apartment, and gave her the low down. She got a verbal commitment on a single dorm room, and then dialed her mother Sandra to explain the situation. Sandra was fine with it, but wanted Monique to work it out. Lesbians looking out for one another.

*****

"Unhhhh, Aahhhh, right there with your tongue. Aahhhh, keep it going there," said Elle. Monique had touched her, deeply and she was very verbal. They were on Elle's king size bed. They had gotten her things from Alexis's apartment and take them to the dorm. Then they made the short drive to Elle's condo. It was 5:30 but their minds were on sex. Dinner, pshaw.

Muahhhh, Ungghhhh it's so good you dyke, you not-so baby dyke," proclaimed Elle. Monique loved her name. Elle. "Sounds like a Paris supermodel," she thought.

Monique loved her pussy, and love making love to it. Of course, it was shaven, fresh that morning. It was so squishy, so fragrant. Like lilies of the valley. She found that it was deep too. Normally she could reach the cervix with her tongue, but not Elle's. And she puffed up beautifully: her vulva swelled, her vagina distended so that it could take more tongue or fingers or dildos. The labia minora hung below her pussy, beckoning all lovers.

"Some day mine will do that too," thought Monique.

Her clit was "ginormous," its head being the size of a newborn male's member. Obviously, it showed, and Monique found she loved licking and flicking it. The only thing that a man could do that Elle couldn't was shoot cum. "Oh, wait! What's the sticky stuff that is covering my lips and my tongue right now," thought Monique.

She was in her element. Licking and fingering Elle, she varied the pace, keeping an eye on her lover's reactions. She patted her on the side of her butt, and Elle instinctively got on all fours quickly. Monique began to eat her butt and her pussy.

"You'll have to, Aahhhh, come to my parties, Oohhhh," Elle said. "Helen often comes, and various chicks in their twenties and thirties, Aahhhh. You'd fit right in."

"Oh yeah, thsluurrpp thsluurrpp," said Monique. Elle was dripping gruel and Monique was eating it up. She rolled her tongue into a spear, and went deep into her ass. Mmmm, she loved the tasted and smell.

"Ohhh, right there, girl. Please, more of that."

Monique was tongue fucking her ass and while she fingered her pussy and jilled her clit. Elle was very close. Monique again patted her butt once, and Elle flopped onto her back. Monique got into the basic setup for tribbing, with one Elle's leg straight up and Monique holding onto it with her right arm. She started to ride Elle's pussy: back and forth, up and down.

"Girl, I have to give it to you," said Elle. "You really know what you're doing."

"I've been around," said Monique, and she winked at Elle. Elle giggled.

"Yeah anyway, I have them four times a year, Aahhhh," said Elle. "About ten or twelve ladies, Aahhhh, and we do everything, Aahhh. They all live in walking distance, so it is very convenient for us. We take turns hosting, Oohhhh. Normally there are no students, but in your case, Aahhhh, we would gladly make an exception."

"I'm down for that," said Monique. "Hey, let's get you off."

She was tribbing Elle relentlessly. Back and forth across her pussy, squishing Elle's clit with her pussy-clit. Elle was looking up at her bae, grinning and smiling. She grabbed Monique's tits and her flat stomach. Monique leaned forward every couple minutes and tongue kissed her passionately.

Monique switched positions, laying between her legs, doing her girl in a missionary style. Elle wrapped her legs around her torso holding Monique close. They resumed the kissing.

"Oh my, Aahhhh, we're quite a couple," cried Elle. "Oohhhh,

"That's my Elle," said Monique softly. "Get it, get it now. Come for me babe, come on and get it you whore. You dyke slut." Elle loved the dirty talk.

They were in one of their favorite positions as it would turn out, pussy grinding on pussy. Kissing regularly, with urgency. The both loved the position, with Monique on top.

Elle cried out "Oh, Oh, Oh, here it comes. Grunnsh, Grunnnnnsh, Aahhhh, Oohhhh, Aahhhh. Wowsie wow...Uunnhh." She waved Monique off her.

Elle was still conscious, but was limp. She was done, well done.

"Beautifully done, baby," said Monique.

*****

They were spooning in the afterglow. It had been a very prolific day for Moniqe, with three very good-looking baes having been with Monique. But she felt she had found a lover.

"Have you ever had a child, Elle?" said Monique. "Your sex parts are quite large. Adorably so."

"No, but I've had an abortion," said Elle. "I just wanted to know what I was missing when I was nineteen, and I let a man cum inside me. I was rewarded with a growing fetus. Hah, I thought I was putting on weight too. Anyway, I found my way to the clinic and had the procedure about two and a half months in. If it wasn't for that night, I'd be a gold star girl. How about you?"

"I dicked around a little when I was a freshman, and throughout my sophomore year," said Monique. "I never got pregnant, thank God for that. By the summer before my junior year, I was telling girls that I was "bi," but I was only doing woman. When Alexis hosted me for an impromptu visit, I came out to her my first night. I've never looked back. In fact, I was promiscuous for the remainder of high school, dating increasingly older gals."

"What about me," said Elle. "I'm thirty-one. Too old for you? To be in a relationship?" Every year a few students hook up with Elle. So far, she hasn't pursued any lassie for a relationship. Monique was, well, different. Mature beyond her years. Elle sensed her potential for a relationship.

"Oh, fuck yes," said Monique. "Besides my mother, I've had many women in their late twenties and early thirties. In fact, I had a three-month affair with a beautiful twenty-nine-year-old. She was my English teacher sophomore year. I hooked up with her at a, `full disclosure,' sex party when I was a junior. Older women are more settled, they know what they're looking for. It kind of feels good when I'm with them. But they have to love sex."

"Oh, don't they though. I love sex parties, if I know some of the girls," said Elle. "God knows I've been to a few. But really, I love sex. All types of sex. Kinky sex."

"Me too. I love sex parties," said Monique. She wondered what kinky sexual practices Elle had. Just then she looked up and saw a bolt in the ceiling. "Ah, sex swing. Good girl," she thought.

"When I visited fifteen months ago, Alexis and I attended one at Helen's place," said Monique. "That was to die for. Which reminds me, I smoke a little. Is that a problem for you?"

"How much is a little?" asked Elle.

"About six or seven a day," said Monique. "It has been steady. The most I smoked was ten, and that was on a dare."

"Well, I smoke after sex," said Elle. "I love it. That works about to about two or three a day."

"Could I have a cigarette?" Monique asked. "Mine are with my stuff."

"Let's both have one," said Elle. "First, I'll get you a robe. Then let's got out to the deck." She got off the bed and took identical white terrycloth robes and white slippers and went out to the deck. Monique took a deep inhale of the robe. So fresh, Aahhhh."

As they looked out on the winter's green-brown landscape, they lit up. Monique loved that Elle smoked. The smoking thing was going out of style it seemed. The practice was very satisfying for them. Their first draw was a deep one, and they blew out in a cloud of blues and grays.

Elle's condo was on the third floor and the deck faced the park. There were a few children playing in the park, and it looked like their mothers were sitting on a bench, chatting away. "This is peaceful," Monique thought. She felt very safe, with Elle, with her place.

"It sounds like you may go for more experienced girls? Yes?"

"100%," said Monique. "The easy ones are around my age. It's like, take a number. There are just fewer older women, so that's a problem. I'm so glad we met. I was having a pretty shitty day before I met you."

"I love everything about you, hon," said Elle. "Even your name. Your name really turns me on. Monique. Let's see. I'm dating Monique. Monique is my girlfriend. Me and Monique fucked last night in the park under a full moon. It sounds so sophisticated. It's goes with your sophistication. Frankly, you're the most together woman I know."

"Well, I was voted Most Likely to Succeed by the seniors. So, there's that."

"Oh my God," said Elle. "Bananas. Most Likely to Succeed? Shit."

The girls simultaneously breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction and happiness and laughed.

"I've found my fairy princess," announced Elle. "You can move in with me, or keep the dorm room. You'll probable wish you had at least a semester of life with all the girls. And, my condo can be your home away from home."

"Oh, I think that will be arranged," said Monique.

Monique moved over onto Elle and her lips found Elle's. Her body felt so good to her. She was falling in love with an older woman. Elle. Elle. Elle.

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