Monique's College Lovers Chapter 4

Monique's College Lovers -4-

Monique had her "cry," but that was to just let off the temporary hurt caused by her girlfriends not coming to her aid in her housing situation. She found out later that Alexis had made the behind-the-scenes call to Elle to negotiate a room for her. Normally students didn't just show up at the Student Housing Director's office and negotiate a room. In fact, she was the first to do it in six years.

"What do I do if she and Stella split up," she thought. She was truly inspired with the way her cousin handled the situation with Stella. Lesbians looking out for one another.

Ally showed her true colors; she wanted to control Monique. "Good luck on that one," thought our hero. She would not see her again except for some brief "Hi's" and "Hey, how's it goings" on campus. She really didn't have anything to say to her. She had turned out to be shallow and vindictive.

And Jamie. She was so fucking hot, and she really meant well. Monique had decided to follow through and go to the meet with Jamie. It was really eye opening. While she was backstage waiting for Jamie to finish up, two girls with bodies that rivalled Jamie's hit on her big time. But she was there with Jamie and thanked the women for their efforts. She got a little gossip in the mean time:

"Who's dating Debbie now?"

"Where's the back room? You know, the one where we can be naughty?"

"The head judge is fucking Cynthia. Go figure."

One of the women really was effusive in her praise of Monique's body, comparing her favorably with Jamie. Monique wore her bright blue spandex workout togs; she looked so effing hot with her ripped abs fully exposed. Amanda was a shimmering blonde, and was tan and toned, sporting a yellow workout set to rival Monique's.

"You know, next time you should compete," said Amanda. "Your bod, hon, is as tight as Jamie's. You could win some hardware. And, do me in the meantime."

"That so nice of you," said Monique. "For sure, I'll remember your offer. As to Jamie, we're the same height, but she has five pounds of muscle on me. Any meet she's in, the best I could do is second place. I'm working out hard and practicing my poses. I've been in two meets in LA, so I know a bit about the scene."

"I think she's going to win her class," said Amanda. "The winner of the two recent meets is taking some time off. Unhhhh, you sure you don't want to go downstairs with me? I have half an hour until I have to get ready."

"It is really tempting, but I'm here with Jamie," said Monique. "We're sort of girlfriends. Well, not really. But it would be tacky, don't you think?"

"I don't know," said Amanda. "All I know is that you are eighteen, and so hot."

Amanda was extremely attractive, and she gave Monique the tingles. They would become friends, and more, eventually.

*****

Then there was Elle. Monique + Elle. Aahhhh. She loved the trendy dyke and loved the leadership she exhibited daily. And Elle loved Monique like no other, in spite of her age. Perhaps, because of her age: the beautiful eighteen-year-old.

But Elle had to have her parties. Monique could deal with that. Oh yeah, she would deal with it by getting into the sex parties too. "Ooohh, twist my arm!" When she walked into the next party and surveyed the babes, she found that she was in her element. "Oh yeah. Fuck, this is good, this is right." The women were very hot and very nice to her.

Monique and Elle went to the first one together on a Friday night in late January at the condo of the Stamford College Athletic Director. The AD, Susan McGuire, was a good friend of Elle's. Both were Stamford alumni and both NCAA athletes (swimming). Susan was very nice and very attractive.

Monique looked around at all the girls and saw that they had smiles on their faces and laughter in their hearts. They were so glad to be there. And, none of the women was overweight, either. She noted a strong tingle just then and her the ensuing wetness made her panties stick to her upper thighs.

There was an initial cocktail hour when the ladies mingled. Everyone wanted to kiss Monique and she was just fine with that (and Elle expected it).

A female stripper named Madison showed up around 9:00 to kick the party off. She was there with her girlfriend Mia who also got into the partying mood. Monique really got into Madison, and ate her out, making her feel welcome. The partiers were cheering the two on, most all of them copped a feel of Madison or kissed her. "These girls really know how to party," Monique thought.

Every host is known for her style of party. At this party, Susan put each of the ladies' names on a tampon and put them in a Tampax box. There was a lot of hooting and hollering as Susan and her wife Linda worked the audience. Linda pulled the names out two at a time until all ten ladies had an assigned partner (the dancer was assigned to her girlfriend).

There would be five couples making love at her place soon after the the cocktail hour. Of course, her she pulled Susan and Monique's tampons out next and shouts of "Hey, no fair" and "You think you can handle her" came from the others.

"We'll find out, suckers," laughed Susan. And she grabbed Monique and the two ran to the bedroom screaming and laughing.

Then Linda pulled her own tampon and Elle's and it was thought they would go to the master bedroom. Linda twerked on Elle, her ass grinding into Elle's groin for all to see. For her part, Elle was grabbing her female parts, a boob and a pussy there. She even reached under Linda's Lululemon's for some feels of her cunt. Then Elle sat down in a chair, and Linda gave her a topless lap dance to the cheers of all. Ooo la la.

*****

They all found a couch or a bed and were soon making love. Elle stayed in the living room and Monique and Susan went to the master bedroom. Susan put Monique at ease with a number of risqué jokes and a lot of laughing. Even the most experienced dykes are somewhat nervous with a new partner. Susan had a habit of telling a joke or two when she was a little uptight.

"OK, I've got a joke for you," said Susan. "What do you call a lesbian who lives up north?"

When Monique didn't respond right away, she said, "A Klondyke!" Monique laughed. She had never heard of these jokes or known anybody who told lesbian jokes.

"OK, what do you call a hot lesbian?" said Susan. [dramatic pause] "A Bushfire."

"Too fucking funny," said Monique. "You crack me up and down, Come here. I want to make you cum so bad."

They made out for a minute or two. There was magic between them. Ooo la la. Who knew?

*****

"OMG, will you look at that big screen TV," said Monique. Susan had flipped a switch, and an hours long movie with five amateur lesbian scenes appeared. Yes, she thought of everything. All of the girls were horny and beautiful and experienced. Monique fit right in.

They got into the sheets like a couple of high school girls. Monique ate Susan's pussy with great relish, and Susan hers, in a sixty-nine. Theirs is no better sensation than facing a freshly-shaven cunt on an athletic woman's body on a Friday night.

By the time of this party in late January, Monique and her girlfriend Elle had been together a few weeks and made love every day. They were horny lesbians deeply in love. They'd done everything, including breaking in Elle's new sex swing and screwing on her deck (at night). Of course, they slept together on the weekends. The rest of their rendezvous were on study breaks for Monique. She felt at home with Elle's social circle. Candidly, she was the only student to be included.

"Oh honey, you're a natural," said Susan. "Good call by Elle to bring you along. Just keep doing that to my pussy."

"And what a pretty pussy it is, my dear," Monique said. "What do you like? I pretty much have done it all and I want to please you baby."

"When you're ready, flip me over and eat and fuck my ass, for starters."

She was rolling Susan's big clit with her left hand, reaching around Susan's left leg. At times she jilled her pussy with the first two fingers of her left hand as well.

Susan smelled clean and looked completely shaven everywhere. She was such a doll Monique thought.

Monique was there to please, make her cum. She let Susan know she was ready. When Monique patted her on the side of her ass once, Susan got up on all fours. Monique pulled apart her cheeks and inspected her pussy and probed her asshole. So pure, so creamy white and milk chocolatey.

"Mm-mmm, perfection," she said aloud. "Not a hair in sight."

"Yuck, I hate getting hairs in my mouth," said Susan. "It gives me the willies. I assume you don't like it either."

"Same. I tell people: shave down there before we make love, please. Including the ass," said Monique. "If they don't, there is no second time. I'm kind of prissy that way. I've taken one hair, and I will not take another one, hopefully."

Monique started to work on her ass with complete confidence. The eighteen-year-old wunderkind was up to her old tricks. Fingers, mouth, tongue.

"Oohhhh, my god, please keep going, Monique," said Susan. "You really know what you're doing. Aahhhh, fuck."

Monique was doing her pussy and clit with her right hand while her left hand and her mouth fucked her ass. She would come up for air every minute or so.

"Just so you know, Aahhhh, I'm typically a big squirter when I cum," said Susan. "I assume you're OK with that, Uunnhhhh."

"Oh yes, my heart's desire," mewled Monique. "I love to drink whatever you've got. I can tell it will be pure. Should I put my mouth down there?"

"Yeah, lay down under my pussy in a couple minutes, Oohhhh, Uunnhhhhh," said Susan. She was shaking; her pussy was gaping; her orgasm was close at hand.

"Have you had a child, darling," asked Monique. "Because your abs and your lady parts are so big and perfect. I've done a lot of teens and you beat all of them." Her honesty was so...hot.

"Thank you, that's so nice that you noticed," said Susan. "Uuhhhh, uuhhhh. Child? Ooo, no way. As for my lady parts...I work on them every day."

"It shows," said Monique. "Your body is fabulous. "You must be below twenty percent body fat. And your big tits. Here, give me one of those pretty girls." Monique slapped both breasts, then grabbed the right one, pinching it a few times.

"Oohhhh, seventeen percent, plus or minus one," said Susan. "Aahhhh, Oohhhh. I'm coming. So soon. Aahhhh, Oohhhh, it's going to be huge."

They got down to work, Monique doing Susan's ass. Susan was starting to go down the orgasm hole.

"Get it Susan, it's right there, get it baby," said Monique. She was fucking Susan' asshole like she was in a competition. Her tongue was rolled up; she continuously jabbed it into the dark channel. Susan was wet everywhere, and she told Monique she was a squirter.

"Now, get under me," mewled Susan.

"You got it babe," said Monique, as she effortlessly slid under Susan's pussy. "I'm so ready for your cum."

Monique was an expert at getting women off. She used her tongue, her mouth, and her fingers on Susan's clit and her pussy. After a minute of giving her pussy some attention, she again focused on her ass, sticking her beautifully long middle finger in there. That was it. Susan started cumming.

"Oh my god, jesus christ, I'm cumming, Uunnhhhh," said Susan. "Aahhhh, keep doing those things you dyke, Uunnhhhh, uunnhhhh. Oh wow, wow bejesus."

Indeed, Susan squirted all over Monique. Some of it ended up in her mouth, some on her hair, and some on her chest. About half to two-thirds of the substance was piss, the rest the honey-like substance known a woman's purely clear nectar. All in all, it tasted delish to Monique. She wished that she would squirt too, but it wasn't to be. Not yet anyway, but someday soon she thought.

*****

"Were you always able to squirt when you came?" asked Monique.

"No honey, I wasn't," said Susan. "It started to in my mid-twenties. I remember the first time. My lover was shocked; she thought I had pissed on her. I learned from my gynecologist that it was natural, but for me it did have some urine in it." She licked up some of the liquid from Monique's face.

"To me it has a salty taste," mewled Susan. With her beautiful tapered fingers, she shared some of it with Monique, and they both got into gathering it from her chest, from her hair, and Monique ate it off the fingers. Hmmm. It was very relaxing, fun really, to be fed your lovers discharge on her fingers.

*****

Monique was up for anything, but really wanted to be fucked and indicated such to her partner. Susan reached into the bedstand and pulled out three straps for Monique to choose from.

"Here we have the rainbow dildo eight inches long on plenty thick," she said, handing the strapon to Monique. "Next, I have blackie, my largest at ten inches, but a little narrower than the Pride dildo. Finally, we have a seven-inch narrow dildo, for backdoor pleasure, but also for the younger lassies. You know, for those who are not used to the bigger dildos. What do you think?"

"I choose the rainbow strapon, if only because I love the colors," said Monique. "The narrow dildo for the younger girls. Now for a random question. Have you done many high school girls? I've brought out quite a few and even some junior high girls. It gives me so much pleasure, I have to admit."

While they chatted, Susan was getting strapped.

"Yes, for me too," said Susan. "I'm tied in at the high school and junior highs and we regularly host the girls who are exploring. Linda and I are committed to showing them another way. The teachers are reluctant to get involved romantically with the baes, so we step in. They are so ready to party by the time they get to my condo. You know, tea parties and such."

"Oh, I know. Tea Parties are some of my fondest memories of high school," said Monique. "Watching the younger girls embracing lesbianism. Handling their virginity, and watching them blossom. Nothing like it."

"I don't know if "advanced" is the right term to apply, but surely are a leader in the life," said Susan. "I wished I had known you, back in the day."

"And I, you," said Monique. "Everything we've done tonight feels, well, so natural. I'm sure the younger girls have a lovely time with you and Linda."

Susan smiled. "Thanks, that means so much to me, coming from you," said Susan. "We have a way to go before society gets it, accepts the lezzie girls just like the others. Now, what do you like? Just guide me, won't you?"

The two babes were still naked from making love earlier and had been sitting on the bed. Just then Monique jammed the rainbow dildo in her mouth and made love to it. It got Susan going, for was a walking-talking porn star. Whoa mama.

"I think I've gotten the message, he he he," said Susan. She took the dildo from Monique. After fixing it in its place, she said to her partner, "Let's start slow, and we'll find our way."

After Susan dabbled some hypoallergenic lube onto Monique cunt as well as on the dildo, she gathered herself and took a deep breath. She moved the rainbow dildo up and down Monique's slot, venturing an inch or so into her pussy. Monique's eyes were on the two brunettes on the big bright video screen, so into the strapon like she would be in thirty seconds. Ah, just like my own porno.

This was why she became a lesbian: women who can and do treat other women like they long to be treated. With respect and love.

A line from a poem that she had memorized came to her as they were making love. "You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves," a line from lesbian Mary Oliver's poem "Wild Geese." Her mentor in high school, Ms. Rebecca Scott, with whom she had a three-month affair, loved Mary Oliver and passed that love to her. "It is working, the soft animal in me," she thought.

Susan gave her a massage on her back, whispering "I love you" and "Your body is a treasure" and "You are the sexiest bae I've ever met." Monique had an inkling that Susan was hitting on her. Duh. "What about Elle?" she thought. Her response: she didn't care. Let the chips fall where they will. She was swimming in the warm lesbian sea with eleven other horn bitches. But she would tell Elle of her experience, for Elle was realistic and expected her to fuck other baes.

*****

Elle stayed in the living room with Linda, whom she had known for five years. Monique wondered where they were because she was supposed to come into the Master bedroom. Monique began to hear her through the walls. She found out later that Elle wanted her to enjoy the uber-babe Susan without distraction. Awww.

"Come on, give it to me," said Elle.

"Take it honey," said Linda. "Take it and like it. Just like last time."

"They must be doing a strapon somehow," Monique thought. Monique did not here anything for a while. Then, she heard Elle coming,

"Fuck me, Oohhhh, Uunnhhhh, I'm cumming," Elle cried. "OMG Linda, you're a beast. Uunnhhhh, whoa mama keep givin' it to me..." It sounded like Elle definitely had a great cum.

"This is a great party. Ten women, all guaranteed to cum, or your money back," she sighed to herself.

***

Meanwhile, Susan was bangin' away at Monique. She had flipped a couple times and just loved Susan's lovemaking skills. They were really in synch.

"Aw yeah, that's what I'm talking about," said Susan, as Monique sat on the dick. Susan played with Monique's perfect breasts from behind, as she sat on the edge of the bed. Monique was loving it.

"Oh, fuck yes," Monique said. "Aahhhh, I love my titties massaged. Keep doing that." Monique was bobbing up and down the strapon, never taking a break because she didn't have to. Monique looked up at the video screen, and the baby was duplicating her position, sitting on the big dildo and really into it. Her eyes were closed, and Monique was out of her mind and fucking the big rainbow, going all the way up and down so easily. She felt an itch deep inside, and said,

"Oh my god, it's so good. Oohhhh, fuck yes, keep fucking me deep cause I'm gonna cum so hard."

Susan was a perfect lover, concentrating on keeping Monique steady as she fucked her. Her hands held both sides of her back, about half way up. Kind of like she had done it before.

Monique was in the "countdown to liftoff" stage. She kept her eyes on the video; it was as of Susan hand anticipated this moment. "Aahhhh, I'm cumming girlfriend. I'm really cumming, Oohhhh," Monique cried.

Her toes were curling; her calves were flexing. She was having her biggest climax ever, at the hands of the sexy AD. Susan was mellow, low-key, but that's how she got Monique so wound up. No wasted movements, no extremes. Just so.

"Come on you fucking dyke, go get it, get that thang," said Susan. "I want you to cum for me darling. Cum for me, baby." Susan was keeping the steady beat of penetration while the girl on the video was having and orgasm.

"What are you doing, Aahhhh, tomorrow morning?" asked Monique. "Aahhhh, Aahhhh, cuz I would love to wake up to your tongue dear."

"That can be arranged," said Susan. "I'll have a talk with Elle. Get it girlfriend, get IT." All this time Monique was still rising and falling on the girl's dick buried in her.

"Uunnhhhh, shit, uunnhhhh. Oh, wowsie I'm cumming," said Monique.

Monique orgasmed, holding her breath, watching the video, grabbing Susan.

And she fell backward on Susan who caught her and laughed quietly to herself. Without missing a beat, the two women scooched back to the middle of the bed. Susan stroked her softly while Monique went to sleep with the strapon still in her cunt.

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