After graduation and summer vacation I headed off to college. At this point I had no idea I would someday become a nurse so I decided I’d take an exploratory year to see where my interest as well as talents lay.

My new roommate’s name was Gloria. She was a somewhat nondescript girl of average height and weight and although I wish I could tell you we were instant friends, that was not the case. Gloria had her own circle of friends whom she had graduated high school with and had gone off to college with in group fashion. I often wondered if they had chartered a bus for the drive from home to the university. She never failed to tell me how she had drawn the short straw and had not been partnered up with one of her cronies. As if I really cared.

Within a few weeks I began to develop my own circle of friends, none of which were males I might add. I had a bad feeling that my sexual persuasions or perversions were drying up faster than the mojave in draught. That’s when I met Angela Gordon.

I was sitting in the library one afternoon idly thumbing the pages of a book on American history when Angela walked in to both the library and my life.

The only word that comes to mind to describe her was “stunning”. She was statues at somewhere around five eight or nine with an hourglass figure. Her amber green eyes sparked, her jet-black hair shinned and her soft pink lips seemed wet. And her breast were, oh well, you get the idea. I was not into girls at all, but I was mesmerized by her enchanting beauty. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.

Angela surprised me when she walked over to where I was sitting, pulled a chair up and sat down. She held out her hand and said, “Hi, I’m Angela Gordon”. I shook her hand and said, “I’m Sarah…” and she finished my sentence for me with, “Garner. I know. You share a room with Gloria. I went to high school with her.”

I guess I failed at concealing my feelings because Angela said with a smile, “You’re right. She’s a snobbish jerk. I was coming to this college anyway so I figured knowing a few people in advance would be a plus. That was fucked up thinking”.

I couldn’t hold back a little giggle. “Well, she’s not the friendliest girl I’ve ever met, but she is clean and she doesn’t snore, well at least not real loud”. Now we both laughed.

“Listen, if you’re done with that book let’s go get a cup at the campus shithouse”.

I frowned. “Where?”

“The campus coffee house.”

I closed my book.

Angela and I became fast friends. She was bright and beautiful and so full of energy. She got me into jogging in the mornings and dance in the afternoon. Soon I was losing my summer vacation bulge and toning up really fine. We were spending a lot of time together.

One evening we were sitting around the “campus shithouse” when Angela said, “I don’t see you around any of the guys here. Do you have a boyfriend back home who’s waiting with baited breath for you return?” She grinned, but there was something behind that grin that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“You know,” I said, “I’ve never had a boyfriend. There was this guy in high school I spent a lot of time with named John Fuller, but we were just friends.” I paused while remembering the things John and I had done then I added, “with the same interests.”

“Oh,” Angela said and raised her eyebrows! “What kind of interests?”

I was sorely tempted to tell her, but I didn’t want to ruin our relationship with tales of my sorted passed. Instead I just said, “You know, school work and crap like that.” She nodded.

One night after having coffee Angela and I were walking back toward the dorm when she reached down and took my hand. We stopped and she looked at me. I was frozen in place.

“I’ve got an idea I’ve been wanting to run by you for a while,” she said. “Now if you don’t want to I will understand so don’t feel pressured, ok?”

I merely nodded. I didn’t know what her idea could be, but with her holding my hand I was really hoping it wasn’t what I was thinking.

“I’ve been thinking that since you and Gloria are a really bad match for roomies and I’m stuck with her fat ass friend, Rachel, why don’t we let those two have each other and we can share a room?” Again she paused then added, “What do you think?”

My first thought was thank God it wasn’t what I was thinking she was going to say and secondly, “That’s a great idea. What do we need to do to get it to happen?”

“It’s easy. We just go to our “Den Mother” and tell her we’re moving in together. Angela had a way of giving everyone a nickname. I’m sure Gloria and Rachel will jump at the prospect of re-living high school for the next four years.”

And so it was done. Our dorm mother gave us the okay and
within a few days Rachel had moved in with Gloria and I moved in with Angela. It was going to be great I thought. I underestimated just how great it was going to be.

Angela and I pretty much quit going to the campus coffee shop. We bought a coffee maker and just stayed in most nights studying and gossiping. After about a week Angela brought up the subject of boyfriends again. This time she dropped the bombshell.

We were quietly studying when Angela closed her book and sat up on her bed. “I need to tell you something,” she said. She sounded so ominous.

I closed my book and also sat up. “What is it?”

She drew in a deep breath. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this since that first day I met you in the library, but I was afraid of what you’d think.”

“And?”

“And well, you know how you and that friend of yours in high school were just friends and not boyfriend and girlfriend?”

My mind did a quick flashback to John jacking off for me. “Yes, I remember.”

“I’m really hoping you and I can have the same relationship. I really want to stay friends with you. I like you and I’m afraid when I tell you my secret you’ll go running and screaming back to Gloria.”

“Angela, I like you, too. And there’s no way I’m going anywhere near Gloria. You are my best friend so just tell me already!”

Angela took a deep breath then said, “I’m a lesbian”.

To say I wasn’t totally mowed down would be a lie. I didn’t say anything for at least a minute. Finally I said, “I’m not.”

“I know that. I’ve known that from the very beginning. I’m not trying to hook up with you. I just want to be your friend like the guy in high school. Can we be like that?”

Poor Angela. For the first time since we met I thought she was going to cry.

“Angela,” I said. “We can’t be like that.”

She kind of gave a little choke sob and nodded. “I understand.”

I shook my head. “No you don’t understand. We can’t be like that because we already are. You are my best friend and I don’t care what you are or what you do. We are buds.”

By now tears were running down Angela’s beautiful face. I went to her and we hugged. And for the first time in my life I felt a feeling that I’d only felt with my brother, John Fuller and of course that boy, so long ago, in Cape Cod.

Life for Angela and me went on as it had. We studied, gossiped and laughed just like always. But I felt bad that Angela had revealed something about herself that was so personal and yet I still held something deep inside. But it wasn’t as deep inside as it had been. It was fighting its way to the surface each day. Finally one evening it broke free.

We were sitting in our room having coffee when I said without warning, “I like to watch boys masturbate!” I think it shocked me more than it shocked Angela.

She put her cup down. “I thought maybe you were into girls and just not interested in me. Cool.”

The room felt very hot. “That’s it? Just cool. Isn’t there something you want to know? A question maybe?”

Angela shrugged. “Well, yeah. But I figure you’ll tell me when you’re ready.”

Suddenly the flood gates opened. I poured out my life’s obsession with boys jacking off. I told her about how it started in Cape Code and how I did it with my brother and about Fuller-the-puller. I told her how frustrated I had been since coming to the campus and how much I missed my brother and John.

Angela laughed. “You’re preaching to the choir Honey. It’s been so long since I strapped a chick on I think I might be going straight.” We both started to laugh and maybe because of the tension or just because I had come clean we laughed until we nearly lost control.

It was about a month later that Angela approached me with a proposition. Again, like always, we were in our room.

“Do you know what an estim is?” She asked.

I had to admit I didn’t.

“It an electronic device they use in medical procedures. Something about muscle toning and shit. It sends an electrical impulse through unbroken skin to stimulate the muscles.”

“Is that something you’re studying?”

“No, I’m not, but you may be.”

I gave her my best puzzled look.

“Guys hook it up their dicks and it jacks them off hands free.”

I sat up straight. “No shit? That I’d like to see.”

Angela nodded. “I thought maybe you would. I know a guy who does that. You can watch him if you want. But he has some stipulations for an audience.”

The very thought of seeing a guy masturbate without touching his dick had me leaking already. “What stipulations?”

Angela looked me directly in the eyes. “I’m not making this up. It’s what he said, I swear. He wants to watch a girl eat your pussy while you watch him. He says he knows a girl into that and all you’ll need to do is show up.”

Man I wanted to see this, but I wasn’t about to go to a stranger’s house alone. I was absentmindedly shaking my head.

“That’s cool,” Angela said. “I’ll tell him never mind.” It seemed she closed the subject.

The next day I approached Angela. I wanted to see this guy with his estim so badly that my pussy was soaking my panties. “Would you go with me?” I asked. “Would you be the other girl?”

It was about a week later, on a Friday night, that we showed up at the estim guy’s off campus house. I was shaking like a leaf when we walked up the sidewalk and knocked on the door.
As the door opened the porch light suddenly went off. A muffled man’s voice said, “Hey Angela. Come on in.”

We stepped through the opening and were greeted by a man dressed completely in leathers and wearing a full-face motorcycle helmet with a very dark visor. He was also wearing a pair of black shorts which I suspected was covering his personal package. I was shaking with both fear and anticipation.

The man, whom I will call Leathers, led us to a back room where he had a chair with raised foot rests facing a bed. There was just enough room for someone to sit in the chair while someone else knelt on the floor. And then of course there was the bed. I could see it in my minds eye, him sitting in the chair, me laying on the bed and Angela between us on the floor. My heart was trying to jump out of my chest.

Leathers walked out of the room for a minute then returned with a tall plastic tube shaped device with a hose coming out of the side. I recognized it right away as a bong. Without asking, he struck a match and lite whatever it was inside. It fired up instantly. He sneaked the hose under the helmet drawing in on it and holding the smoke in his lungs while passing the bong to Angela. She did the same then passed it to me.

I was never a doper although I had tried it a few times at parties and once with my brother during one of our jerk-off sessions. But this was beyond anything I had ever done. By the second hit I was lost in my own fantasy of what was soon to happen.

Leathers slid the shorts off revealing a very large cock and equally large pair of balls. His cock and balls protruded through the opening in the leather pants with only enough room for them and nothing else. The tightness of the pants forced his cock and balls upward the way an uplift bra holds up a set of tits. He began hooking up his estim.

Meanwhile, Angela was helping me out of my clothes. I was glad because I would not have been able to do it myself in the drugged state I was in. She had also removed all of hers. Her hands on my flesh made my poor little pussy cry its own wetness. I knew something unreal was about to happen.

Leathers had his cock all strapped in place with his electrodes wrapped around his balls, the base of his rapidly growing cock and the head itself. There was already a clear precum oozing out of the peehole and running down the length of his shaft to the electrodes at the base.

Leathers reached over and turned the little switch on the black box connected to the electrodes and settled back in his chair. Angela and I watched with fascination as the enormous prick began to grow larger with each passing second. I was hornier than I had ever been in my entire life.

Although I was not a lesbian or even slightly into girls, at this point I probably would have attacked Angela if she had decided not to perform on me. I didn’t have to worry because while I was watching that beautiful cock grow, Angela took my right breast in her hand and very tenderly nibbled on my nipple. I felt that nipple as well as the other become hard.

I watched Leathers turn a dial on the black box which made his cock straighten up and expell more precum. He was watching intently while Angela slowly moved down my body heading for the glory spot. When she got as far as the hairline she paused momentarily while her thumbs opened me up. I felt a rush of cool air hit my clit and I thought I would cum right then and there.

I guess since this was my first time, Angela decided to go for broke. She slid further down until her mouth was right in line with my clit then stuck her tongue out and very gently tapped it against my aching nub. She gave it a couple of licks then took it into her mouth with a soft rhythmic sucking. I came right then.

I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed Angela by the back of her head and pulled her face to me while I pushed my wet pussy into her mouth. She knew how to work me. She took my clit and inner lips into her mouth and somehow held them with her teeth while her tongue lashed across my clit with the fury of a storm. I screamed out and bucked into her face over and over until I was finally spent and relaxed back against the bed. But Angela wasn’t finished yet. She gently licked up and down the length of my exposed cunt and I felt the inner stirrings begin again.

Meanwhile Leathers was turning knobs and arching his body upward in time to the electronic pulsings he was getting from his magic machine. And then, as I was beginning the climb back up the mountain Leathers did something I had never seen before. He took a very thin glass rod and slowly inserted it into the hole in his cock and just as slowly worked it down inside. It must have felt really good because his now enormous prick seemed to grow even more as it straightened. Precum was pouring out from around the glass rod.

Angela had me there again. I was going to cum once more and I hoped Leathers was going to cum with me. I didn’t have to hope too long because as I watched his cock the glass rod began to come out of his pee hole pushed by the force of his cum. We both groaned out, “Now,” at the same time. My pussy spasming at the same time his beautiful cock grew to an enormous size and a huge stream of white hot cum shot out hitting Angela in the back of her head. She turned to see what was happening and managed to dodge the the stream which missed her head and hit me directly in my tits with a splash. I grabbed her head and pulled it back to my spasming pussy. She went back to her work with a relish.

When Leathers had finally fired all he had, which was at the least, five or six huge shots we all fell back spent and relax. But Angela had not gotten hers.

I sat up on the bed and leaned forward. I looked into Angela’s eyes. “That was unreal,” I said. “I’m not ready to do that and I don’t know if I ever will be, but I will jill you off with my hands if you want?”

Angela smiled. “That would be wonderful,” she said and traded places with me, she on the bed and me kneeling on the floor.

Angela was ready. Her pussy was soaked. I wanted to make it as good for her as I could so I leaned up and forward and kissed her on the lips. She let out a sigh. As she had done to me, I moved down to her breasts and took one nipple in my mouth. She moaned. Again, as she had done to me, I worked my way downward and stopping at her hairline I opened her pussy with my thumbs.

I don’t know if it was the pot or the fact that Leathers was watching, but when I got to Angela’s pussy I couldn’t help myself. I let my tongue trace over her clit in slow soft licks. She cried out and kicked her legs open. I went for broke doing what she had done to me. I took her clit and inner lips into my mouth and began to lick.

Angela cried out, “Suck it. Suck my clit!”

I did as she told me and she came right then into my waiting mouth. I kept on sucking her throbbing cunt while she kicked and grabbed my hair to hold me tight against her.

When she finally stopped coming my face was completely wet with her juices. She pulled me to her and kissed me softly. “Thank you” she said. To my own surprise I pulled her to me and kissed her with my mouth open. Our tongues found each other and we held our embrace for a while.

Now Angela and I were more than friends. We were lovers, too. But I was still technically a virgin and I wanted to try it all, both girls and boys. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock like Leather’s in my pussy. I wanted to feel it ejaculate deep inside me. And I knew Angela would help me accomplish this. I knew she would help me get fucked…

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