Rachel & Janie's Massage, Part 5

by PenelopePinn

In the dorm, Rach and Janie stumble into their room. Rach turns on the small desk lamp. They sit across from each other, in the shadows, on their respective beds. Each looks exhausted but excited at the same time. They lean their backs on the wall behind their beds and face each other warily. Rach is worried that Janie will hate her in the morning after she has escaped the magic and remembers all that happened. Janie doesn't hate Rach. She just wants to understand all these sensations; she wants to know more about the emotions that rushed through her, topsy-turvy, with each new pleasure every time a woman's hand not her own touched her. She is feeling naughty but nice, very nice, indeed.

"Rach?"

"Yes,"

"What secret didn't you want Jasmine to tell?"

"Secret?"

"Ah huh."

Rach sighs, knowing she can't hold anything back from her new best friend, her new lover.

"I told Jasmine not to tell you I'm a virgin, too. I went to Georgie's in the afternoon last week to see if I could get up my nerve to go there at night. I heard it was a hot lesbian bar. I was curious."

"Did Jasmine give you a massage when you met her?"

"She did, but there was no sex--at all. She was very...almost maternal, she made me feel refreshed and unafraid of being touched by a woman. It was my first massage by anyone!"

"Was Miss M there?" "No, she left shortly after Jasmine introduced us in the bar. It was still intimidating, sitting between two beautiful super hot women. They knew it, too. Winking, they would reach past me and caress each other: Very subtle, light touches, but very sexy too. It was like they were gaging my reaction. Besides the great massage I wanted you to have, the other reason I invited you: I didn't want to be outnumbered."

"Didn't help much did it?" Janie smirks. She stretches out, her legs are sprayed apart. Her skirt is ruffled at her knees. She is idly playing with the hem. "So we are both virgins.--Hey, how about boys, did you do it?"

Even in the dim light, Janie can she that Rach, her mentor, is blushing. Her face retreats a bit into the shadows, she says, "No not even boys. God knows they tried and I tried, but something would always distract me and then nothing would happen. Sometimes, I thought it was just bad luck. Here we were under the sheets, naked bodies wrapped around each other, his cock was even wet against my stomach, but a doorbell rings, my sister calls up to me about a package and the mood is killed. The interruptions happened so ofter, I thought I was jinxed!"

"So you wanted a guy?"

"Maybe, but I was scared, too. Sometimes I think I unconsciously set up situations that would guarantee an interruption or some other excuse."

"Do you still want one?"

"Do you?"

Janie hesitates, "Maybe someday. Right now, I only want you..."

Rach sighs, her blushing deepens. Finally she looks directly at Janie: "I only want you, too!"

Janie fiddles with the hem of her skirted, "I want you but I want to go back, too, even if I have to share you. Is that OK?"

"It's where we belong," Rach answers quickly, "where we will be accepted. I don't know what will happen, but I know deep inside, just like Jasmine said, nothing bad will happen. I wouldn't have brought you there, otherwise."

"Thanks for looking after me, bad girl! We were so sexy together with them; you think it was just Jasmine's influence?" Janie is worried that together they will be washed up compared to the brilliance that came before amid those lush, luminous bodies.

Rach is stroking her thigh, her fingers playing with the folds of her skirt. Her eyes are in the light now, intent, glittering. Suddenly she says, "Let's play 'show and tell,' really its 'show and do'--just do what I do!"

"OK!" Janie grins and fans her skirt a little, giving Rach a glimpse of milk white thighs, waiting in the shadows of her skirt.

Rach unbuttons her blouse and smiles at Janie. Janie unbuttons her blouse and smiles back, eyes locked.

Rach reaches inside her blouse and traces her fingers over the rise of her left breast and strokes her nipple. It is already extended, aching to be free.

"No fair!" Janie says, "You don't have a bra on, slut!"

Rach laughs and says, "My sweet teenage virgin has a handicap, she can't find her nipple."

"I can fix that" and Janie leans forward, unfastens her bra and slips out of it pulling it through her sleeve. "Strapless, huh?"

"If you must know, I was going to leave it on during the massage, since...you know...I didn't know what to expect."

'Neither did I especially when I saw the naked Miss M on the table."

"God, talk about a movie star!" Janie says, "And when she rolled over with that pussy just so...so there."

"You won't take pussy's for granted after that, huh?"

Janie pauses, "I like yours, too."

"You didn't even see it, did you?"

"Not too much--then--but, I did touch it. That was nice."

"You were so dominant, Janie. It was like something witchy came over you. Remember how you whispered, you were the only one that would touch my pussy. Wow, I thought that was so hot."

"I know, you got wetter."

"I'm wet now, just remembering."

"Me, too."

"What are we going to do about it?" Rach scoots up and slips her skirt off: red pubic hair highlighted against wet panties.

"Hey, how come you have panties on?"

I slipped on a spare in the car when Jasmine was talking to you.

"So prim and proper," Janie says. "Why do you carry an extra one?"

"So I won't embarrass myself."

"How?"

"Well, sometimes I'll be daydreaming and 'jeez, wet again!'. I'd use a pad, but I'm always forgetting to wearing one."

"Daydreaming about what?"

"You."

"Oh."

"You are my wet dream, as the boys say."

"That's why you were trying to get me to try on your fancy bras.?"

"Yeah, pretty lame, huh?"

"From now on I am your favorite mannequin," Janie says and slips off her blouse, pausing at each breast, flipping the cloth with a little tease.

"Very nice, but I happen to know you do not have any panties on--show me the pussy!" Rach laughs.

Janie reaches into her nearby dresser and gets a pair of ordinary cotton panties. She shimmies into them under her skirt. Rach frowns.

Very slowly, button-by-button, she undoes the skirt. At each button, she licks her finger and slides it into the next dark gap in the fabric, staring all the while into Rach's eyes.

You are so sexy, maybe I will call you Miss J in honor of you-know-who. I want to be the tongue that follows your horny finger, Janie."

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing."

The skirt is open now, splayed along her white legs, at the center of which is the white panty, a damp spot already in the middle.

"So," says Rach, as she fingers the seem of her panties, first one side and then the other. Dipping a finger in the middle where it is very, very wet, she says, ''see what I mean? Imagine me thinking of you and your wet white panty while sitting in Bio 210. The only biology I would be thinking of is my own uncontrollable body."

"Before this white panty, what else did you dream about?"

"Remember when we showered together with that girl from Singapore?"

"Yes! The one with all the hair--it was a forest down there. I tried not to look, but..."

"Well, while you were posturing around trying to be indifferent. I got to watch your slippery ass, especially when you crossed your legs, puffing it up to make it so inviting."

"It was a reflex, I was hiding myself just like I imagined she must have wanted to."

"I'm sure she would have appreciated the gesture, but Lena in 301 said she saw another girl on her knees buried to her ears in that pussy. There was too much hair to see who it was as Lena slipped away unnoticed from the shower."

"Was it a redhead?" Janie teases, and slips both fingers under the edges of her cotton panties, "these might be a little big for you, Miss Skimpy Panty, but they are so comfortable, if you didn't sleep in the nude, you might like them."

"How do you know I sleep in the nude?" Rach asks.

"OK, here is my true confession, don't make fun of me, please: After you go to sleep, sometimes I turn that light on like I have to study some more. The light is dim but it makes you restless, so you move around without waking up. I tug on the sheet here and there to look at you, naked, revealed to me like a ripe peach. Your smooth skin goes on for miles and I just stare, wondering about what I'm doing, nervous you might wake up. But I can't stop staring. You are so beautiful, Rach, asleep, innocent, your cute red-haired puss snuggled between your legs, peaking out."

"I touched you once, improperly." Rach says. "I couldn't help myself. Your sheet was twisted between your legs and you were rolled over on your stomach. Those white panties had slipped into the crack of your pale ass and your perky round butt was just there--wanting some attention. So I leaned over (my heart was beating like a drum) and pressed my trembling lips right on the center of your cheek, gently because I don't know what I would have done if you were to wake up. I really didn't want you to think your mentor was a perv."

"But now we know, we're both pervs!" giggles Janie, relieved to be free of her secrets. Her fingers glide along the edges of her panties. Then with one hand she pulls the cloth taunt stretching it down the center of her slit, saying, "So were my panties bunched up like this?"

A sigh escapes Rach, "Yes but only your bottom was showing. I don't think I would have had the nerve to kiss your pussy."

"If you should see this sleeping pussy, with or without my big white panties, you always have my permission to kiss it," smiles Janie, "but not this very minute."

"Not this very minute?" Rach says and takes her panties and bunches them up like Janies. "Not even when my pussy is so wet, I'll have to change the sheets?"

"You can sleep here. I'll put a towel under you. Thank god we wash our own sheets."

"Can I sleep there now?"

"Nooo!"

"Why not?

"I think I need to wear you out first or I'll never make it to the quiz first thing in the morning."

"How?" Rach says a big smile on her face as she watches Janie stroking her pussy, finger tips wet, her eyes never leaving Rach's.

"Well, don't just sit there gaping, you have to do what I do, too."

"Like this?" Rach says, her fingers slipping the panty aside and squeezing her outer folds. See my little puckered kiss for you, darling girl? This is how we do it down South, always kissing our friends."

"This is your hot tongue," replies Janie, as she inserts her middle finger to the knuckle. "See it moves in and out all the while your lips are buried between these wet walls. Too bad, I don't have as much hair is the girl from Singapore!"

She demonstrates with her other hand stroking and preening her labia, first the outer, then the inner lips. "One cheek of your cute little face rests here and the other here!"

"Are my cheeks wet?" Rach groans, she is getting close, all this damned anticipation is doing her in as she embellishes, "Will you lick them for me so that you can taste how sweet you are? Will you lift me up to your waiting lips so that you can taste your pussy on my face, on my lips, on my tongue?"

Both girls are moving their fingers so fast, they can hardly keep up with each others groans as they get nearer and nearer. There fingers are slick, there thighs are wet, there eyes glassy.

"No more!" Janie cries and Rach just hums.

"Hear that hum, slut?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"That is me vibrating my parted lips firmly on your clit, grazing it gently with a little tooth, just enough so that you know my tongue is next!"

"Stop talking! Come here!"

"Not until you come properly. I...ahhh...don't want a frisky...ahhh...virgin disturbing my beauty sleep."

"Ooooo!!"

Still panting, O, O, O, big smile flowing, a sleepy sweet peace offering, Janie says, "Get in bed, your waiting is over. I want to hold you now!"