Four Girls Ch. 01

Trisha looked into the mirror. She smiled and noticed how her front teeth were slightly angled inwards. It did not impair her dentifrice or her eating. In some men's eyes it might even be considered a mark of sensuality. But to Trisha it was an imperfection. She wished that her family could have afforded the expensive orthodontic surgery; but, there were siblings and other needs. In a pragmatic sense she was totally functional. Trisha studied her face. She was blessed with a flawless, blemish-free complexion, brunette hair, and almond-colored eyes.

Trisha was not a tall girl; she was five feet four inches tall. Despite having a B-sized bra cup, she had firm, hard breasts with dark, dusky areolas. While she had lost her virginity in her freshman year at college, she now enjoyed no male companionship. She had learned in her brief tryst that she was multi-orgasmic. This was a true delight to her boyfriend at the time. Now her studies in pre-med were eclipsing her dating. Even though so, she felt a rising passion in her loins. She would often awake in the middle of the night to find her tiny clitoris hard and ruddy and her vulva engorged, tumescent, and moist with the perspiration of arousal.

Looking from the mirror, Trisha saw the students moving along the sidewalk to morning classes. She realized the hour and quickly put on a jogging suit. This was one of the ubiquitous outfits that coeds wore in a rush. The other mufti of the day was blue jeans, sweat shirt, and tennis shoes. The jogging suit was nice in that there was no need for bra, panties, or socks. Low-cut blue jeans would have exposed her lack of underwear. She tosses her hair about, aerating it, and grabbed her backpack for a day of classes. Trisha was also excited about lunch. Today she would join three of her close friends. They had been talking recently about undertaking some adventure into intense sensuality. It may just have been girl talk; however, in a drab, mundane, quotidian existence, it did offer diversion.

The four girls who met often at lunch were as different from one another as the four winds of heaven or the four corners of the earth. Trisha was a dark brunette with light brown eyes, a pale complexion, and an insatiable libido, which she carefully concealed from the other girls. Susan was part Chinese and part Caucasian. She had chosen the neutral name Susan rather than some phonetic equivalent of her real Chinese name. She had the traditional Chinese features, with very small, soft breasts. Her black pubic hair kept the oriental feature of being silky smooth. This could be contrasted with the coarse, wiry, kinky-thick Caucasian pubic hair. The other two girls were Sam and Jessica. Both had perfectly proportioned mammary. Sam and Jessica each sported a D-cup. Sam was blonde and Jessica was a fiery red-head.

Jessica would always manage to navigate the conversation to something sexy, sensual, and sensuous. Today was no exception. "I am so tired of the same old stuff," Jessica explained. "Day after day I shove that vibrator into my pussy to come and still I feel horny." Trisha coughed, nearly spitting out her vegetables. Susan opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Sam was able to muster a reply.

"We all feel that way, Jessie," Sam responded. "You know that I am majoring in computer science and physics. That takes so much time. And dating is such a chore when there is that nightmare of 'E & M' (Electronics and Magnetism) to do. I would like to have sex every day as well, but frankly I can't afford it."

"I don't have the academic burden that Sam has," Susan interjected. "But I have the swimming team to consider. That takes precedence over most extracurricular activities. After all, sports are important." The other three nodded their concurrence, albeit they weren't terribly happy with the situation.

"What are you majoring in, Susan?" Trisha asked. "I know that you have told me several times before, but I keep forgetting. Is it psychology?"

"Yes," Susan answered. "And this semester we are delving into human sexuality. Our latest classes dealt with the human orgasm. It turns out to be a very complicated synergistic fusion of chemical, mental, and nervous reactions. Even paraplegic or quadriplegic individuals have been known to climax. Not only that (imagine!) the orgasm face indicates changes in brain activity during orgasm. There is so much fresh research on the subject." As she spoke, Trisha felt dampness in her groin. This conversation was arousing her, but she would never admit it to the group.

"Trisha!" Susan interjected. "You look flushed. Are you aroused sexually right now?" Trisha's pale skin turned to ruddy ochre with embarrassment. She nodded her assent. The other girls giggled. "Look, girls," Susan continued. "Let's take an adventure into sexuality. Trisha has worked in the infirmary and she's taken all those pre-med courses. I know psychology. Sam knows about electronics and computers. And Jessie. What can you contribute?"

"Me?" Jessica retorted? "I have a tongue that won't stop and a cavernous cunt that you girls can play with until the cows come home. Forget the academics! Mom and dad are in Europe and we have their place to party in. What say we throw all our inhibitions aside to explore the depths of stimulation?"

"I say that we do more than the usual porn," Sam elaborated. "We should make devices to stimulate the brain and chemicals to enflame and excite the libido. We should take sex to the ultimate, final frontier and experience the most massive, earth-shattering orgasms possible. Let's use our collective knowledge and bravely cum where no woman has cum before!" The girls all giggled together. Some of the students at nearby tables and booths were taking notice. "We need to go now," Sam stated. "Let's each write a short paragraph on this and put our minds together tomorrow." The other three agreed and they all departed.

May 24, 2008