Before The Fall Ch. 05

Linda lost concentration on their kissing, and just lay back to enjoy what Carol was doing to her. Her reservations about having sex with another girl weren't overcome, exactly, they just vanished behind the pure pleasure Carol was giving her. Then suddenly, Carol stopped touching her, just as she was beginning to build to a gentle climax.

Linda opened her eyes to see that Carol had gotten to her knees, and moved so that her head was positioned between Linda's knees. Linda clamped her thighs around Carol's head, and said, "Oh, no! You can't do that!" Linda was appalled that anyone would even WANT to do that!

Carol just pulled Linda knees apart with the strength of her arms, and leaned in to begin licking at Linda's cunt, not too softly, but as if Carol's tongue were a penis seeking entry. Soon enough, Linda had succumbed again, and just collapsed back on the blanket, enjoying the perverse thing Carol was doing to her, something she had never had done before, even in all the times she and Scott had been intimate. Carol persisted, eventually pushing her tongue deep into Linda's twat, sliding it rhythmically in and out, occasionally licking upward as she knew she would like to be licked, caressing Linda's little clitoris with her warm, liquid tongue.

Linda felt a tension building between her thighs, and she knew that a gigantic orgasm was on its way. She marveled at herself, willing now to allow this feeling, that she knew was sinful, perverted, and wrong, allowing it to grow in her, to swell up and fill her whole body, to radiate out and make her tense up and arch her back. Linda realized that she had been massaging her own breasts, pulling her nipples as she did when she guiltily masturbated, and the growing orgasm took hold of her breasts, too, and Linda clamped down hard on her nipples, and came, gushing vaginal fluid out onto Carol's busy tongue.

Jeannie listened in disbelief to Carol's recounting of her lesbian encounter with her roommate. Carol went on to say that Linda, reluctantly at first, then with growing enthusiasm, had reciprocated, covering Carol's tired and bruised body with lotion and eventually probing her cunt to a satisfying orgasm. The two girls had experimented with lacing their legs together like two bobby pins to bring their genitals into contact and had reached even more powerful orgasms by mutually masturbating each other that way.

Eventually, the girls had climbed together into Carol's bed, and drifted off in one another's arms, all cares forgotten for a few hours.

"My God, Carol! Linda? I can't believe she would ever do anything like that!" Jeannie said. Carol picked up that Jeannie could easily imagine that Carol could do this, but not their straight-laced Christian friend.

"Well, she did. And we continued doing more or less the same thing for several days, until Linda went home early for Christmas Break. I had urged to talk to her parents about what had happened with Scott ... not tell them EVERYTHING, of course, but to see if her parents could help her reconcile her separation from Scott.

"And that brings us to today?" Jeannie guessed.

"Not quite," Carol said, quietly.

The day Carol saw her roommate off on her trip home, when she returned to her room in the sorority, she found Scott waiting on one of the sofas in the big living room. "Scott! What are you doing here?" Carol asked.

"I've got to see Linda," Scott said. "We've made a big mistake! I need to tell her how sorry I am, and try to get back together with her!"

"Your timing is terrible, Scott! Linda just left for home! She's been miserable, and you haven't even called her!"

"She didn't call me either!" Scott said. "I can't believe I've screwed things up so badly!"

"You know, Scott, that Linda never slept with Denny Otter, don't you?" Carol asked.

"Yeah, I guess I knew that right away when she told me. But it made me so mad, just the same. I wasn't sure. I called some of my friends in her class, and they said 'no way!' Linda had been with Denny. I feel like a fool!"

The evil shadow inside Carol made her see an opportunity here for another sinful and perverted adventure. "Scott, I'm going back to our room. Why don't you wait here for a few minutes, and when you see an opportunity, slip down the hall and meet me there. We'll have more privacy and we can talk this out!"

She didn't know if Scott was so blind as to not see what she had in mind or if he just saw an opportunity himself, but after about fifteen minutes, Scott knocked quietly on her door. In only a few minutes more, the two of them were naked on Linda's bed, and Scott had his fingers in Carol's cunt, his other hand squeezing her left breast. Carol was stroking Scott's penis, appreciating what Linda had been enjoying for years.

They didn't pretend that they were in love, or that what they were doing was somehow an accident or innocent. As he knelt between her legs and guided his erect cock into Carol's aching pussy, he said, with an evil grin on his face, "Oh Christ, Carol, I've wanted to do this for so long! I love Linda and I always will, but ever since I first saw you, I've wanted to fuck you hard and long. You're beautiful, and I love your smooth pussy!" With that, he plunged his cock into her.

It didn't penetrate to his full length at first, and he delighted in pulling out a little, then pushing again until he was solidly buried in Carol's cunt. "Fuck me, you two-timing son-of-a-bitch!" Carol whispered in his ear, as she writhed the length of her body against Scott's, sensing every inch. Carol relished the idea that she had outdone herself, doing something even more outrageous and self-destructive than she had before. She surrendered herself entirely to her delight in being impaled on her roommate's boyfriend's cock as he tensed up and spewed spurt after spurt into her vagina. She climaxed, also. Her diaphragm, of course, sat in the drawer next to her own bed.

For the next week, until she had set out for home with Jeannie, Carol and Scoot had met every day and enjoyed unrestrained sex ... usually at his apartment, instead of in her dorm. She had sucked him, and she taught him to suck her and to like it. They were like newly-weds on their honeymoon ... they couldn't get enough of each other.

Carol was driving now, and it was Jeannie who was sitting looking out at the bleak landscape as they sped along, her head in her hand. "Carol, you know you've got a problem, don't you!"

Carol looked away from her driving to say, "I know. But I'm not sure I want to fix it."

... to be continued in Before the Fall, Part 6