No More Perfect Kisses

She had a bag in each hand as she burst through the doorway, startling me even though I thought I was prepared. My first impression was that an energetic force of nature had just forced its way into the room. I was stunned by what I saw standing in the doorway. She was tall, probably 5'10", towering over my 5'2" height, with long sandy blonde hair pulled back in a low ponytail. Her blue-gray eyes locked on me, and a huge smile broke across her face, lighting up the room like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. She wore a tight pullover top with a princess neckline, Bermuda shorts, and sandals. In short, she was an angel.

She dropped her bags and, in a sultry voice that made my whole body vibrate, said, "Hello, roomy!"

My heart was in my throat, and I couldn't breathe as I beheld the vision of beauty before me. The only thought going through my mind was, "I'm so going to Hell," as I struggled to say something.

I must have been a sight, sitting there with my mouth hanging open because, with a melodic laugh, she stepped up to me, reached out, and lifted my chin up to close my mouth. When she touched me, a shock went through my body, and I nearly moaned as my body reacted to that touch.

"H ... he ... hello," I finally managed to get out as I swooned. "I ... I'm Virginia," I continued as I fought to get myself under control.

Another broad smile creased her face as she tossed her head, making her ponytail swing back and forth. She said, "Well, she can talk! Hello, Virginia, I'm Sam, Sam White."

Sam held her hand out, and I took it in mine. Again, another shock traveled up my arm, making my whole body vibrate. In a daze, I said, "Virginia Hanratty ... pleased to meet you, Sam." I managed to smile up at her as our hand-holding stretched out to the point of becoming awkward.

We both pulled our hands back and chuckled nervously at the awkwardness.

But only for a moment. In a burst of energy, Sam turned to get her bags. She hefted them and went to stow them under her work area as I got up from my chair and tentatively asked, "Need any help?"

Sam turned, looked me up and down, smiled, and said, "Yes, I have more stuff out in my car."

I returned her smile and followed her out the door. I nearly had to run to keep up with her long strides as we went out to the parking lot. Sam led me to her car, a nice 1970 Dodge Dart Swinger 340 painted yellow with bumblebee stripes and a black interior. "Nice ride," I said as Sam opened the trunk.

"Thanks, my parents bought it for me when they sent me off to school," Sam said. "What do you drive?"

"I have a 1972 Ford Mustang Mach 1 convertible with the 351 Cleveland four-barrel engine," I replied as I followed her. I remembered how disappointed I had been that the Boss 429 had been discontinued for the '72 model.

"Nice," Sam commented as we got to the open trunk. She handed me a bag before grabbing a fully stuffed wardrobe bag and slinging it over her shoulder. "Can you grab that last bag?" Sam asked.

"Sure," I replied, reaching in and getting the small bag in the trunk.

"Thanks," Sam said, giving me another of her high-wattage smiles as she closed the trunk. We trudged back into the dormitory and up to our room, exchanging small talk about our cars. I was pleased we shared something in common: an appreciation of muscle cars. I started to feel that we would get along just fine. By now, I had my body and thoughts under control and could enjoy our exchange. Sam put the wardrobe bag in the closet. She then took the two bags I was holding and put them with the other bags in her work area.

Sam turned to me and said, "I haven't seen you in the dorms before. Are you a transfer?"

I took a minute to explain my situation. Sam quickly gave her condolences but immediately brightened, asking, "Want to go out and grab a beer? We can tell each other our stories and get to know each other."

"Won't Sister object?" I asked, unsure how strict the dorm rules for drinking were. I started drinking beer when the drinking age was lowered last year and really enjoyed it. There were a few local breweries, and I loved Ballentine XXX Ale. Dad had always loved drinking it the few times he drank beer. I could think about Dad and how we shared a taste for Ballentine when I drank it. I was saddened when they closed the brewery in Newark two years ago after selling out to Falstaff Brewing.

"No, Sister Joyce is pretty cool for a Sister," Sam said with a big smile.

I hadn't seen that side of the Sister. When I moved in, she first sat me down and reviewed the dorm rules. She seemed very strict at the time. She was probably trying to impress on me that I needed to behave while I was a resident of Hamilton Hall.

"Okay," I said, flashing Sam a big smile before I went to my desk and gathered up my purse. I cautioned myself, "Watch it, girl. This could be a big mistake."

We made our way back out to the parking lot and to her car. We got in, and Sam turned to me and asked, "Where to?"

I suggested a nice place, the Cosmopolitan Bar and Lounge, over at the Lakewood Country Club. Sam must have liked my suggestion because a broad smile crossed her face as she started the car and headed out. Sam told me she knew about the place, so I didn't need to give directions. It wasn't that far, so we got there in ten minutes. While Sam drove, I started telling her about my life in Point Pleasant. I loved how Sam actively listened to me, giving me visual cues that she heard what I was saying and was interested in hearing it.

When we arrived, we walked in and were immediately seated once we told them we were students at Georgian Court College. The Cosmopolitan was for Country Club members only. However, they made an exception for Georgian Court students because the President's wife was an active Georgian Court alumnus.

We spent a minute reviewing the choices because they had a large selection of draft and bottled beers. I already knew they had my favorite beer, Ballentine XXX Ale, since I'd been here before, so I ordered that when the waitress came to take our order. Sam asked for a Yuengling Dark Brewed Porter, saying that was her favorite beer, being a resident of Allentown, about thirty miles from the Yuengling Brewery in Pottsville, Pennsylvania.

Once our beers came, we tapped the necks together and took a drink. I couldn't help but watch as Sam tipped her head back, showing her long, lovely neck that made my insides melt. I noticed that Sam was eyeing me, too, and I felt that maybe Sam liked women as I did. We smiled at each other and spent the next two hours telling each other about ourselves. I wasn't usually this open about myself so quickly with someone I had just met. For some reason, I just felt so comfortable talking with Sam.

I discovered that Sam, short for Samantha, was a jock and played volleyball on the varsity team. She had been a star player in public high school and joined the team at Georgian Court when she enrolled here. She wasn't a scholarship player but made the team as a walk-on and was a starter. I told her I had never participated in sports but had been on the cheerleading squad in high school.

I asked her why she would go to school here when she could have gone anywhere else on a scholarship. Sam looked at me with a wicked grin, leaned in, and said, "My parents felt I was too wild and that if I went to school here, the Sisters might have a good influence on me."

I leaned in, smiled, and asked, "And did they?"

"Well, I'm still here," Sam replied, and with a wink, added, "So far."

My heart thrilled at the wink, and I took another swig of my second beer. It was getting close to dinner, so I asked, "Want to order something to eat?"

"Sure," Sam replied. "Then we'd better get back before Sister comes looking for us."

I must have looked worried because Sam laughed and said, "Just kidding. She won't come looking for us but will look for us when we return. We better switch to something non-alcoholic to drink for dinner."

"Sounds good," I said. We asked the waitress for a menu and ordered our dinner. I got the Chicken Alfredo, and Sam ordered Chicken Parmesan. We talked about what we wanted to do after graduation. Sam wanted to go into computer programming, and I told her about my plans to work in the pharmaceutical business. I really enjoyed dinner with Sam, and too soon, it was time to get back to the dorm.

Sure enough, Sister Joyce was sitting in her office by the main entrance and saw us coming in when we returned. The look she gave us said she knew we'd been gone for quite some time and had too much fun. We giggled as we shared a look while going up to our room.

When we returned to our room, Sam started working on putting her belongings away and organizing her workspace. Classes would start next Tuesday after Labor Day, so we only had until then to use our free time. Once classes began, I knew I'd spend a lot of time in the library studying, and Sam would soon be occupied with practicing and playing volleyball.

While Sam dashed around, putting her belongings away, we continued chatting, talking about anything to keep the conversation going. I enjoyed talking with Sam. She had a quick wit and was quick to laugh at herself when telling me about anything embarrassing she had done. I laughed along with her, feeling so free for the first time in my life with someone I felt comfortable being myself with.

I noticed that Sam hadn't mentioned anything about boyfriends or dating, so I asked her about it, adding that I wasn't dating anyone. Sam got a cautious look on her face at first, but once I said I wasn't seeing anybody, she relaxed and smiled. She said she wasn't dating anyone or had anyone in mind. When I heard that, I was thrilled at the thought that it might finally be possible to explore my feelings with a like-minded woman who was frankly beautiful.

Finally, it was dark outside, and the hallway became quiet as the other women settled in for the night. We grabbed our toiletries and went down to the bathroom to get ready for bed. As I performed my toilet, I thought about how I would get undressed and into bed without giving Sam a floorshow. I usually just slept in panties and a tee, having given up pajamas once I started high school.

I shouldn't have worried about it. As soon as we were back in our room and the door closed, Sam started stripping right in front of me. I quickly looked away before she caught me ogling her. I turned my back and removed my clothes, ensuring my sleeping tee was within reach. I removed my bra and pulled on my tee before I turned back.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Sam standing there in pretty much the same outfit. Her tee barely covered her ass, exposing her long, lithe legs, making my breath catch in my throat. I saw her looking me up and down, and a blush rose up my throat as my nipples tightened and ached. Sam grinned at me and gave me a wink before climbing up in her bed. I couldn't help but look at her ass flexing as she climbed the ladder, and I got a look at the white of her panties between her thighs.

Before I passed out, I quickly turned and climbed up into my bed, conscious that Sam could see my ass and panties. I quickly scrambled under the covers before turning to face Sam. We both reached out and turned off our lights at the same time. I felt compelled to say, "Goodnight, Sam."

Sam replied, "Goodnight, Virginia."

I settled in, trying to erase the image of Sam's ass out of my head. I kept returning to that flash of white between her thighs, lusting after what was hidden under it. My nipples ached from being so hard, and my pussy burned with desire as I struggled to fall asleep. My right hand slid under my tee and massaged my left breast as my left hand drifted down and cupped my mound. I could feel the heat through the fabric of my panties as I lightly palmed my mound, trying not to alter my breathing and give away what I was doing.

My hard nipple scored the palm of my hand before I took it between my thumb and forefinger and started pinching and pulling it. Despite my best efforts, my breathing started getting faster. My hips began rolling, trying to get more pressure from the heel of my palm against my clit as it aroused from its slumber. The image of Sam's ass went through my head as my middle finger worked the fabric of my panties between my lips, and my juices started wetting the material. I nearly moaned from the imagery as I furiously ground my pussy against my hand. I was focused on not making any noise, listening hard to ensure Sam wasn't disturbed by what I was doing. I hardly noticed that my orgasm was building up like a tsunami and ready to crash down on me.

Suddenly, my POV shifted, and it was Sam's hand pressed against my pussy and Sam's hand massaging my breast and pulling and pinching my nipple. That imagery sent me crashing into my orgasm, overcoming my desperate desire to be quiet. As my orgasm washed over me, I quickly pulled my hand out from under my tee and clamped it over my mouth to avoid making any sounds. I turned toward the wall, curling around my orgasm, my left hand trapped between my thighs as I silently shook from the tremors going through my body. I hoped the bed wasn't squeaking from my movements as I tried not to gasp out loud, nearly passing out from trying not to breathe hard. Finally, after what seemed like eons, I could relax, and I took my hand off my mouth and quietly gulped in a big breath of air.

I relaxed my thighs to pull my hand out and bring it up to my nose. It reeked with my aroma, and I loved how it smelled, wondering if Sam would smell any differently than I did. I'd never smelled another pussy, even though I saw one once when Sheryl and I mutually masturbated one time at her place during our sophomore year. We only did it that one time, and soon after, Sheryl dropped out of school, and I never saw her again. I wondered if she had been ashamed of what we did. I hadn't been. I had brought myself to many crashing orgasms using the imagery of her glistening fingers squelching in and out of her pussy.

Finally, my heart stopped beating like a trip hammer, and my breathing eased. I rolled over onto my back and let the endorphins from my orgasm ease me into slumber land. As I fell asleep, I would have sworn I had heard a small gasp from across the room. My dreams were erotic, and Sam played a prominent role in them.

The morning would have been awkward, but I managed to get out of bed and into my robe without disturbing Sam. I made my way to the bathroom and took care of my morning toilet without incident. Sam was already up and in her robe upon my return to our room. I felt a little self-conscious because of what I'd done last night, but I did manage a tentative smile and asked, "Good morning, Sam. Did you sleep well?"

Sam looked a little self-conscious at first but then threw me a broad smile and said, "Yes, I did, Virginia." She then got a mischievous look on her face and asked, "How about you?"

My heart caught in my throat for a beat as I realized that I probably hadn't been as quiet as I thought, but I rallied quickly, smiled, and said, "I slept fine." Then, to distract Sam, I asked, "Do you have any plans for the day?"

"I thought I'd catch up with the other girls in the dorm," Sam answered, looking intently at me. She must have picked up my disappointment that I wouldn't be spending time with her and quickly added, "I could introduce them all to you so you can get to know their names?"

I smiled back at her in relief and said, "I'd like that. I'm not the most gregarious person in the world, but I would like to get to at least put a name to everyone's face."

"Great!" Sam exclaimed. "I need to go tinkle," she said and dashed out of the room. I stood there for a moment, stunned again at how energetic Sam was, before I shook myself and quickly took advantage of the privacy to get dressed. I picked out a lovely yellow sundress to wear. By the time Sam got back, I was fully clothed and working on my makeup.

I nearly died when I saw Sam drop her robe and skin out of her tee, probably not realizing I could see her in my mirror. When she bent over to drop her panties, I got a peek at what was between her thighs, this time without the panties being in the way. My nipples immediately tightened and ached, my pussy got hot, and my breath caught in my throat. Sam quickly pulled on a clean pair of panties and shrugged on a bra. I watched, fascinated, as she reached back and hooked it closed.

Sam turned to pull some clothes out of her closet, and I quickly tore my gaze away and concentrated on finishing my makeup. By the time I turned back around, she had pulled on a teal flounce dress that made her eyes pop. Once we were done with our toilet, we walked over to the Casino for breakfast.

The Casino was the social center of Georgian Court College. The cafeteria and Student Union were both located there. In addition, the Casino had a court 'real' tennis court, one of only eleven in the US and the only one on a college campus. While court tennis and lawn tennis share the objective of hitting the ball over the net, that's about all they have in common. Since it is inside, the walls and ceiling come into play, making it a more complex game. I had attended a match, expecting to watch a game similar to the more familiar lawn tennis. I came away totally fascinated about how the game is played and scored.

After breakfast, Sam kept her word and introduced me to the other women in the dorm. As I met them, I remembered seeing most of them around the campus, although I hadn't known their names. I was amazed at how Sam knew everyone on sight and kept up a running dialog the whole time.

A couple of women seemed awfully friendly with Sam, and I started to worry that I may not have the inside track to Sam's affection. In particular, there was one woman named Sheila, who was also on the volleyball team. She stood close to Sam and touched her lightly on the arm whenever she made a point about something.

I tried hard not to show any reaction to the way Sheila tried to stake her claim on Sam. After all, they had been friends and teammates for the past couple of years, and I was just a new roommate. So I put a broad smile on my face and joined in on the conversation. After a bit, Sheila started warming up to me, and the three of us got along fine. After a while, I realized that was just how Sheila operated. She was a touchy-feely type who couldn't talk to you unless she invaded your personal space.

Sam seemed to know about the guys that each woman was seeing, always asking after them. I tried hard to keep up with her, trying to remember everything she told me about the other women. After several introductions, I noticed that none of them asked Sam about her boyfriend or mentioned the lack of one.

At least they were all friendly toward me, several mentioning that they had seen me around the campus. They asked why I was now staying at the dormitory in my senior year. I must have told my story a dozen times or so, getting sympathetic responses from everyone. By the time we were done, I felt very welcome. I realized I had been missing out on the camaraderie everyone else had experienced while attending college.

By the time the introductions were done, it was close to lunch, so Sam and I joined several other women at the Casino for lunch. No alcohol had ever been served on campus, even before the drinking age was lowered to eighteen. So, plans were made for a group trip to the Cosmopolitan Bar and Lounge later that afternoon. Everyone was in good spirits, looking forward to their senior year. A lot of the talk was about what they would do after graduation. While many had career plans after graduation, I was surprised at the number of women who planned to find a man, get married, settle down, and not pursue a career.