Doing the Student
By Janelle
Janelle_1974@hotmail.com

"50% OFF EVERYTHING!!!" is what the sign read on the
window of the candles and pottery store. Never being
one to turn down a good sale, I went in. The shelves
were pretty much picked over, and most of the good
stuff was long gone. What did remained was mostly made
in either rainbow or lavender colors, indicating that
the store was catering to the local gay and lesbian
population. The last thing I wanted was to jeopardize
my safe warm place in the closet, so I selected a
handful of tea lights. I didn't need a candle or mug
proclaiming that I was "proud and out", at least not
before I was ready to make that move on my own, and I
really did need more tea lights.

As I approached the counter, the clerk didn't
acknowledge me, and seemed to be more interested in
playing with her belly button of all things, then to
notice me. She was wearing blue bell-bottom jeans that
hung on to her hips with the help of a thick leather
belt, a white crop top, a rainbow colored necklace made
of rainbow beads and a pair of earth-toned sandals. So
much for a dress code. She appeared to be just taller
then me, about 5'3" or 5'4", weighing no more then a
100 pound, and had short blonde hair that reminded me
of Anne Heche. She could of past for 16, but I knew she
had to be at least 18, because this was a college town.

When I was about to make my present known by way of a
cough, she said, "I got my belly button pierced last
week and it still feels weird. Does it feel okay to
you?"

And with that she grabbed my hand and placed it on her
abdomen. Has she moved my hand in a circular motion,
my mouth went dry and I was unable to speak. She was
having mesmerizing effect of me. After a few seconds I
was able to pry my eyes away from her stomach to notice
that she was staring at me with the nicest hazel eyes
you ever saw.

"Do you think it feels okay?" she asked again while
touching my arm.

It was then that I realized that I was still playing
with her stomach. I quickly pulled my hand away and
with eyes unable to hold her gaze I finally said
"Nice".

Probably not the best response, but at that moment, I
was severely distracted.

"My name is J by the way. J as in the letter J". The
clerk informed me.

"I'm Janelle, as in Jan with an elle".

Granted it was a lame joke but J politely laughed and
gave me a warm smile that I liked. J told me that she
was starting her sophomore year in a few weeks and
lived in one of the rooms above the store.

"Would you like to see it, Jan with and elle?" She
asked.

Every ounce of my body said this wasn't a good ideal.
She was 5 or 6 years younger than I was, and the last
thing I needed was a romp in the hay before going to a
dinner party hosted by my parents.

"I'd love to", escaped my lips in a strange voice that
didn't seem to belong to me.

She excused herself from work, grabbed my hand and led
me up a long stairwell in the back. Just before the
top of the stairs J turned around and kissed me on the
lips. Her kiss was long and wet and she tasted like
"Jolly Rancher" candy--apple I think. Has we explored
each other with our tongues she firmly groped my left
breast. Her boldness gave me the courage to reach
between her legs and squeeze her mound. She was wet
enough for her juices to seeped through her jeans and
my fingers were coated with her. This girl was hot,
and just when I was afraid we might end up doing it on
the stairs, J jumped up and playfully pulled me along.

Her room was dark and decorated like she had read the
lesbian handbook. She hung posters of lesbian bands,
paying appropriate homage to the Indigo Girls, Melissa
Etheridge and K.D. Lang. She also hung posters of
several lesbian movies such as "When Night is Falling",
"Gia", "Bound" and "Wild Side". A triangle shaped
suncatcher was proudly displayed in a place where no
sun was to be caught. Of course she took advantage of
her employee discount and had ample amounts of candles
scattered though out the room. A bookshelf made out of
bricks and old boards balanced in the corner and held a
few schoolbooks, an old paperback dictionary, and a
bunch of Naiad books.

Naiad publishes primarily Lesbian novels, and J seemed
to be an avid reader. She had at least 20 Naiad books
and her favorite authors seem to be Nikki Baker and
Katherine V. Forrest. I noticed she had a copy of
Nikki's "The Ultimate Exit Strategy", which I was dying
to read. I've been hooked on Nikki's work for quite
some time, and I desperately wanted to ask if I could
borrow it, but this clearly wasn't the time for such
questions. I couldn't help but ask myself the
question, did she really like all this stuff,
or had she simply made up her mind that she was a
lesbian and was desperately trying to fit the role?

As far as music goes, I'm what you might call a little
bit country. I like listening to Shania Twain who has a
body that brings out the animal in me, Faith Hill who
has a smile that makes me wonder what she did, Martina
McBride who has eyes to die for and lately I've been
getting into Mindy McCready who has curves that make me
quiver. At times I wonder if my sex drive has anything
to do with my choice in music?

J's taste in music was quite different from mine. She
turned on her stereo to music I never heard before.
She described it as "underground head banging". She
showed me the CD entitled "Between Two Fires" by a band
called "Cell Mates". The cover showed two beautiful
redheads in a hot embrace--which was the only part I
found interesting. She said it was great music to fuck
to, and asked if I liked it. Once again, my tongue
didn't check with my brain before it said, "Yes". That
was all justification she needed to crank up the volume
until the suncatcher was vibrating.

I had no sooner set down the CD when J flipped off her
sandals, pulled her top over her head, and wiggled her
jeans off slender hips that made me jealous. In less
then 5 seconds, J was wearing nothing but her beaded
necklace, and I found myself wanting her.

Has I started to undress, J decided to take advantage
the show. She laid back in her bed, laced her hands
behind her head and enjoyed watching me. She was
obviously very comfortable with her nudity, which is
more then I can say for myself. With J staring at me I
found it difficult to move; like a deer caught in the
headlights of an on-coming car, or a performer with the
jitters on opening night. After a bit I managed to
removed my white tank top, my 32B bra, which I hoped J
hadn't noticed was a "wonder-bra", and slipped off my
navy blue tennis skirt.

It is funny the things one think of at the most
inappropriate time. For when I got down to my red silk
panties I wondered when was the last time I trimmed
myself. Why was I even concerned about a first
impression? I hadn't gone out this morning thinking I
might be baring myself to a stranger, and thank God my
legs were recently shaved. I would have hated to give
anyone "rug burns" on the first date. Did this even
qualify as a date?

I took note of J's bush, and it was obvious that she
wasn't a shaver. Her pussy grew wild and unruly like
she seemed to be. It was quite a turn-on. One of the
fastest ways to turn me off is to see a shaved pussy.
It's like getting a present that isn't wrapped. Where
is the appeal? Don't get me wrong, I don't mind if
they are trimmed close or shaved for a bikini, but
please don't get rid of all the hair. Leave a little
bit of it for personality. When did baldness ever
become sexy?

If you are the type of person to believe in labels such
as "femme" and "butch", then I would definitely
classify myself has femme--or so I thought. For J was
about to release the butch side of me that I never knew
existed.

When I climb on top of J she locked her legs around my
waist and kissed me full on the mouth. She grabbed
handfuls of hair and dug her heels into my butt cheeks.
I pressed my tits into hers until I felt her nipples
poke into me. It was nice. After awhile we started
playing the "going down game". This is the game people
play when one partner is trying to get the other one to
go down on them. J needed me to go down on her and I
was more then willing. She applied gentle tugs on my
hips with her legs and gave suggestive little pushes
with her hands. After I felt she had suffered long
enough, I started kissing my way down, stopping to give
each breast their just reward. The size of J's chest
was very similar to my own, but she had huge nipples.
"Silver dollar" nipples has the old-timers might say
and they looked magnificence. Has I continued my
journey down her torso I was carefully not to hurt her
newly pierced navel. It was then that I noticed that
she had a "happy trail". A light trail of blonde hair
went from her belly button to her pussy. Very nice
indeed.

J was my first blonde and I was determined to enjoy
myself. Her blonde pussy felt new and soft, almost has
if it was made of fur. I blew a stream of cool air on
her golden mound just to watch the reaction I caused on
her face. She was in a world of ecstasy, and I was
enjoying the power I had over her. I kissed her inner
thighs, and then placed my mouth over her pussy,
stretching my lips has far as they would go, with the
hope of encompassing as much of her as possible. Has I
sucked on her I replaced her wetness with my kisses.
Ever so gently I probed between her lips with my
tongue, tasting her pinkness. Has a reward for my
effort, pussy juice that ran down her crack and onto
the bed. I firmly inserted my chin into the entrance
of her pussy, and began to lick her clit. Her clit was
hard and sticking out, has if it was introducing
herself to me. Has I flicked my tongue over the top of
J's clit; I rotated my jaw to stimulate the entranceway
of her pussy. My chin acted as a dam trying to hold
back her juices, but every time I moved my jaw, her
wetness ran down my neck. How did I ever end up in
this room, right now, licking out a college student?
Life can be funny at times.

J's breathing became labored and I could tell she was
close to cumming. Her stomach was hard and she
couldn't keep her ass on the bed. I was doing my best
just to hang on while she bucked my face with her
groin. The mischief side of me took over and I wanted
to prolong J's climax as long as possible. I wanted to
keep J on the edge for as long as I could. I wanted J
to remember me. I wanted to be the one she compares
all her future lovers to. When she got close to
cumming I would ease up, or moved to a spot just off to
the side of her clit. After 20 minutes of teasing, all
it took was--one light touch of the tip of my tongue--
to the tip of her clit--to send her off. She was no
longer in control of her legs as they moved in jerky
spasms. She made loud primal noises through gritted
teeth, while arching her back. Me--I greedily drank
all she gave.

J grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me up to
meet her lips. We deeply kissed has she tasted herself
on me. Then with those wide hazel eyes she said, "Fuck
me. Please fuck me with this." and she retrieved a
strap-on dildo from her nightstand.

Not knowing what to do, and never being in this
position before, I did what any good "femme" dyke would
do, I stood up and allow J to strapped on my new cock.
My cock was see-through pink and about 8 inches long.
Protruding from the side were groups of bulging veins
and the head must have been at least 2 inches in
diameter. It was a cock that any man would have been
proud to have, and I was starting to enjoy the way it
hung from on me. I was enjoying the power it gave me.

J must of like the way I looked also, for she dove on
my cock with the hunger of a staved animal. I couldn't
actually feel her lips on me, but I had this beautiful
blonde college student on her knees slobbering over my
cock while digging her fingers in my ass. The sight
alone almost did it for me. J raised my cock and
started to lick my new balls. She then bent my cock
all the way up till it was pressed firmly against my
stomach and began to lick my pussy through the slit in
the harness. I had nothing to hold on to but her head,
and it was all I could do not to fall down.

I've always been the type that takes a few minutes to
cum, but after the first time, it doesn't take much for
me to cum again and again. I think J had it in her
mind that she would attack me with the same enthusiasm
that I teased her. She wanted to see just how many
times she could make me cum and she proved it by
attacking my pussy a vengeance. She had two fingers
pumping away in my pussy and one reaming my ass hole.
Like a machine gun she set herself on rapid fire,
flicking her tongue mercilessly over my clit. I could
barely stand the onslaught and within minutes J had
made me cum 3 times. She only stopped because my legs
refused to support me any longer. I collapsed to floor
and into her waiting arms.

J gave me a few minutes to catch my breath before she
hopped on the bed and bent over doggy style. Has she
waved her ass in the air; J said, "Fuck me Janelle.
Put that big cock in me and fuck me like the bitch I
am."

I had to agree with her, my cock was big and I wanted
to fuck her. Personally I wasn't sure if my pussy
could handle a cock this big, but J certainly seemed
confident. At that moment I would have loved nothing
more then to slam my cock deep insider her, but the
last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. So I ran the
head up and down her crease, coating it with her
juices, stopping ever so often to ease a bit of the
head in, and then retracting it. When I was finally
able to fit the head all the way in, I stopped. I let
it rest just inside her pussy lips, allowing her to
enjoy the sensation. After a bit she started rocking
herself on my cock until she was able to take the rest
of it in. My plastic balls were now pressing against
her blonde pussy hairs. Tiny beads of sweat formed on
her ass and the small of her back. She was so hot, and
I wouldn't have traded places with anyone in the world
at that moment.

I started fucking her slowly, but she keep grabbing my
thigh, begging me to go faster. Soon I was showering
her with beads of sweat has I pounded her pussy hard
enough to cause waves in her ass. She loved it. J
desperately clenched the bed sheets with both hands.
Her stomach rested on the bed while she continued to
arch her butt in the air. Pussy juice coated my cock
and ran down her inner thighs forming puddles in the
sheets. I grabbed both sides of her hips and drove
that ass around the bed like a steering wheel of a big
rig. She yowled like a cat in heat. With every thrust
I gave, the base of my cock applied pressure to my
clit. I was so close to cumming, but I wanted to wait
for J. As my own climax built inside of me, I took two
fingers and started rubbing her clit. Then I took my
other free hand and pressed a finger against her anus.
She loved it so much I pushed my finger in up to the
second knuckle, and that is all it took. J was
screaming like a madwoman and I let myself go. We
climaxed together.

Has I collapsed on the wet spots we made; J rested her
head on my stomach. An hour later I still wore my fake
cock that now rested on the side of J's face and I knew
her pussy must still be open from the fucking I gave
her. I didn't want to leave, but I decided it was
time. I was already a half-hour late for my dinner
engagement and Mom was sure to be pissed. I wasn't
sure what I was going to use has an excuse for my
tardiness, and at this moment, I didn't really care. I
washed my face and fixed myself up has best I could. J
offered me the use of the community shower, but I
declined. The last thing I wanted was to do was
explain my presents to strangers. Has I started to get
dress J grabbed my red panties and said, "These stay".
I could have protested, but why bother? The least I
could do was allow her a souvenir for the great time we
shared. We kissed and exchanged phone numbers with the
promise to call. Has I drove my car to dinner,
wondering if I stilled smelled of sex, I prayed that I
wouldn't leave a wet mark on my skirt or the car seat.