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"She never gives me my messages, she smokes cigarettes all the time, she's a slob, and she's locked me out of the room three times this week. I always let her borrow my make-up and clothes, but today I wanted to borrow her car to go to the mall and she was like 'I don't let anyone drive my car.' It's not like she drives a Mercedes, she drives a fucking Volvo."
"Well, it can be hard getting used to living with someone. Just give it a little more time. If you'd like, I can set something up so that the three of us sit down and talk things out."
"Okay, I guess we can try that but I doubt it will work. She just hates me."
"I'm sure she doesn't hate you, Michele. You have to put yourself in her shoes. She's probably just envious of you. She's a little overweight, and not that popular, and you're beautiful and you have a boyfriend."
That's when she started to cry again.
"He broke up with me last week."
"Oh, Michele, I'm so sorry, I didn't know. What happened?"
"He said we were going to stay together, but two weeks away from each other and he's already with someone else. I hate men, they're fucking assholes. I'm so alone here, I have no one to talk to." "What about Sara and Lisa and Jannelle? I always see you hanging out with those girls." Michele, obviously, was in the hot and popular crowd, and the four girls were always together."Yeah, they're fun to hang out with, they know how to have a good time, but I don't trust them at all. They're so superficial and competitive, if they sense weakness they just tease you about it and try to gain control over you. They're all about being popular. You're the only one I can trust."
"Me? I thought you hated me."
"No, not at all Jamie. I'm sorry if I've been a bitch to you, it's just that this is my first time away from home and it's been rough for me. My mom died a few years ago and I've been really close with my dad, and now that I'm away I miss him so much."
"I know how you feel. I lost my mom when I was young, too, and I'm living proof that it does get easier."
"See, I knew you would understand me. I actually look up to you, I really admire you for having the courage to come back to school at your age." Great. Here I was, lusting for this tall, beautiful, youthful creature, and she thought of me as an old woman.
"My age? I'm only 24."
"I know. I didn't mean it like you're old. I just respect you. You're kind of like the big sister on the hall. I never had an older sister myself, so."
"Well, my door is always open, come by anytime, really, for anything."
"Well, now that you mention it, I kinda still need a get to the mall. See, we're all going out tonight and I wanted to get a new outfit. Hey, why don't you come out with us?"
As much as I wanted to spend more time with Michele, a night at a smelly frat house just wasn't appealing. "No thanks, I think I've outgrown the fraternity scene."
"No, we're going to a club in the city. It's 18 and over night, so there won't be any alcohol, but the music is really good."
It had been a long time since I'd been out dancing, and the thought of watching Michele move her body all night was starting to get me excited.
"Yeah, okay, why not? I could use a new pair of shoes, so I'll go with you to the mall!"
We left my room, went out to the parking lot and got in my car. On the way to the mall, we chatted about classes, professors, and other stuff like that. Then halfway through the car ride Michele got strangely quiet. I turned my head to see if maybe she was crying again, but she wasn't. I caught her staring out of the corner of her eye at my lap, but she quickly looked away out the passenger side window.
I looked down, wondering what she'd been looking at. When I got into the car I must have instinctively hiked my dress up a little, as I love to feel the leather seat against my bare ass cheeks. I'd forgotten that I'd taken my thong off earlier, so the whole time I was driving my bald pussy was completely exposed. I pretended not to notice, purposely wanting to see what Michele's reaction would be.
She never said anything about it, and after I asked her about her hometown, the conversation picked up again. Before we got to the mall, though, I caught her peeking one or two more times at my pussy. My dirty mind thought: 'maybe if she likes to look at it, she'll like to lick it sometime.'
We finally got to the mall and it was packed. We headed right for Express because Michele had a credit card there. The stuff there was way too expensive for me, but I picked out a few things just to try on anyway. The store was so crowded that we had to wait in line for a dressing room. Finally when one opened up, I suggested that we share it, partly because I was tired of waiting, partly because I wanted to see Michele undress, and partly to see what her answer would be.
Before she answered me, though, the dressing room attendant told us that sharing was not allowed, so Michele went first because she had a lot more items to try on. I finally got a room of my own, tried on the overpriced rags, and left. As I was walking out of my dressing room, Michele was coming out of hers, looking absolutely stunning. She had on a silver, glittery, tight, sleeveless turtleneck, a black skirt cut just above her knees with slits up both sides, and her platform loafers. She looked fucking hot.
"Do you like this?" she asked.
"Oh my god, yeah, you look incredible in that."
"Really? Thanks. There's one more I want to try on but I need your help buttoning up the back of it."
The attendant wasn't looking, so I slipped into Michele's dressing room with her. She pulled the turtleneck over her head, and I suddenly had my first up-close look at her breasts. She must have been a 38D, and they were straining to pop out of her bra. Before I could even take it all in, off came the skirt, and this gorgeous girl was standing less than two feet away from me in nothing but her bra, a thong, and high-heeled platform shoes which made her tower over me at about 5'11". I was in heaven.
"You have an incredible body, Michele." I told her, trying to flirt, albeit subtly.
"Oh, thanks. I think I'm fat." She took the compliment.
"Fat? Yeah, right. You look good. I used to have a complex about my body, but now I love being voluptuous. I like having a big butt and big chest."
"Yeah, well you carry it well. And guys like it."
"Exactly." And so do girls, I hoped.
She started to put on what looked like a long black overcoat by slipping her arms into the long-sleeves first, except that it buttoned up the back instead of the front. It was very elegant, covering almost her entire body down to her ankles, but the material was completely sheer. It looked like something you might see Tyra Banks wearing in a Victoria's Secret catalog. I started buttoning at the top by her neck, working my way down her back. When I got to her butt, I was having a little trouble getting the buttons to reach the buttonholes over her large ass. I didn't want to tell her to get a bigger size since she'd already made that fat comment to me, so I pulled the material of the gown with one hand while pushing her butt cheeks in with the other.
"Sorry" I said.
"That's okay, I didn't think I'd fit into this anyway. I just really want to see what it looks like on me. Don't be shy."
Hmmm, I thought, was that a hint? I decided to test her out, in a joking way.
"Okay, I won't," I said, and then I cupped both my hands beneath each of her ass cheeks and squeezed two handfuls of flesh.
"Ooh, Jamie. I had no idea you felt that way," she said mockingly.
"You like that?" I laughed, as I buttoned the last of the buttons. "Okay, all done."
She turned around. "How do I look?"
She looked like a supermodel, except about 30 pounds heavier. The gown covered every inch of her body, from her neck down to her feet, but it was completely see-through, showing off her incredible assets.
"You look fucking hot!" I said.
She looked in the mirror. "Yeah, I do. Hmm, I'd fuck me."
Me, too, I thought.
"I don't think I'm going to get it though. Thanks, Jamie. I think I can unbutton it myself."
I guess that meant she wanted me to leave the dressing room. Too bad, I wanted to see her in her underwear one more time and I especially wanted to watch her squeeze into her tight jeans and sweater, but that vision of her in the see-through gown would be enough to satisfy my fantasies for at least a couple of weeks. As I turned to walk out, she grabbed my ass with one hand.
"Now we're even," she said with a smile.
As I waited for her to emerge from the dressing room, I was satisfied that my playful overtures weren't being repelled, and that in fact she was returning the favor. I decided it was time to step up the seduction a little more. After she paid for her clothes, we headed towards Payless Shoe Store, a shop a little bit more in my budget. When we got there, I was excited to see they were having a sale, 50% off their already cheap prices.
Of course, the store was mobbed, but we pushed our way through to the size 7 aisle. My attention was caught by a pair of knee-high black leather platform boots in a fake alligator skin pattern. I pretended to not be able to get them on by myself because the zipper was stuck. Michele noticed my dilemma and offered to give me a hand.
I sat down on a chair at the end of the crowded aisle. All the people pushing and shoving to get to the bargain footwear actually provided us with a good deal of privacyeveryone was too busy fighting for shoes to notice what anybody else was doing. Michele kneeled down on the floor in between my legs. She guided my foot into the boot, then began zipping it up, squeezing my calves with her hand until the leather clung tightly to my legs. When she finished the first boot she looked up at me, asking if it felt okay.
"Yeah, fine." I replied.
As her eyes traveled away from mine and towards the floor to pick up the other boot, she was distracted by the vision coming from between my legs. I guess she had temporarily forgotten that I wasn't wearing panties, but her memory was quickly refreshed. She stared at my bald pussy for a second or two, then started working on the other boot. As she did, I asked her, "Like the view from down there?"
She looked up at me smiling at her with a naughty look in my eye.
"Sorry," she apologized.
"Don't be," I assured her, "it's not like you've never seen another girl's pussy before, right?"
"No, but I don't think I've ever seen one this upclose before."
"Well then you better take a good look while you have the chance."
She took the bait, and took another quick look.
"How's it look?" I asked.
"It's nice, I like the way it's totally shaved. I've never done that."
"Really? You should try it sometime. It feels really nice, especially when you're masturbating."
"Oh." she said, looking a bit surprised at my candor. "Well, I've never done that either."
"You're kidding. Why not?"
"I don't know, it just doesn't seem right."
"Yeah, I guess I used to feel that way too. I keep forgetting you're only 18. You still have a lot to learn."
Both boots were on by now, so I got up and walked around in them. I liked them a lot, and at $20 they were a steal. I bought them and we were on our way back out to my car.
On the way home, Michele was very quiet. I figured she was thinking about all that happened today, from the butt squeezing to the peep show.
"What's on your mind?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing."
"Come on, you can tell me."
"Well, I've been thinking about what you said, about masturbating. Now that I don't have a boyfriend I've been pretty horny lately, and well, I just wouldn't even know what to do." Interesting, I thought, a horny, single girl with pussy on her mind.
"Well, it's kind of hard to explain. It's really something you have to be shown. Here."
I hiked up my dress and leaned the seat back a little bit, pushing my butt up towards the steering wheel. With one hand I drove the car, and with the other I started rubbing my pussy mound.
"I like to start by just rubbing all around, teasing myself." I tried to speak as slowly and seductively as I could. "Then when I can feel myself starting to get wet, I just slide one finger in between my lips and rub it up and down, up and down."
Michele was staring at my pussy in slack-jawed amazement.
"You have to find your clit, which is up here at the top, and just rub it and rub it until it gets swollen. That's the most sensitive spot and it feels amazing." I was really getting into it now, and having Michele watch me was a major turn-on. "Then when I feel the urge to have something deep inside me, I stick two fingers all the way in and start fucking myself like my fingers were a cock." I worked my fingers in and out slowly, hypnotizing Michele as she watched my fingers disappear over and over again into my soaking wet pussy.
Little by little I felt my impending orgasm growing inside me, and soon I was really going at it, thrashing my hole and rubbing my clit with my thumb while still trying to drive down the highway. The closer I came to climaxing, the harder my foot pressed down on the accelerator and before I knew it we were going about 85 mph. Michele was too captivated by my display to say anything, and soon she was watching me come all over my hand. My pelvis gyrated and I moaned loudly, a little extra loudly for her benefit. "Uuuhhhhhhh.oh that feels so gooood. Mmmmmm.."
When the waves of my orgasm subsided, I had pussy juice all over my hand and the car seat. I brought my fingers up to my mouth and licked them clean, then went back down to my crotch for a little more.
"Ugh, that's gross," Michele said, making a face.
"No, it's not. I used to think it was, but now I actually like it. The taste and smell of your own juices is actually an aphrodisiac and it can really be a turn-on."
"Really? It just seems so nasty."
"Michele, you can't be afraid of your vagina. You have to get to know it, and be good to it, and it will be good to you. It can be a girl's best friend."
"Well, I don't know if I'm ready for all that yet. But thanks for showing me anyway, I appreciate it."
"You probably think I'm some kind of nympho freak now, right?"
"No, not at all. I mean, I think about sex all the time. It's normal. I guess I've just been afraid to do anything about it on my own. But you're not a freak, I know a lot of girls do it. You're normal. I'm the freak."
"When the time is right you'll be ready."
"Yeah, I guess so. It did look like you were really enjoying yourself. You had the most intense and erotic look on your face, it was really sexy."
Hmm, she thought I was sexy. This day was getting better and better.
We got back to school and headed up to our floor. When we got to the top of the stairs, Michele said, "Well, thanks for taking me to the mall and for all your, um, advice. I had a lot of fun with you."
"Me, too, you're a great shopping buddy."
"Well, I'll stop by your room around 10 and we'll all go to the club, okay?"
"Sure, I'm looking forward to it."
As I was getting ready for my night out with the girls, I couldn't help but thinking that my plan to seduce Michele was going better than expected. I was encouraged by her reactions to my comments and gestures, and I thought that with a little bit of luck I might be able to close the deal tonight.
After showering and shaving my legs, I started to get dressed. I put on a black thong, tight black stretchy spandex pants, my new boots, and a pink tube top with no bra. I combed my long red hair straight, with a part down the middle. The tight top clung to my breasts tightly, and my large behind was accentuated by the spandex pants. I was ready for some fun.
Michele stopped by my room right around 10, and she looked better than ever. She was wearing the black skirt she'd bought earlier in the day with the two slits up either side. She had on sheer thigh-high stockings, the tops of which you could see from the slits in her skirt. She had on black patent leather high-heeled platform Mary Janes, and on top she wore a long-sleeved black denim shirt with two front breast pockets and a wide butterfly collar with the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing lots and lots of cleavage. Her hair was done in tight, frizzy curls.
"Hey, Jamie, you look cute."
"Thanks, sweetie, looking good yourself."
"Listen, I'm really sorry, but the other girls have been drinking in their rooms for the past two hours and none of them can drive. Please don't write them up, they'd be so pissed if I squealed on them, but we need someone who's sober to drive."
"Have you been drinking, Michele?"
"No, I've been studying. I have a quiz tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay, well I'm glad you were honest with me. I won't write them up this time. And I don't mind driving."
"Thank you so much, Jamie, you're the best."
She went and got the other three girls, all of whom were also completely decked out. We piled into my car, with Michele sitting shotgun since she was the tallest at 5'8" (5'11" with the shoes). The other three girls sat in the back, being loud and obnoxious the whole ride to the club. I'm pretty sure they were drinking out of a flask, too, but I tried not to notice. Thirty minutes later we arrived at the club, and when we got inside, the place was packed with teenage bodies. The three backseat lushes were completely intoxicated by this point and they immediately found a group of guys to hang all over. Michele stuck with me and we made our way to the dance floor.
Now I consider myself a pretty good dancer, but Michele put me to shame. Towering over all of the other girls there, and some of the guys too, she was a sight to behold. Every guy in the club was staring at her, watching this Amazon goddess shake her body to the music. A few brave guys would come up and try to dance with her, but she expertly avoided all of them by pretending not to notice them or by dancing so assertively and energetically that the guys just didn't stand a chance.
Eventually two particularly cocky guys got right up on us. They looked like they were in their late 20's, way too old to be trying to pick up 18 year old college girls, and they smelled like they'd had a few drinks down the street before coming over to the club. The more Michele and I tried to escape these losers, the closer and closer they got to us.Finally Michele said to one of them, "Listen, would you mind not dancing so close, we're really not interested."
"Aww, come on, I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you by buying you a drink," the guy screamed back.
"They're not serving alcohol tonight, but nice try," Michele said, looking at me and shaking her head.
"So I'll buy you a coke."
Some guys just can't take a hint. I decided to put an end to this in my own way. I moved towards Michele and stood right next to her, side by side. I put my right arm around her waist and said,
"Hey, buddy, what are you, thick? We're not into guys."
Michele played along perfectly, putting her left arm around me, touching my left shoulder. She then moved directly behind me, put her right hand on my right shoulder, and pulled me back into her so that my butt was in her midsection and my shoulder blades rested on her breasts. She slid her hands down from my shoulders to my waist and forward across my stomach where they met, locking fingers.Since she was about six inches taller than me, she had to bend down to do this, and she rested her chin on my right shoulder. The feeling of our warm bodies so close together sent chills up my spine. I took my right hand and reached backward and touched Michele's cheek as we both stood staring at the guys who had been trying to get with us.
At the same time, Michele and I started moving to the music. She bent her knees so that she was straddling me from behind and as I grinded my ass into her body she pushed back with her pelvis. Her knees were on either side of me, and I reached down with both hands to touch them. The slits in her skirt gave me access to her stocking covered legs and I moved my hands up and down the outside portion of her thighs. As I did this she moved closer into me and I could tell that she liked my touch.
With my right hand I explored all the way around to the under side of her right leg and started moving it slowly up towards her rear end. My hand reached the top of her stocking and I felt the hook of the garter strap she wore being pulled tightly as it tried to hold up her thigh-highs while she danced and dipped. I felt Michele start to straighten up a little, perhaps embarrassed that I had found her undergarments, but I moved my hands back to her thighs and pulled her closer to me.
I brought my right hand back up to her garter strap and began to play with it, pulling it away from her meaty legs and letting it snap back into her flesh. I ran two fingers underneath the top of her stocking, my palm massaging her bare skin. I felt goosebumps forming on her skin, and encouraged that she was enjoying herself I moved my hand all the way up to her butt check. I squeezed and massaged her rotund backside, getting the full experience of what I'd had a taste of in the dressing room earlier in the day. I was groping and clawing at this stunning girl and she was letting me.
By now I was extremely turned on. My nipples were fully aroused and there was no hiding it under the thin material of my tube top. I desperately wanted Michele to rub my breasts, but her hands did not move from my stomach. With my left hand, I pulled her left wrist away from my body and guided it to my bosom. Her hand made brief contact with my tit, but she quickly moved it back to my stomach. Disappointed, I began to massage it myself, squeezing my breast like a sponge and gently pinching my nipples.
This whole time, the two guys were standing perfectly still, eyes wide and mouths open, enjoying the free show. When Michele resisted touching my breast, however, they sensed that what they were seeing was not the genuine article.
"They're not gay," I heard one of them tell the other.
I turned around and faced Michele, who was still dancing and enjoying herself as much as when we first got to the club, only now she was right up against me. And instead of towering over me as she had before, she bent her knees lower so that we were eye to eye and her knees were still on either side of me. I moved to my right and swung my right leg over her left leg, so that now I was straddling it. I put my left hand on her right hip, and she did the same to me. I started grinding her left leg with my crotch, humping like I was a dog.
The friction felt so good in my pussy that I zoned out, forgetting about where I was and what I was doing. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the feeling between my legs. I leaned into Michele so that my forehead rested against her shoulder. I probably would have kept going until I came on her leg, but Michele interrupted me.
"Those guys are creeping me out," she whispered into my ear.
I had temporarily forgotten about them.
"They're still there?"
"Yeah, but I think they're starting to give up hope," she said.
I leaned in closer so that my lips were touching her ear.
"I think I know how to get rid of them."
I moved my left hand from her hip and brought it up to her right cheek. I turned her head so that we were facing each other, inches apart. I moved in and kissed her on the lips, very lightly, very gently, very quickly. Luckily she did not back away, so I went back in again, and this time we held the kiss for two or three seconds, then kissed again, this time sucking on her bottom lip. I was about to slide my tongue into her mouth when she broke the kiss and looked over at the two guys. She looked at me and said, "I think this is turning them on instead of driving them away."
I didn't care. I moved toward her again, desperately wanting to lick her tongue. But she straightened up, and she was too tall for me to reach.
"I'm getting hot anyway, why don't we take a break?" she said.
"Okay," I said as happily as I could pretend, even though I was really disappointed and frustrated."I have to go the bathroom, come with me."
The line for the ladies room was long as usual, and while we waited we made fun of the two losers that were trying to pick us up and our failed attempt to dissuade them.
"It was a good try. I didn't think they'd stand there like it was a fucking peep show," she said.
"Seriously, don't they have some pornos at home that they can watch?"
"Oh, so is that where you learned all those moves, Jamie?" she said with a sly smile.
"Yeah, sorry if I got carried away. I just kind of got lost in the moment."
"No, it's okay. It was fun. You were very convincing. Except you pulled my garter strap off of my stocking and now I can't get it back on."
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry." I felt a little embarrassed.
"That's okay. They're just really hard to get on with one hand and I can't reach back there. Can you give me a hand?"
Gladly, I thought. She turned around so that her back was facing me, but as I reached down to find the strap a stall opened up in the bathroom.
She said, "I don't have to go that bad, you can go ahead of me."
I took her hand and pulled her with me.
"Come on, we've already shared a dressing room."
We entered the stall and closed the door. Michele stood facing the door while I pulled down my already tight pants that clung to my sweaty legs even more than usual. I pulled down my thong and sat on the toilet. "Okay, back up a little," I said. Michele stepped backwards towards me and lifted up the back of her skirt for me. I was face to face with her enormous, beautiful ass, and she wasn't wearing any panties.
Again I had flashbacks to the first day of school, and the first time I saw Michele when she was bending over her desk. Having just squeezed and groped her butt on the dance floor, and working up quite a sexual appetite in the process, I had to fight every urge to keep from spreading her butt cheeks and licking her crack. Instead, I took hold of the dangling strap and pulled it down toward the top of her stocking. The strap tightly pressed up against her ass as it struggled to reach the thighhigh. As I touched strap, nylon and flesh simultaneously, I saw the goosebumps form again all over her butt.
"Was that the first time you've kissed a girl?" I asked.
"Yeah. What about you?"
"No, not the first time. What did you think?"
I was finished peeing and wiping, so I stood up, pulling up my thong, then my pants. Michele was still facing the door.
"It felt nice. Your lips are so soft."
"I'm done, your turn."