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In college I roomed with a lovely and vivacious girl named Sharon, and as girls far away from strict parents will do, we quickly became fairly wild sexually, at least for a small school 15 years ago. Oddly enough, we became lovers the summer before we roomed together, through an absolute comedy of errors.

It happened because after we received our roommate assignments in June, we talked on the phone several times and thought it would be fun to visit one another. I was particularly eager because I'd never even heard of La Jolla - I had to consult an atlas. So I talked my parents into letting me go there for the first week of August.

Sharon lived in a truly elegant home, which I found the more fascinating because it was the first non-colonial style house I'd ever stayed in. Sharon had a whole suite, with bath, sitting room, and bedroom, and the first night we stayed up talking until dawn. The next three days were about what one would expect, with Sharon taking me to Disneyland and Knott's Berry Farm, down to meet the surfers - typically tourist activities. I think we were well on the way to becoming close girl friends and nothing more, when the strangeness struck.

We had been out - to San Diego, I think - and got back to her place about 7:00 p.m., only to find that her grandparents had decided to break their trip home from Japan by spending a few nights at Sharon's house. Normally this would have been no problem, but the other set of grandparents was already occupying the guest suite! This meant Sharon and I were reassigned to the room of her little brother, who fortunately was away at some camp for the month.

Her brother Teddy had a huge waterbed, so there was no sleeping space problem; the problem was that he'd boobytrapped his bed, sort of. The little monster had done something to the heater so that it couldn't be set to a reasonable temperature; I swear that it was just below simmering! We naturally didn't know that in advance, and when we finally got to bed (after a party with some of her friends), we didn't notice. Sharon was sleepy, she said, because during the hour she'd disappeared with her boy friend, he'd fucked her three times! She'd only come a little, once, but she was exhausted from trying. I felt sorry for my new friend; I'd gone off with two boys (at different times), and one of them was a master at eating pussy; he'd given me two crashing orgasms in 15 minutes, so I was quite relaxed, too. So we were in our nightgowns and asleep only minutes after we got home.

About an hour later, though, I woke up drenched with sweat. I'd never seen a water bed before, so I didn't realize there was anything wrong, but I couldn't sleep the way I was. So, I stripped naked, stood by the air conditioning duct until the sweat dried, then hopped back into bed. It still wasn't great, but I was so tired that I fell into at least a restless half sleep.

A while later I woke to find that Sharon was standing nude in front of the open French doors leading to the patio, obviously trying to get cool. She looked lovely there, with the moonlight glinting off her sweaty body; it was so bright that I could see clearly the tiny ivory triangle normally hidden by her bikini, as well as the scanty patch of pussy hair. I remember thinking that some California girls really ARE blonde, then dozed off again.

The next time I roused, I was snuggled against Sharon, with my breasts against her bare, cool back and her sumptuous ass pressing my pussy. My nipples tingled as they do when they're beginning to stiffen, and I knew the dampness between my thighs was not sweat. The scent of sex was strong, with my own excitement almost masked by Sharon's musky aura of cunt juice mixed with semen. At first I thought groggily that I was home with Megan - who had introduced me to the joys of loving another girl years earlier - and I embraced the voluptuous body, kissing her shoulder gently as I cupped the sleeping girl's full breasts.

Almost instantly her nipples popped up, then with a start Sharon woke. I think I was as surprised and embarrassed as Sharon, when I realized it wasn't Megan I was fondling. My new roommate sat up suddenly, and I was so mortified that I huddled at the edge of the bed, sobbing. In a minute Sharon began rubbing my shoulder and murmuring soothing sounds of forgiveness, so I quickly recovered.

We lay back down, each carefully on her own side, but when I finally glance at Sharon, I saw that she was staring at the ceiling, with tears faintly glistening on her lashes.

"What's wrong?" I asked nervously, turning on my side to face her. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean ..."

"Oh, Linda, why are boys such pigs? Billy just left me after we fucked, he wanted to see some stupid late movie!"

What could I say? Not all boys were like Billy, I knew, but I didn't think that would help. I reached over and began caressing her, spiraling my palm gently around her navel in slowly widening circles. I felt her slowly relax, and began kissing her arm and shoulder as I continued to stroke her.

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It was so startling when my fingertips first grazed Sharon's untanned realms, the undersides of her breasts and the narrow border above her pussy. I could feel the softer, cooler skin of those protected parts immediately. For an instant her body became rigid, then she relaxed again, shifting slightly to open her legs. That filled the room with an even stronger aroma of erotic excitement, and I allowed my hand to rest, very lightly and briefly, on her hot, wet pussy just as I gently but firmly closed my teeth on the soft flesh just below her armpit.

On the next circle I touched Sharon's burning nipples, then let one finger trail lightly along the scalding slit between her legs. She sighed and moaned, so I knelt beside her and kissed her deeply, letting my tongue explore her eager mouth as my hand fondled her quivering thighs and juicy cunt.

That night I was Megan as Megan was on OUR first night. I sucked and nibbled and fingered and fondled, bringing Sharon orgasm after crashing orgasm, my tongue buried in the intricate and delectable folds and fissures of Sharon's sex. I came myself time after time, just from the sheer joy and power of giving her so much pleasure.

The rest of the week we spent the nights locked together in carnal pleasures. Sharon was so luscious, so ripe, so eager, that I could hardly keep my hands off her at any time - and she, me. Almost every night we would go to a party somewhere, making out with any boys who happened to appeal to us; it was wonderful to know that even if they left us unsatisfied, in a few hours we'd be home and well taken care of! And for both of us, then as now, there is no substitute for a talented and generous cocksman - only supplements. We still loved to feel those hot shafts bury themselves in our shuddering twats and pour out cum in hearty, burning gushes.

By the end of our sophomore year, Sharon and I were confirmed orgiasts, and in fact were running short of new adventures. One day Sharon said she'd have a real treat for me, if I'd let her blindfold me, then go along with whatever she told me to do. Naturally, I agreed in a flash, so that night she had me dress in a sexy outfit - tight jade silk blouse, matching microskirt ... one of my favorites when we went cruising the bars. Sharon had bought somewhere a real blindfold, one which fastened with straps and absolutely prevented me from seeing. Then she led me to the center of the room, alone and isolated from any familiar objects.

"Just stand there," she said, and I heard her walk into the hall and open the door. In a moment I heard some faint sounds, as if Sharon had brought someone back with her, and then suddenly I felt hands on me: hands on my arms, my bottom, my breasts, my face, my legs ... hands, hands, hands ... and whispering, lewd promises and opinions ...

You can't imagine how exciting it is! Invisible hands hold you helpless while others explore ... you're never quite sure how many guys, how many girls ... whether the fingers gently tweaking your rigid nipples are the same which lately flirted with your sticky thighs ... whether the throbbing cock forcing your skirt deep into the cleft of your trembling ass and the fiery tongue lapping wetly behind your ear are attached to the same body ... whether the tang of female lust filling your mouth is your own or another's ...

It is best when another girl, a lover who knows me and my needs, joins in, as Megan often does; she sees that it is sensuous, a gradual heightening of excitement until I explode over and over. It is so thrilling to feel someone squeeze your breasts, yet have no idea whose hands; to feel an unseen finger explore your sopping pussy and plunge into your juicy twat, yet have no idea whose finger; to be fondled and sucked and tweaked and licked, yet have no idea whose tongue and teeth; to open my mouth and lips, to feel anonymous cocks spurting their lovely, delicious floods of cum into my throat, to taste unnamed cunts which leave delightful curly hairs stuck to my face and teeth ...

This form of gangbang quickly became a favorite of Sharon and me. It is also one of the few sexual activities to which I was able to introduce Megan; most often, she has led the way for me. There is something about being unable to see what is happening, what is going to happen, and who is involved, that sharpens the other senses to unbelievable heights. I strongly recommend it to those who are interested in exploring the outer limits of sensuality!