Jen’s University Chronicles Part 11-Sixty-Nine [FF]

Hey everyone, Jen and Em coming to you from our bed back in the dorms. Yes, for all of you slightly confused by the timeline presented in my comments vs the actual story, she and I just started dating openly even though we’ve been messing around for almost our entire college career. To clear things up, here’s a little timeline:

College Year 1: where we start in the story and where Emily and I start experimenting/having sex
College year 2: still to come in the story, but where Emily publicly comes out as a lesbian, has her family completely oust her, and she begins coming home with me over break
College year 3: Emily tries dating someone, it crashes and burns and I’m there to pick her up and be her friend. Also when I begin to seriously consider the prospect of an “out” relationship with Emily, despite seeing the struggles she’s experienced
College year 4: the year we got an off campus apartment together only to get holed up in the great rona shutdown and remote learning for a year. We privately transition to being “a thing” somewhere partway through when we decide 2 beds in 1 bedroom is a waste of space and go for just 1 bed.
College year 5: present day, Emily gets selected to be an RA and I move into her room with her. At Thanksgiving break (this past week), Emily publicly asks me to be her girlfriend and we both step out of the closet together and live happily ever after.

We obviously have a longggg way to go and a lot of stories still to tell. If at some point you all hate my writing and tell me to stop I may, but at the outset of writing this I intend to cover my whole college career and we’re still in year 1.

With all that out of the way, let’s get back to the fun bits of life! This story finds us just past Halloween, rolling towards Thanksgiving break. Sorry, no sexy Halloween story this year, your girl had the flu and a stomach virus so I spent a great deal of time in my room/bathroom and not getting slutty at a party. So sad.

Emily had discovered my collection of toys. Of course she’d known about the small vibe I’d used on her after the lingerie party, and probably guessed that there were more like it. She wasn’t wrong. One lazy evening when we were both pretty over school for the day, she asked me if I did have others and I replied by taking her hand and opening my dresser drawer. Her eyes went wide at the growing collection of vibes, dildos, plugs and other fun bobbles I had hidden under a plain sweater (I had been curious okay. Try anything once right? At this point I hadn’t even tried everythingI owned, I just kept getting the buy 1 get 2 free deals from everyone’s favorite online toy store). I openly laughed at her reaction, especially when she said that she didn’t even know where all of those went! Apparently, she had never owned a toy, and the one night with the vibe had been a first for her. I asked her if anything looked fun to her and she cautiously picked up a pair of polished silver metal balls, joined by a thin black string, with a 2nd, longer string and a small knot on the end (yes the 50 shades toy, I read the book and wanted to try, shush with your judgies). Even more shyly, she asked if I would show her how to use them.

I giggled slightly when I explained that you walked around with them in to build…well, you know(; The idea of walking around with a sex toy in was both scandalous and slightly erotic to her and when I offered to take her to grab a coffee, she hesitantly agreed. I told her to get those cute little leggings down if she wanted my help, and she laid back on her bed, pulled her leggings down around her ankles and opened her toned runners legs for me. I quickly sprayed them down with a disinfectant spray and then coated them with a light coat of lube from my nightstand. Meanwhile, Emily had begun to lightly tease her clit, building enough arousal to open her tight entrance. I spread the folds of her vagina wide with one hand while slowly slipping each polished ball inside her, one at a time, her pink opening spreading wide to accept each one before clinching back down to hold them inside her. As she pulled her leggings back up, she was already squirming.

As Emily stood up the weights shifted inside her and she was visibly clenching her thighs together, trying to hold them in. I joked that she had to relax a bit, her underwear and tight leggings would hold them in, and that she shouldn’t try to keep them from moving inside her. I took her hand and she mostly held it together walking down the halls of our dorm, squirming every few steps and giggling as we made our way towards the coffee shop. To anyone looking on, we probably looked like a drunk friend and a sober friend trying to get someone home. She stopped me as we made it to the end of the long hall when she said there was no way she could make it across campus to the coffee shop, and begged me to take her home. I acquiesced to her request and we turned around, went back up the flight of stairs and down the long hall to our room.

When we made it back to our room and shut the door, Emily took me by the hand and urgently said she needed me. She kissed me, reaching up and tucking my long brown hair behind my ear as her tongue found mine. In a heartbeat we were a flurry of clothes being pulled off, both our t-shirts tossed aside and sports bras discarded, landing god knows where as I bent down, taking her small b cup breast in my hand as my tongue traced circles around her hardening nipple I pushed her back onto the bed and kissing my way down her firm, muscular abs to the waist band of her leggings, I tucked my fingers into her pants and underwear, pulling them both off together and discarding them along with the rest of our clothes, save my own leggings which I still had on.

I kissed my way down the crease of her bikini line, teasing her with my tongue as I found the swollen nub at the center or her slit as she continued to squirm with the weights tucked inside her. Her breathing came heavy and labored as she moaned my name from her lips as her taste was on mine. She clenched tightly as an orgasm pushed through her and she struggled to clench the polished balls inside her. She sat up and scooted over, making room and inviting me into bed next to her, before declaring that this was a pants-free zone so I was clearly overdressed. I slipped my own leggings to the ground and crawled into bed next to her.

As soon as I was settled in, leaning in for a kiss, she turned away, turning her cute, tight toned butt towards me, stepping over me and quickly spreading my legs as she bent forward, her tongue finding its way between my legs as she sought to bring about my own pleasure and she pressed her soaked vagina against my waiting tongue as she straddled my face. I struggled to focus on the task right in front of my face as Emily’s tongue and fingers played at my own eager entrance as I spread her firm buttcheeks to access hers, the first of the silver balls peeking out as she struggled to hold them in. I cried out in pleasure as 3 of her fingers, quickly pulsing in and out of me in a frantic rhythm matched only by her tongue brought me my sweet release, my fingernails digging into her buttcheeks as I struggled to hold on and brought her to orgasm a second time with my tongue.

She couldn’t clench any longer and the first silver ball slipped out and landed with a light, wet thud against my forehead as I was still trapped between her legs, underneath the source of her pleasure. I laughed and pushed her off me, calling her a dork and she was mortified that she had “just queefed a sex toy onto my head”, her words not mine. I kissed her clit softly once more as I pulled the second polished weight out of her as she let one more soft moan escape her sweet lips. We lay there, utterly spent for a few long minutes and she broke the silence, asking what we were doing.

I told her that I was her little secret, and she could use me to learn and love until she was ready to be herself to the world outside our room. She snuggled up against me and kissed me softly and thanked me for being her best friend, not just in bed, but for caring about her sports, coming out and supporting her when the rest of her friends were too busy to come to her meet, and genuinely caring about how she was doing. We made a pact, silly as it seemed, to be there no matter what…typical teenage girl BFF stuff. Well now, a few years later and she’s still my best friend, I’m dating her, and her initials are the only small tattoo on my body so I guess some pacts are serious, even if they’re made against the pillows after sex.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it was genuinely fun to write! I know I shared a little about myself in terms of identifying information with my tattoo. No you can’t see it, or know what Emily’s initials are. You can only see it if I’m in an incredibly small bikini or naked, so if you know my tattoo, you definitely know who my girlfriend is so I don’t care that you’ve seen it.

As always, the comments and DMs are always open. Back to classes tomorrow but lots of chapters still to come! I hope you have a great night! ♡Jen

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