Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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She was awakened by her roommate shaking her and whispering to her to please get up. They had argued earlier that evening about the call from her step mother demanding that she leave her boarding school in London and return to Chicago immediately. She must be there on her 18th birthday tomorrow because there was some problem with her father’s will and she would not be returning to school in London even though she was only two weeks from graduation. Her roommate was angry with her for not arguing more strongly to stay at school or at least to come back and finish out the term.

“I’m sorry to have argued with you last night. It was unfair of me but the thought of you never returning and us never seeing you again just upset me so much.”

“Stop it, I don’t want to continue this argument it’s only four o’clock in the morning and I need to be at the airport by eight o’clock.”

“I didn’t wake you to argue with you I wanted to give you your birthday present now instead of being hurried in the morning.I want you to open it when it is just the two of us so you can put it in your bag.” She handed the package to her which was wrapped in paper of delicate violets with a matching purple ribbon. “It’s a book. I had to have someone buy it for me when we had our last shopping trip in the city. You’ll see why when you open it.”

She smiled and opened the book and looked at the cover. Erotica for Women, 1934. “You didn’t. You did.” She said as she began leafing through the pages and giggling.

Her roommate reached up and brushed the hair out of her face. “I wanted to get you something that was like the stories we sometimes tell each other. The stories I enjoyed telling you. She let her hand linger in her hair and touched her face. “I’ll miss you so much. I wish you didn’t have to go. We might never be able to see each other again with you so far away in America. Lay back and read one of the stories to me.”

She adjusted the small lamp so that it would be shining on the book when she laid down. She began to read, giggling at some of the references at first and then becoming a little more bold with her reading. She was reading about a woman describing the feeling of a man touching her breasts when she felt her roommate begin to lift the gown up her leg. She stopped reading and pushed her gown back down.

“Please, I may never get to see you again. I just want to touch you. Read more of the story while I touch you. You can pretend I am a man if you need to. It doesn’t matter to me. As long as you let me touch you I’ll be happy.”

She started to read and again felt her gown being lifted. She did not stop her this time and did not need to pretend she was anyone other than who she was. They had shared the last four years together. Sleeping in the same room and touching themselves in their separate beds as they shared stories about what it must be like for a man to touch them.

She felt the light touch of her roommate’s hands as her roommate pushed her gown higher to expose her underwear. It felt so good as her roommate slid her fingers up and down across the fabric of her underwear and then slid them through one of the leg holes to touch her skin. Her roommate leaned forward and kissed her underwear covering her mound and then moved her fingers to the top of the underwear to slide it down. “I want to see what it looks like. I want to see where I am touching you to make sure I put my fingers in the right places.” She wanted her touch to continue so she lifted herself up from the bed to allow her roommate to remove her underwear.

The soft stroking continued and her roommate talked to her about what she was doing. “You are different from me. Your hair is more curly and very soft.” She could feel her roommate winding her fingers through the curls of her pubic hair softly tugging on it as she move across all of it. This tugging created the most amazing feeling which spread throughout her genitals and she could feel herself become wet.

“Oh, that feels very nice. Please keep doing it. You can do more things too if you want but please don’t hurt me.” She said as she spread her legs.

She could feel her roommates fingers moving lower spreading her lips perhaps to look more closely at her, “I would never hurt you. I love you.” Her roommate said as she began to stroke other parts of her more deeply between her legs, rubbing her fingers in circles over the most sensitive parts. “You’re getting very wet. Is what I am doing making you feel that good?”

“Yes, that feels even better. Even better than when I touch myself.”

She heard her roommate inhale deeply. “You smell like wet flowers after it has rained.”

Then she felt something more wet than herself touch deep between her legs. She realized it was her roommates tongue licking her. Even though this felt better than anything she had ever known she tensed up.

“I’m sorry you smelled so good I had to taste you. You taste amazing and the way you feel on my tongue when I move it across you is wonderful. Please let me do more.”

She spread her legs wider so she could answer her without saying anything and put her hands under her gown pushing it up further so she could rub her own breasts. “Do more. It feels so good.” Her roommate started again and this time with more intense movements of her tongue. The movements were so intense that she was quietly moaning which made her roommate go faster and press harder. She shuddered and pulled the pillow over her face so she would not scream out loud. She didn’t want anyone to come in and stop them. She could feel a throbbing between her legs as the intense feeling subsided and she relaxed feeling spent.

Her roommate moved up on the bed to lay next to her and began kissing her and opening her mouth with her tongue. For the first time she tasted her own sweetness that had flowed between her legs. With each thrust of her roommates tongue she began to feel tears stream down her face. She felt as if she never wanted to leave this room, this bed. ©