Posted by Skids on January 20, 2004 at 16:35 [69.140.107.60]
Story of Becky and Kelly – Part One
Kelly wiped a drop of sweat from the end of her nose and said “That’s the last of it!” to herself. It was the beginning of September and a little warmer than normal – or so it seemed. Moving all those boxes from the car left her exhausted and now she looked at the dorm room and wondered where in the world she would put all of the stuff she had brought.
The sign on the door said that her roommate was Becky. Becky had arrived yesterday and set up her things in her half of the smallish room. She had been exploring the campus by herself when Kelly arrived and unloaded. Now, almost as if she had waited until all the carrying was done, she popped through the door and introduced herself, “Hi! I’m Becky!”.
All thoughts of unpacking were cast aside and the two 18 year old girls each flopped onto the bare mattresses of their beds and began to get acquainted. The questions flew: “Where are you from?” “How many brothers and sisters?” “What was your high school like?” Within an hour they knew more about one another than most boys would ever know about their own lifelong best friends.
As the conversation slowed a bit each girl appraised the other. Kelly had dark red hair, some freckles, and a very light complexion that, along with her name, immediately gave notice of her Irish heritage. She was neat and trim with perky, small breasts. Her T-shirt said “Panthers” across the front, her high school team mascot, and was damp with perspiration. Her tight khaki shorts rode up her thighs a bit and she unconsciously tugged them down every minute or two.
Becky was every bit as pretty as Kelly, but in a completely different way. She had more curves and a deep tan – Kelly understood the tan because Becky had worked at a public pool all summer as a lifeguard. When Becky walked around the pool in her one-piece suit all the males from 12 to 60 stopped what they were doing to surreptitiously watch her go by. Today her breasts pushed hard at the fabric of her shirt, a shirt too tight by a full size in her mothers opinion but just right in her own.
Cautiously the two girls began to explore the more important areas of their lives. They talked about boyfriends and best friends, about proms and dates. They laughed and giggled and began to trust each other. By dinner time the boxes were still full but they each felt that they had a new friend to cling to as they were adrift in the enormous ocean that the university seemed to be.
After dinner they set about unpacking the boxes. Becky showed Kelly how she had stored her winter clothes way up there and her fall things down in the drawers. They set up her computer quickly – both had used PC’s since they were small children. Becky had brought a TV and Kelly a refrigerator and that worked out just fine. Both had brought microwave ovens and Kelly dragged her smaller used unit back out to the trunk of the car to go home when she next made the trip.
In all of the moving about in the room Kelly repeatedly noticed that Becky was wearing Victoria’s Secret pink panties - the scalloped waist band of the panties was clearly visible every time she bent over. Kelly was a little embarrassed to herself – embarrassed that she had noticed the pink panties and that she was a bit tingly about it. Panties are just underwear, right? Everybody wears underwear, right? “Why do I keep looking then?” she thought to herself.
The evening hours passed quickly but the dorm was rocking – the floor had 200 young ladies who were truly on their own for the first time and many of them seemed able only to celebrate this new freedom by making a great deal of noise in the hallways. At midnight the noise still made it impossible to sleep (truth be told – it was both the noise and the nervousness that comes with sleeping in a new place in a different bed) so Kelly decided to take a shower. There was a small sink in the room for washing up but the toilets and showers were down at the end of the hall. Kelly gathered her shampoo and soap and such together, stepped out of her clothing, and wrapped a towel around herself. Becky tried to give her some privacy as she did this by looking in the other direction, into one of her new textbooks, as Kelly undressed. Becky couldn’t help but notice her naked body in the reflection on her computer screen. She closed her eyes but the image lingered.
As Kelly padded down the hall to the bathroom Becky felt pulled out of her own bed. She got up and stretched and almost against her own will moved over to Kelly’s side of the room until she was standing over her roommate’s clothing. After a moment’s hesitation she strode to the door and locked it. She returned to the clothes and picked them up piece by piece. The T-shirt had a musty but pleasant smell from the earlier sweat of the day. The bra, much smaller than her own, still moist and fragrant. She reached down and picked up Kelly’s panties and as she did so a shock ran through her body that jolted her as if she had stuck her finger into one of the electrical outlets. Kelly’s panties had a light brown but easily seen fresh set of skidmarks! Becky lifted the panties to her nose and inhaled deeply. The most personal aromas of Kelly filled her – the light scent of stale pee, a bitter counter-note of poop, a fair amount of sweat. Becky instinctively reached for her crotch to relieve her scorching sexual urge but then panicked – what if Kelly came back and saw her like this?
Becky re-arranged the clothing as it had been before and hurried to the door to un-lock it. She then scurried back to her bed and tried to position herself just as she had been when Kelly had left. Not a minute later Kelly re-appeared fresh from the shower. Her hair hung damp against her head, the towel wrapped tightly around her moist body. “Hey, I’m back!” she said. Becky looked up from her book and tried to act casual, but her heart was thumping. She was thinking “You are so hot!” but out loud just croaked “Great. Was it crowded?”.
“Nope, just one other girl when I got there and just one other one when I left.”
Becky gambled, but she had always been a quick thinker. “I guess I might as well take one now then too.”
As Kelly sat down Becky glimpsed a flash of reddish brown pubic hair and her knees nearly buckled. She thought to herself “What is going on with me?”. She pulled off her blouse and popped off her bra before Kelly could turn away to dry her hair. She noticed Kelly’s eyes linger on her breasts the same way that the boys in high school always did – though Kelly didn’t have to use her imagination the way the boys did. Kelly was a bit stunned by Becky’s beautiful boobs and couldn’t bring herself to look away. As she gazed, speechless, Becky unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties. Her smoothly shaved pussy was a stark white outlined by her swimsuit tan lines. Neither moved for a few moments. Simultaneously Kelly turned for the hair dryer and Becky reached for a towel. “I’ll be back in a few” and out the door she flew.
While she dried her hair Kelly thought about what she had just seen. With the hair dryer in one hand and a comb in the other she absent-mindedly dried her hair, her mind racing with questions, her heart pumping at double speed, her ears and her labia turning red due to her excitement. The towel inched loose and fell away, Kelly paid no attention.
Becky returned and found Kelly charmingly naked and dazed. She dropped her own towel and for a while both were achingly aware of the presence of the naked other while they pretended as best they could to be busy with getting ready for bed. After two minutes of fussing around Becky pulled a light nightgown from a drawer and slid it on. Kelly got up and put on a light cotton pajama set. They turned off the lights and lay in their beds.
“Did you ever go all the way with a boy?”
“No. Did you?”
“No.”
Each took a minute to digest that information.
“What’s the grossest thing you ever did with a boy?” asked Kelly.
“I never did much more than let boys kiss me and grab me a bit through my clothes. I did give Billy Jackson a hand job one time and wouldn’t you know he spewed his gunk all over my dress! That was gross! How about you?”
“I pretty much made them keep their hands to themselves too. One time I went for a long walk with Joey who was two years older than me and way cooler than the boys in my class. We had gone to a park and headed out on a long hiking trail. Wouldn’t you know that way out there I would have go to the bathroom!” said Kelly.
“So? What’s so gross about that? Pee behind a tree or a bush.”
“Well, I had to do number two. Real bad.”
Becky tingled with excitement at this but was puzzled as to why this situation of her friend did that to her. She quietly put a hand under her sheet and a finger on her clit. “What did you do? Find some leaves?”
Giggling a bit nervously Kelly said: “No. I tried to hold it in while we walked back! Every twenty steps or so I had to stop and squeeze my butt cheeks together to keep it from coming out. All the way back to the restrooms of the park! Joey walked behind me so that if I stopped he would know it and not leave me behind – but I think he secretly was just watching to see what would happen!”
Rubbing herself quietly (she hoped) “Did you make it?”
Kelly said “Well, yes and no! Little bits and pieces of poo worked their way out between my cheeks and left my panties a brown stinky mess. It didn’t show much through my shorts unless you were looking real hard – which I’ll bet Joey was! I did drop a pretty good load into the toilet when we finally got there. I just washed myself up as good as I could and threw the panties into the toilet.”
A few moments later, trying to keep her breathing as normal as possible and still gently rubbing her clit Becky asked “Why do you think that might have turned Joey on? Boys are generally interested in only gross things anyway but still, why would peeing or pooping and such turn him on?”
“No clue. Believe it or not the whole thing left me a little turned on! Maybe it’s breaking that first commandment from our parents – keep yourself clean! Wipe carefully! Always wear clean panties in case you get into an accident! I couldn’t really let myself just go in my pants but I might as well have. I got used to the smell real quickly and I sort of, a little bit anyway, kind of liked the dirtiness of the whole thing! Sometimes even now I kind of rebel against my parents, especially my mother, and just refuse to wipe my butt after I go. Somehow I’m getting even with her or something.”
With that declaration Becky suddenly came, her breath ragged and her body twitching. Kelly asked “Are you OK?”.
Becky stammered “Yeah, just stifling a cough.”.
Kelly said: “Well, I hope that wasn’t more disclosure than you bargained for! I don’t want you to think that I’m a dirty slut or anything! I do that only once in awhile and I promise you’ll never even notice! Let’s get some sleep.”
Becky thought to herself – “I’ll be noticing alright. I’ll be noticing!”
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