Private School Lesbian Girlfriends

High on the hill, the stately old buildings stood like ancient monuments to tradition. The clouds moved quickly across the mid-western sky shielding the Roman stone faces only momentarily from the late summer sun. There was no hint of the coming autumn except for the laughter of girls who greeted each other after their summer vacation. Even though it was still sweltering of August heat, the girls knew that summer was over and there would be precious few moments remaining of the freedom they had enjoyed since mid May.

It was Sunday before the first day of private school. Today was arrival day and parents brought their teenage girls, loaded down with bags and boxes. Some brought in their computers and all brought stories of what they had done with their summers. For the returning students, it was a time to get reacquainted. For new students, it was the beginning of a new life and for the uninitiated, the beginning of a tough academic regimen. And other rites as well.

Thirteen year old Karen would be able to handle the academics. She was prepared for that in any case. The rites of this girls’ school… well she was unprepared and unexpecting. But she would do fine. Karen did not arrive with her parents… for her father was not able to be there to settle the girl into her new surroundings. Instead, Karen arrived in a taxi after a long ride from the airport to the nearby city.

Thirteen is a little young to handle the first day of school alone, but she could handle a lot of things. The red haired, freckled face was younger than most high- schoolers but she knew how to handle herself. She strode into the school’s office, presented herself, found where she was to put her things and she took them to the dorm herself.

There, she met Diane… her roommate for this year. After the formalities, and after Karen had taken the remaining bed, desk, and closet left by Diane, the girls explored the campus. Right away, they learned they had two things in common. Neither arrived with a parent and both had never gone to a religious boarding school before.

St Ignatius is a small Catholic high school located in a rural town of a mid-western state. Of the 160 students, most commute to school but there are about 35 residential girls who live in the school’s last remaining dormitory. Economic times are tight and enrollment in the residential program is less than half what it once was. Only Roberts Hall, the one modern building on the half-century old campus, remains open. The other two dorms, cold and drafty are closed and have been converted to other uses.

Of the 35 residents, nearly half are foreign students and the rest are upper class girls whose parents didn’t want them to interfere with their lives or middle class girls whose parents live and work overseas. In all cases, the high school dormers live an institutional life and their real families are not their blood families, but rather other girls similarly situated.

The brochures that St Ignatius sends to parents portray the campus as one of rich tradition, discipline, and heritage. The stately buildings play prominently among the color photos which parents see and those who send their children here expect the school to ingrain those values in the students. But despite the traditional promotion, St Ignatius is no longer a bastion of values now past. For no matter what the structure, the students form the makeup of any school in the nineties.

Times have become more liberal. The students of St Ignatius tend to party hard, to sneak out, attend local keg parties and some are heavily involved in drugs–at least the older ones. Only scholarship, under the guidance of mostly middle aged clerics, remains as it has always been.

***

By the third week of school, the students were deeply immersed into their studies and they had learned their place in the social strata of the student body. The two new girls were becoming fast friends–not that they have all that much in common but because becoming friends with each other was better than having no friends. Karen and Diane were ninth graders –freshmen- – in a segregated world where underclass students had no class at all. This being their first year at St Ignatius, they were put together in a room at the end of the hallway.

Only two other freshmen were dormers, both middle eastern students whose parents supplied them well with oil money. The upper-class dormers tended, at first, to shun freshmen or else to harass them. Clearly, the American newcomers were not welcomed into the group and they were pretty much on their own since the overseas students on study visas tended to stick together in their own clique. That made Karen and Diane fast friends as well as roommates even though their backgrounds were quite different.

Karen’s father was a career naval submariner, an officer who then raised his daughter alone since the girl’s mother had died last winter. St Ignatius solved the executive officer’s problem. Diane, on the other hand, was the only child of an old moneyed couple from Baltimore who spent most of their time spending their inheritance abroad. The Catholic school’s boarding program likewise solved a problem for them as well. Neither of the girls were prepared for institutional life but they had no choice in the matter.

Adolescence is a time of a great deal of change in a girl’s life. Not only does she cope with the loss of family but also the loss of childhood innocence. Innocence is replaced with growing up, growing into maturity and when girls do it alone, they find their way as best they can.

At St Ignatius, there was little talk about homosexuality other than adolescent lesbian jokes. The Americans laughed at them and took great care to put forth the most conservative image at the school. Social ways of the overseas students, being what they were, probably tended to ostracize the foreigners. For Asian girls felt quite comfortable hanging on each other, even hugging much like American schoolgirls do. Whether the overseas students were sexually involved with each other, no one else knew. Or much cared.

For the local students who lived at home with families, social outlets were easier. Their lives and friends were well established long before they entered the girls’ high school. But for the American boarding students, there were no such roots and that’s the way it often is at private schools, especially religious ones which tend to isolate them from normal heterosexual relationships. The segregation does not necessarily mean girls will turn to each other for many girls will experiment with each other anyway. But the isolation tends to encourage it. And Diane and Karen were no exception.

Freshman year was the first time Karen and Diane had ever lived with other girls for they had lived at home before… Karen with her mother and Diane who had lived in an upper-class mansion until her parents decided they wanted to travel. The girls were literally thrown together in that room at the end of Roberts Hall and pretty much ignored by the rest of the students.

The bravado of the others bothered Diane who had learned more than a year before in Baltimore that sex with girls was far better than no sex at all. She’d learned from a close friend back east all about mutual masturbation. But she was very careful at St Ignatius and for more than a month, she even waited quietly for Karen to go to sleep before she silently stroked her own pussy in her bed. Diane was an average looking girl of 15. Her shoulders were slight, and her breasts were developing well for her age.

About the only tradition from childhood that she retained was her music. She held onto her piano because she was successful, even quite accomplished, having had an excellent Baltimore teacher. Here, she practiced on a piano donated by her father and it was of much better quality than the ever-untuned school upright. She wouldn’t make much progress this year because already, she was better than anyone in the town, including the school’s music teacher whose qualifications, St Ignatius had misled Diane’s parents about.

No longer into the classics, Diane spent time now learning contemporary music. Now away from her parents, she was growing her brown hair as long as the school would allow.

Karen, raised in Norfolk’s dependent family quarters, was much more disciplined than most of the students. She was young, still not yet 14, and bright for her father had driven her to excel in studies. She was not very good at sports, even though her Navy father had driven her to succeed in that as well but Karen was not large enough or physical enough.

She took more after her mother — mental, sensitive, and more slender in size. And her breasts had only barely begun to grow. She was sensitive about her breasts, self-conscious even, especially around Diane. She really admired Diane’s body, especially her breasts and now for the first time, she began to wonder about the strange sensations she had begun to feel in those secret areas of her blooming body.

Karen was glad in many ways to be far away from Norfolk though she missed her mother a great deal and was only now getting over her failing health and resulting death. She was an attractive girl but still had a childlike appearance for she was only beginning to enter puberty… a classic late bloomer and had not yet even touched her pussy, sexually, for the first time. Her face and breasts were even more girlish than her age would tell.

Her green, sparkling eyes, freckled upturned nose and quiet demeanor wrote innocence all over her. Karen was younger by more than a year than most freshmen because she was so bright. She had skipped two grades– one in grade school and one in junior high. While Karen could easily compete academically, socially she was left behind.

During the third week of school, Diane, as was her ritual, patiently waited until her new roommate had settled to sleep. As Diane waited, she fantasized about having sex with her friend in Baltimore during the summer. Diane recounted every detail about her sex play with her best friend as they’d done so many times on sleepovers and she could wait no longer.

She raised her knees upwards under her covers, lifted her hips up from the mattress and slipped her cotton underpants over her ass and slid them up towards her knees. This night, her finger slipped and the elastic slapped against Diane’s thighs. It was the familiar sound that Karen knew. Karen was not asleep and recognizing what she had heard, her girlish curiosity made her stone quiet–but well awake.

The room was such that Karen was closest to the window. Diane glanced over to see if her roommate was asleep but she couldn’t really see Karen’s face at all. The window light was behind Karen, leaving the younger girl’s face in total darkness. The 15-year-old Diane could only see the outside light play across the top of Karen’s blanket. She assumed Karen was dug in, under them and probably turned away. But in fact, the 13- year-old was facing Diane and could see her quite well. Diane was reasonably well lit by the distant glow of an outside yard light.

Again, Diane looked towards the other bed after making the elastic noise. Not seeing the younger girl move, Diane slipped one leg out of her panties and began fingering herself. Karen was but four feet away in a bed next to Diane’s and she watched and listened as Diane worked to control her breathing and stroke her 15-year-old pussy with one hand while rubbing her breasts with the other.

Karen could not see the other girl’s tits for the covers kept them away from view. But in the dim light of the room, the younger girl knew Diane was playing with herself and she must have really liked it because her eyes were closed and she was breathing irregularly. Karen knew that rubbing one’s nipples and little-girl slit gave pleasure but she had been corrected about that many years before by her mother who had told her not to play with herself in the bathtub.

Still, her curiosity was definitely aroused. Yet, at this point, there was nothing else. After Diane stroked her teen pussy for several minutes, she slowed her pace and Karen could hear a wet crackling sound which she could not identify. Diane’s pussy was now slippery with her arousal and she loudly fingered it. She ignored the sounds for, by now, the older girl’s pleasure made her oblivious to her surroundings including the possibility that her self-inflicted passion might wake up her new roommate. And too, she wasn’t sure she even cared. For Diane, sex was part of life.

Now deep in pleasure and approaching orgasm, Diane paid no attention even to the covers which had concealed her finger play. The sheet and blanket slipped over her knees and now Karen could see Diane naked all the way to her ankles. Karen was getting her first look at female masturbation. The dim light revealed Diane’s tit-rubbing and finger-fucking and Karen could easily make out the size of Diane’s tits. And to her, they were beautiful! The younger girl even leaned up for a better, more level-eyed look and her eyes were well accustomed to the low light level. She even blinked, struggling to get a more contrasting view of what was happening in the next bed.

As Diane continued giving herself pleasure, she thought about Karen in the next bed. Karen, physically, wasn’t real great looking but Diane had seen her naked in the shower and she fantasized back and forth, visualizing being naked with her nearly flat-chested friend from back east and having Karen in bed with her, kissing her. Diane wondered if Karen was really asleep. It crossed her mind, almost wishfully that Karen was watching and in fact would crawl out of her bed into Diane’s. And if she was watching, Diane thought, well so what?

Finally, Diane entered the final throes of orgasm and her hips flexed with each spasm. And she relaxed, warm and spent. Karen tried to be as quiet as she could as she laid her head back to her own pillow but she continued watching her new friend as her breath slowed to a more normal rate. And she watched carefully as Diane lowered her legs, reached for a T-shirt and placed it between her steaming legs, then closed her legs with her hands in her crotch. Diane had finally realized that in her passion she had uncovered herself. She pulled the covers quickly over her body and glanced once again at Karen.

Karen shut her eyes in an instant. She was glad she witnessed the sexual event but, on the other hand, she felt somewhat guilty for she knew she had violated her roommate’s privacy. Karen thought about how much she hated being watched while sitting in the girls’ bathroom stalls. And how she never could understand why all schools take the doors off to prevent privacy at such a personal moment.

But her thoughts returned to what she had seen and she wondered how it must have felt to make Diane so oblivious to the fact that she wasn’t alone when she did it. Karen decided she would remain motionless so as not to let on that she had been awake. But she couldn’t help herself. Her left hand found its way to her own panties and she put her fingers against her own mound – -only on the outside–and gently stroked herself.

The pleasant feeling that she gave herself was only a hint of what she would learn later. But now, Karen’s programmed self-discipline told her she shouldn’t be doing this and she stopped. Her mind turned then to her mother, and in the loss of missing her and of her homesickness for the way things used to be. She drifted off to sleep.

***

In the next moment, the room was bathed with morning light and both girls’ sleep was jarred with the 6:45 buzzer. It was wakeup time. The sounds of Roberts Hall remained subdued only for a few minutes until the dormies could steal no more relaxed procrastination. Karen heard feet paddle to the bathroom, and then a radio turned on to rock music across the hall. And then busier sounds as the girls got up to ready themselves for breakfast and school.

Karen could wait no longer; her discipline forced her out of bed and she jumped up and reached for her towel and soap. She made her bed and laid her toiletries neatly at its foot, adding her toothpaste and brush to the tidy stack.

Karen glanced at Diane, only beginning to stir.

“Lets go, Diane,” the younger girl cajoled. “We’ll be late for breakfast!” Karen went through this daily morning ritual with Diane who always indulged herself with every last moment of bedtime. Finally Diane kicked off her covers and rolled over and out of bed. Karen’s eyes shifted to gaze on Diane’s breasts in a way different than she had done before.

The older girl had put her panties back on and while Diane’s back was turned, Karen stared at her smooth round ass-cheeks. When Diane had fished a fresh pair of panties and her own shower items, she turned around and Karen glanced away from the study of her roommate’s alluring body.

The girls left the room and walked together to the shower where each morning they bathed together. Other girls came and went and the ninth graders stripped and strolled into the tiled room. Karen felt more self conscious this morning and she couldn’t quite figure the changed feeling she had for Diane, her only friend at school. The girls always soaped and showered together, laughing and talking about all sorts of things.

But this morning, Karen stole more than a few looks at Diane’s body as she thought about what she’d seen the night before. Karen noticed how beautifully shaped Diane’s breasts were but she was careful not to stare except when her roommate held her face under the shower stream and couldn’t see her do it. Karen otherwise looked elsewhere, or directly into Diane’s face… making sure her eyes weren’t seen looking downward. But Karen noticed something else. She noticed that Diane felt no embarrassment about her own naked body… nor did she feel that way about looking at Karen’s. In fact, Karen noticed for the first time that Diane looked at Karen’s chest and between her legs more than a few times too.

The girls finished their showers, headed for the dressing room and got dressed. Karen was preoccupied with the new thinking she had about Diane and when Diane talked about something or cracked a joke, Karen responded appropriately but she was thinking on two wave lengths — partly about what they were talking about and partly with viewing Diane as a sexual being. As the girls sat down to eat breakfast, Karen even stared at Diane’s fingers as she ate… thinking that those fingers had played with her wet pussy the night before.

Diane wondered if Karen was so quiet this morning because she had seen her play with herself the night before. But Karen gave few signs of her mental preoccupation. In fact, Diane’s inane breakfast table chatter and informality finally distracted Karen from what she was thinking. As the morning progressed, the ninth graders labored through first hour algebra, second hour language arts, and then biology. The class lectures and expected discipline kept Karen occupied for she was used to paying attention and pouring herself into the studies.

Biology was different, though. For the girls did not sit in rows of desks but rather on stools in a large freshman- sophomore biology lab-room. They were at black topped lab tables and the setting was more relaxed.

Rachael was the dormies’ prefect. At 23, Rachael was fresh out of school herself. She had just graduated from college and lived in the dormitory with the boarding students. He was like a resident counselor, in charge of keeping order, supervising studies and being an advisor to the girls. By day, Rachael was expected to act as a classroom aide where needed. Among her regular duties was to act as lab assistant in biology. Today she was leading biology study and the subject this first part of the semester was about as boring as it could be. The study of cells. Specifically today, cellular reproduction. Karen was trying to take readable and complete notes, like she always did.

Diane, on the other hand, continually whispering jokes when the prefect wasn’t looking in the girls’ direction. Blobs, he called the blackboard drawings. As Rachael stood at the front of the class reading her notes aloud (Rachael hadn’t taught enough to be able to ad lib a lecture very well,) Diane distracted her with another soft wisecrack.

The prefect finally had enough from the back of the room. “Diane… what’s so funny?” Rachael loudly asked.

“Nuthin’s funny… it just seems like cells must have a pretty boring life… they reproduce but they don’t have sex.” Diane was loud and confident, expecting a laugh from his classmates. And she got it.

Rachael one upped her. “Asexual.” Rachael declared. “It’s like they have sex with themselves.” More laughter.

“I’m sure some of you know about THAT!” Rachael smiled, “DON’T you, Diane?” That one brought the class to an uproar. All eyes turned to the 15-year-old who was not about to be made the butt of the joke. Diane took both her hands and mimed that she was fucking herself with a large dildo. Only in a girls’ school could a girl get away with that and only with a prefect like Rachael. The class went nearly out of control with laughter and Diane enjoyed the credit for it. Karen laughed as well but she was not really laughing inside. In fact, for a few seconds, Karen sort of wished she were sitting at another table… for she had indeed seen Diane using her fingers on herself. And she wasn’t sure that it was a joking matter. But she laughed at the absurdity.

After the class settled down and turned its attention back to the class, Diane elbowed her young roommate. Karen smiled back at her friend, but somewhat self- consciously. Diane was enjoying this.

“Yeah, well YOU know how I really do it.” she whispered very softly and close to Karen’s ear. Karen was a little confused by Diane’s comment and her freckled face flushed. Karen was POSITIVE that Diane had not realized she was being spied upon.

Not knowing what to say, Karen went back to note taking as Rachael went off explaining the less humorous points of nuclear division. Karen was making sketches from the black- board.

Diane scribbled a note, folded it and in a secretive manner, slipped it to Karen. Karen thought that was curious since there was no need to be secretive… no one was around them to see it. Karen took the note and in a similar secretive manner slowly opened it, as if she was looking at a face down card in a poker game.

“I know you watched me last night.” the note read.

Karen was floored. She stared at the piece of notebook paper for several seconds as she wondered what to say. Finally she just looked up. She was surprised to see Diane smiling at her, and it was a pretty arrogant smile at that. The younger girl wasn’t quite sure WHAT to say. She did respond with a contagious but self- conscious grin. And Karen was worried that Diane was probably offended she’d been spied upon.

“I-I’m sorr…” the girl looked downward and whispered. But Diane knew exactly what she was doing and she touched Karen’s arm gently and interrupted.

“Don’t be, Kay.” Diane had never called Karen by her nickname before. “I did it on PURPOSE… well, sort of. I was kinda wondering if you were awake. And if you were, I didn’t mind.”

Karen said nothing. She didn’t know what to say next. And at that moment, she didn’t HAVE to for the class- period buzzer sounded and third hour was over.

The girls were off to lunch. The silence between them was almost painful even though the hallway was filled with laughter and talking and noisy metallic lockers. As the girls stood in the short lunch-line, they said little other than things anticipating what the menu would be like today.

The girls sat down with their trays and they spent a silent moment putting ketchup on their corndogs and picking out fresh fruit.

“I guess I shouldn’t have given you that note, Kay.” Diane finally broke the ice.

Karen paused. “Well, I don’t know,” she started, wondering what to say exactly. “I was kinda feeling bad about watching you but I’ve only heard of it… I’ve never actually DONE it.”

Diane wanted to make her friend more at ease. Really what she wanted to do was get Karen to fool around with her like her friend in Baltimore used to do. So Diane too was trying to carefully choose her words… even though she was usually more comfortable talking about it–and certainly making jokes about it.

“It’s fun… hell… everybody does it. It’s incredible.” Diane continued eating lunch. As Diane looked across the table, she saw Karen pressing her lips around a particularly juicy peach, and it was dripping down her chin. And she blurted out a comment that caused Karen to forever look at eating a peach differently.

“Have you ever thought how sucking a peach sounds so much like something else?” Diane laughed and very purposely took a bite out of her peach.

Both girls started snickering… and then laughing. And laughing harder. Karen blushed, partly from the laughter and partly because she visualized the picture Diane had quite explicitly wanted her to.

Diane kept it up. “I suppose you won’t be able to finish that!” They laughed again. Diane was clearly in control though and she took another bite except she tongued the soft meat inside her peach before she did… this dumbfounded the younger girl who started laughing again. Diane was making Karen more at ease with the subject.

“I cant believe you did that.” Karen whispered between giggles.

“You probably can’t believe I let you watch last night, either.” Diane was a little more serious now but Karen had loosened up some. “Look, Kay… we’re tight. I think it’d be fun to do it together.”

Karen rolled her eyes. “Whew!” she said, “I dunno. I’ve never even done it MYSELF.”

Diane pressed her. “That would make it even more fun.” She looked carefully at Karen’s face and seeing that there was still friendship and not disgust, she went on. “Let’s not talk about it anymore… just think about it. If you want to… great. I’ll teach you. If you don’t, well just don’t look next time.”

Karen nodded and searched for another subject but she couldn’t think of one. “Rachael was sure funny in biology… that crack about cells.”

“I know,” Diane said. “She’s cool… she knows what’s going on. I bet she does it every night cuz she’s got a private room.”

The girls finished eating. Juicy fruit gone, the symbolism was gone and so there was no more laughter. They finished and headed for their afternoon block of classes. There was no more sex talk for the afternoon. Diane decided she had gone far enough–if not too far.

Karen tried to concentrate on her studies but at moments throughout the day, she thought about her roommate’s proposition. She kicked around what she’d heard about lesbians, about what her mother had told her about playing with herself, about the excitement that Diane had obviously given herself the night before and that it was apparent that masturbation was, at least among her peers, socially acceptable. Mostly what she was, was curious. And she remembered being in the shower with Diane this morning, both of them bare, sneaking looks at each other’s bodies, and feeling a very pleasant tingling in that private part of her body.

The girls, who spend their entire class days together, parted after school. Diane went to the Little Theater to practice her piano. Karen always made an early start on her homework or she went to the student lounge for video games or listening to the CD-jukebox.

They rejoined at dinner and conversation was lighter, and with several other students who joined them at the table. After dinner, the girls paired up again and wandered around the campus before watching some TV and then returning to their room for studies. St. Ignatius’s academic program kept all the students busy; Diane and Karen often worked on their class-work together and, generally, Diane got the best end of the arrangement because the younger girl was a better student.

It was nearly ten and the open books on their study tables were biology. And asexual reproduction. As the girls answered their questions on their worksheets, the jokes and side comments from earlier in the day returned. It was slightly strained in that Karen didn’t labor on the matter for she had remained undecided about whether to take Diane’s offer. She realized that bedtime was very quickly approaching and she knew that, after last night, things would be different. Once the worksheets for tomorrow were completed, Diane slammed the book, put it in her book-bag and threw it on the floor.

“Enough of this shit… I’m crashing,” she said.

Karen exhaled, not knowing what was going to happen next and she sort of wished that it would be nothing. Even so, there was a slight bit of anticipation for she wanted to know more about sex. Diane took off her shoes, blouse, and skirt, and then after standing for a moment in her bra and panties, she unsnapped her bra and slipped it off over her shoulders. Then with a quick smile to Karen, she bent over and slid her panties down her legs and off her feet. Then with her nubile breasts bouncing firmly and pointing upward she gathered her towel and soap and announced that she was going to take a shower.

“Tonight?” Karen asked. “You NEVER shower at night.”

“Well, I am tonight.” Diane knew the next few minutes would be crucial to her plans. “You can too, if you want.” With that Diane walked out of the room and down the hall towards the shower room.

Karen remained alone… for a moment or two she realized that if she didn’t go, Diane would take that to mean her answer was no. If she DID go take a shower, Diane would take it as “yes.” And Karen still wasn’t sure. She really did want to be talked into it and she also wanted the chance to be able to say “no.” Karen exhaled, grabbed her towel and headed down the hall.

Diane had wasted no time… she’d shed her towel, gotten wet, and her jiggling tits and lightly haired mound were already covered in a rich film of soap foam when Karen walked in. Diane secretly smiled when she saw Karen, realizing the significance of Karen’s presence here.

“Sometimes I do this late at night just to clear my mind and get a fresh perspective on something,” Diane uttered, with her face upturned in the shower spray. Karen was awestruck by Diane’s almost statuesque beauty, and she stood nearly mesmerized as Diane continued washing her body with her hands.

Diane’s hands roamed across her breasts, sliding her erect nipples through her fingers. Then as she began to rinse off the soap, she seemed to let her fingers linger longer than necessary in her pussy area. But she didn’t remain; instead she finished rinsing off, dried herself and headed back for the room.

Karen too made short work of her shower although she was distracted by a couple of the foreign students who likewise bathed in the evening. The 13-year-old found herself stealing looks at their girlish bodies too. Their pussies had much less hair than hers — or Diane’s. Theirs were almost bare! And she did not see the firm bouncy breasts capped by pink nipples on the Asian girls that she had seen on her roommate.

For these girls’ breasts were barely noticeable as breasts at all. But Karen suddenly realized that she was getting turned on by looking at their budding bosoms just the same. She noticed her own nipples getting erect as the two little Asian girls would steal glances in Karen’s direction and turn and giggle to themselves. Karen had never really noticed other girls in this way. But her curiosity was up.

In short order, Karen too was finished and had headed back for the last door in the hallway. It was already lights-out time. Diane was in bed and Karen quickly put away her things and got into bed also. Both girls were in their clean T-shirts and panties and fresh from showers. Turning on her night light, Karen started to read while Diane just lay there quietly.

The girls could hear Rachael stopping by each room, saying good night, visiting with some of the girls during the nightly bed-check. It was part of her job. Halfway through the ritual, Rachael knocked twice on their door, opened it, counted bodies, said good night, and shut it. She was on to the last row of rooms and the girls knew that now, they were alone for the night.

The silence between the girls was, well, anticipatory. Diane considered how she would approach the subject and Karen wondered how she might do it and what she might say.

“So… Kay.” Diane began. “You helped me with biology tonight… if you want, its time we do some lab-work.”

Both girls started snickering.

“Well, I was wondering how you were gonna bring it up,” Karen laughed.

“But I didn’t figure you’d say THAT!”

“Hey… we’re studying asexual reproduction… You help me with the worksheets, and I’ll help you with the lab.”

Diane sat up in bed. “C’mon, girl,” she pressed. “It’s time you learned what your missing. Shit, I’ve been doing this since I was twelve and you’re almost fourteen.”

“Well… ” Karen was getting ready to chicken out for she hadn’t been well convinced.

Diane got up out of bed and went over to Karen’s. “We’ll just call it, um… GIRLology.” Karen smiled but she didn’t move. Diane took her roommate’s book out of her hand and put it on the night stand. Then she reached up and turned out the nightlight. “There,” Diane went on. “That’s better.” In the darkness, Diane reached up and pulled the covers off of her roommate. Karen sat up and slid back for Diane was getting into Karen’s bed. They sat facing each other but neither could see the other for their eyes were not yet used to the dim window-light.

“This is weird,” Karen whispered.

“No,” Diane replied. “Nuthin’s weird if it feels good and playing with your pussy feels good–and better with a good friend.”

Karen found some satisfaction that Diane had called her a good friend, though she still wasn’t sure even good friends should be so friendly. But she did feel secure enough for, after all, this wasn’t her idea.

Their eyes were getting accustomed to the light now and Karen watched as Diane took the lead by sitting up in the bed and pulling off her T-shirt. Then leaning up on her knees, she slid her panties down and slipped them off. Karen felt slightly invaded, having her roommate sitting naked on her bed but she was rolling with it, at least for now. Karen could see the dark form of Diane’s perky breasts… and she could see the nipples were already stiff, like the night before.

“Your turn, Kay.” Diane whispered. “C’mon lets have some fun”