“I want you,” he whispered, hands making their way under the hem of her shirt. His palms were hot against her skin as they moved upwards to unhook her bra. She let him. She’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted this man, wanted to feel him against her, inside her. She’d been waiting for him so long…
The noise woke her from her reverie. Eighteen year-old Ashley Walker rolled over as soon as the door to their dorm room opened. She didn’t feel like talking to her roommate, not yet anyway. She needn’t have bothered with the charade. Gina was obviously preoccupied.
“I think your roommate’s here,” a very male whisper immediately confirmed Ashley’s suspicion and she resisted the urge to put her hands over her ears.
“Is that a problem?” Nineteen year-old Gina Kane’s voice was a low purr.
The guy made a strangled sound as Gina reached into his pants. The brunette tossed back her coffee-colored locks and laughed, a throaty sound that made the shaft in her hand swell. Gina’s emerald eyes sparkled as she dragged her conquest back to her bed.
Ashley squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sounds from across the room. Gina was as vocal in bed as she was in everything else. The younger girl felt her cheeks burn as the sound of flesh against flesh filled the room, punctuated by the pairs’ words.
“Come on, harder,” Gina’s voice was breathless.
Ashley had heard her friend masturbating enough to know that the other woman was close to climax. Then the guy swore, a long, drawn-out sound that Ashley knew meant he’d finished.
“Aw, fuck, sorry,” his voice was low and Gina’s response was even lower. Whatever Gina said must’ve made the guy feel better. “All right. See you tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Gina’s tone was light. As soon as the door shut, she spoke again. “Did your night go any better than mine?”
Ashley rolled back over to her friend. She brushed back a few butterscotch curls that had escaped her braid. “No, it didn’t.”
“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry,” Gina sat up, completely oblivious to the fact that her shirt was hanging open, small tan breasts peeking out from behind the crimson material.
The blonde flushed, powder blue eyes darting away. “It’s all right. I’m just not that girl, Gina.”
“What girl?” Gina’s expression was suddenly serious.
“You know, the sexy girl,” Ashley mumbled as she sat up. She wrapped her arms around her knees.
“Ashley,” Gina’s tone was scolding. “You’re a very sexy woman. Don’t talk about yourself that way.”
“Gina,” Ashley’s eyes went back to her friend, the subject overcoming her embarrassment. “Look at you,” she gestured at the brunette’s silk shirt and short black skirt, the long legs and slender figure. “And then look at me.” Ashley motioned to the pink flannel pajamas she wore, her own short curvy body and inelegantly braided hair.
“I’m looking,” Gina stood and crossed to Ashley’s bed. She knelt in front of her friend. “I see you, Ashley, and you are sexy.”
“Then why doesn’t Mark want me?” Ashley sniffled, fighting back the tears.
“You just need to learn how to use what you have,” Gina reached up and took a curl between her fingers.
“And how do you propose I do that?” Ashley was aware that she sounded petulant.
“I’ll teach you,” Gina whispered, rising up, eyes locked with Ashley’s. The moment their lips touched, Ashley jerked back.
“What’re you doing?” Ashley’s eyes were wide. “I’m not gay.”
“So close-minded,” Gina grinned as she stood. “I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend.” She gestured towards the door. “I was the one just fucking a guy.”
Ashley still looked doubtful.
“I’m offering to teach you how to do what I do,” Gina ran a finger down between her breasts. “How to capture a guy’s attention, how to hold it. How to seduce the man you want and how to please him.” Her voice had taken on a hypnotic quality.
The blonde swallowed hard, eyes following Gina’s finger. She nodded, shoving aside the doubts that were cropping up.
“All right,” Gina switched moods again, now business-like and brisk. “First thing’s first. You have had sex before, right?”
“Yes,” Ashley snapped, face red. When Gina raised an eyebrow, she grudgingly amended. “A couple of times with my high school boyfriend.”
“All right,” Gina nodded. “Let’s get started.” She slipped her shirt off her shoulders. When Ashley turned her face away, Gina reached down and grasped the blonde’s chin, turning Ashley’s face back her way. “Rule number one, you must be comfortable with your own body, with everybody.”
“I’m comfortable with my body,” Ashley shifted, actions contradicting her words.
“Really?” Gina released Ashley’s chin. “Take off your clothes.”
“Take off your clothes,” Gina repeated. She took a step back.
Ashley flattened her mouth into a thin line. Determined to prove her friend wrong, she unbuttoned her top and pulled it off, revealing full, heavy breasts, pale milky-white with rose-colored nipples. Flush stained her skin as she kicked off her bottoms, leaving her clad in only a pair of plain white cotton panties. “There. Happy?”
“Better,” Gina clarified. “Sit back.”
Ashley scooted back, hands instinctively covering her breasts. When Gina climbed on the bed, skirt rucking up enough to give Ashley a glimpse of the shadow between the brunette’s legs, Ashley shied away.
“Relax,” Gina chuckled as she settled into a sitting position. “When you’re trying to seduce a man, trying to convince him to seduce you, you need to use your assets. Know how to show your body, how to work your body. It’s about how you move, not how much skin you show.” She ran a hand up, over her stomach, to cup her right breast. She rolled one carmel-colored nipple between her finger and thumb, hardening it, pulling on it. “And if you don’t know how to turn yourself on, how are you going to turn him on?”
Ashley’s lips were parted, breathing in quick pants, eyes glued to Gina’s hand. When the brunette’s hand moved towards her, she froze, part of her screaming at her to move, that Gina was a woman and she didn’t want a woman’s touch. Another part of her, smaller but louder, didn’t want to move, wanted to feel Gina’s touch for more than what the brunette was offering. Emerald locked with blue as Gina’s fingers brushed over Ashley’s skin. The younger woman’s breath stuttered.
“You need to know how you want him to touch you,” Gina was leaning forward, voice soft, as if speaking to a skittish animal. “Is it a light touch?” Gina’s fingertips ghosted over the creamy skin and Ashley shivered. “Or does something different pull at your more primal urges?” Ashley yelped as Gina tweaked a nipple.
Gina ran her hand up Ashley’s neck and cupped the younger woman’s cheek. “You can tell him so much with just a kiss. Make your first kiss everything you want him to know about you, whether you initiate it or not.”
Ashley knew what was coming and she found herself leaning forward, ever so slightly. When Gina’s lips brushed against hers, she closed her eyes. The older girl’s lips were soft, far more so than any boy’s. Gina controlled the kiss, parting the blonde’s lips, tongue lightly tracing Ashley’s bottom lip. When Gina pulled back, Ashley sighed, eyes slowly opening.
“Do you want him to be gentle? Is he the type of man who will be attracted to someone he can protect, can rescue? Or,” Gina’s hand slid around to the back of Ashley’s neck. “Are you looking for someone to be forceful, to take what he wants.”
Gina yanked Ashley forward, catching a glimpse of wide blue eyes before their mouths crashed together. Gina’s lips were hard, bruising and when Ashley gasped, Gina shoved her tongue past the younger girl’s lips, plundering the moist cavern of the blonde’s mouth.