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Turning Point

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They say college is where you learn a lot about yourself.

Well… in college I learned I wasn’t as straight as I thought I was…

…And that I could fall in love with a woman.

It was Angela who taught me that.

We were just roommates.

Two out-of-our-minds-horny roommates.

At first I thought what I was feeling was a strange kind of displaced lust.

I mean… I was innocent. I didn’t have a boyfriend.

But the way my body would react when I saw her…

The way I would focus on her lips… imagine them on mine.

The way heat surged into my center.

I couldn’t explain it.

Then I started to notice something else.

When I was with her… the world seemed brighter.

When she laughed, my heart leapt.

When she met my eyes… I felt like I was falling into her gaze.

But we’re just two straight girls who happen to be roommates.

This can’t possibly be happening… can it?

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Turning Point is a steamy lesbian romance-with-a-happy-ending that tells the story of two roommates finding their true selves, and stumbling upon unexpected true love.

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Chapter 1When I first arrived at the University of Maryland in 1998, I was more than a little intimidated. The campus seemed huge and since I was from out of state, I didn’t have any friends attending with me. I had initially been drawn there by the excellent reputation of Maryland’s engineering program. And, once classes got underway, it became apparent that the reputation was well deserved. The curriculum was challenging and most of my teachers kept me on my toes. I thoroughly enjoyed being made to think in new ways. After class, though, was another matter. I had always been shy and this was the first time I’d ever been away from family and friends for an extended period. A month into my first semester and I was acutely homesick and second guessing my decision to attend a college so far from home. Which is why I was so fortunate to have had Angela for a roommate. Her personality was, in many ways, a striking contrast to mine. She was vivacious and seemed remarkably comfortable in her own skin for someone so young. Of course, I often mused, I would probably have radiated confidence as well, if I had her looks. I don’t mean to say that I was unattractive; quite the contrary. My athletic 5’6” frame combined with my red hair to garner me my fair share of male attention. My ‘A’ cup breasts may not have been my favorite feature, but smooth skin, well-proportioned hips and legs combined with a ready smile to more than make up for them. But, Angela? She was something else altogether. Angela only stood five foot two, but the curves she packed onto that tiny frame were truly eye-popping. Her voluptuous breasts had hypnotized nearly every male pair of eyes that encountered them (and a few of the females to boot!). Beneath these treasures, her torso tapered to a trim waist which then flared to femininely wide hips with lusciously rounded buttocks. Anyone walking behind her found their gaze drawn irresistibly to that swaying ‘oh my god’ ass, which only led you to her alluring legs. To top it all off, Angela’s skin was a flawless, creamy dark chocolate that seemed to radiate good health. That rich, coffee complexion was the perfect setting for her large, expressive, amber eyes which were shaded by long lashes. Her shapely lips often widened into a dazzling smile that usually carried more than a trace of mischief. But, enough, for now, of Angela’s physical charms. It was her easy-going confidence and friendly demeanor that smoothed my adjustment to being away from home for the first time. We helped each other with our homework, checked each other’s’ papers, and all the while, she slowly drew me out of my shell. But as much as I enjoyed Angela’s company, I was still frustrated by the lack of privacy there in the dorm. Back home, my sister and I had never had to share a room. As I’ve mentioned, I was somewhat shy. Angela used to ridicule me mercilessly for stepping into the bathroom every time I wanted to get dressed or change clothes. Eventually, I stopped doing this just to get her to shut up about it, but it definitely took some getting used to. Worst of all though, was there was no opportunity to masturbate. After several weeks with no chance to relieve myself, I was getting pretty wound up. I was still a virgin when I arrived at Maryland, though I had a boyfriend during most of my junior and all of my senior year of high school. Sander and I worked our way up to some pretty heavy petting, but I simply wasn’t ready to go all the way yet. Whenever it seemed like I was going out of my mind with lust (which was way too often by twelfth grade!), I would simply promise myself a pillow-biting climax as soon as I got home that night. By the summer before college started, it seemed I was treating myself to a long, drawn out session of self-pleasure damn near every night. And here I was, four weeks into my first semester at University and not a single orgasm; not even a quickie! Day by day, I was getting hornier and grumpier. Something had to give, and soon!

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