Catholic School Girls

Chapter One Aimee stumbled into her dorm room, closing the door behind her and locking it securely. Usually she didn’t lock it when she was inside, as a kind of open invitation to the other girls on the floor, but today she just felt like collapsing and didn’t want to be bothered. It had been one of those days. She had woken up late, hurriedly brushed on what little make-up the strict Catholic college allowed and rushed to class, pulling her hair back behind her neck as she ran. From there it went downhill. She left her papers behind in her hasty departure, leaving all of the day’s assignments behind, along with her notes. The only bright spot in the day was that her three-thirty class had been canceled. Her teacher was preparing to accept a charity award later in the evening, the banquet was out of town and Sister Reitha had to leave early. Aimee plopped down onto her bed, relaxing and looked at her reflection for the first time since she woke up. Not as bad as she thought it would be. Her long, strawberry blonde hair was wild enough normally that the few hairs sticking out seemed to look natural. She had never worn much make-up in the first place—she looked good without it. Luckily there were no bags under her eyes like she had feared. She stood up and stretched, releasing the day’s tensions. She was proud of the body in the mirror before her. She had always been athletic, and exercised almost daily, when she woke up early enough. She was smooth and supple, with well outlined muscles on her arms and legs. Her mother had given her a set of breasts that she had always thought looked out of place on her small, five-foot-two inch frame. They couldn’t be all bad though; the boys looked at her, not her friends, when they went out after school. She took off her blue sweater and was hanging it up in the closet when she heard the rattle of a key in the door. Her roommate, Suzi, was home. Quickly, Aimee thought of a joke to play on her. Suzi was not expecting her to be home this early. While the key was still turning the lock on the door, Aimee silently slid the closet door closed, hiding herself inside. She would scare the heck out of Suzi when she wasn’t expecting it. Aimee bent over and watched the room through a small crack in the door. Suzi walked in a moment later. Suzi was one of the girls that all of the Sisters on campus hated instantly. She looked totally out of place at the all-girl, private catholic college. She was five-foot five, one-hundred-thirty pounds and all curves. Aimee and the other girls teased her about it often while in the showers. Aimee’s own breasts, while good sized, were nothing compared to Suzi’s. While Aimee was soft and strong, Suzi was all tender flesh, from her shoulders to her ankles. She was the other one all of the boys at their brother college stared and gawked at when they went to their sports games on weekends. Aimee wasn’t jealous of her friend, however. She had overheard the words “hot” and “babe” used frequently to describe both her and her roommate. She had to admit, they were right. She watched as Suzi threw herself onto her bed and closed her eyes, breathing deeply in and out. Suzi reached up and slowly started undoing the buttons on her sweater, then her starched, white shirt. Aimee wondered why she was unbuttoning her top; she had another class to go to later in the evening. She wouldn’t be changing already. After Suzi finished unbuttoning her blouse, her hands spread the top wide open, so it hung loosely by her sides. Aimee watched open-mouthed as her roommate undid the clasp on the front of her bra so it hung open with her shirt. What is she doing? Aimee thought. She watched, mystified as her friend lay on her bed with her shirt wide open, breasts exposed. Still with closed eyes, Suzi’s hands delicately closed around her breasts, closing tighter as she slid her hands up to her n*****s. With her thumb and fore-finger Suzi pinched her dark, tender n*****s tightly, pulling her breasts up into the air. She started twisting them and pinching them alternately, while the palms of her hands caressed the rest of her enormous breasts. When she released her n*****s, Aimee saw that they stood up straight and erect, almost half an inch high. Blood engorged the delicate tissue, turning her areola a dark shade of brown. Suzi sighed heavily as she started to knead and play with her breasts again. Aimee watched, at first appalled, then confused by what she saw. She had been raised in a strict catholic fashion and had learned early on that it was not appropriate to touch yourself, especially in the manner that Suzi was. As much as she wanted to close her eyes and block out the scene in front of her, she felt drawn to it. It was something that she had never seen before, had never even really thought of before. She felt her face flush and her body start to shiver uncontrollably as she decided to keep watching her roommate. Suzi grabbed one of her breasts and lifted it up towards her face, flicking her tongue in and out as she did. Aimee’s jaw dropped open as Suzi started licking her own n****e. She delicately traced it first, and then lowered her lips on to it, gently sucking. Then she sucked it roughly into her mouth, pulling the soft, pale flesh tight. She moaned as she sucked, breathing heavier. She released her breast with a loud sucking sound. Her warm, saliva glistened on her n****e as it bounced back down to its normal position. She reached up and started caressing her n****e again with one hand. The other hand started going down towards her skirt. Suzi pulled up the pleated skirt with her free hand until it rode high over her waist, exposing her white, cotton panties. Her hand slid down beneath her underwear, softly touching her mound of dark pubic hair, then going lower, until it rested on her v****a. Aimee stood frozen. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She had never dreamed of doing such a thing. She couldn’t believe her roommate was doing it. Suzi was m**********g, she was playing with herself. And she couldn’t believe she was watching her do it. She knew it was wrong, but couldn’t force herself to turn away. It didn’t look as evil as they say, but. . . She noticed for the first time that her own n*****s were erect. She felt a deep stirring within her, a yearning. She was drawn to what Suzi was doing. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling the way she did, but no longer knew why. Her certainty was lessening. It looked like it would feel so good. How could it be that be bad? Suzi started massaging her v****a through her underwear, turning the bright, white color into a moist, wet grey. Her hand moved quicker, up and down, her breathing got heavier. Her other hand squeezed her n*****s tightly, first one, then the other. In one swift motion, Suzi grabbed onto a side of her panties with each hand, lifted her butt up and pulled them off, throwing them over her ankles. She lay back down, lifted her knees up to let her legs fall apart. Aimee gaped at her friend’s v****a. It was a bright pink, covered with a glistening juice. Not just her v****a glistened, but the skin around it too, as if her crotch had been drenched with moisture. Her lips were swollen, pouting as if they needed to be loved, inviting something to love them. Her c******s stood, angry and red. Aimee could even see the opening of her v****a. A small, dark hole where her lips met at the bottom. She had never seen a v****a up so closely before, not even her own. She could only stare at its beauty. It was then that she realized what the yearning she felt was. Her own v****a felt warm, and wet. She wiggled her legs back and forth to feel it, her thighs slipped easily against each other, wet with her own juice. She felt as if she were on fire; that was the only way she could describe it. She felt like she wanted to touch herself also. Touch herself like Suzi was touching herself, four feet away from her. Aimee closed her legs tightly together and grasped her hands similarly as she peered out of the crack at Suzi again. Suzi lowered one hand to her v****a, spreading its pink, moist lips wide apart. She licked the fingers of her other hand momentarily before lowering them also. With one finger she slowly traced her vaginal lips and c**t, then continued to rub her c**t gently. A smile spread across her passionate face. She moaned even louder. Her hips started rising and falling as she played with her pink button. Then she inserted an index finger into herself. Slowly she put just the tip in at first, then up to the first knuckle and kept going until it was all the way inside. She pulled it out and slid it easily in again, picking up speed as she impaled herself over and over again. While her one hand pistoned in and out of her v****a, her other hand caressed and rubbed her c**t. Soon Suzi was bouncing uncontrollably on the bed, thrusting her hips high into the air while cramming her v****a full of not just one, but two or three fingers. Her head whipped back and forth as she moaned in ecstasy, her breathing came in ragged gasps. Then Aimee wasn’t sure what happened. Suzi was bouncing like mad one moment, then her entire body stiffened up, becoming rigid. Her fingers stopped, three of them all the way inside her v****a, her other hand pressed firmly against her c******s, her bottom up in the air, half a foot off the bed. She stayed like that for almost thirty seconds, then collapsed. The breath exploded from her, her arms and legs went limp and she just lay there, drenched in sweat. Aimee realized that she too had been holding her breath and slowly let it out. She wondered what her roommate had felt when she stiffened. She had heard other girls talk about orgasms in the locker rooms; that must be what Suzi had, an orgasm. But what had it felt like. From the smile plastered on Suzi’s face it must have felt pretty good. But wasn’t it wrong to do that to yourself? A true lady doesn’t masturbate, or so she had been taught. But why not? It certainly looked enjoyable. Her head swam with confusion as Suzi quickly redressed herself and left the room. Aimee jumped out of the closet, leaving the door open and went to her bed. Luckily it didn’t look like Suzi had seen her book bag on the floor. If Suzi ever found out the she had been watching, she would die of embarrassment. Her heart pounded as Suzi re-entered the room. “Hey Aim, you’re back early. Didn’t expect to see you for a while yet.” Her tone was calm and casual, carefree. She didn’t know. Aimee breathed a deep sigh of relief at the thought. “Yea, class got out early today. Sister Reitha’s getting that award tonight and had to leave early.” Aimee forced herself to relax and act natural. It was hard not to stare at her roommate after watching her play with herself only minutes before. “Anything unusual today?” Suzi asked. Aimee almost choked, but covered it with a cough. Maybe she did know. She forcibly kept her voice calm, “Same-old, same-old. You know how it is.” Suzi dropped down onto her own bed, grabbing a notebook as she leaned back against the wall. “Yea, I know how it is. After you’re here a few years like I’ve been, you’ll do damn near anything to break up the monotony.” She started to read her notebook after she finished speaking. “Well, looks like you’ve got studying to do roomie, I’m going to head to the library and start a paper I’ve been putting off. See you later.” She picked up her book bag and headed out the door. “See you later, Aim.” Suzi called out as she shut the door behind her. Aimee breathed heavily and leaned against the dorm hallway wall until she relaxed enough to continue on. Suzi didn’t know. Aimee lay awake deep into the night, thinking about what she had seen earlier in the day. Thinking about what it felt like to masturbate and have an orgasm. She turned over and watched Suzi’s sleeping form, the steady rise and fall of her chest. She wondered how Suzi had learned to pleasure herself, and if she had had the same thoughts about it that she was having. Without conscious thought, Aimee realized that she was touching one of her breasts, softly, through the thin material of her pajamas. Her n*****s poked out, erect and stiff. Aimee smiled as she looked down at her covered breasts. It was exciting in a way. She had made them stand up like that. It felt good. Even though she knew it was wrong (or so she had been raised to believe), she no longer cared as much as she had before, she felt like going on. Imitating Suzi, she unbuttoned her top and let it fall open to her sides. She looked down at her moon-light bathed breasts and really studied them for the first time. They really were quite large, round and full. They lay proudly in the center of her chest, n*****s dark and firm. Her areola were dark and puckered up, like goose-pimples. She reached up and lightly touched her breasts with her hands, feeling for the first time their soft cushiness. How warm and tender they were, and how good it felt to caress them. First she started with the pink flesh itself, slowly working her way up to her rock hard n*****s; kneading, rubbing, caressing slowly and tenderly as she went. She rested her head back and closed her eyes, reveling in the moment. She had never imagined that she would do something like this, or how good it would feel to do it. Then she touched her n*****s, lovingly touching and squeezing them, rolling them between her fingers, twisting them slightly. She lifted her head up and gazed at her wanting n*****s. She sucked in her breath and gently blew the air out over herself. The cool breeze gave yet another incredible sensation. Images of Suzi sucking her own tit flashed through her mind. Could she also do it? Looking at the size of her breasts she was sure it would be physically possible, but could she bring herself to do it? Touching herself like she was doing was one thing; could she actually lick herself for pleasure? She thought about it for only a moment before starting to slowly lift one of her round, supple breasts up to her lips. She stopped with it just within reach. Swallowing hard, she pushed her lips out and touched her n****e with them, dryly kissing it. Was that so bad? she thought. Did it really feel that bad? Did it make her feel dirty? Actually it was exhilarating. To think that she could lick her own n****e if she wanted. It made her feel only a little uneasy, but that only added to the overall excitement. She realized that she was salivating heavily thinking about sucking her own n****e. She pulled the breast up closer to her face and parted her moist lips, placing her engorged, brown, n****e between them. She wrapped her lips tightly around the spongy tissue, just holding it in her mouth for a moment. She flicked her tongue against it, and started tracing it with slow, wet circles. God it felt so good, she thought. No wonder Suzi had done it. She sucked it deeper into her mouth, pulling the flesh of her breast tight. “Mmmmm-mmmm!” She moaned out loud inadvertently. But she was so wrapped up in pleasuring herself for the first time ever that it went without notice by her. Suzi, on a bed only five feet away from her, opened her eyes at the sound, noticing the form of her roommate holding her own breast in her mouth. Instantly she felt herself get hot and horny. Unlike her naive roommate, she knew what pleasure was like and wasn’t afraid of it. In fact she wanted it. *** Suzi had started having s*x early. She had her first s****l encounter when she was fresh out of high school, after her eighteenth birthday, and loved it. She went boy crazy and slept with just about anyone who wanted to screw her after that. It was fine for awhile, but her parents where strict Catholics and insisted that if she went to college, it would be at an all girl catholic school. Like she had told Aimee earlier in the day, after a while you’ll do just about anything to break up the monotony. She had started to masturbate regularly soon after she arrived at St. Teressa’s Academy for Girls. Then one afternoon her older roommate walked in on her during one of her self-pleasuring sessions. Jackie reacted in the one way that Suzi would never have expected; she stripped off her clothes and lay down on the bed next to her. She had been terrified at first, wondering what Jackie was doing. Then Jackie kissed her, not rough and demanding like a boy would, but tenderly and lovingly, like she had never experienced before. It set her on fire. What followed was the first of many, many, bi-s****l encounters. *** Suzi watched as Aimee continued to suck and play with her own boobs. God she wanted her. Aimee was so naive and innocent looking, but she had a body that screamed of s*x, even though she didn’t realize it herself. Not just Suzi wanted her, but many of the other girls who swung with her also noticed and felt the same way. To get Aimee would be a treat indeed. She knew that if she made a move now, not only would she be shot down, but she would ruin any further attempts that Aimee might make at self exploration. Suzi knew how important that was, and lay silent, pretending to still be asleep. She did slide one finger down to her dripping cooze and began to silently frig herself as she enjoyed the show Aimee put on. After all, a girl could dream, couldn’t she? Aimee steadied herself to move onto the next new pleasure. She looked at Suzi to make sure that she was still asleep, then slowly lifted the covers off her legs. As quietly as she could, she lifted her butt up off the sheets and slid off her panties, so that she lay almost completely naked in her bed. She took one last quick glance at her sleeping roommate’s form before going on. She spread her legs apart as Suzi had earlier, exposing herself fully to the night air. Carefully, almost as if she were afraid of what might happen, she lowered her hand until it rested on her small patch of pubic hair. She found herself breathing rapidly. She lay her head back again and lowered her hand the rest of the way until she could feel her moist v****a with her fingers. She exhaled explosively. With one finger she began to touch herself as she had never done before. She started tracing her outer lips, slowly moving in to her c**t. When she found it she squeaked in delight. It felt so good. It was like nothing she had ever felt or imagined before. Why had she taken so long to try this, she wondered? She pushed harder against the firm nubbin, creating new and different sensations with each new way she touched it. She lowered her other hand so that she could play with the rest of her p***y at the same time. While one hand continued to massage and caress her c**t, her other hand began to tickle and tease her p***y hole. She rubbed just around the opening at first, pressing firmly, reveling in the shocking feelings she created. She pulled her p***y open further and slowly began to insert just the tip of her finger into her hole. It was tight, tighter than she imagined it would be. Since this was her first time, she wasn’t surprised. She gasped audibly as she continued to insert her finger into her sopping cunt; her breath came in ragged gasps. She was lost in the waves of ecstasy she brought upon herself. She stopped and rested when her finger was halfway inside her. She turned it around and twirled it about, touching the hot, molten walls of her v****a with her finger, moaning loudly. “Ooh God! Owwww!” She cried out loud, not realizing it. She began pushing her finger deeper inside of her dripping, wet cunt, until she was in to the knuckle. She panted wildly. She slowly pulled her finger out again and spread her slippery, p***y juices around her hole, dampening a second finger with her love juices as she did. With two fingers held stiff she began to insert them between her lips again. Nothing had ever felt so good. The tightness of her snatch conveyed through every feeling and fold in her fingers. She felt as if her mind had left her body and went directly to heaven. She floated in utopia while her two fingers rapidly slid in and out of her sopping, wet gash. She began to writhe in ecstasy, rolling from side to side on her small bed, cooing loudly as she neared her first orgasm ever. The covers fell to the floor, her pillow soon followed. The light from the near-full moon outside illuminated her slender, voluptuous body clearly for Suzi. Suzi couldn’t take it any longer. The sight of her gloriously sexy roommate frigging herself off was too great. She quietly rolled off her bed and onto the floor, where she slid out of her skimpy night shirt and panties. She then crawled to the side of Aimee’s bed, sat up on her knees and played with her own dripping cunt as she watched Aimee continued to treat herself. She decided that after Aimee came was when she would make her move. Then it happened. Aimee arched her body, lifting her pelvis off the bed, throwing her knees as far apart as she could and digging her fingers as far into her convulsing p***y as humanly possible. Shock waves of pure pleasure racked her body over and over again as her v****a clamped tightly onto her fingers, threatening to never release them. “Aaawwww, yyeeesss! MMM-MMM-MMM-MMM!” She cried out with insane pleasure as she came for the first time in her nineteen years of life. Then she collapsed. Her tensed muscles could not hold her up any longer; she fell helplessly onto the soft bed. She sighed with delight as the lulling feeling of nirvana spread over her. Aimee felt a pair of warm, wet lips press against her own, softly, passionately. They slowly pushed her own apart until a tongue entered her mouth, making contact with her own and began to gracefully dance. Aimee found herself responding like-wise, accepting the kiss, engulfing the other mouth into her own. She had been kissed by boys before, so it was nothing new, and it felt so natural after she had just c*m. Then another thought struck her, who was kissing her?