Monday, February 2nd, 1998

“Happy birthday!” Becca said as she backed Tracy up against a shelf of books, their soft lips coming together instantly.  Tracy felt her girlfriend’s tongue slip into her mouth and greeted it with her own. She knew they shouldn’t be doing what they were doing, but ever since she had met Becca during her sophomore year of college, she had never been able to say no to her.  They were now more than halfway through their junior year and the chemistry was as good as ever.

Becca placed a hand on Tracy’s tummy and tickled her waistline gently.  Tracy rested her own hands on Becca’s shoulders, holding the other girl closer to her as they continued their passionate kissing.  “Not here,” Tracy softly whispered in between kisses.

Becca’s lips left hers, giving her a nice little love bite as she did so.  She kissed her way down from Tracy’s chin to her neck—there was a little spot that only Becca had found, and it always drove Tracy crazy.  She lowered her head, putting her nose into Becca’s purple hair and sighed loudly as weeks of sexual frustration began to well to the surface.  She and Becca hadn’t gotten to see much of each other lately. Between Tracy’s basketball practice, both of their jobs, and school, they couldn’t find any free time.

Tracy felt the other girl’s hand slip inside the waist of her pants and begin to toy with the elastic of her panties.  The tension inside her body grew as the temperature between her legs skyrocketed. She had to hold out, she had to resist.  She gripped her lover’s forearm gently and held onto it.

“Not here,” she repeated softly.

Becca pulled away slightly, assuming a mock-expression of hurt feelings.  “Awww, why not?” she asked playfully.

Her eyes were so seductive, so alluring, Tracy had to  look away. “Because, this is a library,” she finally managed.  “I work here. I could get fired.” During her freshman year in college, Tracy had been one of the lucky few to land the plum job of working in the library—the job every girl on campus wanted.  How she found time to do that and play basketball was anyone’s guess.

“Exactly,” Becca said, still not dissuaded as she leaned in for another kiss.  Their tongues met once more and Tracy felt her will power cracking again. “It’s a library at ten o’clock at night,” Becca continued, “absolutely no one is here.”

“Right,” Tracy agreed.  “And you’re not supposed to be here either.  I could get in big trouble just for that,” she argued.

Becca seemed to realize that Tracy was serious, so she backed off.  “All right, I’ll let you work then,” she said, kissing Tracy on the nose.  “Hurry up though, I have a birthday surprise waiting for you at my apartment.”

Tracy giggled.  “I’m almost done.  I can be there in about thirty minutes or so.”

Becca held Tracy’s hands for a moment, and the two gazed at each other with the expression of a young couple in love.  They kissed quickly once more and then Becca turned and skipped out of the library, leaving Tracy alone to shelve books.

Thirty minutes later, Tracy let herself into Becca’s apartment with her own key.  As soon as she walked in, she was greeted to the cliché refrain of “Surprise!” by about five friends including Becca.  Tracy grinned goofily, having been caught totally off-guard. The living room was decorated with a cheesy “Happy Birthday!” sign, and some of the girls had even donned childlike birthday party hats.

“You said you had a surprise, but I didn’t know you were throwing me a party,” Tracy said to Becca, the grin still on her face.

“Well,” Becca started, “I wanted to do something for you, but I knew you weren’t real big on parties… so, I just invited some of your closer friends.”

Tracy nodded and glanced at the others in the room.  These were certainly her closest friends. Aside from Becca herself, Tracy’s lifelong best friend and roommate, Heather, was there, as was her other close friend from high school, Mitch.  Three of her basketball teammates were there as well. Two girls, Mollie and Hillary, were both sophomores. They had all played together since they were freshmen and the three girls had grown close over the last two and a half years.  

The third basketball girl was Sadie.  Sadie was only a freshman, but Tracy had sort of taken her under her wing and she had been quickly accepted as part of their little group of friends.  Tracy wasn’t sure what it was about Sadie that she liked, but she felt the girl reminded her of herself, when she was new.

The night’s festivities commenced with a round of Jell-O shots.  Tracy wasn’t much for drinking liquor, but she could handle Jell-O shots with the best of them.

“I like my Jell-O shots just like I like my women—” Becca started.

“How’s that?” Mitch questioned.  “Green and loaded with vodka?”

Becca laughed.  “Hell no, I mean, strong and sweet.”

The small get-together got underway and Tracy began to relax in the company of her friends.  She listened as they joked and told stories. After nearly an hour, she noticed that Sadie had drifted away from the group and was now sitting alone in the living room, on the couch.  Tracy approached and sat down next to her.

“How ya doin’?” Tracy asked playfully.

“Pretty good,” Sadie said, unconvincingly.

“Just relax, enjoy yourself,” Tracy tried to encourage.

“But that’s just it,” Sadie replied.  “You all have known each other for years.  You have all these great stories and lots of experiences together.  I just feel out of place.”

Tracy laughed and casually put a hand on Sadie’s back.  “Trust me, you’re not out of place. You wouldn’t be here tonight if you weren’t one of us.”

Sadie was quiet for a moment and then said, “So, you were born on Groundhog Day?”

Tracy nodded.  “Sure was,” she agreed.  “My mom told me once that she was glad I didn’t see my shadow the day I was born, because she didn’t think she could keep me in for six more weeks!”

Sadie laughed and Tracy could tell the girl felt more at ease.

“Now, come on,” Tracy prodded, “Get in here and have a few more Jell-O shots.  Becca made a ton of these things.” She stood up and reached out, taking Sadie by the hands.  She raised the other girl up to her feet.

“But, I have class tomorrow,” Sadie protested.

“Oh, poo,” Tracy replied.  “We all have class tomorrow.  You only live once!”

At about midnight, Mitch became the first to check out.  He yawned in an overly-dramatic fashion. “I think I need to call it a night,” he said.  “I have an eight o’clock class tomorrow morning that I can’t miss.”

Mitch hadn’t been gone long when Becca made a suggestion.  “We should play a game or something,” she said as she glanced at each of the other party guests in turn.  

“Sounds good,” Hillary agreed, “But what should we play?”

Becca motioned towards Tracy.  “Birthday girl gets to pick,” she offered.

Tracy attempted to wave off the responsibility.  “It’s after midnight, my birthday’s over.”

“Bull shit,” Becca argued, “It’s not tomorrow until we wake up.”

Tracy thought for a moment. “Trivial Pursuit, then,” she suggested.  “It’s my favorite game.” Tracy had always been a natural at Trivial Pursuit.  Pointless facts clung to her brain in a fashion she couldn’t explain. She had been a fan of the game her entire life, as it had always been a favorite of her fathers too.

“Of course it is,” Mollie joked, “You’ll kill the rest of us.”

Five minutes later, the board was laid out on the coffee table, the game pieces had been selected, and the trivia cards were ready to go.  The small group of girls gathered around, taking seats on either the couch or the floor on the opposite side of the table.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Becca said, a curious look on her face.  “Now that Mitch is gone—and it’s just us girls—why don’t we make this a little more interesting.”

“What do you mean?” Hillary questioned.

“I mean…” Becca hesitated a moment, “I think we should make this a game of strip Trivial Pursuit.”

Heather burst out into a fit of laughter.  “I’m in,” she said through the giggles.

Mollie balked.  “No way, I’ll be naked in five minutes.”

“No, no, no, let me explain,” Becca continued.  “Here’s what we’ll do. You only remove a piece of clothing if you miss a question on one of these triangle spaces.” As she spoke, she indicated the appropriate spots on the board.  “That way, we all have a real fighting chance.”

“Okay, let’s do this,” Hillary agreed, false bravado in her voice.

Sadie shook her head, “I don’t know, I mean—”

“Oh, come on,” Hillary argued, cutting the younger girl off.  “We see you in the locker room all the time, you’ve got nothing to fear.  You’re amongst friends.”

Sadie still looked hesitant.

“It’ll be fun,” Tracy said with an encouraging smile.

Tracy’s vote of confidence seemed to win Sadie over, and she leaned forward, ready to begin the game.

An hour later, they were deep into the game and had built a rather large pyramid of empty Jell-O shot cups. Just as she had predicted, Mollie had been the first to disrobe completely.  Heather was stark naked as well, except for her socks (for the record, she had already removed her socks, but put them back on because her feet were freezing). Hillary had fared much better, and was still in her bra and panties.

Becca was topless, but still had her panties on.  Tracy was wearing a bra and her jeans. Sadie had matched Tracy question for question, and was still wearing her bra and a pair of jeans.

“Okay, Tracy, here’s your next question,” Becca stated.  “What three Godfather cast members were all up for the Best Supporting Actor Oscar?”

Tracy thought for a moment.  She loved movies. She loved old movies.  “Well, Al Pacino of course, and probably—oh, that guy that’s in that movie we’ve been seeing commercials for—it hasn’t come out yet, The Apostle—what’s his name—Robert Duvall.”

“How the fuck did she come up with that?” Mollie said in stunned disbelief.

“That’s two!” Becca chided.  “Who’s the third? She’ll never get this,” she added the last part under her breath.

Tracy thought hard for a moment.  “Oh, I can see him. He’s that guy that’s in the John Wayne movie that my Dad loves so much, but I can’t tell you his name to save my life—I give.”

“James Caan,” Becca said, filling in the final name.

Tracy looked incredibly frustrated with herself for not knowing the actor’s name.

“Okay, you’re choice,” Becca stated.  “Which will it be, your jeans or your bra?”

Tracy sighed as she stood up, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans as she did so.  The other girls clapped and applauded at the sight of Tracy’s long and luscious legs.

By 2:00 AM, the pyramid of empty cups was even taller, and the game was finally won by Tracy, who managed to maintain her panties.  Becca, Heather, Mollie, and Hillary all completed the game sans clothing. Through clever maneuvering on the board, Sadie had managed to retain her bra and panties both, but in the end, where Sadie had been playing to keep from getting naked—Tracy had been playing to win, and thus, she had.

Mollie and Hillary sensed that it was an appropriate time to leave.  They whispered in each other’s ears for a moment, and then gathered their clothes, dressed, and made their way for the door, holding hands and giggling.  They had obviously had quite a good time.

Heather started dressing as well.  “I think I better head out too.” Still topless, she approached Tracy and gave her a hug, and a quick kiss on the cheek.  “Happy birthday. See you back at the apartment.” She put her T-shirt on and stuffed her bra into her purse. Twirling her panties around on the end of her finger, she quietly slipped out the door.

This left Becca, Tracy, and Sadie alone.  Sadie put her jeans back on, and then her top, as if she was preparing to leave as well.

“Don’t feel like you have to run off,” Tracy encouraged.  “Becca and I will both be up for another hour at least. You can stay a while if you’d like.”

“I probably shouldn’t,” Sadie countered.  “I’m sure the two of you want to be alone or something.”

Tracy waved it off.  “Don’t worry about it, I want you to stay… really.”  She said the words with a slight emphasis, and as she spoke, she glanced at Sadie with a meaningful look.  She wasn’t sure if the younger girl interpreted it correctly, but it seemed to convince her that she didn’t have to immediately leave.

Becca opened up the refrigerator and took out yet another tray of Jell-O shots.  “There’s one tray left that we didn’t get to. If we all have a few, we can get rid of most of them, I think.”

Tracy took one from the tray and gulped it down without hesitation.  Becca offered the tray to Sadie, who glanced down and sighed. “Oh, I know I shouldn’t, but…” and without another word she took one as well.

Sadie sat back down on the far side of the couch, where she had sat throughout the Trivial Pursuit game.  She was now once again fully clothed. Tracy had simply slipped on a pair of soccer shorts and a tank-top, minus a bra, while Becca had donned her favorite Metallica T-shirt, and a pair of soccer shorts of her own.

Tracy sat down on the middle couch cushion.  She stretched her arm out over the back of the couch and turned to face Sadie, as if to interrogate her.

“So, did you have fun tonight?” she asked.

Sadie nodded her head.  “Yeah, it was a blast. I love hanging out with you girls.  So much better than sitting alone in my dorm room.”

“Oh, yes, I remember the dorm room days,” Tracy admitted.  As she spoke, Becca plopped down on the other side of Tracy.  She pulled her feet up under her, sitting cross-legged, and turned to face Sadie as well, sort of peeking at her from over Tracy’s shoulder.

Sadie shook her head and put her hands to her face.

“You okay?” Becca asked with a laugh.

Sadie nodded.  “Yeah. That last Jell-O shot just hit me. Not used to so much alcohol in one night.”

Becca snickered.  “Oh girl, stick with us and you’ll be an old pro in no time.”

Sadie chuckled.  “That’s what I’m afraid of!” she said through her laughter.

“Better have another one,” Becca offered, reaching to the coffee table where she had set the final tray.  She grabbed two of the shots, keeping one for herself, and passing the other to Sadie.

The three friends chatted a bit more.  As they talked, Becca started massaging her girlfriend’s back.  Every once in a while, she would plant a kiss on Tracy’s shoulder, or perhaps the back of her neck.  Then, another kiss right at the spot where her neck met her shoulder. When she did that, Tracy had been in mid-sentence, and she momentarily lost her train of thought completely.

Sadie giggled.  “Maybe I should go and leave you two alone,” she volunteered.

Tracy smiled.  “Don’t worry about it.  She’s just trying to distract me,” she said playfully.

“And doing a damn good job of it,” Becca said from behind her.  Becca focused her attention on Sadie and asked, “What did you think of Heather? I saw her glancing your direction more than a few times tonight.  I think she kinda digs you.”

Sadie ran her fingers through her long, straight ponytail, grinned and giggled.  “That’s pretty flattering, but I’m not—I mean, I’ve never—”

“That can be fixed easily,” Becca said coyly.

Before Sadie could respond, Tracy explained, “Heather’s not that experienced with other girls either.  But she’s pretty open-minded.”

The expression on Sadie’s face was one of anxiety and confused emotions.  “She’s really nice. I like her a lot. We get along great. She makes me laugh. But—” she stopped, as if she was trying to find the right words.

“But what?” Becca pressed.  “Sounds like a good match to me.  Do you think she’s attractive?”

Sadie seemed to consider her words very carefully for a moment.

Tracy put a hand on Sadie’s knee.  “It’s okay, there’s no one here but us.  We won’t say a word.”

Finally, Sadie took a deep breath and it was apparent that she had just made a big decision.  “Yes,” she responded at last. “I find her very attractive.” She then shook her head, as if she couldn’t believe what she had just admitted.  “But, like I said, —I’m not—I’ve never—”

“There’s always a first time,” Tracy interrupted before she could finish.  Her hand was still on Sadie’s knee, but casually moved onto her thigh.

“What do you mean?” Sadie replied, her breathing a lot more rapid than it was just a moment before.

“Let me show you,” Tracy said.  Without hesitating, she leaned in and kissed Sadie on the lips.  At first, Sadie didn’t respond. She remained frozen on the couch, not even moving her lips to match the kiss.  Tracy pulled away gently, just enough to say, “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Sadie managed to eek out, “No, that was—that was—good.”  Then it was Sadie’s turn to lean forward. She found Tracy’s lips once more and returned the kiss.  Their tongues met, their spit mingled. Tracy took the initiative and gently pushed Sadie against the couch’s armrest, placing a hand on the girl’s chest as she did so.  Within a moment, the hand was up under Sadie’s shirt, massaging her supple breasts through her bra—and then under her bra.

As Tracy made out with Sadie, she could feel Becca’s moist kisses up and down her back.  Then, Becca pulled down Tracy’s soccer shorts in one tug.  

By this time, Sadie’s shirt was lifted up over her breasts, and Tracy had pushed her bra upward, freeing the younger girl’s tits from their oppressive shackles.  They were large, round breasts that filled Tracy’s fairly big hands. She eagerly started sucking on her friend’s nipples, and could feel them instantly grow erect.  As she gripped Sadie’s shoulders, she could feel the girl’s entire body trembling.

She backed away, looking Sadie in the face.  “Are you scared?”

“Oh, dear God, yes,” Sadie admitted. “I’m terrified.”

“If you don’t want to keep going, we don’t have to,” Tracy offered, trying to be a good friend.  She didn’t want Sadie to think she was taking advantage of her. She just wanted to make Sadie happy.

“No, it’s not that,” Sadie replied. “I want to, I really, really want to keep going,” she admitted.  “I just don’t know what to do—I’ve never done this before—and both of you are so experienced.”

Tracy smiled, relieved to hear Sadie say that.  “Just let it happen. You’re doing fine so far. Relax, and remember, it’s just us.  It’s just your friends Tracy and Becca.” With that, she buried her face in Sadie’s chest once more, and observed a noticeable difference in the other girl’s demeanor.  She seemed more relaxed, more… “into it.”

As Tracy’s mouth continued working its way between Sadie’s lips, and her tits, Becca had other plans.  Tracy felt her girlfriend’s tongue slip inside her wet pussy. She’d been paying so much attention to Sadie, trying to make her feel comfortable, that she had almost forgotten Becca was behind her.  She breathed in sharply as her girlfriend’s tongue penetrated her. Tracy and Sadie exchanged meaningful eye contact, and it was clear that Sadie understood what was happening at the other end.

Tracy spread her legs apart, just a little wider, and Becca inserted her tongue deeper into her waiting slit.  Tracy took a moment to relish the sensation, pulling away from Sadie’s tits, biting her own lip slightly. Sadie took advantage of the momentary break and lifted her own shirt up and off, as well as relieving herself of her bra.

In an unexpected act of aggression, Sadie reached out and lifted Tracy’s shirt up and off as well.  Tracy smiled. “Now you’re getting into the spirit of things,” she joked. As she spoke, she couldn’t keep the quaver out of her voice.  It was hard to concentrate with Becca’s tongue still between her legs.

The two girls smiled at each other for a moment, and Tracy bent over, kissing Sadie’s incredibly flat tummy.  It was the kind of tummy that only came with being an athlete. She kissed upwards, to her breasts, then kissed back down towards the girl’s waist.  She stopped at her belly button, licking it gently and leaving it slightly moist. She blew gently across the wetness. Sadie squirmed with delight.  

“I think it’s time,” Tracy said quietly.  

“Time for what?” Sadie questioned.

Without answering, Tracy reached out and unbuttoned Sadie’s jeans.  With a firm tug, she pulled the other girl’s pants down around her ankles, revealing the delicate pair of white and pink striped panties she’d noticed earlier during the Trivial Pursuit game.

Tracy leaned over once more, and kissed the spot in between Sadie’s belly button and where her panties started.  Then, she slipped two fingers up under the hips of the panties, one on each side, and slid them down around Sadie’s knees.  As she brought her hands back up, she caressed her friend’s smooth legs with both hands.  

Tracy had always loved legs.  It was the first aspect of the female body she remembered being attracted to.  She remembered many years ago, in the girl’s locker room—watching her friends change their clothes, her eyes always lingered on their legs.  Sadie’s were awesome. It was one of the first things she had noticed about the girl when she had met her in the fall.

Becca realized what Tracy was getting ready to do, and so, she gave up on eating Tracy’s pussy.  Tracy suspected Becca wanted to watch—especially since she knew this would be Sadie’s first time.  Becca came to rest on the corner of the sofa, right next to Sadie, and started kissing at her neck.  To Tracy’s surprise, Becca was now topless, having lost her Metallica T-shirt at some point when she was behind Tracy.  Becca then slipped her tongue deep inside Sadie’s mouth—which Sadie eagerly accepted.

Tracy was on her knees.  She leaned over and kissed Sadie’s glorious thighs.  First the right, then the left. As she did, Sadie worked her feet and legs to kick away her jeans and panties.  Tracy kissed again, higher up on the thighs. A third time, higher still. The fourth set of kisses were placed right where the thigh meets the pussy.  She hovered just a moment, admiring the clean-shaven specimen in front of her.

Sadie quivered.  She seemed to know what was coming next.  Becca gripped the girl’s hand tightly and whispered into her ear.  “It’s okay, I’m right here with you, just relax.”

Tracy’s next kiss was squarely on Sadie’s lips—her labia, that is.  Sadie quivered once more. Tracy planted several soft, wet kisses to her vulva and then slipped her tongue inside.  She tasted that familiar, tangy taste she had grown to associate with the inside of a woman. She also found Sadie’s pussy to be extremely hot and sopping wet.  Tracy nuzzled her nose into Sadie’s firm mound and began eating her out properly, kneading the freshman’s clit with her tongue. She could feel Sadie’s knees shaking on either side of her, and could hear the girl’s heavy breathing.

She inserted a finger as she licked, and began working it in an upwards motion, hoping to find the elusive g-spot.  She must have had some success, because Sadie brought her knees upward, and started bucking her hips slightly, grinding her ass into the couch cushion.  Tracy intensified her efforts, speeding up the rhythmic motions with her tongue, hoping to rock Sadie’s world just a little bit more than she already had.  Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Becca still gently holding Sadie’s hand. She could also hear the sound of their passionate kisses, which intensified her own arousal.

After a few minutes of diligent work, much to both Tracy and Becca’s surprise, a sound escaped Sadie’s throat that sounded like something caught between a high-pitched scream, and a soft moan.  The girl’s stomach tightened as if she were trying to do crunches, her thighs trembled. Sadie sighed with relief.  

Tracy knew that she had accomplished her task, and sat back on her knees, satisfied with her efforts.

“My goodness,” Becca giggled.  “What the fuck was that?”

Sadie looked embarrassed. “I—I—don’t know,” she stammered, short of breath.  “I’ve never felt like that before. But it was the most—the most—amazing thing I have ever experienced,” she finally finished, still gasping for air.

Tracy smiled, wiping her mouth and chin as she did so.  “You may not know what it was, but I sure do,” she said with a wink.

Sadie giggled.  “I mean, I know what it was, I just— I’ve never had one like that before.”

“That’s the advantage of being with a girl,” Becca said matter-of-factly.  “Girls know what the fuck they’re doing.”

Tracy eased up onto the couch, on Sadie’s other side.  All three girls were completely naked, relaxing on the couch with each other for just a moment, letting Sadie catch her breath.  “So, what did you think?” Tracy finally asked.

Sadie looked down, sheepishly.  “I think,” she started, but didn’t seem to know what to say next.

“Yes?” Tracy encouraged.

“I think we’re not through yet,” Sadie finally blurted out.  With that, she glanced down between Tracy’s legs, longingly.

Finally, Tracy caught on to what the younger girl meant.  “Ohhhh,” she said, “you want to—” but she never finished the statement.  Sadie’s tongue was in her mouth, and then at her nipples. She kissed her way down Tracy’s body, just as Tracy had done to her earlier.

Becca slid over and took Sadie’s place, planting kisses on Tracy’s mouth and breasts.  It was difficult for Tracy, trying to divide her attention between these two amazing women.  She adored her girlfriend, and loved every sweet kiss that the other offered. But since Sadie was a beginner, Tracy desperately wanted to let her know that she was doing an awesome job.

She glanced down at Sadie who had reached her intended destination.  Tracy spread her legs apart, as if to say that it was okay. She encouraged the girl with her eyes, and whispered, “Go ahead, it’s all right.”

Sadie was trembling again.  She simply said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” 

At Sadie’s hesitation, Becca started to ask, “Are you sure you’re ready for—”

“Oh yeah! She’s ready!” Tracy cut in as she suddenly felt Sadie’s tongue stab inside of her for the first time.  Her eyebrows shot up as the younger girl began. “Is she ever ready,” she added emphatically. 

Sadie came up for air, a huge smile on her soaked face, took a deep breath and plowed her tongue back inside Tracy’s waiting slit.  As the girl started working at the snatch with her tongue and fingers, Tracy could tell she was a natural. It felt incredible. She had the same instinct for eating a girl out that Tracy had discovered most women did.

Within minutes, Tracy could no longer control her breathing.  As she started to hyperventilate, her knees ached as she raised them higher and spread her legs apart further.  She put a hand on the back of Sadie’s head, and gripped her toes on the edge of the couch, bracing herself for what she knew was coming. The orgasm erupted from deep within her.  She exhaled sharply. Her knees snapped together, momentarily locking her friend’s head between her creamy thighs. She exhaled again, shakily, in an attempt to relax.

Sadie emerged from between Tracy’s legs, slobber drooling down her chin, but otherwise with that same huge smile on her face she’d had earlier and looking very proud of herself.  It might have just been Tracy’s imagination, but she seemed to detect a new radiance of confidence emanating from Sadie, a glow.

After giving Tracy a few minutes to recover, Becca stood up and pushed the coffee table out of the way.  “Okay,” she said, “No reason why you girls get to have all the fun. I want in on this action too. I don’t care which one of you does it, but one of you lay down, right here.” She indicated where the coffee table had just been.

Tracy followed her girlfriend’s instructions, lying down on the rug in front of the couch.  Becca assumed a position over Tracy’s face, planting her muff squarely in Tracy’s mouth. Tracy dutifully ate her girlfriend out.  She loved Becca’s pussy, it was flawlessly shaped, and her tongue found its way in easily.

In turn, Becca reached out for Sadie, and encouraged her to stand directly in front of her.  “Come on in here, girl,” Becca encouraged. “No one’s getting left out of this.”

Tracy watched from below, as Becca began digging her tongue into Sadie’s slit.  She’d never watched this activity from that particular angle before. In fact, as she thought about it, she’d never watched another girl eat someone out before.  She found it quite arousing.

They stayed in this position for a good long while.  Becca’s thighs on either side of Tracy’s face. Sadie’s magnificent legs stretching upward, right above her.  Becca’s face buried between Sadie’s thighs. The visual image alone was enough to make Tracy hot and wet once more.  With the added physical stimulation, it was nearly more than her intoxicated mind could handle.

The three girls continued to play for the rest of the night.  They tried different positions, they took turns. By the time the sun rose, Sadie was no longer the inexperienced, innocent freshman that she had been when she entered the apartment the night before.

As she and Tracy lay in bed, chatting about the previous night’s party, Tracy posed a question to her.  “So, what was your reservation against dating Heather again?”

Sadie laughed, a genuine, deep laugh.  “I can’t really remember,” she replied, a grin on her face.  “If she’s interested, I might give it a shot.”

“She’s interested,” Tracy assured her.  “Trust me, she’s interested.”

Authors note:

I’ll be honest, I hesitated about whether I should tell this story or not… mainly because the game of strip Trivial Pursuit just reeks of like, something that would only happen in a Friday the 13th movie… but, I promise, it happened.  Maybe not word-for-word, because, I had like, a TON of Jell-O shots that night, (and it was twenty-two years ago) so some of the details are a little hazy… but, I clearly remember the James Caan question, and now, I will never forget that obscure piece of trivia.

It was also a bit awkward to write this story, because I was writing about my best friend, her girlfriend (and future wife), and my soon-to-be girlfriend (now former girlfriend) whom I had not yet started dating at that point.  So, asking Tracy for additional details about what happened after I left that night was—weird.   

For the record, Sadie and I did have a very nice relationship throughout the remainder of my junior year, and all of my senior year in college.  However, like so many relationships, life got in the way. Conflicting career paths led us to two very different cities, and we eventually went our separate ways.