"Have you ever made out with a girl?"

The blonde American girl stood in front of the other six and rolled her shoulders, which made her large breasts even more noticeable as they moved under her soft, thin wool sweater.

"So..." Cathy said, "to continue my, um, personal-kind-of-sexy story for Anita, my boyfriend asked me if I had ever made out with a girl."

The room was quiet, but the other girls looked attentive, so Cathy cleared her throat.

"So I told him he was silly, you know, of course girls do practice kissing games when they're young and I did that, but nothing to speak of really. I asked him why, and he said he wanted to know, you know, if girls were better, you know, were more sensitive and better tuned in. I didn't really know what to say to that, but we kind of kept talking about it and he asked if there were any girls I would consider making out with. I told him he was being silly, but that night, you know, when he was... when he had his tongue on me, licking my v-, uh vulva. Giving head. When I was lying down and he was going down on me, I closed my eyes and I saw a girl I knew from math, no, you say maths here, maths and I remembered I used to look at her a lot in class and I suddenly knew if things had been different, maybe I could have been with her. It was so strange thinking that. So I started to come on his tongue and while I was getting off, all I could think about was that girl's face, actually just her big eyes looking up the length of my body at me."

Cathy looked around.

"So," she said. "That's my story. Oh. And I wondered if any of you had a boyfriend ask. And how...how do you really answer a question like that?"

Anita asked, "Did you tell him there actually was someone you were thinking about?"

"No, I didn't want to lead him on, you know," Cathy said.

"Did you... did you tell her?" Suki asked.

"God no," Cathy said. "What could have happened? You know, that's not the sort of thing you say to just anyone. Maybe if I knew her for a long time, you know."

Jo laughed. "Or got her drunk enough to spill her own confidences?"

There was laughter around the room. Cathy looked around uncertainly.

Sam whispered something to Eric, but not quite softly enough to keep the final word private. "...anyone?" Sam finished on a rising note.

"Knock it off, you two," Jo said to the twins. "You keep this up all term, and we won't be speaking to one another."

"I'm sorry," said Erica.

"Sorry," said Samantha, less convincingly.

Allison said, "When my man asked me if I'd made it with any other girls, I told him, 'There's no one compares with you, love.'"

Sam and Eric each held a hand over her mouth. Their cheeks twitched.

"When I had a boyfriend who asked me something like that," Anita said, "I told him yes, actually, my best girlfriend and I had wonderful pleasure together. I'm afraid it was too much for his pride. He got sulky and he didn't stay long. My mother said that I can expect the men at college would actually be more attracted to a woman who also has a kiss-kiss girlfriend, or at least a woman who's as ready to snog a girl as a boy."

"Your mother?" Allison asked.

"She is on the faculty," Anita said, "Literature, specializing in Indian, Pakistani, and Afghan erotic poetry."

"No really," Cathy said. "Your mom teaches here?"

"Certainly," Anita said.

"What's her favorite poem?" Jo asked.

"I don't know exactly," Anita said, "But I know she liked to tease the male faculty by quoting at length from an Afghani poem about a young man with a beautiful bottom."

Jo crowed with laughter, Sam and Eric joined in, and the rest of the girls giggled.

"Anyway," Anita said. "I've said more than enough. Anyone else have an answer for Cathy, or shall we go round to more stories to pay me back for mine?"