It's fine to pet a pussy if you ask the owner first.

I awaken with a start... and a splitting headache. What the hell was that weird dream. What was it I did again?

Right, I made some change to what everyone thought, or something like that. Its hazy now though. I think I swapped the idea of petting someone's pussy(cat) with pussy(vagina). Fucking weird.

Whatever. I've got class this afternoon, and I'm sure my roommate Anne will be pissed if I skip class again. We've been friends since elementary school, and she's always been like an older sister to me, even if I wish we were something more.

I take a quick shower, and head off to campus. On my way I spy something I'm shocked to see. On a bench, an older man is seemingly groping a college girl's crotch, while she is seemingly unbothered by the whole thing. Other people just walk by like its nothing.

There's no way right. No way that dream was real. I space out through my entire lecture. There's just no way.

I absent-mindedly make my way back to my apartment, on the way, the old man is rubbing a different student's crotch. Ok. Shit, I have to try it.

When I get back, Anne is sitting on the couch watching TV. Her brunette hair in a ponytail, dressed in a simple white tanktop and shorts. Her body isn't really all that curvy, but she's got a caring personality, which almost makes me feel bad for this.

"Hey Anne, after I put my stuff down, can I pet your pussy?" I ask, rushing through the statement in excitement.

Anne eyes me suspiciously before responding, "You've never asked to before, and seem a little off. Its fine by me, but are you feeling alright?"

Holy shit. It worked, or happened, or whatever. "Yeah, one sec." I rush and put my stuff in my room before coming back out to the living room.

She spreads her legs slightly and continues watching tv as I sit next to her. What am I even doing? I've never even kissed a girl, how do I do this? I put my hand on her and start moving it, and she eyes me again.

"Let me give you some tips." Anne says, "first you need to be firm, but not rough, since there are clothes in the way. Second some places feel better than others." She grabs my fingers and begins moving them in her slit. "Like that is how I like my pussy pet." Anne states matter of factly.

I repeat her guided motion for a bit, occasionally pushing harder or changing the motion slightly to hear her let out a small gasp as she watches tv.

After a while, she speaks up again, "You must really love pussy to pet it this much. Another tip, after a while, it doesn't feel good. You're fine for now though, but I'll let you know when you need to stop."

I continue for a bit more before she stops me, her face slightly flush.

That evening I ask a few times but she says not now, but makes an off comment that "She never knew I liked her pussy that much." to which I blush with embarassment.