College Lessons

Sarah wanted to cry.

The walk home in the rain left her cold and wet, but she was really shivering because of the way Professor Canby had teased her answers in sociology. "Incomplete, young lady. Did you FINISH the chapter?" the class loved that one!

Sniffling, quiet lest she disturb Carrie, Sarah reached the top of the narrow flight of stairs and hung a left into her room. Carrie was home, Sarah heard quiet music from behind her closed door. The older girl was on the phone, laughing out loud. As Sarah fought back the tears from her day, and wiped a wet patch of limp brown hair from her eyes, she heard Carrie's haughty voice. "Forget it, I'm never doing him again: he blew his load on my favourite sweater last time... I'll stick with you Sophie."

Sarah froze, door half open at Carrie's last purred words. Carrie giggled some more from behind her closed door...and there was another sound. A buzzing. Then a moan.

She knew it was wrong to eavesdrop - specially on such a private conversation! - but Carrie had been so good to Sarah, took her in as a room-mate when she didn't even know her, helped her find her job at the Campus library, even took her to bars (much wilder places than she'd ever gone at home). Sarah felt her cheeks burn as she remembered how much fun it was, dancing with Carrie at the bars. Then she felt the warmth spread.

Carrie let out a low moan, and Sarah came to her senses, horrified at what she was doing -- what she was feeling! She closed the door as quiet as a church mouse and leaned against it, feeling the heat underneath her wet clothes, remembered how warm Carrie's legs were, pressed against her own in a funny, sexy dance Carrie showed her would get the guys all horny.

Sarah started to cry again, thinking how she repaid Carrie's confidence: listening to her -- to her--

She stamped her wet-socked foot and got to pulling the clothes off of herself; it was hard work, but finally she had a wet pile next to the hamper, and started looking for clean clothes, shivering in the November cold. She froze: all her clothes were downstairs in the hall, Carrie had drove her to the laundromat at lunch.

Angry with herself, frustrated to the point of crying again -- and COLD -- Sarah opened the door a crack. Carrie was still giggling low, her door closed. Sarah stepped out into the hall, nervous about being out of her room naked. She even wore a towel in the change room at the gym (something else Carrie teased her about, when she took off her own skimpy clothes when they went swimming together).

Just as Sarah caught herself thinking about Carrie's wet body, nipples sticking out in the cold showers the school provided, Carrie moaned, deep and long, igniting Sarah between the legs. She froze at the top stair and listened. The moan came again,this time catching in Carrie's throat. Unbidden, ashamed, Sarah felt herself turn and creep back to her room-mate's door.

The house was old; the doors had large, old fashioned keyholes in them. Sarah knelt down, and looked through the hole.

Carrie was sitting at her computer desk, one leg on the desk, one stretched wide to lay on the footboard of her bed. Her eyes were closed, one hand holding the phone the other holding...

Sarah looked away, putting balled fists up to her eyes. But the sounds kept coming. Half-swallowed gasps, with the low humming, almost disappearing everytime Carrie buried the small silver machine inside herself.

She looked back, eyes wide and eager this time.

Carrie had shoulder-length, flame-red hair. There was a small, trimmed triangle of red pointing down between her legs. Her fingers were white from the grip she had on the silver vibrator, hissing then growing silent when she filled herself, then hissing again as she pulled back. Her face was blushing deeply, her tongue licking her lips as she nodded, uttering her complicity to the cummands Sophie gave her on the other end of the phone.

Sophie was a bitch! When Sarah was introduced, Sophie ignored her, and teased her every chance she got. Sarah didn't know WHAT Carrie saw in her: she had rings in her eyebrow, nose and each nipple; she had tatoos down both arms and a permanent scowl. And Carrie was alwaysletting her tell her just what to do and how to do it... the Bitch!

Carrie started to squeal, like Sarah used to when she hurt her knee and wanted Daddy to kiss her better. When Carrie did it, Sarah almost squealed herself, and pushed her eye closer to the keyhole--

--and slipped on the pool of water she'd tracked up the stairs.

Clunk! She fell into the door. Terrified, whimpering, she tried to crawl backwards, but only fell and hit the door again.

Finally, reaching to the bannister beside Carrie's door (please let me get out of here please let me get out!) she hauled herself to her feet.. and just as she was standing, Carrie opened the door.

Holding a robe in front of her - gleaming wet vibrator not cumpletely obscured in its folds - Carrie's eyes widened at the sight of Sarah, naked. Her eyes ran up and down her body. "Sarah? Wh-what?" Her eyes returned again to Sarah's nipples.

Sarah didn't have to look down. She know they were sticking out, achingly hard. Just as she knew her faced was washed out, pale with shame...and desire.

Carrie's eyes widened. "Ohhh," she said, realizing what Sarah had been doing. She took a quick look over her shoulder, then back to the door, and knew she'd had been watching! "Ohhhhh," she purred again.

Sarah shook her head, backing into her own room. "Carrie, I'm, I'm SO sorry!" Carrie followed, as if the two were joined together by a string.

A strange expression flickered on Carrie's face. "Did you like what you saw, Sarah? Did you see enough?" Was she annoyed? Angry? Carrie looked at Sarah, as she held her hands in front of her body, eyes lowered.

Lowered just enough to see Carrie's robe fall to the floor. Followed seconds later by the vibrator,which bounced off the robe and rolled into Sarah's foot. Then Carrie's feet stepped into view.

"Okay. Look at me, Sarah." The voice was harsh, demanding. Sarah did as she was told, almost dying at the look on Carrie's face. But her body...Sarah looked down again and felt her eyes soften, seeing the flush in Carrie's chest, hard nipples....the way she spread your legs.

Sarah jerked her eyes back to Carrie's face, holding her hands out, pleading. "God, I'm sorry, I didn't..." the words died in Sarah's face. Carrie stepped forward again, grabbing Sarah's hands with her own...and pressed them to her warm, soft hips.

"You liked my show, didn't you, Sarah-girl," Carrie softly teased, so as not to scare the younger girl off, and slid one shivering hand to her wet lips, moving the fingertips to slide in between.

Carrie sighed, and when her eyes opened a minute later, they locked onto Sarah's urgently. "I think it's time for you to put one on for me!"