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You Do Learn Fast by Lorenzo deBrusius, general, girl/girl, dildoes A dorm room sex between two coeds turns into a hot lesson in lust Carnal Coeds by Lorenzo deBrusius Ebook ordering (c) Copyright 2001, all rights reserved

Morning drizzle shrouded the Crestwood College campus with gray mist. Cathy Carson, hair tousled from sleep, gazed out the window of her dormitory room. It was her second week away from home, and she was still experiencing mixed emotions of loneliness and liberation.

Cathy was wearing a pink, silk nightie whose clinging folds highlighted her ample breasts, broad hips, and prominent backside. The carpet under her bare feet felt reassuring.

A knock at the door brought her out of her reverie.

“Who is it?”

“Your roomie,” a girl’s voice said. “Ruthie Mendoza. I hope I’m not interrupting anything. If you have a guy there, I’ll wait till you’re done cleaning his tube.”

“Just a moment,” Cathy said, disconcerted that anyone would assume she had a guy with her. College was proving more than she had anticipated.

She opened the door. And she gasped.

Ruthie Mendoza was spectacular. Everything about her was dark: her shoulder-length hair, her flashing eyes, her mahogany complexion. She was as tall as Cathy, who stood five feet nine, but whereas Cathy had the opulent curves of a woman in a painting by Rubens, Ruthie looked as lithe as a panther. She was wearing cut-off blue jeans, a sweatshirt, and sandals.

“Sorry to disturb you,” she said, openly admiring Cathy’s full figure and bare feet. “There was a computer screw-up and I just got my dorm assignment. I’ve been staying in temporary quarters downstairs.”

Introducing herself, Cathy ushered Ruthie inside. “I was starting to worry I’d be without a roommate.”

Ruthie smiled. “Nothing to worry about now,” she said, glancing about the room. “It looks cozy. I think I’m going to like it.”

Meanwhile, Cathy was stealing appreciative glances at Ruthie’s lissome physique. “It’s great to have company,” she said. “Give me a minute to put some clothes on and I’ll help you bring your things up.”

Ruthie beamed. “I can’t wait to get settled. I already feel as if I’ve found a sister,” she said, giving Cathy a discreetly brisk hug. “I think we’ll get along.”

“Me, too,” Cathy said, slipping out of her nightie and into khaki cut-offs, a tee-shirt, and sneakers.

“Damn, you’re stacked,” Ruthie said. “I’ll bet you boys follow you around with their tongues hanging out.”

Cathy blushed. “Not actually,” she admitted. “I used to be the fat girl who was always teased in school. My one really hot date turned out such a failure that I wonder if I’ll ever feel comfortable with a boy again.”

As they carried Ruthie’s things upstairs, Cathy described her date with Tommy, sparing no details. Ruthie said sympathetically, “Tommy sounds like a male egotist who needs a lesson in etiquette. Boys can really be pricks, but we tolerate them because they have pricks.”

Cathy laughed. “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could have the pricks without the boys?”

“No sooner said than done,” Ruthie assured her. “Close the door and lock it, sis. There’s something I think you’ll enjoy seeing.”

Opening a small trunk, Ruthie withdrew some garments, placed them aside, and brought out an ornate wooden box a foot square and four inches high.

“What an exquisite jewelry chest,” Cathy said.

Ruthie smiled. “I call it my Traveling Companion. Look at the lid.”

Cathy studied the tiny, intricate carvings of wide-hipped, big-breasted women and huge-cocked men performing impossible sexual acrobatics.

“It was a gift from my first lover,” Ruthie explained. “The carvings are based on the famous erotic sculptures on the temples at Khajuraho, in the Indian state of Madhya Pradesh.”

“Was your boyfriend from India?” Cathy asked.

Ruthie laughed. “Sis, it wasn’t a boy. Are you shocked?”

Cathy blushed. “Well, maybe a little surprised, but I’m not offended, if that’s what you mean. I try to be open-minded.”

“I’m so glad you feel that way. Boys are perfectly okay, if you can find one who’s considerate, but sometimes only a girl can understand the needs of another girl.”

Cathy felt a surge of excitement in her loins. Since first setting eyes on her roommate, she had been having exactly the same thoughts.

“Now let me show you what’s inside,” Ruthie said, taking a tiny silver key from a chain around her neck. She opened the box to display a series of velvet-lined compartments containing dildos in various sizes and styles.

Cathy gasped. “Jeez, that one looks just like Tommy’s big dong,” she said. “Can I touch it?”

“Be my guest,” Ruthie said, handing her the eight-incher. “The balls can be filled with liquid and squeezed, in case you want to practice sucking a boy to orgasm.”

“What kind of liquid is best?” Cathy asked, running her hand along the pink, rubber shaft.

“I have a recipe from Rani, the girl who gave me the box. You heat some cornstarch, gelatin, and special herbs with water. It looks and tastes almost exactly like come. I haven’t used it lately, though. I’ve never been the Julia Child type when it comes to kitchen chores. It’s easier just to pick up a guy and swallow the real stuff.”

“You’re getting me all hot, talking that way,” Cathy said. “Do you suppose I could borrow it sometime? I’ve never used a dildo, but the idea turns me on. I want to be experienced when I see Tommy again. He said I’d never know how to satisfy a guy, and I intend to make him regret that remark.”

“I have an even better idea,” Ruthie said, lifting the tray from the box to display another layer of sex toys. She brought out a U-shaped crimson object that she straightened into a double-headed dildo twenty inches long and as thick as a broomstick, with twin bulges in the middle to simulate a pair of balls.

“Wow, that’s something,” Cathy exclaimed.

“It’s my sentimental favorite,” Ruthie said. “I call it The Professor, because Rani used it to teach me about sex. I’ve never shared it with anyone else, but I’d like to share it with you.”

“I’m flattered,” Cathy said, blushing. “I never thought I’d be talking so intimately with another girl, let alone, well…”

“Getting it on?” Ruthie asked. “Don’t be embarrassed, sis. I felt the same way the first time I got it on with Rani, worried that I might give up on boys. But being with her only expanded my horizons, and now I’d like to expand yours.”

“They certainly could use some expanding,” Cathy admitted. “How do we start?”

“With fewer words,” Ruthie said. “Follow my example and save your tongue for other things, like this.” She kissed Cathy directly on the mouth, coaxing tenderly until Cathy’s resisting lips finally parted to accept the probing tongue.

Cathy returned a few tentative tongue thrusts and ran her hands along Ruthie’s back and buttocks, while Ruthie’s fingers deftly undid the zipper of Cathy’s shorts and lowered them around the girl’s knees.

Replaying Ruthie’s words in her mind—“Follow my example—” Cathy found the tab of Ruthie’s zipper and gave it a tug. Seconds later both girls were standing in just their panties and droopy tops. Then, kicking off their footwear, they took turns removing each other’s shirt.

Ruthie had small, firm breasts with nipples as sharp as the peaks on a pair of macaroons. Her tummy was flat, with just a slight bulge below the navel, and her pubic bush made another bulge inside the crotch of her white, silk panties. Stray hairs poked above the waistband of the undergarment, like tree branches over the top of a wall.

While Cathy gazed admiringly at Ruthie’s lithe, feline body and gleaming dark skin, Ruthie’s eyes were relishing Cathy’s full breasts, ample hips, and ivory complexion. Cathy’s panties were black.

“Do you believe the adage that opposites attract each other?” Ruthie asked, giggling as she tugged the elastic of her roommate’s panties and let it snap back.

“It must be true,” Cathy said, running a finger inside the girl’s underwear. “We’re as opposite as two people could be, yet there’s a mutual attraction I’ve never known before.”

“Are you getting wet?” Ruthie asked, dropping to her knees in front of her Valkyrian partner.

“Pull my panties down and see for yourself,” Cathy teased.

“I don’t have pull them down,” Ruthie said. “I can see the juice wetting your crotch, and I can smell it: sugar and spice and everything nice. But I’ll pull them down anyway, because I want to taste you.”

Ruthie slid the soaked panties off and Cathy stepped out of them, her blond, pubic thatch glistening wetly as she parted her legs. Ruthie pressed her face into the golden bush and flicked her tongue to sample Cathy’s nectar.

Cathy trembled, moaning almost inaudibly. “If you keep that up, sis, I’m going to squirt all over your face.”

“I’d love that, but there’s no point in rushing things,” Ruthie said, rising to her feet. “Now it’s your turn.”

Cathy knelt before her and peeled Ruthie’s underpants away to reveal a dense, black forest whose musky aroma sent a shudder of delight through her as she extended her tongue.

“That’s enough,” Ruthie gasped, stepping away. Cathy started to get up, but Ruthie pushed her back gently. “Just stay there.”

Ruthie reached for The Professor, which she had placed on a chair, and knelt facing Cathy.

“Too many girls believe that cocksucking is a submissive act,” she said. “It’s a lie, sis. When you have a boy’s dick in your mouth, you’re the one in control—but you have to know what you’re doing,” she added emphatically. “Here, you take one end of The Professor while I take the other.”

“Like this?” Cathy asked, gripping the double-headed dildo.

“Perfect,” Ruthie said. “Now pay attention and follow the steps. Once you get your first taste of come and hear your lover moaning with an orgasm that you gave with your mouth, you’ll be glad you had some lessons from a professor who isn’t a member of the Crestwood College faculty.”

“Actually, I did taste a drop of it once, when Tommy jerked off and splashed my face.”

Ruthie grinned. “Accidents do happen. At least you’re not a complete oral virgin. Still, there’s no appetizer that compares with the real main course of a fresh hot load. Anyhow, let’s get started.”

She began by running her tongue along the shaft of her portion of the dildo, while Cathy watched and imitated at the other end. “You catch on fast,” Ruthie said. “Now start working around the head. Massage the underside with you tongue, but just lightly at first. It’s the most sensitive area of a cock. You don’t want the boy shooting too soon. And remember, guys enjoy having their balls touched.”

As the lesson proceeded, Cathy fellated her end of the dildo and tickled the scrotum, with Ruthie smiling approval around her own mouthful of the immense rubber dong.

“You’re a natural,” Ruthie said, when the lesson was over. “Later, I’ll cook up the come recipe for the squirting dildo, so you can practice taking a hot gush in the mouth. Rani called me her A-plus student. She’d be proud to know that my own first student is A-plus, too.”

Blushing at the compliment, Cathy wiped a trickle of saliva from her chin. “Any student can be A-plus with the right teacher. Wouldn’t it be great to find a boy with two dicks, so we could both suck him off simultaneously? It would be a ménage à trois and a ménage à quatre at the same time.”

Ruthie laughed. “Sis, you have a bizarre imagination, but it’s something to think about. Speaking of simultaneous action, there’s another lesson you might enjoy.”

“Damn, it just gets better and better,” Cathy said. “I chose Crestwood College for its diversity, never really knowing what diversity meant until you came along. Where I grew up, there’s less diversity among people than among kernels on an ear of corn. What are you going to teach me now?”

“Lie flat on your back and draw your knees up as far as you can,” Ruthie instructed. Cathy obeyed, and Ruthie assumed the same position opposite her, so their legs were sprawled and their ass cheeks touching.

“Oh, this feels wonderful,” Cathy rhapsodized. “A drizzly cold day, a cozy room with a soft carpet, and the warm bottom of a beautiful companion up against mine.”

“If you think that feels wonderful,” Ruthie said, flexing the dildo, “just spread your pussy lips and you’ll feel something even better.” She slid one end of The Professor into Cathy’s sopping trench and the other into her own.

“Jeez, we’re connected,” Cathy exclaimed, wriggling her hips to take another few inches of the artificial cock inside her. She could feel the crinkly surface of the rubber scrotum against her perineum. She had never experienced so many thrilling sensations at the same time: the Professor in her pussy, Ruthie’s firm ass cheeks against her own hot backside, the rubber testicles grazing the delicate area between her vulva and anus, and the residual musky aroma of the other girl’s bush in her nostrils.

“Now reach out and give me your hand,” Ruthie said.

“Which one, sis?”

“The one you masturbate with, of course.”

Cathy extended her right hand between her legs. “It’s kind of a tight squeeze,” she said, giggling. “There’s more happening down there than I’m accustomed to.”

“We’re not through yet,” Ruthie said.

Grasping Cathy’s hand, she guided it to her sopping pubic mound. Cathy needed no further instructions as her fingers probed the girl’s wiry bush. She quickly located the slippery twin flaps of Ruthie’s pussy lips through the tangle of hair, and spread them to locate the tiny, clitoral bud at their apex.

“Wow, you do learn fast,” Ruthie said, breathing heavily as Cathy began massaging her hard, little button. “You’re better than an A-plus, babe. You’re summa come laude, and the pun on come is purely intentional.”

Meanwhile, Ruthie’s fingers were exploring Cathy’s wet slot, teasing the lips apart to tickle the hot, little nub between the upper folds. The air in the small dormitory room was filling with the pungent perfume of vaginal ooze.

Cathy was the first to reach orgasm. This was only natural, given the suddenness of so much intimate arousal after so many years of limited sexual experience. Her loins heaved with the surge of her first climax, and when she drew a breath the warm smell of pussy permeating the room sent her immediately into a second spasm of ecstasy. Her broad hips arched and bucked, and her end of the dildo careened out of her dripping cunt like a barbecue wiener squeezed from a bun.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “I think The Professor got lost in the scramble.”

“No problem,” Ruthie assured her as they embraced afterwards. “But what should we do about this carpet? It’s wetter than a roof in the rain.”

Cathy smiled. “No problem,” she said, like an echo. “It’s polyester acrylic, or acrylic polyester, or whatever the stuff is called. It cleans up easily, sis.”

“That’s nice to know. Now let’s get ourselves cleaned up,” Ruthie said, taking Cathy’s hand. “We’ll have a shower together and go into town for a meal. There’s an Asian grocery shop where we can get the ingredients for Rani’s jism formula, so you can have your ultimate lesson in fellatio.”

“Sounds good,” Cathy said.

Ruthie grinned. “Duke Ellington said the same thing about music: ‘If it sounds good, then it is good.’ Do you like jazz?”

“There was no jazz in my home,” Cathy admitted. “My parents called it evil music. But I’d love to have you teach me.”

Ruthie kissed her on the mouth. “Sounds good, sis. Now let’s hit the shower.”