I fear that Lilly has irrevocably altered my path in life try as I might to fight the chaotic current that she creates. I’ve taken to affectionately calling her Lilith now as she has become the source and instigator of my temptations. Unsurprisingly, Lilly has embraced her new moniker with wicked delight. An impish smile already seems for slyly form on her delicate lips when I refer to her as Lilith. 

If ever there were an opposite to me, it would be her. She grew up largely unsupervised in Chicago. Her time was spent exploring all the city had to offer—both the good and the bad. She was worldly and wild in my simple eyes. When I showed up to our dorm room, I was quick to say hello and introduce myself. She took one look at me and smiled. She walked right up to me and palmed the giant cross necklace I had around my neck. 

“That’s adorable,” she said with her jade eyes looking directly into mine. I was stunned and stood there motionless. “This little trinket won’t protect you here from all the corruption and evils you’ve been warned about.”

I must have had a look of abject horror and unbridled fear. Lilly let go of my necklace and quickly let out her vibrant laugh. “I’m just playing with you country girl,” she said while taking my suitcase. 

“How did you…” I started to ask.

“Cowboy boots. Jeans during the hot-as-balls summer. Shirt that says Jesus Saves. Plus that giant cross and doe-eyed look of purity you have.” There was an awkward pause. I couldn’t tell if she liked me or mocking me. “It’s not a bad thing, Jessica. You’re going to have a helluva time discovering the real world now that your outside of your little bubble.”

Several weeks had gone by since our initial meeting, and it was clear that Lilly had taken on the role worldly educator when it came to me. I wasn’t entirely opposed to it either. I was definitely a fish out of water starting college so far from home. Having Lilly as a bit of a guide gave me a sense of being grounded in the surrounding chaos.

We were together in a private study room in the library going over all of our notes for an upcoming exam. As we took a break to eat our little, packaged sandwiches, Lilly diverted our academic conversation to how I lost my virginity. It was a quick story. I lost it at a summer, church retreat. I told her that while I wasn’t expecting some earth-shattering experience for my first time, I did expect to feel something. I hadn’t. I confided in her that it wasn’t really anything. It was just this thing that happened and then it was over. 

“Maybe you’re a lesbian, Jess,” she said with a little giggle and smile. She leaned to the left hard enough to bump our shoulders together playfully.

“I...I don’t think so,” I said. 

“Would your god disapprove if you were? Your parents?” she verbally poked.

“My parents would uhhh not be happy if I switched to being gay.”

“You don’t just turn out gay, silly. You’ve always been one way or another. You just may not have realized it.”

“Hmmm,” I replied considering her words.

“Besides, maybe you’re bi and your parents will only be half disappointed,” Lilly said with a teasing laugh. “Have you even kissed another girl?”

“Like KISS kiss? No. That wouldn’t of happened where I grew up. Have you?” I asked already having guessed what her answer was going to be.

“Of course! Not a lot, but yeah, I’ve kissed other girls. Sometimes I’ve done more than just kiss them.” The way she said it. There was this raw sensuality as the words left her lips. I could feel my cheeks burning. I found myself...curious I suppose as to what exactly more than kissing entailed.

Lilly leaned in closely towards me. “Would you like to kiss a girl?” she asked with sparkling eyes and a soft smile. “Would you like to kiss me maybe?”

“I…” started to answer when I felt her right hand touch the side of my face. She pulled me towards her. Before I knew it I felt her soft, wet lips pressing against mine in a delicate kiss. My heart skipped several beats in that moment and then began to beat a mile a minute. She grasped me more firmly and I felt her tongue slip between my lips and find my own tongue. 

The smell of her floral perfume wafted into my nose and bewitched me. Our tongues began dancing as her fingers teased my ear and played with my hair. It was then that I realized my pussy was on fire. My clit ached and throbbed under its denim prison. We ended making out for almost ten minutes before our heads separated. My entire body and mind was alive and tingling with feelings that were entirely novel and a little scary. Oh my god...was I a lesbian after all? Ah fuck...I can’t be. It goes against everything I was taught growing up. But Lilly...that kiss...oh god why did it have to make me feel so good?

“I gotta go to bed,” I stammered while standing up and shoveling my things into my backpack. We walked back in silence to our room. When we got back, I quickly pulled my jeans off taking note of my completely soaked panty. With my t-shirt in the hamper, I slid under my sheet and stared at the ceiling still dumbfounded by what just happened.

Suddenly, Lilly crawled into my bed under the sheet. She was completely naked.

“What...wait...what are you doing?!” I whispered.

“You said you wanted to go to bed and continue,” she whispered back. Her knees slipped between mine and she spread my legs apart. As I felt her hand sliding down my stomach towards my nether region, she began passionately kissing me again. He small, milky-white breasts with tiny, hard, pink nipples pressed against mine. Her hand deftly found my hungry slit, and two fingers quickly slid inside me.

“You’re so fucking hot and wet. Your little cunt is on fire,” she panted before resuming our kissing. As her fingers hooked inside me and began their search for my pleasure spot, I felt my hips bucking and grinding. 

“Ooohhhh fuck,” I moaned probably more loudly than I should have. Lilly withdrew her pussy-coated fingers from my panty and shoved them in my mouth.

“Shhhh!!!” she admonished softly. “Not so loud my eager slut.” I nodded with her fingers pressed against my tongue. “Now clean my fingers off, pet,” she whispered.

I began licking and sucking my own intimate juices off her slender fingers. Tasting myself for the first time was mind blowing. Just being fingered for the first time almost made me pass out. If I’m completely honest, I wasn’t a girl that had ever masturbated. I don’t really recall that my parents or our church expressly forbade it. It was more like we were told to remain chaste and pure of mind, body, and spirit until we met our husband or wife. Plus, I didn’t have access to porn where we lived. My computer time was to be used only for school and was monitored by my mother. And it’s not like I had a lot of time to think impure thoughts. Between helping on the farm, school, sports, and a little, part-time job, I wasn’t really able to have idle hands or an idle mind. Additionally, I wasn’t allowed to even fully shut my bedroom door let alone shut and *gasp* lock it. Even my showers were somewhat monitored. What I thought were efforts to prevent me from wasting water or driving up the electric bill for the hot water heater, I now realize were about making sure I didn’t have enough time to discover or enjoy my pleasurable bit and pieces.

“Do you like how your pussy tastes?” Lilly asked. I nodded quickly. “Good girl. Will you share with me? May I have a taste?” she asked with her now infamous impish smile. I eagerly nodded again.

I think I was expecting her to finger me again. Instead, her pixie-cut, red head disappeared below the sheet and I felt my panty sliding down my thighs. The next moment her tongue pressed gently against my slit and I bit my lower lip to keep from wailing like a banshee. As the tip of her warm tongue worked itself inside of me, I reached down and placed my hands on the back of her head. Without even really thinking about it, I began grinding my hips and pulling her pretty face into my cunt. I could hear her muffle giggle as I did it. 

“Fucking hell, Lilly,” I moaned softly in blind ecstasy. I lift up the sheet and our eyes met. Her tongue was still lapping up my leaking nectar directly from my delicious fruit. She looked so incredibly sexy eating me out. “I think...I think I’m going…” I whimpered.

“To come?”

I bit my lower lip again and nodded while I looked at her. 

“Then come for me, Jess. Come while I suck your clit.” Lilly ran her tongue from the base of my slit all the way to my clit ever so slowly. I was going insane. As soon as she began sucking my throbbing clit, I let go of her head and grabbed the below below my own. I put it over my face and screamed into it as Lilly brought me to my first orgasm ever. I thought my heart was going to explode in my chest it was beating so hard and fast. My legs shook and hips bucked uncontrollably as wave after wave washed over me. 

“Stop...stop...I can’t take any more, Lilly...please…” I begged her. I put the pillow behind my ahead and pulled on her face. She slithered out from under the sheet. My wetness covered her entire face. I could smell the scent of my sex the closer her face moved to mine.

“Sorry,” she said shyly. “I got a little greedy with how yummy you are.” 

I pulled her in close and kissed her deeply—tasting myself in her mouth and on her lips. I felt her own pussy against my left thigh as we lay there in bed together naked and sweaty. It was like a wet furnace against my skin.

“Would you like for me to return the favor?” I asked while stroking her hair as her head lay atop my breasts. 

“Do you want to?” she whispered.

“Mmhh hmmm.”

“Mmmhhh,” she moaned softly. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to pleasure me, baby. Plenty of opportunities.” Lilly let out a tiny yawn. “I’m so comfortable in your arms like this. Let’s just sleep. We have an exam in like four hours if you recall.”

“Oh yeah,” I giggled softly. I kissed the top of her head and cradled her close as we drifted off to sleep intertwined.