Let's get one thing straight right off the bat...I am not a lesbian. Nor am I a bush hog, dyke, muff diver or bisexual. What I am is a predator and every once in a while, when the mood hits me, I enjoy the taste and feel of female flesh; and not just any woman either. If I'm going to go down on another female she damn well better be prettier or at least as pretty as me and have a knock out body, not some flabby belly and saggy titties with a face that looks like it was shot with bird shot from a twenty gauge. I'm not into these Hillary Clinton types with short hair, pant suits and making up for their lack of beauty by trying to be the biggest bitches on the planet. I know, I know....To each his/her own, but seriously, YUCK!!!
When I attended the University of Alabama I had the good fortune of being friends with this very attractive cheerleader named Mandy. Mandy was your typical bouncy, eternally happy girl from Montgomery and had the appearance and mannerisms of being the most innocent of God's creatures. That was what I loved most about her. She could get away with anything due to the fact she was gorgeous, friendly and polite with an Alabama drawl that dripped sticky and sweet like watermelon juice. I never suspected Mandy was a devious little slut but I found out, much to my delight, that she was.
We met during my sophomore year. I briefly flirted with the notion of trying out for cheerleading because I was trying to get a scholarship but couldn't stomach the thought of having some guy lift me over his head with a handful of ass and pussy as his reward. Mandy was the captain of the cheerleading team and befriended me pretty quick. Friday night, after I walked out on a potential career as a bubble gum chewing, 'Roll Tide' blonde hair, blue eyed, 'Hey y'all' dancing slut, Mandy came over to my room to find out why I had quit.
I told her I had accepted a partial scholarship on the swimming team and wasn't big on being felt up by male cheerleaders. Mandy giggled and told me she understood but was disappointed because she thought I'd make a fantastic cheerleader. I thought that would be the end of it but the following Monday I got an invitation to visit her sorority to see if I had any interest in joining. I hadn't been a big fan of the whole Greek thing when I first got to school but was sick of living in a dorm so I decided to give it a try.
I arrived at the sorority house at the appointed time and was met by a girl who introduced herself as Heather. Heather, of course, was drop dead gorgeous. Now that I think about it, I've never known a Heather who wasn't gorgeous. Your Jennifer's of the world can be either pretty or ugly but Heather's never are, at least not in the great state of Alabama.
Anyway, Heather led me through the house and up some stairs. She stopped me at a door, knocked, and I heard Mandy's voice from the other side telling us to come in.
"Hey," Mandy drawled, as she got up to greet me. She planted a kiss on my cheek and hugged me. I didn't think anything of it because Mandy was always affectionate like that. Like I said, she was a bubbly, way too happy girl with a permanent smile.
"I'm glad you came," she said.
"Well, yeah," I said. "What else was I going to do?"
Mandy giggled once more, dismissed Heather, and shut the door. She and I were alone now and me, being an unassuming twenty year old, just stood there wondering what was going to happen. I seriously wanted to kiss Mandy. She'd nearly taken my breath away when she kissed my cheek but now I wanted to feel her lips against mine. I was certain, however, that she was a goody goody little virgin girl and didn't think anything would happen but I was wrong.
Usually it was me who was the aggressive one but Mandy took me by surprise by leaning in close and grazing her lips against mine. I jumped back, taken off guard and she stopped, looked at me puzzled.
"Is this too much for you?" she asked.
I laughed.
"Hardly," I said. "You just took me by surprise."
I took her in my arms, pulled her close to me, and forced my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues mingled together. Hers was soft and warm, and her perfumed skin was simply intoxicating. I love a hard cock as much as any woman but I swear; something about a soft, feminine, sweet smelling female just gets my juices flowing.
"You kiss good," she breathed in my ear. "You've done this before?"
"A few times," I said.
"I'm not gay," she whispered.
"I'm not either," I replied.
We kissed again, this time longer. Mandy ran her fingers through my long blonde hair then moved down to my neck where she began to lightly kiss me.
"You turn me on," she said. "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you."
"What do you want?" I asked.
"You said the other day you didn't want to get felt up by male cheerleaders. Remember that?"
I nodded.
"Well, what do you think about getting felt up by a female cheerleader?"
"I like that idea," I said.
Mandy smiled sheepishly and kissed me on the neck. She was incredibly soft. She told me she'd never touched a girl before and I told her to just take her time and not worry about anything.
"You make me feel comfortable," she said. "That's why I picked you."
One item of clothing that all college girls must have is a denim mini skirt. I think it's a requirement. Anyway, I was wearing mine along with a Crimson Tide tank top. Mandy had a full-length mirror on the back of her door and she turned me around so I could see myself with her behind me. Her hands were around my waist and she lifted my shirt up and over my head. Mandy ran her hands over my bra-covered breasts. She did that for a few minutes until she got up the nerve to unzip my skirt. It fell to my ankles and I watched as Mandy's hands roamed my body. She unclasped my bra and freed the girls, took my nipples between her fingers and tweaked them, making them hard. She played with my tits for a few minutes, studying them as if trying to decide if they were better than her own or not.
I was wearing this ultra cute little pink thong and Mandy, after fully exploring my tits, hooked her fingers on the waistband and pulled them off. I allowed her to spread my legs enough to get a good look.
"Oh my God," she gasped. "You shave your bush. Why do you do that?"
"Doesn't everyone?" I asked, puzzled.
"I shave my bikini line but I never thought of taking if all off," she said. She stared at my pussy for a few minutes, and then asked me to sit in a nearby chair, which I did. Mandy got down on her knees in front of me. She spread my legs apart, gazing at my snatch like it was a steak dinner. Mandy looked up at me with her sparkly blue eyes.
"Can I touch it?"
"Sure," I said. "Help yourself."
Mandy stuck out her hand with a hint of trepidation but curiosity got the best of her and I felt the palm of her hand gently on my pussy.
"It's so smooth," she gasped.
After a while Mandy got braver and it wasn't long before I was wet and horny. Mandy spread the folds of my pussy lips and exposed my clit. The way she studied every detail made me laugh and she looked up at me, question marks etched on her face.
"What?" she wanted to know.
"Nothing," I said. "Don't stop."
Eventually Mandy stuck her middle finger inside my pussy and fingered me. It was awkward at first but it wasn't long before she got the rhythm right and I leaned my head back, spread my legs further apart, and let her finger fuck me. The feeling was incredible and was made even more so by the fact this beautiful Southern Belle, who had never touched another woman before, was on her knees before me with a finger deep inside my pussy.
Eventually she stopped and withdrew her finger. She put it to her lips and gently licked it.
"Taste good?" I asked.
"Different," she said. "It's sweet, not salty like my boyfriend."
"You can eat me if you want," I told her.
Mandy hesitated slightly.
"I'm afraid to," she said. "I don't think I'm ready for that just yet."
"It's okay," I said. "No pressure."
I stood up to get dressed but Mandy stopped me.
"Um. Would you do me a favor?" she asked.
"Sure," I said.
"Can you make me look like you?"
I asked her what she meant and she said she wanted her pussy smooth like mine.
"Sure," I said. "I'd be glad to."
Mandy smiled, said thanks and ran off to the bathroom. She came back a minute later carrying a towel, shaving cream and a razor.
"I am so fucking nervous about this," she said. "But you look so hot. I want to find out what it feels like."
I helped Mandy out of her shorts and panties and had her sit on the sink in her bathroom. Her pussy hair was honey colored and neatly trimmed, not bushy like I'd expected.
I made quick work of it, leaving her a nice little strip of hair just above her lips. Mandy looked so sexy that I just had to taste her treasures so without warning, I stuck out my tongue and touched her clit. Mandy moaned loudly and tensed up.
"Oh, God, baby," she said. "I wasn't expecting that."
"You want me to stop?" I asked.
"Hell no. Don't you dare," She said.
I pushed Mandy's legs far apart as they would go and pushed my face into her sweet pussy. She tasted wonderful and my tongue snaked its way deeper and deeper inside her. Mandy was near screaming by this point and pressed her legs tightly against the sides of my head to the point I could barely move. Suddenly she tensed up, grabbed the back of my head and held me there, unable to breathe with a face full of wet pussy. I could feel her orgasm course through her body and wave after wave of girl juice poured from her honey hole. I continued to lick her, taking in all her fluids until she could take no more. I stood up, stretched my back and looked down at Mandy. She was a gorgeous girl and I couldn't wait to spend more time with her.
After she got herself composed Mandy walked me to the door.
"So," she said. "You think you have any interest in joining my sorority?"
"I do," I told her.
Mandy winked at me, leaned close and kissed me on the cheek. Then she whispered, "Our secret, okay?"
"Of course," I said. You can trust me."
Mandy smiled and opened the door for me.
"Good, because I want to see you again but I can't afford to have rumors floating around campus."
I turned to leave but she had one last thing to say.
"Hey, maybe you can move into my room. That way will just be roommates. What do you think of that idea?"
"Brilliant," I said. "I'll see you on Monday, okay?"
"Bye, Bonnie," Mandy said, smiling as she shut the door. "Come back soon."
I hadn't expected to mess around with Mandy but I was sure happy I had. I'd misjudged her for sure. It made me realize you really can't judge a book by looking at the cover. Sometimes people hide their lustful desires behind the mask of virginal innocence and that's what makes for a wonderful life, the unexpected surprises.
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