I’ve not really talked about Nina much, which is surprising since in my head, she’s the only girl I’ve ever felt serious about, whilst i’ve had lesbian lovers, she’s one I consider “girlfriend”. The best part about being lesbian lovers however is that it really doesn’t take much to initiate sex…

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“How’s the essay going?” I ask Nina who has sprawled out on her single bed, in nothing but a t-shirt and some black cotton panties. I know she hasn’t actually started it, the piles of unopened library books on her desk being a give-away.

“Let’s not talk about that. You don’t even know what I study.” She jokes, reaching over the side of the bed where I am sat against it and taking a dorito chip from the bag in my hands. I turn around, because for some reason, I’ve always thought it was cute the way she eats them. Like a chimpmonk. On someone else, I’d think it looked ridiculous, but on Nina, I can only think she’s adorable. The fact she’s eating crisps whilst in bed freaks me out a little though. I make a mental note to brush down the bed before we go to sleep tonight.

“I do know what you study. You’re doing a master’s in Sociology.”

“What field?”

“Food. Eating.”

“That means nothing.”

“How eating patterns differ in public and private between different numbers or people, as well as social and ethnic groups and communities, it’s implications and revelations on the ego.”

“Lucky guess.” She says, rolls over and kisses my cheek. Actually, it was a lucky guess, I only vaguely remember her watching people intensely when we go to the cafeteria or a restaurant. My cheek has a orange tinge. She’s such a messy eater. Messy girl all round in fact. I reach my hand over the bed and feel her cool thigh, I slowly run my hand up and down, although the angle is weird.

“That’s nice. Don’t stop.” She giggles, which of course makes me stop. “I like the way you do that.”

“Do what?” I ask her, getting up and joining her on the bed. It really is small, we’re very squished together.

“The way you just, touch me sometimes. I’ve noticed it, when you’re relaxed or comfortable, you like to touch people. Not even in a sexual way, I mean, you just like to feel them. Kinetically.”

“This is the problem with dating a uni student. You’re too analytical. You think too much into what I do.” I push her over, so now she is lying on back. I straddle her just below the knees, keeping the weight on myself. I use both hands to run up her thighs, then pull down her panties. “You really think I could touch you in a non-sexual way?” I remove her panties and kiss up her legs. I can smell how excited she already is.

“I don’t mean right now. But you do do it. Especially in the mornings when we wake up.” She protests, I love that she always has to be right about these things. I run a single finger down the slit of her pussy, which sends a shiver through her body. My finger comes out very moist.

“Want me to stop?” I tease.

“No.”

“You never want me to stop in the mornings either you know.” I say before opening her legs wider apart, and tasting her. Girls taste different from guys, but Nina has always tasted different from other girls. I lap my tongue slowly around her outer lips, and flick gently against her clit which peaks out at the top. Her hands are in my hair, back arched and she’s softly sighing. I decide to speed things up a little by inserting a finger into her, as I pick up the speed against her clit. She’s now more audible, and dorm rooms aren’t known thick walls.

“Shh, you’re dorm-mates are going to get angry at us again.” I tell her, but instead she just pushes me head back down and clamps her thighs against my head. If there was an option for breathing or making her cum, I’d pick the latter one every time. Actually, when she comes, it’s more like drowning, there’s so much juice coming out of her.

There’s a banging on her wall, and we both laugh at how well timed it was. Sitting on her bed, leaning against the wall, we put on some chick-flick