<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gQYTcS8.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Sophie Caspersen<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Girl's Dorms - Sophie and Joanne's Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 3rd, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Masturbation, sexual content described below<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Closed, Joanne Weber<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Adventure took all forms, it seemed. Her heart was already racing, but the oncoming unknown forced it to speed up more. Her bloodstream was a cocktail of chaos. She was hot, it was hard to breath, sweating, every exhale had a brush stroke of laughter. She was eager. It was sudden, but she was suddenly vibrating with excitement over this novel experience.<br/><br/>There was some time, a few seconds that drifted through the air as the two of them looked at each other. Sophie was accepting, Joanne was a bit taken back. There was unspoken communication between them. They both wanted it, the validation was there, the electricity was sparking. For a moment, Sophie wished that she had some kind of power that helped her see these things, like the music that Bridgette heard. To her, it was all mysterious, and it took practice, refining to get right.<br/><br/>The two roommates had bonded a few times already. Originally, they’d been a bit awkward, and it was hard for them to talk. Sophie could vividly remember the frustration that her American peers expressed when they couldn’t understand her. In the first few months, her English was bad and her accent was almost intelligible. They were friends, they’d grown close. They’d talked about almost everything including pieces of their pasts, their hopes and desires, their fears, powers, classes, and crushes.<br/><br/>As Joanne was walking toward her, Sophie slid her hands over the sheet, and shifted underneath the cover. The bite on her lip was easier to see now, but it wasn’t lasting, her wide smile was taking over.<strong>“Nope... kissed a lot of boys.”</strong>The sentence didn’t need a response. She was considering the idea of sliding her sheet down to expose her breasts. But that seemed to forward. She didn’t want to seem desperate.<br/><br/>She nodded her head as Joanne told her to be natural and just kiss.<strong> “I can kiss.”</strong>Her regular speech pattern always sounded like this, simple sentences that tended to imply much more than the words suggested. Words with multiple meanings and sentences with multiple interpretations were fun for her. Subtle switches were flipping in the Danish girl’s head. As it happened, as Joanne sat down and started to give advice, Sophie was starting to think more and more about their time together. A compilation of memories flashed through her head. All of their time together felt like it was leading to this moment. It was perfect.<br/><br/>Sophie was being kissed before she realized it. Her hand was already swimming in Joanne’s hair. She let her lips part, and suckled gently at soft lips. She nibbled a bit on Joanne’s top lip, but most of her kiss was acceptance. She wanted Joanne inside her mouth, so she coaxed the girl with little licks and gentle moans whenever the girl showed any hint of invading her lips. Sophie brought Joanne down to the bed, pulling her roommate on top of her. Sophie preferred to be on bottom, weighted down and held against a mattress. The taste was insanely feminine. It was more than satisfying. There was no denying it, Joanne was the best kisser that Sophie had ever had, but she didn’t want to inflate anyone’s ego but her own. When Joanne pulled away, Sophie whimpered a bit, worried that she might have done something wrong.<br/><br/>Joanne had a sultry tone, but Sophie wasn’t so great at talking when she was fucking. And in her mind, this was already sex. It did occur to her suddenly that Joanne was cold. Her skin, itself, was quite warm, but she would need some foreplay, and much less clothes. The Danish girl was smiling wide, and shaking her head.<strong> “Oh. I will touch.”</strong>Sophie reached out and moved a bit of Joanne’s hair away from her face, brushing two fingers against Joanne’s lower lip. They were the same two that she’d had inside herself only moments before. Little Sophie hadn’t thought about that. Her scent was subtle, and almost completely vacant of distinction. Sophie almost tasted like water, almost. A clean taste, young and well maintained. They were kissing again in an instant, and any amount of care that she had about being shy or embarrassed was burning away inside of her. The moment the kiss broke, her moans escalated and she giggled.<br/><br/><strong> “Come.”</strong>It was one word, gentle and only mildly suggestive. She scooted away from Joanne, which caused her thin sheet to slide off of her breasts.<strong>“Oop.”</strong><br/><br/>Sophie’s perky tits filled B cups, and she was growing out of that size, pushing a few of her bras to their limits in the last few months. Her nipples were tight and aching. She was petite, and too thin to be considered healthy. But she was shapely as well, and growing up fast. She struggled with the blanket for a moment before she rolled her eyes, laughing. In the next moment the sheet flashed away and she exposed everything, her shiny wet pussy and all. The blonde made enough room on the bed for Joanne to lay down beside her. It wasn’t a large bed, so they were forced to be quite close.<strong>“I am naked. You should lay down.”</strong>Sophie’s hands went for the buttons and zipper of Joanne’s jeans.<strong>“Come on. Help me make you naked too!”</strong>Her cheery voice had no bounds.<br/><br/>She was a lightening rod of happy. Sophie mounted Joanne’s leg, and playfully tugged away at Joanne’s denim, laughing and stripping her roommate in a bit of a game. The<em>‘how fast can I take your clothes off game,’</em>was exactly as fun as it sounded.<br/>