This is a work of lesbian fiction. The characters only existed in the mind of the author. If you are offended by lesbian sexual situations, please read no further.
(Lesbian College)
The year was 1979. Paige McKenna was a 19-year-old sophomore English literature major at UC Berkeley. Originally from rural Montana, she was the only daughter of a successful Montana wheat farmer.
An excellent student, it was, however, no easy feat for Paige to convince her parents that UC Berkeley was her school of choice. While the demonstrations and student protests of the 1960's and early 1970's had subsided for a number of years, "Berkeley" still had a negative connotation with her Reagan-conservative parents who would have preferred that she stayed closer to home at a university like Nebraska or Minnesota.
Paige was able to make a convincing case that UC Berkeley had a much higher academic reputation and a more distinguished faculty than the universities mentioned by her parents. Besides, the courses offered more closely matched her goals of eventually becoming a writer of fiction.
Although fearing for her safety, the McKenna parents grudgingly acquiesced.
What Paige didn't tell her parents was that she felt that she desperately needed to get out of small town Montana, and into a more cosmopolitan setting like the Bay Area, where the promise of freedoms existed in nearby San Francisco.
Paige's deepest, darkest secret which she had not revealed to her parents was that she had known for several years that she was attracted to other girls. Her celebrity crushes included Barbara Eden, Meredith MacRae, and Joey Heatherton, and she felt butterflies whenever she saw a beautiful woman. Paige was particularly attracted to buxom blondes, which were few and far between in rural Montana.
A pretty, but waifish, 5'5" light-haired brunette, Paige had once been told that she looked like Michelle Phillips from the Mamas & Papas vocal group. Her only lesbian sexual experience had been with a butch P.E. teacher from her high school. It had been rough and unsatisfying, and both lived in mortal fear that they would be found out.
Her freshman year at UC Berkeley had been equally disappointing. The "out" lesbians on campus were all militant feminists with hairy legs and armpits. The girls and women that she had met in San Francisco were a mixture of bikers, middle-aged truck drivers, and drug burn-outs who were more likely to steal her purse and leave her with a social disease.
The pickings were more slim that she had imagined. Paige simply wanted to meet a pretty, feminine woman of a similar age.
It was with some trepidation that Paige ventured out from her Berkeley apartment, and into the city, as the locals referred to San Francisco. Paige had heard of a lesbian bar called "Maud's" in the Haight where ID's were loosely checked, if at all.
A typical college student, she wore a pair of flared Jordache jeans and a white peasant blouse that was just sheer enough to reveal that she was not wearing a bra. Nervous about going by herself, she simply had no female friends that she was comfortable asking to join her that evening.
The Haight was once the center of the "Summer of Love." Recently, it had devolved into one of the seedier and more drug-infested districts of the city, where runaways and societal drop outs still congregated. Conversely, San Francisco itself, however, was on the cusp of a business rebirth, where the yuppie was rapidly replacing the hippie.
Paige took a deep breath as she prepared to enter "Maud's." She wouldn't kid herself that night. There would be no pretenses about "meeting someone special." Paige was out to get laid. Pure and simple. She just hoped that she could find a "femme" that was interested in hooking up with her for the evening.
If nothing else, Paige's west coast experience had given her a thorough knowledge of lesbian slang. While "dyke" was often used as a slur used against any lesbian, it was more typically used to describe the more stereotypically masculine "butch" lesbians who often dressed in men's clothes and wore their hair cut unfashionably short.
"Femmes," or "lipstick lesbians" dressed like so-called "normal" women, with traditional female clothing and make up. "Femmes" were often hard to detect, and went to places like "Maud's" to meet other sexually like-minded women, while often maintaining a "straight" (non-lesbian) appearance at work or in school.
Paige, at only 19, could probably best be described as a "baby dyke." Fresh-faced, fit, and sexually inquisitive teens, the "baby dyke" was highly sought after. However, there was always the danger of imprisonment for having sex with a girl that happened to be under the age of 18.
Entering the crowded, dark bar, the loud strains of Earth Wind & Fire's "Boogie Wonderland" blared from the jukebox. Cigarette smoke filled the air as exclusively female dancers tried to maneuver within the tight confines of the small bar.
Paige had noticed that she was receiving some not-so-subtle glances from several of the patrons. Although encouraged, she immediately wished that she had worn a sexier outfit, and not what she was wearing, which was much more appropriate for a college lecture.
"Too late to worry about that now," Paige thought, as she made her way toward the bar and ordered a rum and coke.
As expected, Paige was not ID'd, despite her youthful appearance. The muscular female bartender gave Paige a knowing wink as she placed the drink on the bar top.
Paige took a small sip, and was almost immediately approached by an attractive, well-coiffed woman who appeared to be in her early 40's. "Hi. My name is Ruth," the older woman said. "Paige," was the monosyllabic reply that she received.
"Paige, you're a very pretty girl. I don't believe that I've seen you in here before?" Asked the older woman. "No. First time," Paige replied curtly.
Ruth was certainly an attractive woman, and although they had just met, Paige tried to imagine herself going home with the woman.
"Are you from out of town?" Ruth asked. "Originally, yes." Paige said. "Now I go to college at Berkeley." Paige immediately feared that she had said too much, then realized that she hadn't given the woman her last name, and that Berkeley was such a large university, Ruth couldn't possibly track her down if she turned out to be some crazy stalker.
"Berkeley? I could tell from a glance that you were an intelligent young woman," said Ruth. "What are you majoring in?" Ruth asked. "English Lit," Paige explained. "Oh, I love the works of Jane Austin," Ruth gushed. "Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice are two of my favorite books." "Mine too," Paige answered honestly.
The two had a lot in common, but Paige still had some lingering hesitation about having a woman old enough to be her mother eating her fresh, young pussy.
At that moment, "How Deep is Your Love" by the Bee Gees began to play on the jukebox. Ruth extended her hand to Paige. "Would you like to dance?"
Paige accepted and the two walked to what passed for a dance floor. Paige had never danced with a woman before, but it turned out it was no different than dancing with a guy. As it was a slow song, Ruth led and held Paige in a tight embrace as they danced. Paige could feel Ruth's full breasts pressing against her tiny ones as they swayed gently on the floor.
Ruth leaned in for a kiss, and Paige timidly responded in kind. It felt good. Ruth held Paige's right hand with her left as they danced. Suddenly Paige noticed a diamond wedding band and engagement ring set on Ruth's well-manicured hand. "What's that?" Paige asked. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Ruth said in reply.
Suddenly Paige asked to go back to the bar to retrieve her rum and coke. Lying to Ruth, she said that she was waiting for a friend to arrive.
Ruth looked disappointed. She knew that her young prey had slipped between her fingers. She walked off in search of some other fresh flesh. Paige returned to her drink and wondered what number notch on Ruth's belt she would have been?
The pretty 19-year-old had apparently been watched pretty closely. Within moments of returning to the bar, a large, aggressive, short-haired woman in a black Harley-Davidson t-shirt put her burly arm around Paige and asked the teenager if she could buy her a drink? Her arm made brief, but unmistakable contact with one of Paige's small breasts.
Paige thanked the woman politely, and pointed to her drink which looked almost untouched. Again, she lied, saying that she was waiting for a friend.
Paige gave a sigh of relief as the large, butch lesbian removed her arm and went her way without any fuss.
Feeling too exposed by standing at the bar, Paige spotted a small, empty table nearby. Picking up her drink, she thought it would be an ideal location to survey the room. For several minutes Paige sat at the table unmolested, as she watched women dance together and make out without any inhibitions, and watched other patrons enter and exit the establishment.
Then suddenly it happened! In Paige's memory, the music stopped, and all eyes focused on the woman entering through the front door. Out of nowhere a spotlight seemingly appeared to light the blonde goddess who was entering Maud's.
The woman appeared to be about 25 years of age, with platinum blonde hair. In stiletto heels she stood about 5'10", and was wearing a silver metallic minidress that just barely covered the curvature of her ass. Her long legs seemed to go on forever.
The dance floor parted as this stunning creature seemed to be looking for something or someone as she walked in. Who was she? A famous actress or singer? A European model? Was she a back-up dancer for David Bowie or Roxy Music? Paige wasn't sure that she was breathing as this devastating beauty entered the bar with the confidence of one who was born into royalty.
Suddenly, the platinum blonde bombshell flashed a million dollar smile. Paige thought to herself, "My God, she's walking straight towards me!"
"Hi, hon," the goddess said in a noticeable Texas drawl. "Is anyone sitting here? Can I join you?" She politely asked. "Of course. Please sit down," Paige replied. She was proud that she didn't stutter in front of all that sex appeal.
"Thanks, hon," the woman replied. "It's been a long day. I just flew in." "Is that so?" Paige replied, hoping to start up a conversation.
"Yep. I'm a flight attendant for Braniff International, and my day started at 6:00 a.m. I could sure use a drink." she said. As if by magic, the bartender appeared with a cocktail in hand and pointed to a woman at the bar. The blonde woman raised her glass and nodded at that woman. She was clearly used to having people buy her drinks. "Could she possibly be a lesbian?" Paige wondered, "Or had she simply drifted into the bar accidentally."
"My name is Paige," the teenager said politely. "Oh shoot, where are my manners? Everyone just calls me 'Candy'."
Paige was desperately trying to keep the conversation going: "It must be so interesting to fly all over the place and visit such interesting cities." "Sometimes it is," replied Candy. "Sometimes it's just an endless cycle of Dallas to some nameless city, and then back. I like it though, as long as I can keep some horny drunk from reaching for my titties or my ass." Paige was a little surprised at Candy's boldness.
"What do you do?" Candy asked. "I'm just a college student," Paige replied. "That's not nuthin', hon. I went to UT for two years. College just wasn't for me. Not yet anyway." Candy replied.
"What I do like about layovers is meeting pretty little filly's like y'all." Candy reached for Paige's hand and gently squeezed. Paige could tell that she was turning a very bright shade of red at Candy's touch.
"I hope I haven't said something wrong," said Candy. "Seeing as how you're in Maud's I just assumed..." "I'm sorry. You assumed correctly. You're just so stunningly beautiful and glamorous that I can't believe that you're interested in a skinny little college girl like me." Said Paige.
Candy poked Paige's nose. "Don't sell yourself short, hon. I think you're a real cutie." said Candy. "Be honest with me, how old are you?" Candy knew that no one under 21 was supposed to be inside Maud's. "19." Paige honestly replied.
"I guess that's alright," said Candy. She thought Paige looked anywhere between 15 and 17-years-old, and was afraid that she was still living at home.
"Wanna get out of here?" Candy asked. Paige shyly nodded, and explained that she had her own apartment in Berkeley. That piece of information confirmed to Candy that everything that Paige had told her was the truth. As tempting as it was, Candy couldn't afford to get mixed up with jailbait. At least not again.
Stepping outside the bar, Candy hailed a cab, explaining that she had a room at the Sir Francis Drake Hotel in Union Square. The girls chatted amiably as the cab made the three-mile drive. Paige disclosed that she was from a small town in Montana, while Candy was from an equally small oil town in west Texas.
During the drive to the hotel it had suddenly dawned on Paige that she was about to have sex with Candy despite their having never even kissed nor danced with each other. Paige hoped that Candy would be disappointed by what she perceived to be her scrawny body.
Candy's metallic silver minidress seemed to startle several of the Sir Francis Drake guests milling about in the lobby. Candy looked past the "squares," and brazenly locked arms with Paige as they entered the elevator headed for Candy's 10th floor room.
Alone in the elevator, Candy gave Paige a passionate open-mouthed kiss. "I'm so glad that I met you," Candy cooed. Candy traced the dark outline of Paige's nipple over her white peasant blouse.
Reaching for her room key, Candy opened the door to her pleasant, but not overly opulent hotel room. It did, however, have a stunning view of Union Square and beyond.
Candy brought Paige in front of a full length mirror and stepped behind her. Candy kissed Paige's neck as she admired her teenage prize. In one swift motion, Candy removed Paige's blouse. Candy gently caressed and traced Paige's A-cup breasts and brownish nipples. Candy was getting increasingly turned on as she watched herself fondling the young girl in the mirror.
If the truth be told, Candy had a weakness for young girls, and had gotten herself sexually entangled with a too-needy 14-year-old high school cheerleader while she was living in Austin. That was the primary reason that she had left UT and signed up with Braniff International in Dallas.
Candy now was continually on the look out for young looking girls who were at least of the age of consent. Actually, Candy was into a wide variety of different girls and had a stable full of contacts in the different cities that she traveled to.
Paige was still standing in front of the mirror when Candy began to unbutton and unzip Paige's tight Jordache jeans. Opening just the very top, Candy's hand drifted beneath Paige's panties as Candy began to rub Paige's pussy. Noticing that Paige seemed nervous and appeared to be hyperventilating, Candy immediately stopped and turned the 19-year-old to face her.
"Paige, have you ever done this before?" Candy's tone was not accusatory, but one of concern. Candy certainly didn't want to rape the teenager. "Once." Paige responded. "With my high school P.E. teacher." Candy tried her level best not to giggle, but the answer was just so cliché.
Candy returned to gently rubbing Paige's small breasts. "And how did it go?" Candy asked. "She was too rough," Paige answered honestly.
"We don't have to continue if you don't want to," Candy said sincerely. Her soft hands were circling Paige's nipples.
"No. No. I definitely want to continue. In fact, I've never wanted anything more in my life," said Paige. To prove her point, she unzipped her ankle boots and lowered her jeans to the floor. Paige was now naked except for a small pair of green, nylon bikini panties.
Drinking in Paige's 105 lb. body, Candy remarked: "You look like an adorable China doll. I promise I'll be gentle."
"Can y'all help me with this dress?" Candy asked Paige. Paige stepped behind Candy and unzipped the silver minidress. It was too tight to fall to the floor, so Candy lifted the dress over her head, shaking her platinum hair to return to its place. Candy's naked breasts were a sight to behold. Paige estimated that they were somewhere around a 38-C. They stood tan and proud on Candy's chest, defying the laws of gravity.
With no hint of tan lines, Candy was clearly sunbathing topless somewhere. Seeing Paige's eyes riveted on her large, bare breasts, Candy shook them from side-to-side in Paige's general direction.
"They won't bite you," Candy remarked to the seemingly frozen 19-year-old. "But they won't mind if you bite them jest a little bit," Candy giggled at her own joke.
The P.E. teacher had been as flat-chested as Paige, so Candy's large breasts were a real revelation. Paige approached them so cautiously, one would have thought that they were radioactive.
Candy was now topless. In addition to her stiletto heels, she was wearing only nude pantyhose, with a pair of silver panties barely covering her private parts.
Paige inched closer, and pressed two tentative fingers against Candy's left breast. Candy grabbed Paige's hand and began rubbing it across her full breasts. Seeing the look of wonder on Paige's face, Candy reached for the 19-year-old's head, and pressed it into her naked breasts.
Needing no further encouragement, Paige began to lick and suckle Candy's large, C-cup breasts. Paige's hands began to roam across Paige's curvaceous body.
After a few minutes of being fondled by the college student, Candy said: "Why don't you finish undressing me?"
Paige removed her panties first. Candy noticed that Paige had an attractive, full blonde bush. Candy couldn't wait to get inside of that, but thought to herself" "First things first. There's plenty of time."
Paige knelt in front of the beautiful platinum blonde and slowly removed her silver panties. Still wearing a pair of waist-high nude panty hose, Candy had a dark, well-trimmed pubic area. Intrigued, Paige began to pet Candy's pussy over her panty hose, and rubbed her hand between Candy's legs.
Removing the panty hose from Candy's curvy body required the attention of both girls. They managed to remove them without making any runs in the stockings. Both girls were now nude. Candy extended her hand to lift Paige from the floor and brought the 19-year-old into a tight embrace. Candy's full breasts pressed firmly against Paige's A-cups as they French kissed passionately.
Continuing their embrace, the pair fell onto the hotel bed. Candy briefly nuzzled Paige's small, brownish nipples before emerging with her platinum head between Paige's slender legs. Looking up at Paige, Candy gave the teen a sly smile before using her experienced mouth on Paige's inner thighs and playing with the tufts of blonde pubic hair with her soft hands.
In what seemed like moments, Paige was wet and ready. The 19-year-old gasped as Candy's tongue penetrated her vagina. Candy licked Paige's full measure for some time before concentrating her efforts on Paige's eager clit. Paige grasped at the bed covers as she tried to keep her moans quiet.
Later, Paige couldn't remember if Candy had given her two, three, or four orgasms while in that position. It had all been a blur of ecstasy for Paige.
Candy moved up onto Paige torso, and placed her large breasts on Paige's chest while she proffered an index finger for Paige to suck.
While her experience with the P.E. teacher had been less than enjoyable, she had learned a couple of things. Rolling Candy onto her back, Paige positioned her pelvis between Candy's legs. From the missionary position, Paige began to slowly grind her pelvis into Candy's pussy, picking up speed ever so slowly as she went along. Candy clutched Paige's small, firm ass to try to push Paige's waifish body in as tightly as possible.
Candy orgasmed as Paige began to trib her with increasing force. Small slapping sounds could be heard as their lower bodies collided.
Arranging herself on knees, Candy encouraged the 19-year-o'd to perform cunnilingus from behind. Before starting, Paige reached under Candy's body to give a squeeze with both hands. Although inexperienced, Paige did her best to satisfy the pussy of the sexy Braniff flight attendant whose shapely ass jiggled with delight with Paige's ministrations.
Several more positions were tried, including the 69. With Paige on top Candy's shapely body, Candy managed to lick and finger Paige's tight pussy and anus.
Cuddling together after a passionate night of sex, the two eventually managed to drift off to sleep, their naked bodies intertwined.
Paige awoke on Saturday morning to the feel of Candy stroking her full, blonde bush. Candy reminded the teenager that she didn't have to be at SFO airport until 3:00 p.m., so they had several more hours in which they could make love.
Paige kissed Candy on the mouth, and then began to move her attention to Candy's full breasts which she eagerly sucked and kissed to begin her morning.
"I wish I was here more often," Candy lamented. Referring to Disneyland, Candy remarked: "Paige, you're an E-ticket ride." Paige smiled and continued to minister to Candy's tan breasts.
Rising from the bed, Paige walked naked to the small desk in the room. Her small, tight ass jiggled slightly as she walked. Pulling out a pen and paper, she began writing something down.
Returning to the bed, Paige handed the paper to Candy. "This is my address and telephone number in Berkeley. Please, whenever you're back in town, I'd love to see you."
Candy kissed the 19-year-old on the lips and said: "I'm a lucky woman. It's too bad there's only one of you. Some of my friends from Braniff get lonely on layovers too.
Knowing that they could never be true girlfriends separated by 1,500 miles, Paige winked at Candy and said: "I'd be happy to meet them too."
It was about six weeks later that Paige received a call from Candy. Paige was ecstatic to hear from her, and happy that she wouldn't be just another one-night stand for the beautiful platinum-haired flight attendant.
Candy explained that she would be in the Bay Area the following Friday, and was wondering if Candy was free to get together. Paige quickly invited the 25-year-old beauty to her apartment and said that Candy was welcome to stay throughout her layover.
There was a silent pause on the phone. "Paige," Candy nervously intoned. "I will have a friend with me. I told her about you and she's dying to meet you, if you catch my meaning. However, I don't want you to do something that you're not ready to do, hon."
After a substantial Pause from Paige, she finally answered: "I have a large bed."
The End.
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