Two Peas In A Pod

I attended a large state university, 50 thousand students, big football, lots of traditions no one ever explained how they got started. My freshman year was in a princess dorm, on suite bathrooms, weekly maid service, but we had to do our own laundry. My roommate came from a well to do family just like me, we were two peas in a pod, outdoorsy, top of our class, volunteered for everything, socially compatible, best friend material.

We went to a party at a sorority, the sorority girls there kissed anyone, boy or girl. We stood beside these two girls feeling each other, kissing, putting their tongues in as far as they could go. We watched, and watched, sharing stares. And after they walked away we talked about them, making sure that we would never kiss another girl. Back in our dorm we were still talking about those girls, how they felt each other up, and the kissing. Until she came over to my bed and I let her kiss me, she asked and I told her it was all right for a girl, she put her hand on my chest and we kissed some more.

It was our secret for a long time, we never dated a guy, we went everywhere together, and when we were back in our room we made out, and made out, got close totally naked, kissed parts that should only be wiped, spent as much time as possible whispering naughty thoughts. We swore forever best friends, we opened our legs for each other. On our campus girls that kissed girls was mostly to get the boys excited, and a few girls who kissed girls to make each other excited. That was us. Boys were never on the menu.