Those Were The Days My Friend,

The small college I went to required all students to live in the dorms. Period. No off campus apartments. My dormmate was with me from my freshman year and by the time we got to be juniors there were no secrets. I saw her masturbate and she saw me masturbate, and i felt her up to masturbate and she felt me up to masturbate, and I licked her to masturbate and she licked me to masturbate. Stuck in that dorm room, we fixed one bed up as a couch and we slept in the other bed, spooned with her hands on my breasts and her clit in my butt.

We did not consider ourselves to be gay, we were roommates and roommates have to look after each other. In our junior year we were hugging an awful lot. We hugged tight, breast to breast, and we started kissing and making out. It was during our junior year that we started to rub our clits together, scissoring. On that small bed in our dorm room it was difficult but we improvised. Nose to nose, tit to tit, clit to clit we made love, really making love. Sex was for neophytes, we were now making love.

That year we started hanging out with some other girls who were obviously doing the same thing, And that led to a party in our room. Four girls, four pussies, eight tits, four assholes, four mouths, four tongs. And every hole had to be licked, and every tongue had to lick every hole. It was an out and out orgy. With a camera, in those days there were no cell phones. Some pretty racy pictures, some pretty close up pussy shots, some hard core making out pictures. Lots and lots of tit pictures, in all we ran through four rolls of 24 Kodak color pictures.

We developed the pictures at the picture hut, and they boy there handed to them to me with a grin that i will never forget. I have the album, now it's hidden in the bookcase with an innocuous label. Maybe my grandkids have seen it, but they really only look at digital pictures. But believe me grandma had a rack in those days, and grandma wasn't all hung up. Grandma liked pussy and tits, more than she likes dicks. In those days it wasn't proper to be gay, and your college days were your college days.

I took the album with me for our 40th reunion. We all stayed at the same hotel and after the dinner we spent some time together talking and reminiscing about those days. And the album with all those 4 X 4 pictures helped us remember just how much fun we had. We are old ladies now, with grandkids. So we just kissed on the cheek and felt a boob and that was that. Except that my roommate and I did sleep in the same bed, spooned and she held my breasts in her hand and I think I felt her clit against my butt. Maybe I was dreaming but who cares.

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