BLISS KISS
A Jaz Jimínez Adventure
An Erotic Short Story
by Sarah Salari
Copyright 2011 by Sarah Salari
First Smashwords Edition: September 2011
ISBN: 978-1-4657-9071-2
Cover design by Sarah Salari
Cover photo © detailblick - Licensed through Fotolia.com.
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This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
BLISS KISS
Jaz had just drifted off to sleep when the clattering sound of dropped boxes out in the hall, followed by a throaty, "Damn it!" shouted at the top of someone's lungs, disturbed her rest.
"Fuck! My toe! Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!" the voice screeched again. Concerned, Jaz rose and crossed to her dorm room door. She opened up it up to look for the source of the commotion. What she saw both disturbed and, strangely, aroused her.
In front of her, hopping on one foot awkwardly as she held her big toe, was a slim blonde girl with frizzy, flyaway hair, dressed in denim cutoffs and a navy-and-white t-shirt, cut off at the midriff, that said Utah State. She was surrounded by a seeming sea of boxes, their contents spilling out to cover the entire width of the hall.
"Are you all right?" Jaz asked.
"What the fuck does it look like?" the other girl shouted at her, tears streaming down her cheeks from the pain. She whirled on Jaz and then saw the apartment number she'd come out of.
"East 324?" the other girl said. "Shit, you're my roommate. Sorry for yelling at you, it's just that this FUCKING HURTS!"
"You come in and sit down," Jaz said. "Let me help clean your stuff up out of the hallway."
Jaz noticed as the other girl hopped up and down, the bottom of her t-shirt flopped up and down with her, exposing the undersides of the other's breasts. They were creamy and pale, but the skin looked smooth and pristine as a newborn's bottom. Jaz held the door open and stood inside of the apartment, out of the way, to ease the other girl's path inside. She hopped quickly to the nearest classroom-style chair and plopped down in it.
"Name's Kara," the other girl said as Jaz retrieved the boxes and spilled items from the hall. "Looks like we're roommates."
That was as much as Kara could manage through the pain in her toe. She stifled a cry and bit down on her lower lip, whimpering. Concerned, Jaz moved over to inspect her new roommate's injured toe.
"Is it bleeding?" she asked.
"God! I don't know!" the other said.
"Let me look," Jaz insisted. She took the girl's right foot in her hand. As soon as she touched it, the other girl jerked nervously. Jaz grabbed the foot again, looked at her new friend, and said, "Relax, chica. I won't hurt you. Let me see."
The other girl was still squirming in the chair, uncomfortable, but then looked up and caught Jaz's eyes. She offered the other girl a gentle smile, an attempt to assure her everything would be all right.
Still, she clutched her foot with both hands, covering her big toe. Jaz needed both her hands, so she stepped closer to her new roommate and rested the girl's foot on her own flat belly, covered only by a thin summer blouse. Then she took the other girl's hands in her own and gently eased them apart.
"Shhh," Jaz told her. "Let me see."
There was no blood. Jaz felt grateful for that. She couldn't stand dealing with the messiness of blood. Even changing her own tampons during her monthly made her queasy, a necessary task that often left her feeling ill and without appetite for an hour or more each time she performed it.
Kara's toe, however, was bright red. A bruise was already forming under the toenail.
"Well?" the other girl demanded.
"There's no blood, that's good," Jaz said.
"Is it broken?" the other asked.
"It's hard to tell. Is it okay if I touch your toe?"
The other's voice began to sound weak and reluctant. "Do you have to?"
"I'll be gentle," Jaz said. "Don't worry, I'm a fully licensed and certified First Responder. I know some basics."
The other girl just nodded. Jaz slowly touched the tips of two fingers to the sides of the big toe. Her new friend sucked in her breath, more in anticipation than actual pain, and squinted up at her with fear-filled eyes.
Jaz offered a comforting smile in return. The flesh of the toe felt warm, overheated even.
"Now I'm going to move your toe, just a bit at a time, very slowly. You tell me if it hurts worse or the same."
The other girl nodded. Jaz moved the toe a bit to the left and the other sucked in her breath but muttered, "The same, the same. No big difference."
"That's good," Jaz said. She moved the girl's toe to the right then, and finally in a bending motion, toward her, and received the same results.
"I don't think it's broken," Jaz pronounced after she finished testing the other girl's toe. "You banged it up pretty good, but that's it. You'll have a nasty bruise."
"You think I'll lose the toenail?"
"Time will tell," Jaz said, smiling. Then, on impulse, to bring the other girl's mood up, she blew gently on the toe, as though to cool it off.
"Wow," the other girl said, "that actually feels kind of nice."
"You're welcome," Jaz said. To bring an end to her little moment of playing doctor, Jaz lifted the girl's foot a bit higher, bent down, and planted a playful kiss atop the injured toe.
"All better?" Jaz asked.
The other laughed. "You're one odd duck, you know that? I just realized I don't even know your name."
"Jaz Jimínez," she said, giving the other girl back her foot but careful not to let go too suddenly, lest she re-injure it. She reached for the other girl's hand and realized her new friend had slid down in the uncomfortable classroom-style chair so far that her midriff t-shirt had ridden up to the point of exposing most of the bottom of her breasts. Jaz wondered if it were on purpose.
"Kara Kahn," the other girl said, finally introducing herself. She shook Jaz's hand and adjusted her t-shirt with her other hand, pulling it back down. "Sorry for the attitude, and the swearing, and practically flashing you here. Not exactly my best moment."
"Don't worry about it, Kara," Jaz said. "We need to get some ice on your toe to hold down the swelling, though."
"Do you have any? Looks like you just moved in."
"I did," Jaz said. "But I have some bottled water chilling in the mini-fridge. We'll have to make do."
"Thanks," Kara said.
~ * ~ * ~
As it turned out, Kara had three more loads of boxes and garbage-bags stuffed with clothes and such packed into her decade-old Chevy. Jaz did most of the heavy lifting, since Kara was walking with a limp, but within about ninety minutes they had everything hauled up to the dorm room, and somewhat organized. At least organized enough to take a break. The day was humid and sticky, and the air conditioning in San Juan Hall was almost nonexistent.
Jaz opened a window and propped up a little desk fan her parents had bought for her so that it would help circulate the air. Then both girls collapsed on their cots on opposite ends of the room.
"I hate moving," Kara said.
"I know how you feel," Jaz agreed. "I could almost fall asleep for the rest of the night right now."
"Right now?" Kara said. "Nap, maybe, but it's not even three in the afternoon! Campus life doesn't even get started for three more hours. I take it you're a freshman?"
"That obvious, huh?" Jaz laughed.
"Not really," Kara said. "You're hot enough to be a junior! But the fact that you're unfamiliar with campus life gave you away."
"Thanks," Jaz said. I think. Had her new roommate just called her hot? Either Kara was delirious from the pain in her toe and didn't know what she was saying, or she hadn't really taken a close look at her.
"I don't feel hot, though," Jaz said. "Sweaty, maybe, but not hot."
"Oh, you're plenty hot all right," Kara said as if she were speaking of a painting in a museum whose beauty was beyond question. "Where you from?"
Her new roommate really knew how to keep Jaz off-balance. "Oklahoma," she said.
"Tulsa?"
"Oklahoma City," Jaz corrected. "My dad worked for the FBI."
"Isn't that where that bombing was, like, fifteen years ago?"
"Sixteen," Jaz said. "I was two. I can still kind of remember it."
"Ohmigod, were you there?" Kara had propped herself up on her side to look over at Jaz, so she followed suit.
"Not that day," Jaz said. "But my father was."
"Holy shit! Did he make it?"
Jaz shook her head. "My mom did her best to raise me after that. I'm able to come here because of a scholarship fund they set up for children of the victims. Anyway, what about you?"
Kara puffed her cheeks out and blew a long sigh.
"Not much to tell. I'm a sophomore, so I know my way around campus. And I'm from Provo. Nothing interesting."
"What about your parents?" Jaz asked.
"My mom's a Minnesota Swede," Kara said, "and my father was a Muslim student she met in college. They had me, stayed together for a few years, but it didn't work out. Dad went back to Iraq after 9-11 and died in the war."
Jaz realized she must have been wearing her question on her face because Kara looked annoyed and said, "Yes, he fought for the US, not Saddam. After Dad left her, Mom screwed up her life and I bounced around some foster homes for a while. Now I'm here. No big."
"Wow, I'm sorry," Jaz said.
"Don't be. Anyway, welcome to Utah State, I guess, Jaz. Holy crap, compared to me, you're like a celebrity or something."
Jaz threw herself back on her bed, flustered. "Yeah? Well I don't feel like one. I'm nothing special."
"Are you joking?" Jaz heard her roommate struggling to get up, but was in too bad a mood to turn and look to see if she could help. Then Kara was there next to her, sitting on the edge of her cot.
"You've got yourself some major self-esteem issues going on," Kara said. She leaned over and Jaz felt her brushing her hair out of her face. This gorgeous blonde girl was actually doting over her!
"Nah," Jaz said. "I'm just realistic. I'm nothing special. I'm just another Hispanic girl from nowhere, USA, going to college in nowhere, USA."
Kara kept futzing with Jaz's hair and her voice grew soft as a whisper.
"I don't think you believe that," Kara said. "You're a young, sexy, Latina girl who's so hot she could melt lava just by looking at it. And I think you know it."
Kara's hand wandered down to her shoulders where she kept sorting strands of Jaz's long, dark hair.
Jaz giggled—she couldn't help it. "You're being silly now. Or too kind."
"I'm really not," Kara said airily. "Not even close."
Kara bent closer, and her blonde curls fell like a waterfall around Jaz's face. She looked up at the other girl, their faces were only inches apart. Her face tingled where Kara's hair touched her skin and she could feel the body heat radiating off the other girl. A flush of excitement burst in her chest and spread down to her stomach and lower, to the core of her being.
That was unexpected. Suddenly Jaz felt like it was a boy looming over her and not her kind, gorgeous, but very female roommate. She felt the need to break the mood and so, acting on instinct, Jaz lifted herself up off the bed to quickly give her roommate a playful kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks, chica," Jaz said. "But we're both drenched from carrying up all your things. I don't know about you, but I need a shower. And I need to pee."
"Your choice, Jaz," Kara said, standing up to let her off the bed. "I'd rather crash for an hour or two before I shower. I want to be fresh tonight when we go out."
"You want to party? Tonight?" Jaz felt astonished at the other girl's seemingly boundless energy.
"Why not?" Kara said. "Recharge for a couple hours here and I'm good to go all night long."
With that Kara eased herself down on her own bed as Jaz searched for a couple towels, shampoo and body gel. Kara was sawing wood before Jaz even left for the shower room.
~ * ~ * ~
After relieving herself, Jaz moved to the shower room, which was empty. It was early in the year, the first day the dorms were open to students for move-in, and classes wouldn't start for several more days. Only a few others had moved in so far, and the large floor that would soon be teeming with other young women seemed strangely quiet.
Jaz was disappointed that the style of the shower room was communal; it consisted of one tile-covered room with eight showerheads—four to a side—and a pair of drains in the center of the room.
She had been hoping for more privacy, but at least today no one else was here. Jaz walked to the showerhead furthest from the door and adjusted the water. It came out cold at first, and she shrieked.
She began by shampooing her hair twice, then massaged in some conditioner. Stepping away from the shower's steady spray, she grabbed the shower gel and poured some into her hand. It smelled of raspberries and vanilla.
She sighed, wishing she'd thought to buy a loofah along with all her other supplies, but it had slipped her mind. She'd have to make do with soaping herself up by hand.
Jaz began with her tanned, slender arms, rubbing the shower gel in, almost like a massage oil at first, then working it into a thick white lather. From her arms she moved to her neck and shoulders, working her dewy skin to really clean up.
She poured some more gel into her hands as she began on her legs, lathering her feet quickly but lightly, then moving up from ankle to calf to knee to thigh.
Wow.
Jaz realized her thighs were slick and slippery in a way that mere sweat didn't account for. Somehow, she'd become aroused and the trace evidence was causing her upper thighs to be sticky. What had caused that? she wondered. All she'd done was haul up her roommate's belonging, working up a thick sweat in the process. Nothing she had done recently seemed remotely sexual to her, and yet there the evidence was, getting rubbed away by her very own fingers.
Yes.
As she worked on her upper thighs, her hands strayed closer and closer to her crotch and she could feel her hands brushing up against her meticulously-trimmed bush. That felt yummy as jolts and shocks sparked the short distance between her fingers and her own pussy.
She decided to move to her midriff for now, not quite ready to clean her most private area. So she added some shower gel to her hands and began rubbing to stomach, less than an inch above her dark bush. Chills ran up and down her spine, and Jaz felt nervous about the public nature of the shower she was in. She didn't dare indulge herself where someone could walk in on her at any moment. Could she?
Her hands moved up and the thought of being discovered brought her new roommate to mind. Kara was taller than her by at least three inches and seemed like a northern European goddess with her lanky thighs and generous blonde curls. Yet her skin was a dusky olive complexion common to those from the Middle East. Exotic.
Of course, all she needed was eyes to see her roommate was probably in the running for hottest girl on campus. Jaz could only hope that by hanging out with Kara, she might have a chance to meet someone interesting from the many boys her roommate was sure to cast aside. It's not like Jaz felt she could attract anyone herself. Sure, she kept in shape and had a cute, round, Jennifer Lopez-type butt, but that was her only asset. Other than that, Jaz felt plain, ordinary, just another Hispanic chica in the crowd. Not like her tall, sweet, sexy roommate with the generous, round—
"Ahh!" Without realizing it, Jaz had worked her way up to her breasts. Her hands had stopped soaping her tits so much as squeezing and pulling at her own nipples. She normally only did that late at night, buried under a pile of sheets, as she tried to both pleasure herself and keep quiet at the same time, a habit born out of necessity while living at home with her mother.
Sliding one hand from her breast down to her crotch, Jaz casually began working up a lather in her bush, inching forward bit by bit to areas of skin that were increasingly sensitive. Once all her pussy hair was well-lathered up, her fingers paused just above her clitoris, where her pussy lips began.
It's now or never, I guess, Jaz thought. After all, she couldn't imagine doing this in the same room as her roommate. Her humiliation, if Kara caught her, would know no limits. She could imagine the shame she'd be subjected to as Kara filed for a change of rooms because her roommate—Jaz—was some sort of sex pervert who couldn't control her own lusty urges at night long enough to let a girl get a good night's sleep.
Finally, she tickled the tip of one finger along the edges of her own pussy, barely touching her swollen, puffy, slick nether-lips. Her knees buckled and she nearly swooned. An electric buzz radiated from the point of contact to every nerve ending she possessed.
Her earlier suspicion was correct. She was wet from more than the shower and the gel and her own sweat. Her hands knew the feel of her own cum too well to be mistaken. She needed to take care of this, here and now, before she went back to her room and had to lay down on her cot mere feet from the most gorgeous girl on campus. Kara was a woman she could never compare herself favorably to, but she had seemed remarkably friendly and even kind today, leaning over like she had, her luscious red lips only inches from her own face. Now, while touching herself, she could admit that part of her had wanted to kiss those lips tempting her from a space of inches. Less than inches. Jaz felt ashamed when she realized she'd been tempted to move her head forward and, instead of a friendly kiss on the cheek, plant her own lips on the other girl's.
Where had that come from?
Even though Jaz as a virgin, she was not innocent. She knew what a lesbian was, but had never felt attracted to another girl herself. Or attracted to anyone, really. Living at home, she'd felt much too self-conscious to date, so she had buried her head in books and in dreams of becoming a lawyer. Many of her classmates had considered her stuck up, but Jaz knew the truth was simpler: she didn't consider herself worth anyone else's time. She hated being called on in class, or having attention drawn to her. And yet today what was it that Kara had said when Jaz had slipped and put herself down in front of the other girl?
You're a young, sexy, Latina girl who's so hot she could melt lava just by looking at it. And I think you know it.
That had been it. Silly words. But, spoken by her gorgeous blonde roommate, they had been momentarily intoxicating.
Jaz's hands were busy now, stroking in and out of her lips, working her clitoris with growing intensity. She loved the slick, velvet feel of her own pussy, the way it electrified her nerve endings as the viscous friction thrummed through her core, radiating out, like it was doing even now.
With her other hand she was working her own tit-flesh, pulling on her perky nipple. While her breasts were not large, her dark chocolate nipples were extremely sensitive. The high-low assault she was putting herself through began to crest and, against her own will, she cried out, surprising herself by the name that tumbled out.
"Oh! Kara!" she cried, her voice ringing in the echo-chamber that was the shower room. It was enough to send her over the edge and her muscles began to shiver and contract, shiver and contract. Her thighs clamped tight and her fingers seemed to be sucked into her pussy as she involuntarily trapped them.
"I'm cumming!" Jaz shouted, and then her legs grew weak, unstable, and she had to lean against the wall to keep from collapsing. Her breathing was fast and shallow as she rode over the edge, giddy with excitement, her head all a-swirl in a mixture of arousal, confusion and fear of being caught.
Then the flushed feeling receded. She caught her breath and began to slow down, taking deeper breaths, feeling winded. She didn't understand why she had shouted Kara's name, but was grateful her roommate hadn't come running.
Thank God she's asleep, Jaz thought.
Finally, feeling spent, Jaz immersed herself back under the shower-head and rinsed off the thick layer of lather and conditioner, stretching and yawning and enjoying in the steady thrumming of the water against her skin, washing it all away.
Finally clean, she turned the shower off, toweled off, and gathered up her things, wrapping her hair in one towel and her body in the larger one. The floor was still deserted when she entered the hall to return to her room. Kara had drawn the shades shut to block out some of the afternoon sun, and still seemed to be napping, but she stirred when Jaz entered the room.
"Hey roomie," the other girl said, her voice fuzzy with sleepiness.
"Hey," she replied. "I'm back."
"Fine. Just let me nap a while longer."
"I planned to do the same."
Jaz found an oversized t-shirt that reached down past her knees and changed into that, then crawled into her bed, facing the wall so she wouldn't be staring at the light streaming through the shades by her roommate's bed. For a while the only sound in the room was the sound of each of them breathing. Then Kara broke the stillness.
"Hey, did you call for me earlier?"
Jaz flushed, grateful she was turned away from her roommate.
"Uhh, no. I was taking a shower, remember? You must've dreamed it."
"I guess." Kara sounded uncertain, but soon she was back asleep. Jaz joined her.
~ * ~ * ~
Jaz awoke to a cacophony of sensations. Her nose caught the scent of tea leaves and mint, mixed with wet hair and flesh. Underneath that, the faint scent of pears. Her face seemed covered in damp yarn. No, not yarn. Hair. She felt someone's breath near her nose, hovering. Although somewhat startled, the sensations had blended with her dreams just before she woke. She opened her eyes and saw the oval face and pale skin, cheeks covered with a light sprinkling of freckles, of her new roommate. She couldn't help but giggle.
"What in the world are you doing?" she asked.
Kara bent forward and kissed her forehead, then sat up. "Waking you up, of course, sleepyhead," she said. "I just got back from my shower."
Kara stood and rose from Jaz's bed, padding over softly to the single closet they had to share. Casually, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, Kara dropped her white terrycloth robe to reveal the she was wearing nothing beneath it.
"Thanks for waking me up, I guess," Jaz said.
"So," Kara asked, "are you the kind of girl who likes to likes to masturbate and fall asleep before her roommate, or do you prefer your roommate to go first?"
Jaz's eyes bulged at the question. If she'd been eating, she might have choked.
"What?"
"Hey, it's a natural question," Kara said defensively. "Someone's gotta ask it. Myself, I can go either way. I don't mind listening to someone else go first, except on nights I'm getting up super-early. So I guess whichever way you want to go is fine by me."
Jaz was certain she was blushing from head to foot. She couldn't figure out a way to respond that wouldn't be an admission of what Kara was suggesting. And it was no use denying it as Jaz suspected Kara had put two and two together after overhearing Jaz during her own shower. So she changed the subject.
"What time is it, anyway?"
"Party time," the other girl replied. "We're skipping the cafeteria tonight, and the boring orientation meeting, and going straight out to hit the town. Hard."
Jaz's mind still felt fuzzy from her nap, so she rose and shook her head and took in the sight of her now-naked roommate.
Kara stood taller than most girls at five-foot-nine. She possessed the alabaster skin of northern European ancestors, yet her eyes hinted at a more exotic lineage. Her curly hair flowed over her shoulders, down past her shoulder blades in back, while a few twisted strands spilled over her front, reaching nearly to her nipples. Her taut, pink nipples, clearly erect in the open air. Her breasts were larger than Jaz's and had to be at least a 36C. Somehow, they stood high and proud on her, not yet showing even a hint of sag.
Her legs seemed sculpted by the finest artisans to appear both slender and powerful, like the legs of a world-class ballerina. Her thighs came together to form the most perfectly Valentine-heart-shaped ass Jaz had ever seen, and when Kara turned around, Jaz noticed something shocking. Her roommate possessed a pussy completely devoid of hair.
"See anything you like?" Kara asked with a giggle, and Jaz flushed when she realized she'd been staring. At her own roommate, no less!
"Sorry," Jaz said. "It's just, I've never seen that before."
Kara looked puzzled. "Girl, are you telling me you've never looked in the mirror?" Her voice took on a playful, but slightly condescending tone. She placed her hands under her tits as though offering them up to Jaz. "These are called boobs, roomie. Also, tits, knockers, puppies, bazooms, bosoms, joy-pillows, udders, hooters and a whole lot of others things as well. You have a pair yourself! I could show you..."
Jaz giggled. "I didn't mean it like that," she said, pointing to her roommate's crotch. "I meant that."
Kara's eyes sparkled playfully. "Oh! Well, that's my pussy, roomie dear. It can also be called kitty, puss-puss, cunt, vertical smile, nether-lips..."
Jaz rushed over and placed a hand over Kara's mouth.
"I know what a pussy is, you freak," she laughed. Kara stuck out her tongue, causing Jaz to shriek and pull her hand away.
"Oh you do, do you?"
"Of course. I've just never seen one, you know, shaved like that."
Kara laughed. "Oh, don't bullshit me. We all started out that way, roomie."
"I know, silly," Jaz laughed, "but not at our age."
"You say that like we're grannies," Kara replied. "We're nowhere near that. Our bodies are just now getting interesting!"
"Will you be serious for a second?"
"Okay," the other relented. "Yeah, I shave myself down there. A lot of girls do. It feels wonderful and it makes sex incredible. And guys are a whole lot more willing to go down on you if you clear away the brush."
Jaz blushed again. "Really?" She hated that she sounded like such a kid in an adult bookstore.
"Sure," Kara said, and grabbed one of Jaz's hands, putting her roommates hand over her pussy. "Go ahead, cop a feel, I don't mind."
Jaz felt deep embarrassment and shock at this and tried to pull her hand away, but Kara would not let go. Then she realized what she was feeling. The tender folds of flesh were slick velvet against her palm, and she could feel each crease, fold, and crevice, from the nub of her roommate's clitoris to the slight seam where she knew the interior of her roommate's cunt awaited.
"Wow."
Kara smiled at that and let go of Jaz's hand. She pulled her hand back, unsure what to do with it, realizing that Kara's lips had been moist when she touched them. While her roommate had just showered, she also seemed to have dried herself thoroughly. She was wet from something else. But that was crazy. They were both girls. How could Kara be aroused?
"I know, right?" Kara said. "I'm so baby-soft down there, even a girl wouldn't mind going for a dive."
"You're bad," Jaz scolded.
"Roomie, I'm just honest and you're not used to it, that's all. So I take it you're not shaved down there?"
"No!" Jaz said, her voice sounding needlessly defensive. "I mean, I never... I wouldn't know how. Besides, what if you cut yourself? Down there?"
"Well, you learn to be careful really fast," Kara said. "But anyone can do it. If they want to."
"I don't see any reason for it," Jaz said.
"Why? Your boyfriend don't like kissing you down there?"
"Something like that," Jaz said evasively.
Kara grabbed a pair of panties, stepped into them, and began pulling them up. "What do you mean, something like that? Either he does or he doesn't."
Jaz didn't want to share what she said next, but her mouth wasn't receiving orders from her brain.
"I don't have a boyfriend," she said.
"Not now, maybe, but back in high school, right?" Kara said.
Jaz began welling up with emotion. Kara finished pulling on her panties and smoothed them down as she finished pulling them into place. Jaz noticed without any pussy hair, the fabric of her roommate's panties molded perfectly to her nether-lips.
"No," Jaz admitted.
"Then, girls?" Kara asked.
"What? No!"
"Settle down, girl. You mean to tell me that in all your time in high school, you've never dated anybody? Not even, like, once?"
Jaz hated that tears were forming in her eyes. She didn't want her new roommate to think of her as a weak girly girl with no backbone. But after only a few hours around her new friend, Jaz felt woefully inadequate, and she couldn't stop the tears no matter how hard she tried.
"Nothing," Jaz said. "Not since I've been old enough for anything like that to matter."
"So you have some experience, what, when you were a young kid?"
"A boy stole a kiss from me on the playground once. I think we were in second grade. We were at recess and it was close to Valentine's Day and a few boys decided it would be fun to go chasing after all us girls and steal a kiss."
"I know what you mean," Kara said. "I had a day like that, too, in elementary school."
"It was supposed to be in fun," Jaz said. "All us girls were shrieking like we were being attacked by a bunch of rabid dogs, but really I think most of us wanted to be caught once we realized what was going on. I mean, it was harmless. Kid's stuff."
"I sense a but coming."
"A real butt," Jaz agreed. "Timmy Grayson. He was the first guy to try and kiss me. I led him on a short chase through the swing sets and behind a nearby bush. Recess was just after lunch and my mom had packed me my favorite, a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich. But for some reason, that day, she'd added a couple slices of onion. Which I liked, but..."
"When Tommy kissed you..."
"He was such an ass about it!" Jaz said, tears filling her eyes at the memory. "I had to live with the name Onion Breath for the rest of the school year. And no other boy wanted to kiss me after he ran around shouting Jaz has onion breath! to everyone who'd listen."
By now, Kara had pulled on a pair of white khaki shorts and a bright pink blouse, no bra underneath, and stood fully dressed in front of her. Jaz realized she was crying only when her roommate embraced her with the warmest, most loving hug Jaz had been given in ages. The show of tenderness only caused her to break down more. Kara let her cry it out for a few moments and then Jaz pulled away.
"Thanks," she told her roommate. "That was silly, I know. So many years ago."
"But you've let it affect you ever since, haven't you?"
Jaz shook her head.
Kara grabbed her chin and tilted Jaz's head up to look her in the eyes. She wiped away her own tears, feeling foolish and embarrassed. Then Kara began to lean toward her and at the last possible moment, she realized what was about to happen.
I'm about to be kissed! By my own roommate! And she's a girl!
Kara's face stopped closing in as their lips were only centimeters apart, their foreheads and noses touching. Jaz felt the urge to speak up, to say something that would stop this from happening, but then Kara blew a soft breath on Jaz's lips.
This took her by surprise and she gasped, wondering at the fruity smell of her roommate's breath. As soon as Jaz's lips parted to gasp, Kara pounced.
She brushed her lips against Jaz's own, capturing her upper lip between her own lips, playfully tugging, then opening wider to insert her tongue, which ran tentatively against Jaz's pearly whites, almost as if she was counting them. The shock of the soft sensation caused Jaz to want to say something, but the moment she began her attempt to speak, Kara took advantage of the widening of her mouth and inserted her tongue deeper into Jaz's mouth, bumping her tongue playfully with her own.
Kara's tongue felt hot and a bit rough, but wet and wiggly and incredibly exciting. Her body tensed with excitement and her crotch tingled like it sometimes did when she really needed to pee. The sense that they were doing something forbidden, something naughty, welled up in her, sending the tingle from her buzzing lips straight down to her pussy, which began to moisten. Jaz welled with tears again, this time joy mixed with shock and arousal. Yes, arousal! There was no more denying it. Jaz felt turned on. By her female roommate.
What would her mother think? Or her dad, for that matter, God rest his soul?
That was enough to sober Jaz up and she began to pull away, but Kara had done so as well.
"Wow," Jaz said again.
"You keep saying that," Kara complained. "Just wait until we find you a guy tonight."
Jaz felt confused. Find her a guy? Then what was that kiss about?
"I'm not so sure about that," Jaz said.
"Oh, I am, roomie," Kara said, planting a quick kiss atop Jaz's nose. "Definitely no onion breath on you."
"That was nice," Jaz confessed, blushing deeply. "But I'm not... I mean..."
"Roomie," Kara said, "you don't know what you are yet. But you're going to find out, and I'm going to help you."
"But what we just did..."
"That?" Kara laughed as if Jaz were a cute, confused little kitten. "Roomie, that was nothing. A bliss kiss."
"A bliss kiss?"
"Something you do in the passion of the moment. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to even give a second thought. Just a bliss kiss, nothing more."
Jaz thought about that. A bliss kiss? That certainly relieved her of having to sort out the strange tingling and arousal she felt, the moistness flooding her pussy. If that's how Kara wanted to play it, she supposed she could live with it.
For now.
Kara took Jaz's hand. "Now come on. It's time to celebrate! We have so many adventures ahead of us. We're only just getting started. The night's young."
"And so are we," Jaz added.
"You bet your sweet ass we are, roomie," Kara said. And out the door they went.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sarah Salari art © Tadija Savic - Licensed through Fotolia.com
Sarah Salari loves all things soft. From pillows to kittens to puppies … and even things that aren't euphemisms for her favorite parts of her anatomy. She is 100 percent bi ... coastal. Wintering in Los Angeles and summering in New York, her real-world Fortune 500 employer has no idea just how naughty she can be when the lights go out and the word processor pops up. She is currently working on the erotic sequel to BLISS KISS. The Adventures of Jaz Jimínez will continue!