My Sluts Pt. 01

Author's Disclaimer:All characters depicted are over 18, etc., etc. Enjoy!

Author's Note:This is the beginning of the final portion of theCountdown to Submissionseries. The majority of this story happens at college, before the previous two chapters, My Best Friend's Slut and My Daughter's Slut, started. So, this should mostly be new without much overlap with the other two. There is one more part that will complete Lauren's story, along with an epilogue that will come out in a few weeks as a single additional chapter. I really hope you like it!

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Here's a little secret: Before I left for college, I had already fallen in love with my best friend. Alison was this smart, funny, and brave girl who I gravitated to in high school, but never dared to approach in any romantic way. She was low-key out as a lesbian when we met. That fact was one of the things that made her this bad ass bitch in my eyes. She was pretty in a way that never needed enhancement with flashy clothes or over-the-top makeup. She smiled easily and seemed to get along with everybody.

We met, officially, when we were seated next to each other in Chemistry Lab. The shared battle scars of cutting open a frog or singeing your eyebrows brought us together, and our friendship blossomed from there. We just clicked. I was smitten from day one, but Alison never showed any interest. If I had to settle for her smile and laughter, and never feel her lips on mine, then it would have to be enough. I couldn't stand the thought of losing our friendship.

I came out to her as bi not long after, but didn't make that public until the beginning of our senior year. Even then, it was because of Alison. She had dated other girls at our school, even though it was not widely known. I wanted just a smidgen of her confidence, even if I had to fake it. I wasn't faking about being bi, but it was her example of being 'out' that bolstered my resolve. That mentality continued into my attempts at intimacy. Senior year was filled with short, sometimes heated, sometimes frigid interludes. One might even say that I was promiscuous. And one would be right. There had to be someone out there as perfect as Alison, right?

There was a point where I almost broke and told her how I felt. Just a week before I was to leave and move into a university dorm hundreds of miles from where she was going to be, we were together, alone, in my room. We sat cross-legged on my bed, our knees nearly touching. She was complaining about how hard it was to find other femme lesbians, and in my head, I was screaming, "What about the bi girlright in front of you?"

"Would you ever consider hooking up with a bi woman?" I asked casually without looking up at her.

"Oh, sure, I'm not picky," she replied immediately, then changed the subject. "Would you believe Katty told me she's straight after two dates and an hour makeout session?! What the fuck?"

"D..did the two of you...you know?" I wasn't sure if I wanted the answer or just wanted to imagine Alison and me doing that.

"No. Yes. I don't know," Ali scrunched her nose, trying to decide. She was so cute when she did that. "We played with each other's tits and masturbated while watching each other. Does that count?"

I swallowed, imagining the scene from Katty's perspective. "Show me,"almostcame out of my mouth. Almost. But I was a coward, a love-struck coward.

"I don't think that counts," I answered, feeling an irrational sense of relief.

"College will be different," Alison said with conviction. "Surely a girl can get laid on a college campus. Unless I'm hideous." She looked at me with sad eyes. "Tell me the truth, Lauren, am I hideous?"

"What? Of course not! You're...I..." I couldn't finish the statement. Trying to recover, I blurted the first thing that came to mind. "Look, if you weren't my best friend, I'd fuck you in a heartbeat!"

Mentally, I cringed. Why had I said it like that?

Ali's eyes went wide, then she giggled. "You always make me laugh! Thank you, though. Even joking, it does make me feel better."

She leaned forward and pulled me into a hug.

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A week later, I was gone. I was moving into my college dorm without ever confessing my feelings for the one person whom I had ever really felt that way about. The first month was a mix of missing Alison and excitement about being on my own. The two of us still texted daily, which sometimes helped and sometimes made the pain even worse.

All freshmen had to live on campus, so I had a roommate assigned, but I barely saw her after the first month. She had a boyfriend who was a junior and who had an off-campus apartment. They were shacking up without officially telling anyone. It was fine by me as it left me with my own room, save for a portion of one closet where my 'roommate' kept some of her clothes. I suspected even those would be gone before long.

Unlike my last year of high school, I was not in a hurry to jump into a new relationship. Of course, that is exactly when the Universe decided to throwherinto my path.

I walked out the large double glass doors at the front of the English building and stopped. The night was dark, and rain was pelting down in torrents. Along with a few others not yet brave enough to move on, I stood under the overhang caused by the second floor of the brick building protruding further than the first-floor entrance.

All of the buildings on campus were made in the same style of brownish-red brick. Although to call it 'style' was being generous. I am sure that some architect made a conscious decision to make every building look like a low-security prison, but it seemed more of a choice for cheap utility than any style. The open spaces were more pleasing, although many of them were crisscrossed with sidewalks in a manner that was only partially planned. From my eyes, additional walkways had been added wherever students had killed a line of grass to shave off precious minutes from their commutes. Realizing that 'keep off the grass' signs were a waste of time, the university had decided to make the routes official by paving them. They hadn't skimped on lights, however. All of the major paths were lined with lamps, struggling with the heavy rain and clouds to guide the few people brave enough or late enough to venture between them.

Unlike many of my fellow students, I had paid attention to the weather reports before coming to class and had brought a compact umbrella. Sighing, I pulled it from the side of my backpack. It made a satisfying swish and click as I hit the button, bringing the thing to life. Stepping into the downpour, I walked briskly for the dry safety of my dorm building, usually a ten-minute stroll away. That day, I was determined to make it in five.

Halfway to my destination, I cut through a narrow alley between a parking garage and the Psychology building. I usually wouldn't take this route in the dark, as it only had one light hanging from a corner of the building. That day, I was confident that no self-respecting mugger was going to be out in this weather.

I was almost past a rarely used side entrance when I caught the presence of an unusual shape in the small alcove that couldn't be more than a couple of feet deep. I glanced to the side, expecting to see someone standing there psyching themselves up to continue through the wet. I had my polite smile ready, but no one was there. Looking down, what I saw brought me to a standstill.

Curled up in the corner was a woman in a thin windbreaker and an even thinner garment underneath that could only be described as a negligee. Despite her attempts to press into the thick metal door for protection, she was soaked and shivering. Long hair stuck to her face, covering one side completely, and leaving a trail over her arms, wrapped tightly around her knees, and pulled tightly to her chest. Bare legs that, in other circumstances, would have been considered sexy curved from under the woman who tried to hide behind them.

What could this woman possibly be doing here dressed like that? There were a myriad of possibilities on a college campus, from someone running from a bad situation to a hired lady of the night abandoned after being used, to a prank gone wrong. No matter the reason, I was not going to just ignore her.

I stepped closer, making sure to include her under the umbrella. She looked up at me, one bright blue eye visible, with a mix of apprehension and hope.

"Let's get you out of the rain," I told her, extending a hand to help her up.

"N..nein, Mis....Mistress will b..b..be mad," the girl shivered out her statement, but her gaze pleaded with me to ignore her words. The accent was European, maybe German?

The idea that someone had left her to freeze to death got me angry.

"Whoever that is, they're an asshole for leaving you out here. Now come on!"

The woman didn't move. I was going to have to take a softer approach. Squatting down to get as close to eye-to-eye as I could manage, I reached out and gently brushed hair from her face. She flinched as my fingers touched her skin, but she didn't back away. The girl was lovely, even in these conditions.

"Sweetie, you can't stay here like this," I told her in my most soothing voice. "You're going to catch pneumonia or get attacked or something. I'll take care of you, I promise."

Her eyes blinked, staring intently into mine.

"Care...promise?" she muttered.

"I promise. You're safe with me," I answered.

Only then did she let go of her knees to grasp my hand.

Due to the rain, no one paid any attention to us until we crossed into the lobby of my dorm building. The couple of other students there looked at us curiously as I led a nearly naked girl down the hall to my room, but I wasn't worried about them getting the wrong idea.

Once in the room, she let me remove the sopping wet windbreaker, and I tossed it into the corner. She stood there, still holding herself, shoulders stooped and teeth chattering, in just a flimsy, white garment that hid absolutely nothing. If the girl hadn't been in such distress, it would have been like something from a porn site. That thought made what I was about to say feel icky, but it had to be done.

"We need to get you dry," I began. "Take off your wet clothes while I get you a towel."

I purposely turned away from her to go retrieve one of my big, fluffy towels. After pulling one down from the upper cabinet above my dresser, I stayed facing away while I unfolded it. Keeping my eyes averted, I turned around with the towel held out in front of me, only glancing up at the last moment to make sure she was ready. The girl was naked from the abs down, but was shaking too much to pull the clinging garment all the way off.

Our eyes met, and her chin began to quiver.

"Help?" she whimpered.

"Oh, you poor thing," I said, mostly to myself as I gathered up the towel and hung it over my shoulder.

I took hold of the hem and pulled it over the woman's head. When she stood back up, I beheld the most beautiful body I had ever seen in real life. The curve of her hips, her perfectly shaped breasts with their nipples sticking out. This unknown woman might still be shivering, but I was getting warmer. Internally, I chastised myself for even noticing.

Quickly, I retrieved the towel again and wrapped it around her, arms and all, like a burrito. While she stood there, water still dripping onto my floor, I started to rub her down through the terrycloth and cotton, making sure to avoid any spots that were too personal.

As I vigorously rubbed her, the girl slowly settled down and stopped quaking. I could feel her tension ebbing away along with the cold.

"There. Isn't that better?" I offered.

She gave me a weak smile and nodded. I then guided her to sit on what was ostensibly my roommate's bed, but was neatly made up and hadn't been slept in for a couple of weeks, at least. After sitting her down, I got another, smaller towel. I dried her legs and feet before climbing onto the bed behind her and sitting with my legs on either side of hers. Carefully, I worked the material against her matted hair to discover that she was, in fact, a blonde.

Before long, she was sighing and relaxing against me. With the immediate crisis over, I decided I needed to find out more about this woman and her situation.

"I'm Lauren, by the way," I started, then left her time to tell me her name. When she didn't say anything, I prompted, "What's your name?"

"I..." Some of her tension returned. "I...don't know," she finally admitted.

"You...don't know?" I repeated back to her, hands pausing their task. I didn't know what else to say.

"I'm s..sorry," the girl's voice broke.

"Um, okay," I stalled, attempting to decide how to proceed. "How did you get to that doorway where I found you?"

She took in a shaky, halting breath. "I don't...r..remember," she answered as she started to shake again, this time from sobs. "I can't remember!"

Without thinking about it, my arms circled around and hugged her to me from behind.

"It's okay, it's okay," I whispered. "We'll figure this out."

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Eventually, after getting her calmed down again, I called the police. After about an hour of questioning, they insisted that I take her to a hospital to get checked out and tested for any abuse.

Turned out, there was nothing physically wrong with her, and there were no indications of abuse. The police promised to check all of their missing persons databases and get back to us, while a social worker promised to set up sessions with a psychologist who might be able to help with the memory loss. It was well into the following day before we were allowed to return to my place.

Neither of us had slept the previous night, but I forced myself to get the still unknown woman settled in my roommate's bed before I crashed.

"I know you have to be twice as tired as me right about now," I said as the door closed behind us. "Let me find you some PJs to change into."

I went to my dresser and fished out a set of blue flannel with white clouds all over it, and turned to hand them to the blonde girl. I shouldn't have been surprised at finding her standing there naked. The woman hadn't once shown any embarrassment at being nude, either with me or when the doctors thoroughly examined her. This time, however, she was clean, her hair was brushed, and her skin had a pleasant rosy color rather than the pallid monochrome of the previous day. She was no longer a creature needing help; she was a vision of sensuality, at least to me.

I must have paused for longer than I realized, because the girl spoke up.

"Is everything okay, Miss Lauren?"

MissLauren? Where had that come from? At the time, I was too flustered to explore it, however.

"Yes, sorry," I replied, shaking myself out of my stupor. "Here. You can wear these."

Handing over the garments, I turned away to find my own set and to hide the redness I could feel blooming on my cheeks. Without turning around, I pulled off my top and replaced it with a PJ top identical in style and fabric to what I had given my guest, but purple with multicolored puppy paws. I repeated the same quick change with my bottoms.

When I turned back, the blonde was dressed as well and watching me intently. I made sure that the blinds in the single window were as closed as I could make them, which still allowed more light in than I would have liked. Finally, I went to my bed and started to climb in, the girl still watching my every move.

"Good night, I guess," I said.

Her face got a confused expression. She glanced over her shoulder at the other bed, then back at me.

"You don't w..want me to sleep with you?" The girl looked like I had just told her that her puppy had died.

"Um, I...uhh..." I stammered. "Is that what you want?" I finally asked.

The girl didn't answer; she just looked at me, her lips beginning to tremble. Oh, no, she was going to break down again.

"Come on, climb on in," I said, holding up the covers for her.

She smiled and crossed the distance in a flash. A moment later, she was plastered against my side, my arm under her head, and her right leg and arm draped over me.

"Thank you," she breathed as her forehead nestled against my neck.

She sighed and relaxed, eyes closed, while I stared up at the ceiling. Even two layers of flannel couldn't mask the sensation of her soft curves insinuating themselves into mine. With the adrenaline and heat pumping through my veins, it took a while for me to get to sleep, despite my exhausted state.

Unsurprisingly, when I did finally doze off, images of the sexy blonde filled my dreams, her voice telling me how happy she would make me.

I woke up at an unknown time later to the woman next to me mumbling incoherently and squirming. At first, I assumed her movements were random, then noticed that she was rubbing her pelvis against my thigh. I froze, not sure what to do. Was she still asleep? Looking down, the girl's eyes were closed, and her face had a dreamy quality that suggested she wasn't conscious of what she was doing to me. Even as I watched, her hand slipped between two of the buttons on my PJ top, four fingers searching for my breast. She would have found it, too, if her thumb hadn't gotten caught on one of the buttons.

I lay there, letting this beautiful stranger hump me, indecision mixing with the increasingly erotic sounds emanating from the woman. Her mutterings had receded, replaced with heavy breathing and desperate pleasured grunts and moans. My arousal was growing with every second that passed.

I would never take advantage of a sleeping woman, but she was already taking advantage of me without knowing it. What would be the harm in letting her? There was a naughtiness to the idea that made it even more appealing.

Moving slowly so as not to wake her, I carefully unlatched the button preventing her from reaching into my top. Her hand found its target only a moment later, the fingers wrapping around my mound. It was clumsy and unfocused, but nice. I relaxed again and let her feel me up.

Before long, my own need for more threatened to take over. Just a little adjustment is all it would take, but she could wake up at any time; I would have to be careful. One of my legs was mostly free. In a manner calculated to seem like the shuffling of a sleeping person, I bent my knee to the side, effectively spreading myself open.

Immediately, the blonde's knee came up to press against my sex, and I gasped involuntarily before sucking in my lips to stay quiet. She kept rubbing herself against my thigh, but was now also rubbing and pressing her leg against my clit.

At my chest, her hand continued to massage. My nipple slipped between two of her fingers and was getting pinched, sending a wonderful jolt through me with each squeeze. I did my best to stay quiet and still as the girl used my body to live out whatever dream she was having.

As time went on, her small thrusts became larger, longer, and the pressure against my button increased. Possibly the most beautiful woman I had ever met in person was undulating against me. Her head tilted up, and for a moment, I feared that she was waking up and I was going to see disgust on her face. Instead, her eyes were closed, and her expression was one of pure delight. Her lips moved sensually with every tiny whimper, every little grunt. She was going to cum on my leg, and I couldn't think of anything sexier than watching her face as she did.

That's when I felt my own orgasm start to rise. I couldn't take my eyes off her as we both built toward our mutual release. When her body tensed and her hips shook, the girl let out a deep, guttural moan that, along with the look on her face, drove straight to the pleasure center of my brain, triggering my own climax. I sucked in a breath and rode the wave, jerking against the girl's knee to get just a little more contact. She finished first, but nestled closer, allowing me to shudder out one last peak before I collapsed back into the mattress.