Homework
The door to the apartment opened and Mallory quivered as she saw Jenny standing there in the doorway. “There you are,” Jenny said.
Of course, she was here, Mallory thought. Where else would she be?
“You know, I told you I wanted you to meet me after class,” Jenny said.
“I had homework I had to do,” Mallory tried to explain.
“I had homework I had to do,” Jenny said in a parody of Mallory’s voice. “I told you I wanted you to meet me and you stood me up.”
“I-I’m sorry,” Mallory stammered, “but I really did have homework I needed to do.”
“Do I look like I care if you have homework,” Jenny asked.
“N-no.”
“No what?”
“No, you don’t look like you care if I have homework.”
“Now, you’re making me sound like I’m some kind of bitch. Now, you’re making it sound like I don’t care about you. Is that what you’re saying? Are you saying I don’t care?”
Mallory shook her head. Jenny just didn’t get it. She wasn’t saying that at all.
“You spend way too much time studying,” Jenny said with a smirk. “I think you need to take a break.”
“I have to study,” Mallory whined plaintively.
“Yeah, but I’m bored,” said her roommate, “and you stood me up so you owe me.”
Mallory wasn’t quite sure how her friend had come to that conclusion but she said nothing.
“I’ve got something to show you.”
Mallory was almost positive that she shouldn’t look but she looked up anyway.
Her roommate was standing there, fingering the top button on her jeans. “I got something to show you,” she said again.
That first button made an almost obscenely loud pop as Jenny pulled it open. “I’ve got homework,” Mallory tried to plead.
“I know you got homework,” Jenny said. “Your homework is right here.”
No, Mallory wanted to say. No. You don’t understand. She wanted to look down at the books spread out in front of her but the truth was, she couldn’t take her eyes off of Jenny’s half-opened jeans.
“How about it,” Jenny taunted her. “You want to see more?”
Of course, it wasn’t like Jenny was standing around waiting for an answer. Down went her hands and a second button was undone and then a third one, and Mallory couldn’t help but see Jenny’s panties peeking through.
“Is this what you want,” Jenny taunted again.
She knew it was, Mallory knew. She knew it was because she’d made her that way.
Mallory had always been a shy girl, but right from the very start of the year when she and Jenny had been paired up together in the off campus dorm, Mallory had known she liked her new roommate because Jenny was just so different from her. Where she was quiet, Jenny was brash. Where she was reserved, Jenny let it all hang out, and Jenny wasn’t afraid to push things. There was that one night ...
It was a Friday night and Mallory had stayed in even as Jenny had gone out.
Somewhere along the way, she’d fallen asleep on the couch. That was hardly surprising given the hour but what was surprising was when she woke up, she found she wasn’t alone.
Somewhere during the night, Jenny had come home and she and her boyfriend were there on the couch right beside her, and the two of them were having sex almost as if they didn’t know Mallory wasn’t there.
But how could they not know. The lights were still on and they were right there on the couch right next to her, and even though neither girl ever said anything, Mallory was sure that Jenny had known almost immediately when Mallory was awake.
It was a couple of weeks after that and the two girls were talking about sex again. Jenny seemed to like to talk about sex because she seemed to know just how nervous it made her roommate, and she seemed to take an almost perverse pleasure in making Mallory nervous.
“When was the last time you had sex,” Jenny asked.
“That’s none of your business.”
“Oh my God. You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“You know I’m not,” Mallory shot back.
“Yeah, but you sure act like one. When was the last time you had sex?”
Mallory said nothing.
“It was back in high school, right? Prom night. That’s what you told me, right?”
Mallory nodded. Howie Kentfield had thought just because she let him take her to the prom, that he deserved to fuck her. He’d ripped her dress that night. Yeah, that was the last time she’d had sex.
“Tell me something,” Jenny had said. “Tell me something about sex that you’ve never told anyone else before.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I want to know,” Jenny said. “Because I want to know what you don’t know, because then I’ll know how repressed you really are.”
“I’m not repressed.”
Jenny just laughed at that. “Honey, take it from me. You’re repressed.”
“I am not,” Mallory had said sullenly.
“Then tell me what you want.”
Mallory said nothing.
“See,” Jenny said almost gleefully. “Repressed.”
“I am not.”
“Repressed,” Jenny gloated. “Repressed. I told you. You’re repressed.”
“I am not repressed.”
“Yes you are. You’re repressed. You’re repressed.”
“I am not.”
“You are, too. You’re repressed.”
“I am not.”
“Then tell me something about sex. Tell me something no one else knows about you.”
Mallory only said it to shut Jenny up but she’d said it nonetheless. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with a girl.”
“Oh my God. I can totally help you with that.”
“No. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Jenny had said. “I know just what to do.”
Mallory tried to get her friend to give it up. “Really,” she said. “It’s not such a big deal.”
But if Jenny heard her at all, she gave absolutely no sign of it. “What we’ve got to do is to get you to relax. You’re not going to have any fun if you don’t learn to relax.”
What the heck was her roommate talking about, Mallory had wondered and yet she’d gone along with it nonetheless.
“We have to get you to relax,” Jenny had told her.
It was too late for that, Mallory had thought. There was no way she could relax with her roommate acting the way she was.
But Jenny seemed to have an answer for that. She went to her room and moments later, she was back with a bottle of something. “I want you to drink this,” she said.
Mallory eyed the bottle suspiciously. “Why,” she’d asked. “What is it?”
“It will help you relax.”
“Yeah, but what is it?”
“I told you. It will help you relax.”
“Yeah, but what is it?”
“It’s kind of like a sedative but it makes you feel good, too.”
“Yeah, but what is it?”
“I already told you.”
“No, you didn’t.”
Jenny almost looked hurt which for Jenny was strange enough in and of itself because for as longs as Mallory had known her roommate, she couldn’t ever remember seeing her friend look hurt. “It’s not going to harm you,” Jenny said. “It’s just going to make you relax.”
“But—”
“I was only trying to give you what you said you wanted, and now you’re treating me like I’m the bad guy or something.”
“It’s not like that—”
It’s not like what? You’re treating me like I want to do you some kind of harm. I’m only trying to show you what you said you wanted to know, and I wanted to make it easy on you.”
“But—”
“No. You know what? Just forget it. If that’s the way you’re going to be, then just forget it.”
“No wait.”
“What?”
“You’re sure it’s not going to do me any harm?”
“I told you it wouldn’t.”
“Then I guess I could drink it,” Mallory allowed.
“Well geez. Don’t act like I’m trying to force anything on you. I’m not, you know.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
“Yeah, but you’re acting like it.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I’m not. Really, I’m not. Look, if you think that stuff will help me, I’ll drink it.”
“You’re sure? You’re not just saying that.”
Mallory wasn’t sure but she didn’t think her roommate would really do anything to harm her and she did feel as if she suddenly had to do something to redeem herself so she nodded. “I’m sure,” she told her roommate.
Still, Jenny hesitated for a moment longer. “If you’re sure you’re sure,” she said finally.
“I’m sure.”
Jenny poured the drink into a glass and then she handed the glass over to her roommate. “Well all right then,” she said. “Here you go.”
Mallory had taken the glass and she’d hesitated for just a moment, but it was too late now, she told herself. She’d come this far. Now she had to go ahead and do it. She lifted the glass and then she tilted it up and she let the drink enter her mouth.
Whatever the drink was, it was sweet and it had a fruity taste that seemed to linger on the tongue. Not bad actually, Mallory thought as she tipped the glass even more and took more of the drink in her mouth. Not bad at all, actually. In fact, she could see where a drink like that might put a person at ease.
She tipped the glass all the way up and she downed the last of the drink. Not bad at all, she thought and she held out the glass to her roommate. “Can I have some more,” she asked.
Jenny smiled but she didn’t refill the glass. “I think that’s enough for now,” she said. “I want to see if I can help you out with your little problem.”
Mallory couldn’t help but feel a little irritated. Her friend had offered her a drink and when Mallory had asked for a little more, her friend had refused. That wasn’t fair at all.
Jenny took the glass away and then she came back and sat down next to her friend. “Now, if I recall correctly, what you were telling me was you wanted to know what it was like to be with a girl. Isn’t that right?”
Mallory nodded.
“I bet you’d like to know what it’s like to kiss a girl, wouldn’t you,” Jenny cooed.
Mallory nodded. The drink, whatever it was, was definitely doing what Jenny had said it would do because it was making her feel all hazy and good.
Jenny leaned over and kissed Mallory on the lips and then she pulled back. “How was that?”
“Good,” Mallory moaned.
“That’s good,” Jenny said, “but the next time, I want you to kiss me back.”
Mallory hardly had time for that to register before her friend was leaning in and kissing her again, and this time, Mallory was definitely kissing her back.
Once again, Jenny pulled back. “How’d that feel,” she’d asked.
“It felt good,” Mallory responded.
“Only good,” Jenny had said and to Mallory, it almost seemed as if her friend was smiling when she’d said it. “Only good? Well, I guess next time, I’m going to have to do it even better,” and it was only then that Mallory realized where Jenny’s hand was.
“You like this, don’t you,” Jenny said as her hand stroked the other girl’s tummy and the best Mallory could do was nod as her friend moved in for another kiss.
Somewhere along the way, that hand had moved up higher on her body and it wasn’t just her belly that was being stroked. It was her breasts, too, and to her surprise, Mallory found that she liked that a lot.
“You like this, don’t you. You like it when I play with your tits.”
Of course, she liked it, Mallory thought, and she told her friend as much. She loved it when her friend’s hand played with her tits.
“I knew you’d like it,” Jenny had told her and Mallory realized that somewhere along the way, her shirt and her bra had come off and those fingers were playing with her nipples, and she really liked that. “I knew you’d like it,” Jenny said again, “but that’s not all you like, is it?”
Mallory hadn’t known what to say but then she knew she didn’t have to say anything. She knew all she really needed to do was lay there and let the other woman play with her tits.
“That’s not all you like,” Jenny had said again. “You like to lick my pussy.”
Lick her pussy, Mallory thought. No, that wasn’t right, except ... except she knew it was.
“You want to lick my pussy. You want to lick it bad.”
She was right, Mallory realized. She was right. She wanted to lick her pussy. She wanted to lick it bad.
“You’ve always wanted to lick my pussy.”
There was something wrong with that, Mallory thought. There was something wrong with that and yet for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what it was that was wrong with it. What could be wrong with it. She’d always wanted to lick that pussy.
“You want to make my pussy cum. You want to make me cum with your tongue.”
Mallory couldn’t help but groan. Having Jenny play with her tits was definitely nice, but what she really needed was to get her tongue on her roommate’s pussy.
“You’re a slave to my cunt, aren’t you. You’ll do whatever it takes to make my pussy cum.”
She needed to get her mouth between her friend’s legs. She had to get her tongue on Jenny’s pussy. She had to make that pussy cum. Nothing else mattered but giving Jenny’s pussy what it was that her pussy wanted.
“You love my pussy. You want to make it cum.”
Mallory couldn’t help but moan softly. She couldn’t wait to get her tongue on Jenny’s pussy.
“Making me cum is your ultimate pleasure. Every time you make me cum, you will cum yourself.”
Mallory moaned. She needed to make Jenny cum.
“You’re a slave to my cunt. You always have been and you always will be. You want to make me cum because making me cum will always make you cum.”
Mallory groaned. That was exactly right. She wasn’t sure why they were wasting time like they were when she could be tongue deep between Jenny’s legs.
“You know what you want,” Jenny told her. “You know what you want. Now, all you have to do is get it.”
Mallory knew what she needed to do. She pushed Jenny down and she slid in between Jenny’s legs and within moments, she had her tongue on the other girl’s clit.
“Oh yeah,” Jenny moaned. “That’s it. Lick it. Lick my pussy. Oh yeah, that’s it. Lick my fucking pussy.”
As if she could do anything else, Mallory thought. She loved licking Jenny’s clit. She needed to make her cum.
And Mallory did exactly that, licking her friend’s cunt until her friend came and even as Jenny came, Mallory came, too. It made sense after all. After all, she was a slave to her roommate’s cunt and after all, making her cum made her cum, too.
That had been months ago but Mallory’s need for Jenny’s pussy hadn’t diminished. If anything, it had only become even more pronounced. She needed to make Jenny cum so that afternoon when Jenny stood in front of her and opened her jeans, Mallory knew what she had to do.
Mallory watched as Jenny pushed her jeans past her hips and she could feel the heat in her rise.
“I think we both know what you want,” Jenny said almost quietly, “and in a moment, I’m going to give it to you.”
Mallory couldn’t help herself. She had to watch as her roommate took her jeans off. She knew what her roommate had done to her. Hell, Jenny had even boasted about it, but that didn’t make the feelings any less real. She’d even tried to resist the urges that Jenny had given her, but she’d given that up when it became clear that she just couldn’t bear not to get her fix of Jenny’s pussy.
Mallory watched as Jenny pushed her jeans all the way down and then she watched her friend step out of her jeans. “Let’s see now. How should we have you lick my pussy today?”
It didn’t matter to Mallory. In the days and weeks since Jenny had taken control of her, Jenny had made her eat her pussy in every way imaginable. Sometimes, Mallory wished Jenny would just let her control the encounter. She knew Jenny knew that she wasn’t going to try and back out of it. She knew Jenny knew she was going to make Jenny cum, so why couldn’t Jenny just let her make the decision every once in a while.
But Mallory knew why. Jenny wasn’t going to give up any measure of control. It was as simple as that.
Jenny grinned even as her fingers played with her panties. She pushed the panties down and she looked at Mallory and smiled. “I know,” she said. “How about you put your head back for me.”
This way, Mallory thought. It had been a while since she’d done it this way, but she put her head back just like she’d been told to do.
The hardest part was the waiting. Mallory knew her roommate was taking off the rest of her clothes but she also knew she wasn’t supposed to look. If Jenny caught her looking, she might decide not to let her lick her pussy and Mallory couldn’t risk having that happen so she stayed where she was and she stared up at the ceiling.
It didn’t take Jenny long to strip herself naked and then she was stepping up onto the couch and even then, Mallory didn’t look until that pussy was poised right over her face.
But Jenny wasn’t going to let Mallory have her pussy, at least not right away. “You understand when I tell you I want you, it’s not a request. You do understand that, don’t you?”
Mallory nodded.
“I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say that you’ll come when you’re called.”
Mallory moaned to herself. That pussy. It was so close. She could almost feel its heat and yet until Jenny got what she wanted, it might as well have been a million miles away. “I understand,” she said.
“Yeah? What do you understand?”
“I understand that you want me to come when I’m called.”
“And?”
“And that when you tell me you want me, it’s not a request. That I have to come when you call me.”
“You wouldn’t lie to me just so you could lick my pussy now, would you?”
Actually, she would, Mallory told herself. In fact, she’d do or say anything to get what she needed and what she needed was her tongue on that pussy.
“Well,” Jenny demanded.
“I wouldn’t lie to you,” Mallory said and even as she said it, she knew that both she and Jenny knew that that was the lie and that was fine because the lie was all part of the game.
“Well, I suppose I can let you have this,” Jenny said and after just another moment of hesitation, she let her pussy descend on the other girl’s mouth.
Mallory couldn’t help it. Her tongue leapt from her mouth and within moments, she had it between Jenny’s legs. There was a feeling that came always came over when she did this. It wasn’t contentment exactly, but it was a feeling that whatever she was doing was the right thing, both for Jenny’s pussy and for her.
Jenny moaned as she ground herself against Mallory’s face. “Yeah, that’s it. Eat it. Eat my pussy.”
Mallory’s hands reached up and she grabbed her friend’s ass, as much to have something to do with her hands as it was to grab it and steady it and even as it did, her tongue savaged the clit in front of her.
“Oh yeah,” Jenny groaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Lick me. Lick me there.”
They’d done this often enough that Mallory didn’t have to have it spelled out for her. It was almost instinctive. When Jenny moaned like that, it almost universally meant something good was about to happen.
“Oh fuck,” Jenny moaned and then she paused. “oh fu-u-u-uck-k-k-k.”
Mallory knew what was happening and that was enough to make her own pussy cum. She loved it when she made Jenny cum and she loved the fact that Jenny would make her do it again and again and again.
And that’s when Mallory realized it. She really had been right. This really was homework. Well, maybe not work exactly. Her tongue flicked her roommate’s clit and she reveled in the moan that that got from her.
Maybe not work, Mallory thought, but certainly it was a labor or love, and since labor was work ...
It didn’t really matter, Mallory thought. Whatever it was, she was going to make Jenny cum long into the night and that was just fine with her.