“I better not.”
“Why not?”
Silence. Then: “I don’t know. I just don’t think I should, that’s all.”
“But why not? You’re my good roommate, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, what’s a roommate for?”
Ruth didn’t say anything for a minute. Then she said: “Okay, Linda. I’ll rub your back.”
Linda kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the bed, waiting. Seconds later she felt Ruth’s hands on the small of her back, working at the flesh there, relaxing the tired and strained muscles. Ruth was giving her an excellent massage, and the relaxation of her back muscles combined with the spinning of her head was very pleasant.
She sat up suddenly.
“What’s the matter?”
“Be better with my sweater off,” she said. She peeled of the sweater and unclasped the bra. Ruth was saying something, protesting, but Linda couldn’t make out what the other girl was trying to say.
“Rub my back,” she said.
Ruth did as she was told. Her soft fingertips prodded Linda’s soft flesh and the effect they had was marvelous. Another sensation in addition to one of relaxation ran through the blonde girl’s body but she didn’t bother to analyze it.
She forgot everything — where she was, who she was, everything was forgotten. She felt as though she was floating in a sea of latex with an extra cushion beneath her breasts and two godlike hands rubbing her back.
“God!” someone said. Ruth, probably, she thought dreamily. But she didn’t bother to think about it.
Then the two god-like hands were slipping lower and gripping her around the waist, lifting her. She turned sleepily and rolled onto her back.
Seconds later Ruth’s arms locked around her body and Ruth’s mouth came down upon her own mouth. She was too drunk to know what was happening, too deeply under the influence of the alcohol and the back massage to react at all other than on a purely sensual level.
No girl had ever kissed Linda before. It was a new experience unlike anything that had ever happened to her. Ruth’s lips were soft, indescribably soft, and Ruth’s tongue was sweeter than honey when it dipped between her own parted lips. Ruth’s tongue caressed the inside of her mouth, touched her tongue and left it tingling.
The kiss was prolonged — slow and gentle and thorough. Linda’s whole mouth was alive now in a wondrously new way and a soft but insistent fire was burning in her loins. She closed her eyes and stretched luxuriously on the bed.
Ruth broke away from her then. Linda was unsure what was happening but she didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted it to continue.
A second or two later it continued. This time when Ruth’s body pressed down upon hers, skin as soft and smooth as Linda’s was pressed tightly against her, breasts as lovely and perfect were touching her own bare breasts, and the soft sweet mouth was kissing her own mouth again. Automatically her arms wound around Ruth’s body and pressed the girl still closer. She gripped the girl around the waist and let her hands trail down to cup Ruth’s small hard buttocks.
Ruth was naked from head to toe.
Ruth released her again a moment later and Linda wanted to cry out. Then she felt Ruth’s hands on her breasts, cupping them so gently and tenderly, fingering the two nipples until they were as hard as red diamonds. Ruth pressed her lips to the valley between the two breasts and her tongue flicked out and touched the soft skin there briefly.
Ruth kissed each breast in turn. Her mouth and tongue were always gentle even when they were most demanding, always loving even when they were most insistent. Linda felt herself being lifted and floated higher and higher. There was no urgency in the way she felt, no irresistible passion that threatened to explode any minute. Instead she drifted in the soft flood of physical sensation, calm and relaxed, her whole body receptive to Ruth’s caresses.
She was only dimly aware of fingers that unflipped her skirt and pulled it down over her knees, only half-conscious of the same fingers hooking themselves under the elastic band of her black panties and drawing them over her hips and off. But she could not help being aware of those fingers when they stroked and kneaded the flesh at the tops of her thighs.
Ruth’s caresses grew bolder until they were completely unrestrained. Ruth’s fingers and lips and tongue coaxed her to a height of sexual excitement that was almost too much to live through and that was simultaneously warm and gentle and free from worry. Linda began to pant and her heart beat faster and faster.
Finally she tangled her fingers in the girl’s short black hair and held Ruth’s head in place, her own eyes tightly shut, her breath coming in short gasps, her muscles tense now and beads of sweat dotting her forehead.
The two of them lay there, Ruth giving and Linda receiving, both of them writhing and twisting in a mad embrace like drug addicts taking a cold turkey cure. Their passion rose to impossible heights till they arrived together at the peak of sensual pleasure.
Then, after the final moment of ecstasy had come and gone, they were both suddenly and completely sober, both suddenly and completely aware of just what had happened.
They parted at once. Each girl was overwhelmingly conscious of her own nakedness and it seemed imperative to conceal that nakedness before anything else. Linda grabbed up her skirt and sweater and put them on, not bothering with under-clothing for the time being. Ruth did the same — then, dressed again, they turned and looked at each other. Linda’s expression was one of puzzlement and lack of comprehension; Ruth’s eyes were clouded with shame.
“I can’t... can’t say how sorry I am,” she blurted out. “I didn’t want it to happen, Linda. You must realize that. If I hadn’t had so damned much of that gin—”
“I... don’t understand, Ruth. How did it happen?”
“I made love to you, Linda.”
“Yes, I know.”
“I... I—”
Ruth broke off. Her shoulders were trembling and she looked as though she might burst into tears at any moment. Automatically Linda reached out a hand to touch her, to comfort her. Then, realizing that a touch of any sort had a different significance after what had passed between them, she let her hand drop to her lap.
“I’m a lesbian,” Ruth managed to say.
Silence.
“Believe me,” she said. “Believe me, I didn’t plan this. I didn’t want anything like this to happen ever. I thought we could be... well, friends... without anything like this happening. But I was drunk and you were drunk and I guess we didn’t know what we were doing.”
Linda didn’t know what to say.
“You didn’t know I was a lesbian, did you?”
She shook her head.
“I’ve been a lesbian since my second year in high school,” she said. There was a note of something in her voice, half defiance and half pride. “Sheila Ashley and I have been making love together all year long.”
“I see,” she said. But she didn’t see, not entirely.
“Don’t you hate me?”
“Of course not.”
“You must despise me—”
“Why should I?”
“Because of what I am.”
Linda smiled vacantly. “I’m not in much of a position to despise anybody.”
“But—”
“You couldn’t help it,” she went on. “Why would I hold it against you? It’s not as if it was something that’ll happen again.”
“No,” Ruth promised. “It’s something that will never be repeated.”
Linda learned quite a few things from Ruth that night, things she had never suspected and never would have suspected if the two of them had not wound up making love together. She found out that her roommate’s sophistication and polish was more a cover-up than anything else. Ruth was tremendously frightened that her lesbianism would come to the surface. As it was, Linda and Sheila Ashley were the only two persons on the Clifton campus who had any idea of it.