My roommates are all lesbians

Actually, I wasn't born a lesbian. Back in junior high, I secretly had a crush on the boy sitting next to me.
Later, I went to university in Guangdong and lived on campus. The dorms were great—six girls to a room, each with its own bathroom. Leaving my parents' "territory" felt so liberating, and I was in a great mood.
I thought I could finally get a boyfriend. But strangely, I wasn't interested in any of the boys in my class. Yet, I received love letters from boys in other departments, but it wasn't anything special.
Girls in the dorm often had a lot to talk about: boys, first loves, kissing, and so on… We often chatted until very late.
One of my roommates, Ping, was always very kind to me. Because I lived the furthest from home and it was my first time away, she taught me so many things—getting meals, carrying hot water, buying meal tickets… We often ate together, went to class together, and went shopping during holidays; we were practically inseparable. I relied on her a lot and was very grateful to her.
On weekends, while other girls either went home or went on dates, it was just the two of us, chatting about everything under the sun.
She looked at me so gently, and I loved that feeling. I wanted to be with her every day, no matter what.
Then one time, it was pouring rain, and we ran back to the dorm from the classroom in the downpour. That night, I caught a fever and a cold. Thanks to her care, I slowly recovered. It was the weekend again, and my roommates had all left. My cold had gotten a little better, and Ping and I went to see a movie called *Basic Instinct*. There were many explicit scenes in the film, and I remember Ping holding my hand tightly, her hands sweating.
On the bus back, Ping put her arm around my shoulder, and I leaned against her. Suddenly, I had a strange feeling, like we were lovers. I looked at her. She brushed the bangs from my forehead and smiled gently.
It was late when we got back to the dorm, and it was empty. I guessed they were going to stay out again. After we showered, we chatted. Ping said she had a bra her mother had bought for her, but it didn't fit well, and she offered to give it to me. She told me to try it on. It was
a three-hook bra. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it right. Ping came over to help. Her warm breath from behind me felt both uncomfortable and comforting, and suddenly I drifted off into a daze. After Ping finished buttoning it up, she turned me around and cupped my chest with her hand, saying it fit perfectly. My face flushed instantly; her touch felt like an electric shock.
Ping seemed to notice, and suddenly she reached out and hugged me. I hugged her back, and she gently kissed my ear—it tickled! I flinched, but she hugged me even tighter. We stood there hugging for a long time until finally Ping said, "Let's sleep."
I rushed to the bathroom. I was so nervous, but I also loved her hugging me and kissing my ear. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw Ping sitting on the edge of my bed. She patted the edge of the bed and said, "How about we sleep together tonight? Let's talk." I nodded. I turned off the light and climbed into bed.
Suddenly, Ping grabbed my hand and pressed it against a soft mound of flesh—Ping's breast. I tried to pull my hand back, but I was too weak to move. Ping's hand began to lift my nightgown, caressing my lower abdomen. I felt so itchy, so incredibly itchy, my whole body felt boneless and limp.
Ping's hands roamed over my body, and I couldn't bear the caresses. I bit my lip tightly, her warm breath pressing against my chin, her slippery tongue moving across it. It was so uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Ping grabbed my breast, and I cried out in surprise. Ping immediately kissed me on the lips, kissing me passionately while her hands roamed over my breast. I eventually kissed her back. I felt I needed something, but I felt empty and weak. My thighs were wet, and Ping wanted to touch them. I gripped the blanket tightly, refusing to let go. And so we continued kissing and caressing, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
The next morning, I saw Ping sleeping next to me. I felt a little embarrassed, but her body was incredibly alluring. Seeing her breasts—firm and round—I really wanted to touch them, but I didn't dare. Ping turned over and woke up too. She looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back.
She whispered in my ear, "Do you like me?" I nodded. "Then let's be together, okay?" I nodded again. Then Ping smiled happily, "I'll treat you very, very well!"
Ping told me that she liked me the first day she saw me in the dorm, but she didn't know what I felt. Now that I had finally accepted her, she was very happy.
We spent the whole day snuggling in bed chatting and kissing. Ping loved touching my breasts and wanted me to touch hers too. But I resolutely refused to let her touch my genitals.
That day, things finally happened. It was the weekend and Ping's birthday. We ate together, then went to the street to buy some small things, and secretly bought a bottle of beer to take back to the dorm. I'd never drunk alcohol before, and after just a little, my face turned bright red. Ping opened her suitcase and took out a magazine. The pictures in it were very explicit, and there was a lot of Japanese text, all depicting intimate acts between women. The more I looked, the more uncomfortable I felt. Ping hugged me and kissed me, and we rolled onto the bed together. Ping grabbed my chest and kissed my nipples. I grabbed her chest too, and I pulled her nipples until they were long, but the harder I pulled, the more excited she became.
Later, she kissed my belly button and then kissed down my pubic hair. It was the first time I'd let myself go and let her kiss me; it felt like I was flying. I don't know how much time passed, but I was panting heavily, and my genitals felt sticky.
Ping asked me if I wanted to know what a genital area looked like, and I said yes. She lay half-reclined on the bed, then took out her small flashlight used for reading at night, shone it on her genitals, and showed it to me. She even lifted a pinkish patch of flesh and told me it was the labia. This was the first time I had learned about the anatomy of a woman's genitals, and I was filled with curiosity and excitement.
I couldn't resist touching it. Ping started moaning softly, and the more I touched her
, the louder she moaned. Later, Ping asked me to put my finger inside, but I was too scared. She grabbed my hand and inserted my middle finger. When I inserted it, she cried out loudly, which startled me. I tried to pull my hand out, but she clamped her legs together, preventing me from doing so. She said it felt the best this way. So, I slowly inserted my finger into Ping's genitals, watching a lot of fluid flow out. Ping's expression was strange, as if she was enjoying something. She gripped my breast tightly with one hand, and then grabbed her own breast with the other. Looking at Ping's pink genitals, I felt an itch down there.
Later, Ping told me to lie down. She kissed my breasts and nipples, and touched my genitals. I felt so uncomfortable, so I said I wanted to do what she did, to insert my hand. She said, "Won't you regret it?" I said I was in so much pain, just insert it into me. She ignored me and kissed my genitals with her tongue. As a result, I felt more and more uncomfortable and kept convulsing. Ping covered her hand with my bodily fluids and continued to slide it around my genitals. Suddenly, I felt a little pain and cried out. Ping stopped and asked, "Baby, does it hurt?" I nodded. Ping continued to kiss me with her tongue. I felt so excited, I felt like I was about to cry out. Just then, Ping's long fingers went inside. At first, it hurt, but then it felt very comfortable, an indescribable feeling.
Ping continued to kiss me, her hand slowly going in and out. I felt like I was going to heaven with pleasure.
Later, I realized that my hymen was broken. There was only a little pain and a lot of bleeding, but it felt very comfortable and blissful.
Ping and I lived our love like this, feeling very happy, but we didn't dare to be too brazen, afraid that our roommates would find out.
For some reason, I learned to be jealous. If Ping was nice to other girls, I felt uncomfortable. But Ping was a class leader, and she had a lot of time to discuss and handle class matters with other students. I would just stand foolishly at the door waiting for her, and everyone laughed at us, saying we were like conjoined twins. And so, we continued our secret relationship. During the week, we were still the same as before, caring for each other, going to class together, and eating together. Every weekend when no one was in the dorm, we would sleep together.

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