Jean came by a week later and they chatted for a while and went to a movie. At the end of the evening, she finally broached the subject she had really come over to talk about. "Listen, my younger sister Betty is here at the college this year, a freshman. She's pledging one of the sororities and they have to go through hell night in a week. It's one of those things they do to scare and embarrass them. In this case, they are a pretty straight house, but hire a bunch of local lesbian housewives to come in for the evening and, well, they blindfold the girls in motel rooms and these women come in and make love to them. Most of the time the girls are OK afterwards and everyone has a good laugh, but as far as I know, my sister is pretty straight and I think it's going to freak her out. I thought, maybe we could take some of the shock out of it if you were to, well, take her out and show her it's not so bad and make her more at ease about it." "Well, I can at least meet her and see if she wants to talk about it. She could always not pledge the place." "She feels she has to go through with it or Mom would be mad at her." Two nights later, Traci waited in the student union and soon spotted Betty looking around for her. She waved and Betty headed over toward her table. Betty was a blond and very pretty. In spite of being in jeans and a sweatshirt, it was obvious she was at least as well built as her sister, with even bigger tits and just as tight an ass. They introduced themselves and chatted about school for a while. "My sister said you might be able to give me some tips to help me get through hell night." "Well, it depends. What is it that bothers you about it." "I heard. Well, I heard that they do perverted things and make you feel like you want to die afterwards. I'm not sure I want to do this." "Well, I think it all depends on what you consider perverted, I guess. Why don't we go somewhere else more private and talk." "O.K." They went over to an apartment rented by a friend of Heather's, who had gone out for the night. Heather opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses and handed one to Betty. Betty got right to the point. "I've never had another woman touching me, you know, I mean sexually. I just never did anything like that before. I'm not sure how I'd react to someone, I mean a woman, doing well things like that to me." "Have you ever touched another woman in a sexual way?" "No, never. I mean, Several of my girl friends have fooled around a little at sleep overs, but I never got involved." She drained her glass and poured another one. Heather said. "If you want to go through hell night, you have to be at ease with being touched a little." "I don't know what to do. I just don't think women are supposed to be like that with each other." "Look, I think I know a way to get you more at ease. Do you trust me?" "I think so. I mean, I don't think you'd hurt me. My sister said she considered you very close and I respect her opinion of people." Heather started going around the room, turning off the lights. Finally, she turned off the last one. It was very dim in the room, but she could see Betty sitting on the side of the sofa. She came over and sat next to her. "I want you to undress me." "What?" "Take my clothes off. It'll help you be at more at ease." Betty hesitated, but finally, fortified a bit by the wine, she put her glass down and started to unbutton Heather's blouse. She eased it out of Heather's jeans and slid it down off her shoulder and off her arms. Heather had on a blue lace teddy and her big tits were straining at the top. Betty was a bit surprised at the large tits in front of her and even more surprised at her sudden arousal from seeing them, but tore her eyes away. Her jeans came next and Heather stood up to help her, her flat stomach and pussy right in Betty's face as she worked at the snap and zipper. Easing them off her hips, she slid them down to the floor. She hesitated. "Now the teddy." Heather whispered. Betty slowly reached in between Heather's legs and found the snap. The heat from Heather's pussy was hot on her fingers as she fumbled and released the bottom of the teddy. Standing up, she eased the straps off Heathers shoulders, then, her hands shaking a little, slid her fingers alongside Heathers breasts and pulled them free. Now she really stared. They were almost as big as her own, but rode even higher on her smaller frame, making them seem even larger. They had large, swollen nipples, uplifted on the ends. Her face flushed, but she eased the teddy down off Heather and then she was naked. Now they stood, Betty finding it hard to take her eyes off Heather's tits. "You have a great shape." "You mean I have great tits and you wonder what it'd be like to touch them." "I don't..." It was true, she did want to touch them, and felt very confused. "Yes you do. It's perfectly OK. I don't mind. Play all you want. I think it's healthy to like someone else to think you're sexy and want to play with your body. My tits just love being rubbed and I do it to myself all the time. Don't you?" Betty bit her lip as she tentatively reached out and ran a finger over the swell of Heather's right breast. It was as firm as it looked. When she reached the nipple, Heather sighed and Betty looked up. Heather's eyes were closed and she had a dreamy look on her face. Betty began running her fingers and then her palm over the wonderful breasts. Heather's breathing was getting ragged. Betty was surprised to find herself even more turned on. Finally she stopped and Heather opened her eyes. "Now it's my turn." Betty trembled, but did not stop Heather as a finger began tracing the heavy fullness of each breast through the fabric, finally circling each nipple until it began to tighten and stand up. Betty's breathing began to tighten. Heather said, "Now, let's get rid of the sweatshirt." She reached down and peeled it off over her head, then sat back down. Her fingers now traced the same curves on the bare skin and Betty felt her chest beginning to tingle and the nipples ache. After several minutes, Heather began to lightly pinch and pull on each nipple and Betty gave out little moans, in spite of herself. Her eyes were still closed. Heather stopped and Betty finally opened her eyes. Heather handed her her wine. "Well?" "I did like that, I must admit." She laughed softly. "If that's all they do, the worst is that I might get turned on. Hell, I can handle that." "Well, they probably will go a little further than that. And you should be prepared. Let me show you." She leaned forward slowly and pulled one of the still swollen nipples deep into her hot mouth and sucked gently on it, running her tongue around it and over the sensitive tip. The warm wetness of her mouth and the pulling and rubbing hit Betty in little shocks between her legs. In seconds, she was lubricating again. Her hand came up to move Heather's head away, but the sucking continued and instead, she found herself pulling Heather into her swollen boob and closing her eyes. God, this felt sooooo good. Heather was leaning her head back, pulling the heavy breast up and away from Betty by the swollen nipple, now trapped in the wet suction of her mouth. Betty could feel her twat tingle and she shocked herself by beginning to moan loudly. Heather then moved over to the other tit and then began giving each equal time. Betty got more and more turned on. After a few minutes and with a great effort of personal control, she pulled back. Betty was trembling and had a dreamy look on her face. She opened her eyes. She whispered, "That was VERY nice. Gosh, I wish boys knew how to do me like that. All they do is rub them a few times and then want to screw. Well, is there anything else they could do? I mean, I don't want to be surprised and grossed out." She pulled Betty's head down and said, "Suck on me." Betty didn't hesitate, but pulled a nipple into her mouth and pulled. She wasn't sure how to do this right, but was gentle and used her tongue like Heather had on her. Every since she had exposed Heather's chest, she had surprised herself by wanting to suck on these nipples. She was surprised and fascinated at the nipple growing longer and longer in her mouth. "MMmmmmmm. Goood. Ohhhh, suck it a little harder. Thhaaatt'ss reallll gooooood. Mmmmmmmm. Ohhhhh..." Heather was beginning to babble a little as Betty's now very eager mouth pulled her nipple out to full length and then washed it over and over with a hot raspy tongue. Betty could hear Heather beginning to gasp a little and finally stopped, staring at the two inch long nipples pointed out at her. She eased forward and her own tight nipples rubbed against Heather's. She rocked back and forth and from side to side and they rubbed against each other. "Our boobs are hot for each other. Our nipples look like little cocks. Mine have never stood out like this. They hurt a little, but this feels good." Heather found this sudden eagerness not exactly what she had expected. "Is there anything else they might do to me? I mean, as long as we've gone this far, we might as well be sure there isn't anything else." Heather stood her up and unsnapped Betty's jeans and pulled them down. Betty stepped out of them. Heather slid her finger around the top of her panties and slid them off, brushing her pussy with a finger. Betty stiffened. Boob sucking was one thing, put fooling with her twat was a little beyond the point she suddenly thought she was willing... "Sit down" She sat. Heather began rubbing the inside of her thighs while looking straight into her eyes. Each rub brought her closer to Betty's crotch and Betty began to anticipate what was going to happen next. And it did. Heather let her finger lightly touch the twat and then began to trace the lips, already slightly wet from Betty's arousal. Betty's hips jerked and began to try to thrust at Heather's finger. Her pussy was on fire from the first touch and Heather began to push a finger between the lips and was met with hot come, soaking her fingers. Betty moaned and gasped. She was always a little horny, and now she was being finger fucked by an expert. "Oh, my. Oh, my. I need to ...Ohhh... Mmmmmmm. " Heather's finger slid up into a very tight twat to the second knuckle and began working in and out. "Yesssss. OH. YESSSSS. Fuck it, Fuck it." She had her hands on Heather's shoulders and got hotter and hotter. She had leaned back on the sofa and now Heather was leaning over her, two heavy breasts hanging in her face. She added another finger and Betty groaned loudly. "Oh, Heather, please make me come. I need to come. Pleeeeease. Oh. Oh. " Heather went to her knees and replaced her finger with her tongue. Betty was shocked to see Heather go down and start to eat her, but the first rasp of her tongue on her aroused clit drove her even deeper into her passion and her back stiffened. Heather grasped her hips and drove her tongue deep into her, flipping the tip in circles as she went in and out. Betty was humping and shaking, falling back against the rear of the sofa, her head back, back arched and ass coming off the seat. "Gunnnnnnnn. Suck... Oh, shit. Fuck... fuck... FUCK I'M COMING!" She humped and came into Heather's mouth. It was followed by a second orgasm. Finally, they stopped and Heather sat by her side, sipping on her wine and stroking Betty's arm. Betty sat up. "I. I guess I got carried away." She couldn't look at Heather. "Did you enjoy that?" "Yes. No one's ever made me come like that, ever." "Well, that's the worst they will do, as far as anyone knows." "You mean, make me come like that?" "Yes." "I won't have to, well, do that to them in return?" "I doubt it, you'd have to cooperate too much for that to happen. They can do you, but you don't have to do them, if you know what I mean." "But, I mean, maybe they could make me. I think I should be prepared to do it." "Well, like I said, I don't..." "I'm not taking any chances." She pushed Heather back and went to her knees. "They could make it a test or something." With only a moments hesitation, she parted her legs and went up between them. She stared at the damp twat in front of her, closed her eyes and eased forward, tongue out. The sensation was both pleasing and wetter than she expected. But she worked at it eagerly and soon Heather was gasping and humping against her mouth and tongue. "God, Betty, you are sooooo goooood... at... thissss. Oh. Mmmmm. Mmmmmmm. MMMMMMMM." She humped harder and harder and came, waves passing up from her cunt to belly. Betty, her unusually long tongue deep in Heather's twat, felt the muscles tighten around her tongue and try to pull it inside. She was barely able to keep up with Heather's uncontrollable humping and thrusting against the passion in her cunt. The sudden large flood of come was unexpected, but she swallowed it all. She finally pulled out and looked down at her tits and found herself very aroused again from getting Heather off. "Look at my tits, shit, I'm horny again." "I know, it always gets to me too. And with girls, there's no waiting." Heather leaned her back and ate her again, very slowly. This time Betty started to whimper and moan, legs wrapped eagerly around Heather's head, holding her in position. Then, finally coming with grunts and a shriek, a copious discharge shooting into Heather's mouth, eagerly awaiting it. The rest of the evening went quickly as they drank more wine and played with each other some more. They parted with a kiss and Betty made it into the sorority with ease. She complained and bitterly denounced her experience to all the other pledges and sorority sisters, but then snuck over to Heather's dorm room and told Heather she had gotten the other woman off six times in two hours and came four times herself. She still had the woman's come stained panties as a prize, pulling them out of her jeans. Heather laughed, locked the door and stripped her pants off and they ate each other for two hours until Betty had to stop from sheer exhaustion. From then on, her sex life took a decided turn upward. She had never anticipated her Freshman year would be quite so active, or different. Heather bought her some Ben-Wa balls and taught her how to use them. Jean commented that Betty had never smiled so much and that she was glad that the talking to that Heather had given Betty had helped her so much. Yeah, Heather thought, I gave her a real tongue lashing.