The Pudding Cup Connection

It was the first day of classes at the community college. Seemed like I almost never had a class with someone I recognized from another class, either this semester or the one before. There I was, in Drawing 101 and I didn't recognize a single face. I looked around, picked an empty seat behind an easel near the door and sat down.

A pretty girl with long curly brown hair held back in a clasp looked up and smiled. "Hi, I'm Alison, Allie for short."

"Hi." I returned her smile. "I'm Nicole."

Class started and we didn't really have a chance to chat while the teacher lectured about various tools and techniques we would learn about in her class. It was a three-hour class once a week so the teacher sent us for a break half way through. We would have the chance to play with our new tools afterwards. I went outside with Allie.

We sat down on the edge of the porch and she pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She held it out in offer but I declined.

"A wise decision," she said. "I need to try to quit again but I'll be an utter bitch for a while and I just don't want to deal with it right now."

"Luckily, I never gave it a try and I figure I'm old enough to know better than to start at this point," I replied.

She lit one and took a drag, blowing smoke out of the side of her mouth and crossed her legs. There was something about her. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It danced on the edge of my brain like something tantalizingly familiar.

I reached into my backpack and pulled out a caramel cream pudding cup and a spoon.

"Oooo, pudding?" Allie's eyes danced. "I adore pudding."

I had to smile at that. I reached into the bag and pulled out a second pudding cup and held it out to her. "I have an extra, but I don't have a second spoon."

"Cool! Thanks. I don't need no stinking spoon." She set her cigarette aside on the edge of the porch, ripped off the lid of the pudding, and proceeded to lick the surface.

I opened my own and stuck in the spoon. As I ate, I couldn't seem to stop looking back at her, her tongue licking layers of the creamy substance out of the cup. Just the tip of her tongue skimmed the surface at first. Then she dipped her tongue in and pulled it out, coated with the creamy concoction and closed her mouth to savor it. She smiled with her eyes closed, as if in bliss then opened her them and caught me watching. She grinned.

"I love cream, of any kind. If I didn't smoke, I'd weigh a thousand pounds, I swear."

I looked down ruefully at the cup in my hand. "I need to lay off myself. I'm getting fat."

"Oh, puh-leeeeease. You are not. You, my dear, are perfect. Your lover needs a little something to hold on to." She winked at me and took another swipe at her pudding cup with the broad of her tongue and I noticed the stud for the first time.

It caught my eye like a magpie. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her, knowing that was in her mouth. I laughed out loud, a little shocked at what had just run across my brain.

"What?" Allie quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Nothing," I shook my head.

"Oh, come on, what? It had to be something to make you laugh like that."

"Just... my last boyfriend had complained about my hips, called 'em tree trunks, hence he is no longer my boyfriend." I lied, not wanting to admit what I'd really been thinking. She'd think I was nuts or something.

Allie rolled her eyes. "Men."

"Yeah," I nodded and thought of a song I'd heard on a Country oldies morning. "Can't live with 'em and you just can't kill 'em."

Allie gave a short laugh. "Yeah, that might get you in a little trouble."

"At least it's not all men. I mean, what would the alternative be?"

"Oh, there's other ways to have a good orgasm."

"Yeah, but toys? I mean, that just sounds so... lonely."

"No silly, other women. Lovely... soft... women." Allie dipped her tongue into her pudding cup again and I suddenly got a picture of me lying back, naked, with my legs spread and her face poised over my wet cunt, her tongue about to delve into my own cream.

"Oh, well, yes, I suppose so." I could feel my face coloring at the picture that wouldn't leave my brain now that she'd brought it up.

Allie laughed and flicked her hair back. "Does that bother you? That I'm gay?"

"No," I said quickly. "Honestly, it doesn't bother me at all."

She eyed me as she licked the sides of the pudding cup.

"And yet, you're blushing something furious."

The students at the other end of the porch got up and hurried inside so I glanced at my watch. Saved by the proverbial bell.

"Whoops! We were supposed to be back in there three minutes ago." I got up and smiled down at Allie. "Coming?"

"Eventually," she replied, a little smile playing around her lips. She crushed out her cigarette and stuck it in her pudding cup, tossed them into the nearby garbage and stood.

I waited and we walked back into class. The teacher had draped a sheet over a number of objects sitting on a giant block and written instructions on the board that she pointed out. We were to work on using different mediums to draw the contour lines we could see in the objects.

Allie and I chatting lightly as we worked but at the end of the class she stopped me before we walked out. She was stood right in front of me and spoke in a low voice that made me hold my breath.

"Listen, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you earlier. How about dinner tonight? My treat, no strings attached."

I nodded. "Sounds good."

She held out a slip of paper that I took.

"My address, she explained. It's right up the road on the right hand side. Seven o'clock."

"Okay. I'll be there." I smiled shyly.

She looked into my eyes and then smiled. "Good. See you then."

I showed up promptly at seven with a bottle of wine in hand. Allie opened the door, welcomed me warmly and took the bottle of wine.

"Come in, I'm so glad you could make it. Thank you for the wine. We'll open it right away."

I followed her in to the living room and found two more people.

"These are my roommates, Nancy and Cheryl. They'll be here for dinner too. Look what Nicole brought." She held up the bottle of wine.

The roommates smiled and made appropriate noises of welcome and approval over the wine.

"Why don't you guys go into the dining room and I'll bring the rest of the food in?" Allie said.

"I'll open the wine," Nancy offered.

I followed Cheryl into the dining room and we sat.

"So, you and Allie have the same art class this semester?" She smiled.

"Yes, I've always wanted to take a drawing class. It should be very interesting."

Nancy and Allie joined us and we dug into the food. Allie had prepared a simple but delicious meal of marinated chicken, risotto and green beans almandine. We talked about our majors. Nancy and I were liberal arts while Allie was business and Cheryl was in the nursing program. We all laughed at Cheryl's imitation of one of her overly cheerful and perky instructors. We also all drank plenty. Nancy opened a bottle of peach schnapps to go with the peach cobbler she brought out.

"Well, I've got a ton of homework to work on," Nancy announced around nine o'clock. We said good night.

A half hour later, Cheryl said good night. "I have a really early morning tomorrow. Night."

That left me alone with Allie. We moved to the sofa to talk and Allie offered me more of the schnapps.

"Oh no, not if I'm going to drive home tonight."

"Don't, stay here. The sofa is quite comfortable and... you could always share my bed tonight." She put her hand on my thigh and rubbed it gently.

My breath caught in my throat and Allie leaned in most of the way then waited. I moved and closed the gap. Our lips met and I'd never tasted so sweet a kiss.

I pulled back a little. "I... I really don't understand what's going on. I mean, honestly, I'm very attracted to you but I've always been attracted to guys. I don't think I became a lesbian overnight."

Allie smiled. "So you're bisexual. Everybody is to lesser degrees. The only question is, does it feel right?"

She leaned in and kissed me again, this time slipping her tongue into my mouth and stroking my tongue with hers. She pulled back. "Well?"

"Yes," I smiled sheepishly. "It does."

We sat on the sofa snuggling and kissing for some time until Nancy walked through.

"Get a room you two, before you make everybody else in the house jealous," she said with a laugh.

Allie stood up and held out her hand. I took it and she led me to her bedroom.

She turned on the little lamp next to her bed and I looked around the room. The walls were covered in print outs of poems that had been written by other people as well as herself plus photographs of nature; sunsets, the woods, animals.

She walked up behind me as I read and wrapped an arm around my waist. She pushed my hair aside and reached up a little to kiss the back of my neck. I turned in her arms and we kissed again. I suddenly realized I didn't feel her tongue stud. She must have taken it out. I wondered why but didn't ask.

We undressed each other slowly. She pushed my arms up and then lift my t-shirt up over my head. Her tongue delved into my cleavage as she cupped my satin bound breasts and caressed them. I moaned softly and slid my hands up her arms. Her shirt was in the way so I reached down to pull at it. She understood and helped me take it off of her.

Looking in each other's eyes, we unhooked our bras and she flung hers across the room. I draped mine over the chair nearby. She came to me and, without touching me with her hands, opened her mouth to lick and kiss my right nipple, then suck it into her mouth. I gasped and felt my breath hiss out. Her hands at my jeans, she opened and pushed them down. Allie kissed down my abdomen as she pushed my jeans and panties down together. I put a hand on her shoulder as I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

Backed up against the bed, I sat down and reached out to help Allie off with her jeans. She slid her fingers through my hair and ran her hands over my shoulders as I worked them down her. She kicked them off then pushed me back on the bed and pounced, sending me back onto the bed as she straddled me.

I let my hands explore her flesh as I never had another woman's. She was soft, though not as soft as me. She made up for her diminutive stature in her aggressiveness as she kissed and licked and gently bit every bit of my flesh she could reach as she worked her way down to the v between my legs.

Impatiently, she pushed my legs open and delved in as she had with the pudding cups. I sighed as her tongue slid along my swollen and slick pussy lips. The tip of her tongue slid in and out, up and around, drawing patterns and causing constellations of starbursts in my mind. Her fingers slid into my pussy and I felt her open them and turn them. I gasped and groaned, thrusting my hips against the pleasure she was giving. I felt her lips close around my clit and suck hard as she continued to thrust her fingers into me. I closed my eyes tight and felt my muscles tense and shudder. Pulsing sensations radiated out from my pussy to the rest of my body. I was silent in my orgasm but she knew and set about cleaning me up with her tongue. Finally she worked her way back up my body and kissed my mouth.

"I want to taste you," I panted. "I want to make you feel that good."

She grinned and kissed me then scrambled up to straddle my shoulders. She straddled my mouth, grinding her pussy against my tongue as I delved into her. She tasted so sweet. I reached up to cup her skinny buttocks in my hands. I never realized a woman would taste so sweet. I licked her juices and used my tongue to pleasure her, French kissing her slit as she slid her fingers into my hair and pulled me up against her mound.

She wasn't so quiet in her orgasm.

"Oh God! OH Jesus! Yes! Oh yes! Like that, just like that."

I felt a gush of juices over my tongue and sucked them as she came. After a minute she stopped moving as I lapped at her then drew slowly back, swinging off me to slide back down beside me. She wrapped her arms around me and we lay there kissing.

I knew that this would not be the last time we were together, not by a long shot. And it was all because I'd packed an extra pudding cup in my backpack this morning.