My First Night (2)
She looked down and, in the
darkness, saw Terry still cuddled up against her. "Did what I
think happened, happen?” she wondered. She knew college would be
full of new experiences, but what had happened the previous evening
had been like nothing she’d ever experienced.
Her nose interrupted her
train of thought. The tickle within was growing. She slowly tried to
free her hand so she could try and rub the tickle out of her poor
nose, but her arms seemed hopelessly tangled in Terry’s. Amy could
feel the sneeze building fast; she scratched the roof of her mouth
with her tongue to try to coax the growing sneeze back, but it was of
little help. She could feel her watery eyes beginning to close as her
breathing became more labored.
The heavily congested sneezed
exploded out. Amy was surprised at how loud it sounded in the small
dorm room. Of course Terry woke with a start, scared by the sudden
"What the hell was- Oh!
Bless you sweetie,” Terry said with a laugh. “I thought a bomb had
gone off.” She added: "You and your sweet sneezes…" as
she cuddled back up to Amy who had seized the moment and grabbed some
tissues to blow her heavily congested nose in.
"Yeah, real sweet,”
Amy countered. “I hate my nose and it's sneezes".
"That's just because you
haven't learned to enjoy them the way I do,” Terry said as she
propped herself up on her one arm. "I love to make myself sneeze.
If you do it just right, it can feel like an…" Terry's face
turned red and she looked away. "Well, you know.”
"Is that why you liked
it when I felt you down there?” Amy asked sheepishly.
"I could never explain
it to you in a way that could make you understand. I think it’s one
of those things you have to find out and feel for yourself. You should
Amy looked a little nervous
as she thought about what Terry was saying. Finally, she said, "I
"Here, why don’t we
start off gently?" Terry said. "Take a corner of your tissue
and roll it up into a point.”
Amy was about to do it, but
then Terry stopped her.
“Wait - I almost forgot!
First, you need to take a piece of my hair and put it in the middle of
the tissue, so that just a little tip sticks out.”
“Why?” Aimee asked,
"I want to be up there
with you," Terry explained with a smile.
Amy nervously did as she was
told. She wasn’t sure where this was all going. Fortunately, Terry
was brimming with confidence. It was clear that she was experienced in
such matters. The other girl’s eyes were shining and she kept
smiling encouragement at Amy, coaxing her on. When Amy had finished
rolling up the tissue with it’s little bit of hair, Terry leaned
forward so she could get the best possible view and said,
"Now slide it up your
right nostril as far as it will go."
As Amy did as instructed, she
could feel the piece of Terry's hair brushing against the soft inner
sidewalls of her nose. It tickled the small, soft hairs that lined her
nostrils. She could feel
her eyes beginning to tear.
"That really ti-tickles,"
Amy stuttered. She looked at Terry’s lap and saw that the other girl
had snuck a hand down underneath her panties. Terry was slowly, gently
"Tell me more. Tell me
how it makes you feel," Terry said.
Amy didn’t reply. She
wasn't sure what she had gotten herself into. This “experiment”
was becoming stranger by the minute and she was uncertain as to how it
was all going to end. She continued to watch Terry as the other girl
pleasured herself. Terry certainly looked as though she was
having fun… And then, Amy thought: “What the hell – you only
live once, and I’m in college!” and snuck a hand into her own
panties. A strange and wonderful sensation came over her as she slowly
reached until her index found her labia, then her clit. Goosebumps
formed on her thighs.
"That's my girl,"
Terry said, giving Amy a wink. "Now go ahead, and use both hands.
Each doing their own thing, at the same time. Can you manage?"
Amy wasn’t sure, but she
was certainly willing to try. She began to twist the tissue around the
back of her nose until it finally found the magic spot. Suddenly, she
felt sneezy. The sensation began slowly, but as Amy continued to play
with the tissue, it grew rapidly. A single tear ran down her cheek,
and she could feel her nostrils flare and quiver. She could feel her
eyes beginning to close but she fought against the reflex. She wanted
to keep her gaze fixed on Terry, who continued to play with herself
while she started back at her. The more her hands worked their magic,
the more exciting Amy found this activity. Tickling her nose, tickling
her clit, and watching Terry watching her, pleasuring herself, was
getting her incredibly excited. Pressure was building up in her nose
and in her sex – it was a new sensation, strangely erotic.
“I… haaah… I think
I’m… guh-haaaah-getting’ it…” she told Terry, struggling to
speak around the urge to sneeze.
“I thought you might,”
Terry whispered. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shinier
than ever. Amy wondered whether, watching her doing this, Terry felt
somehow closer to her because of having shared her secret pleasure.
Also, she suspected that her roommate was nearing an explosion of her
Then, all thoughts except
those relating to explosions left her. Amy could feel the sneeze
building up much faster now and her body began to shake. She was
stroking herself faster, rocking back and forth, caught in a delicious
agony. She could feel an explosion – nay, two of them – coming
quickly. Her index bore down on her clit, stroking it just the right
way, just as her other hand used the tissue to apply pressure on that
magical spot high up in her right nostril:
"Haaaa!" Amy cried.
"It's co- co- coming!" Then, she could no longer keep her
eyes open. What she had been building up to these past few minutes was
upon her: "AAAhhh... HAAA... HaaCHOOO! AAACHOOO! HEAAAHCHOO!”
The sneezes had finally come and so did Amy. Dimly, she heard Terry
cry out in the background, enjoying her own orgasm. Then, just when
Amy thought she was done, a final sneeze snuck up on her: “Aaaah…
HAAAACHHOOOO!” It reverberated through her body. She could feel
herself shaking all over, a rhythmic pulse working its way through
her, all the way down to her toes. For a moment, Amy was so lost in
the sensation that she wondered whether she’d passed out. But then
she felt Terry run a hand against her flesh. In her hypersensitive
state, the sensation was like a combination of needles and feathers
against her skin. As she felt Terry curl up next to her again, Amy
relaxed. Touch became just touch again – warm and soft and
wonderful. It wasn’t long until both girls slipped into the most
peaceful rest they had ever had.