Even though I’d bowed to tradition in my freshman year and pledged to one of the more “party-centric” sororities, I was still a bookworm who didn’t drink much.

Instead of going to the beach or shopping with my Kappa sisters, my summer between sophomore and junior year consisted of taking extra coursework. Back then I was an overly ambitious pre-med major, and so the chance to finish labs in the summer vs. attempting to cram them into my schedule during the fall was too good to pass up, even if it meant no social life.

Jennifer had transferred to our conservative-yet-urban Southern campus from somewhere out of state that spring. Apparently she was a cousin of one of my sorority sisters, and while she was friendly with almost everyone, she did not pledge any Greek life herself.

An artsy “bohemian type,” Jennifer had green eyes and naturally curly brown hair tumbling down to her waist like a mermaid. I was surprised to see her in so many of my classes. She didn’t give off a “science” vibe, but she was pre-med, too — and in the health sciences library as much as I was that summer.

One week in late July, I headed to my usual study spot, hoping to make some flash cards for organic chemistry. I must’ve been really engrossed, because I didn’t see Jennifer come in. But when I looked up, she was at the next table, sitting so she and I were facing each other. I looked up from my notebook and gave her a small wave. She smiled back and mouthed “coffee?” at me, then glanced toward the door.

At the time, I didn’t know Jennifer that well — but she didn’t have to ask me twice to take a caffeine break and escape the draft from the library’s overactive air conditioner.

We grabbed our iced coffees and headed outside to enjoy some sun. We made the usual small talk about classes and how busy we both were, but after a lull in the conversation, Jennifer leaned in and asked me: “So, besides being in a relationship with CHEM 102, are you seeing anyone lately?”

I laughed and shook my head. “No, that guy I met at spring fling conveniently forgot to mention that he had a girlfriend, so that’s that.”

“Oh, wow. What an ass.” Jennifer shook her head.

I nodded. “And then, you know I’m just so busy with school, it’s like I actually don’t have time to deal with these losers.”

“Well, don’t take this the wrong way, but with your looks, I figured you’d definitely be one of the girls who had someone steady.” Jennifer’s eyes roved from my face down my body. “You’re like the perfect future wife. And then you have a brain — that must be what throws them.”

I laughed and sighed a little as I thanked her. I knew I was blushing — back then I was definitely more self-conscious, but Jennifer’s words made me feel bold. I sipped my coffee and smiled at her. “Sometimes I wish I could just, you know, get my needs met and no drama.”

Jennifer shrugged. “Yeah, well, that’s why I actually bought a vibrator during campus sex week. Double AAs, no cheating, no ghosting, no beer dick.”

I smirked. “I think at least 80% of my sorority sisters own something — and the rest are lying.”

Jennifer touched my arm. “I’d be surprised if you ladies didn’t experiment in other ways, too.”

I laughed off her comment. “Oh, some of them kiss in front of guys sometimes.” I paused. “I think that’s why study abroad is so popular, because if it happens in Europe it doesn’t really count.”

Jennifer laughed. “I actually lived in Prague for a while and traveled around between my old school and coming here.”

“Really?”

She smiled. “I’ll tell you more later. But for now, I’ll just say that I don’t think there’s any shame in getting your needs met or expressing them — in any way.”

I raised my coffee cup and laughed.

We resumed studying for the rest of the day. However, the next day when I looked up to see Jennifer seated at the table across from me, she gave me more than just a friendly nod.

When our eyes met, her smile turned mischievous. She mouthed, “watch me.”

I mouthed back “what?” and Jennifer smiled wider and pointed “down” like something was under the table or on the floor by her.

When I looked, I had a front-and-center view of Jennifer’s pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties with her cutoff denim skirt today, and with the hand that wasn’t gesturing at me, she was brazenly stroking her clit right there in public in the library. But in our corner, it was just the two of us — so I sat there, mouth agape, just stunned watching Jennifer’s naughty little show.

I didn’t know how else to react — other than to keep on watching, of course. Seeing Jennifer like this was having an unexpected effect on me, too — at that time, I had never watched another woman masturbate (not counting a random porn movie) or experimented with women sexually. I could feel myself getting wetter as I watched her, and it dawned on me that I wanted to participate, too.

I had on shorts that day, so all I could do is squirm in my seat, feeling my panties get soaked as Jennifer went on.

Finally, Jennifer paused and we locked eyes. She licked her juices from her fingers and mouthed to me: “Study break?” She stood up and smoothed her skirt, beckoning me deeper into the library stacks.

I grinned and followed after her.

Jennifer led me to one of those small conference rooms deep in the stacks — usually all of them are locked, but this one wasn’t. She grabbed my hand, pulled me inside, and the next thing I knew, I felt her lips on mine. My knees turned to rubber as she kissed me and nudged the door shut.

“Jennifer traced circles around my clit and teased my entrance with her fingers.”

For a first-timer — with women, at least — kissing Jennifer not only felt natural, but electric. I ran my hands through her wild hair and reciprocated the caresses she was giving my breasts and ass.

“Kristen,” Jennifer paused between kisses and began to lift my shirt off. “I’ve wanted to do this since the night I saw you.”

Jennifer slipped off my tank top and shorts, leaving me in only my pale pink bra and panties — which she made quick work of, too. “Oh, wow, you’re gorgeous.”

I suddenly felt a little shy — or maybe I realized I was completely unclothed in the middle of the library. “Seeing as how you’re gorgeous, too, I don’t want to be the only naked one in here, lady.” I tugged at her off-shoulder blouse.

She giggled at me. “Don’t worry, I’m getting there.” She unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. And then, in dramatic-Jennifer fashion, she slid off her top — no bra today, either — to reveal a set of gorgeous, full breasts.

“Wow,” I gasped. “I’m jealous of those.”

Jennifer giggled. “Well don’t be. They’re yours to play with now too.”

Her mouth enveloped my left nipple and began to suck down hard. My breath caught in my throat — turns out, there’s a direct electric power line between my nipples and my clit, and Jennifer was the one to discover it. And I was already soaking-wet from earlier.

Jennifer guided me over to the large desk in the front of the room. “Lay back.”

“But I want to taste you — ”

“You will,” she said. “It doesn’t seem fair leaving you hanging after I turned you on so much.” We kissed again.

She had a point — and I wasn’t going to argue. Back then, I’d had a couple of boyfriends who went down on me, but Jennifer’s tongue on my pussy was another experience entirely.

“Play with your nipples for me while I eat you.” Jennifer traced circles around my clit and teased my entrance with her fingers, building up the tension slowly as I whimpered and begged for more.

“Oh, god, please — I have to come now.”

And with that, Jennifer began sucking on my clit just like she did my nipples.

I tried to cover my mouth to keep from moaning too loudly, but it was moot. The suction on my clit and her three fingers pumping my cunt pushed me over the edge into my first “full body” orgasm.

When I “came to” afterward, I still felt a little delirious. Jennifer stood over me, smiling over the sight of my flushed, sweaty, naked body.

I reached up and cupped her breasts. “Get down here and let me eat your pussy.”

She giggled and kissed me and I scooted over so she could get on the desk, too. I got on top of her and began kissing and licking my way down — from her pendulous tits to her slick, protruding pussy lips.

Even though I’d never eaten out another woman before, it felt instinctual after experiencing what Jennifer had done for me. And I loved the shape of her butterfly-wing labia as I parted them and took turns alternating between sucking her lips and clit. Her musky sweetness engulfed my nose and mouth to the point where I just wanted more, more, more…

Jennifer loudly moaned out encouragement. “Oh, yes! Use your fingers on me.”

I kept going, doggedly in pursuit of that female orgasm, until Jennifer rewarded me with a squirt of sweet girl juice all over my face.

As she lay there panting, I kissed her so she could taste herself on me and whispered. “You’ve got to teach me how to do that.”

Jennifer broke into another smile. “Okay, it’s a deal. Just promise to help me with my labs.”

We both started laughing again. In a little while we got up, got caffeinated, and went back to work.

Somehow, even with our frequently repeated “study breaks” — and “all-nighters,” too — I managed to pass organic chemistry. That summer was a “formative” one for me in many ways, and the hard work paid off. Jennifer and I both graduated a year early and went to medical school together in New York — where we’ve since continued our “studies” and more.