Banana Discharge

This story happened ten years ago, when I was in my fourth year at the physics department. I'm from the region myself, and from a large family to boot, so as soon as I got into the institute, I immediately asked for a place in the dormitory, and without any fuss, they gave me a bunk in a double room. And for all five years, I lived with my classmate, who has the same name as me – Olya. People joked about us – saying, two opposites with the same names, and that's not right, the names should be different too. So they started calling me Lyolya, and her – Lyalya.

And different – that's true. I'm short, skinny, red-haired, snub-nosed, brown-eyed, cheerful and lively. Lyalya – tall, a bit

in body, brunette, with a straight nose, green eyes, thoughtful, slow-moving. I listened to pop, Lyalya to rock. I love dresses, she loves unisex style. I'm for healthy eating, she's for tasty food. I'm a morning person, Lyalya's a night owl. I studied as it came, Lyalya was closer to the grinders. I read romance novels, she – read nothing. We're different. But surprisingly, we lived very amicably. Never got in each other's way, were always on the same wavelength, in all that time we quarreled at most three times, and made up right away. We lived well. By the way, we always agreed if we brought boys over. Actually, we had an unspoken agreement from the start – if possible, we go to the boys, not they to us. But all sorts of things happened. But rarely – I wasn't a slut, and Lyalya was decent. But still, if one of us couldn't meet her guy somewhere else – she'd bring him to our room, while warning the other how long it was undesirable for her to appear "home." And everything was fine.

— Lyolka!" Lyalya calls out from the neighboring bed. "Why are you tossing and turning?

— Just... Can't sleep.

— Me neither.

Silence.

— Lyolk!

— Huh?

— Thinking about a guy?

— Yeah.

Silence.

— Lyolk!

— What?

— I wanna fuck, I can't stand it.

— I understand you. I'm ready to climb the wall myself.

— And I – anything that moves.

We did fall asleep eventually.

The next night, the same conversation. And the night after that. I'm even masturbating in the shower, but it's not the same. I need someone to urgently bend me over, wrap my hair around his fist, and fuck me so hard it comes out my throat.

— Lyolk.

— Mm?

— Are we just friends?

— What do you mean?

— Well, are we just friends, or are we bosom buddies?

— Strange questions... Well, bosom buddies, I guess.

— Lyolk (in a plaintive tone).

— Well?

— Have you ever thought about sex with a girl?

— Lyal'ka, have you completely lost your mind?

She sniffled offendedly. And I'm lying there and realizing – I'm deceiving myself. I've caught myself several times with the wild thought – if there's no man, then at least let some woman fuck me! I say this to myself, and immediately dismiss the thought completely.

— Lyolk!

— What do you want now?

— Lyolk, fuck me. Just take a banana from the fridge and fuck me with it. And grope me, well, at least a little. I can't take it anymore. Well, if you want, I won't touch you if it disgusts you?

— Lyal'ka, if you don't shut up now, you'll get a beating.

She shut up. Sniffling. We're lying there. I'm already falling asleep. And suddenly such a spasm in my stomach! Well, I think, I'm gonna kick the bucket right now. To hell with all of it, these stupid conventions. I jumped up and dived under her blanket! And it was as if she was waiting for me. Grabbed me in her arms and started kissing me like no guy ever kissed me. No one... Ha, I've only had three. But as soon as she sucked into me, and I in response into her. And you couldn't pry us apart. She grabbed my tits and started kneading them. My tits, though, are small, not much to knead there. Not like hers. I also grabbed and kneaded with all my might, as if I wanted to tear her nipples off. Though, I can't say it's arousing, but it's not repulsive either. And she started kissing my neck, and shoulders, and tits. Now, from the kisses I'm just getting high, but her body doesn't turn me on.

She slipped her hand into my pussy.

— Lyolk, you're all wet!

— You too," I say, feeling her. Although this groping of someone else's pussy definitely doesn't appeal to me.

Then Lyal'ka turned me over, spread my legs and started licking there. Well, that got interesting. Both guys had gone down on me, only one was cool, and the other just tickled. But Lyal'ka was like she was going to devour me – with such animal passion, she pounced, I thought she was going to bite my clit off. But no, she licks and sucks, sucks and licks. And I felt so good that I came.

I'm lying there and thinking – I have to reciprocate. Especially since she lay on top of me herself. Only it's dark, can't see anything. Her vagina landed on my face... Yeah, the female smell really kills the interest. I've had to suck guys' unwashed dicks, and I can't say it caused any strong revulsion. But here I had to force myself to suck. I lick her and push my fingers into her pussy. She moans and presses harder and harder against me. Well, I think, now my nose is going to go right up her ass.

— Lyal'ka," I say. "What were you saying about bananas?

She jumped up, ran to the fridge, brought one, shoved it into my hand in the dark.

— Shove it into me," she says. "And fuck me so hard I scream.

I don't know how to do this. Started shoving – it slid into her vagina like cheese into butter. Well, what the hell, I started moving it back and forth with all my fury, she even squealed. And suddenly I feel a dick going into me.

— Lyal'ka... What are you doing?" I ask in bewilderment.

— Well, I got a banana for you too.

And she also started fucking me. So hard that I came a second time.

We fucked each other with those bananas for about two hours, until we came ourselves into oblivion, and the bananas went soft in our hands. We didn't even eat them afterwards, although we had a ravenous appetite after sex. But by that time I'd lost count of orgasms, I only understood that neither I nor she needed anything else. Not to change positions, not to say words. Just fuck with bananas and knead each other's tits. That helped to feel sensations.

We finished at half past one at night. I went to my own bed and fell asleep. And I slept so well! And the next evening Lyal'ka comes out of the shower naked and again with a banana. She stands right in front of me bent over, ass towards me.

— Lyolk, shall we repeat?

Well, what the hell, I took the banana and fucked her again. Fucking with one hand, squeezing her tit with the other. She moans and gets high. She came, though not quickly. And asks:

— What about fucking you?

— Well, go ahead.

But this time the banana went in tight. I wasn't aroused. She even kissed me and squeezed my breasts, but it was all useless. The banana wouldn't go in. Then she figured it out – put a condom on it, and there's lube on it. It went in somehow. Well, and once she started moving it – I did get warmed up.

— We're lesbians now," she said with a smirk.

— Well, it's temporary.

— Did you at least feel good?

— If I thought it was a guy, then yes.

She got offended. But not too much. Then she kissed me on the lips.

— We're still bosom buddies, right?

— Of course.

We had a few more episodes, but we didn't get as much pleasure anymore. Apparently, the release relieved all the tension. After all, just one object in the pussy isn't enough, emotions are needed too. And tits need to be groped by a male hand. Lyal'ka, it seemed to me, was thinking the same thing, even though we tried to bring each other to euphoria during these episodes.

And then there were exams, then holidays, then we went our separate ways home. Both she and I found ourselves boyfriends, and life returned to its usual and proper course. And although we couldn't meet with our boys every day – they were in our small hometowns, and we were in the regional center – still, those infrequent dates that we got were quite enough so that a request to rub a back in the shower of our dorm didn't cause any ambiguous interpretation between me and Lyal'ka. After getting our education, we went our separate ways home, got married, attended each other's weddings, had children. And in rare episodes of meetings, and in frequent phone calls, we never recall the banana releases.

Why would we?