Subject: My First Lesbian Experience
Story Codes: FF oral first
Diary date: September 13, 2003
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Well, technically this was not my first lesbian experience since I had
been with my mom, her sister and her best friend before I was with
Brenda. It WAS, however, the first time I was with a girl sexually was
not a relative of mine or close friend of the family. So as far as I am
concerned this was my "first" time with a girl.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Worries About Going to College
Chapter 2 – Brenda, My New Roomie
Chapter 3 – Morning at Brenda’s House
Chapter 4 – Brenda’s Back Yard
Chapter 5 – Sexy Photoshoot With Brenda Postscript
Postscript
Chapter 1 – Worries About Going to College
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I lost my virginity when I was fourteen and was fucked by more than my
fair share of guys while in high school, yet in all that time I never did
anything serious with another girl - sexually speaking that is. What I
mean by “serious” is actual physical contact in a sexual way. I was like
most of my friends at that age, horny all the time! Sometimes I would
masturbate with my friends at a sleepover or something. In fact my
younger cousin Kristi and I use to play with ourselves a lot growing up
but we were more like two sisters than anything else. Even with Kristi
it was always just for fun and we NEVER touched each other, at least not
with any sexual intent.
After I turned sixteen and started having sex with my dad, it wasn't long
before my mom joined in and then her sister, my Aunt Linda, got involved
as well. Actually, I don’t do it much with my Aunt and even my mom is
only an occasional thing, especially when you compare to how often my dad
does me. From my perspective, being with my mom and aunt is a family
thing, completely different from having sex with a girl my own age.
Maybe it’s just me, but I just can’t think of sex with them as being a
“true” lesbian experience – it’s my mom and aunt! So going into my
freshman year of college, so far as girls went I considered myself a
virgin.
Looking back at those times, I can’t really cite any real reason WHY I
didn’t have sex with other girls. It wasn't a conscious decision NOT to
so much as for one reason or another the right opportunity just never
seemed to come about. I suppose the case could be made that I didn’t
really LOOK for one either but then, why would I? From the time I tasted
my first cock, I knew I LOVED sucking cock and being fucked was even
better. Since I was quite satisfied with my sex life as it was, why
should I go looking for something else? There was certainly no shortage
of guys willing to volunteer to take care of my “needs” whenever I was
horny.
In the interest of full disclosure, while I may have never actually DONE
anything with another girl, it wasn't like I didn’t look at girls with
interest or masturbate about them. Indeed, I often would watch my cousin
masturbate and think of how much I would have loved to lick her pussy or
have her do mine. The same with my best friend Beth and other girls my
age. I was totally turned on watching them touch themselves or having
sex with other boys but somehow the right moment never came up. Sure at
parties w would kiss and fondle each other but that was just to tease the
boys, not as something actually between us.
When I left home for my first year of college I also left behind my
boyfriend Chuck who was going to be a junior at The University of
Pittsburgh. As you might guess Chuck wasn’t exactly thrilled when I
chose a school that was almost four hours away, meaning I would only be
home for major holidays.
As for myself, although I knew I would miss him a lot, I wasn’t too
worried about us being separated for so long because I knew that we were
in love with each other and somehow or another I was sure we would make
it work. If nothing else, I was confident that memories of my patented
blow jobs, not to mention my willingness to let him fuck me virtually
anytime and anyplace, would keep him waiting for me!
As for me, I was more concerned about the lack of sex than anything else.
For the past four years I probably hadn’t gone more than a week or two
without getting laid so how would I cope with having to go for weeks or
even months without it? Chuck may have been a bit spoiled in that he
knew he could have me whenever he wanted, but at the same time I was also
accustomed to having Chuck’s horny cock available pretty much whenever I
wanted it (c’mon, when did a boy ever say no when a girl asks him to fuck
her?).
On top of everything else, I would no longer be getting fucked regularly
by my dad either. Actually, this would be the first time since he first
fucked me over two years ago that he would have to go more than a few
days without me being there to take care of his needs and I wondered how
both of us would cope with the separation. It wasn't so much I needed my
dad to take care of MY needs, I loved it when he fucked me because I knew
I was taking care of HIS needs. As a daughter, what more could I do for
my father than that?
So to sum it up, going cold turkey when I was use to having TWO cocks
readily available was not something I was looking forward to dealing
with. Of course I LOVE to masturbate but that’s not the same as having
sex. There’s nobody I could blame as I had chosen the school based on
the thought that in the long run it would be best for my career. So the
sex thing would just have to work its way out. In my heart I knew God
had led me to this decision so I just had to accept His will and trust
that he would take care of me as he always has.
Chapter 2 – Brenda, My New Roomie
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A couple of weeks before school started, I was notified of my dorm
assignment and given the name and e-mail address of my new roomie. We’d
exchanged a few things and pics but it wasn't until I arrived at my new
school that I got to meet my new roomie for the first time.
Brenda and I got along fantastic from the start even though we were quite
different in many ways. She was a perky redhead with freckles whose
great boobs (ok, so I was a little jealous about those!) and looks were
already catching the eyes of the upperclassmen.
One of the unusual things about Brenda was that her family lived only
about ten miles from school. As she explained it, her parents wanted her
to stay in the dorms during her freshman year so she could have her
“college life experience” and then live at home for the remaining three
years to save money (living in the dorms IS expensive). As things turned
out, I doubt they had a clue what “life experiences” she would be soon be
having. No doubt if they had, they might’ve thought twice about the
arrangement!
During our second week of school Brenda invited me to come over to her
house for the upcoming weekend. Her parents lived out of town near a
small lake in a large two-story home. I was especially excited when she
told me that they had a pool in the back yard. The weather in mid-
September was still pretty hot at times so a dip in a pool sounded
awfully inviting. Needless to say, I immediately agreed to go home with
her! Besides, if nothing else it beat spending a weekend alone in my dorm
room masturbating.
Of course it wasn't that masturbating was so bad - I could spend an
entire weekend doing it. No, it was the being alone part that sucked.
I’d been away from home less than two weeks and already I was so
incredibly horny that I wasn’t sure I was going to hold out until
Parent’s Weekend in October when my dad would come to “rescue” me.
Being a private Christian school, there were very strict guidelines on
our lifestyles, particularly regarding sexual behavior. In a nutshell,
“no sex” would sum it up pretty well. That includes anything on the
Internet, which they warned they would be monitoring everything we did
very closely.
The dress code was rather draconian but not anything I couldn't live with
although it required a pretty drastic overhaul of my wardrobe from high
school where pretty much anything went. Although not spelled out in any
exact words, it was strongly implied that even masturbation was viewed as
a sin as it involved lust and self-gratification and would not be
tolerated.
After our orientation, Brenda and I talked about these guidelines and for
a while we both sort of danced around the subject. I had a feeling she
wanted to say a few things but was worried that I might be some sort of
prude and frankly, I had some of the same concerns about her. Finally, I
decided to break the vicious circle of denial.
“OK Brenda, I’ll be the first to say it... I’m not a virgin.”
Brenda cracked up and for a minute I wondered what I’d said that was so
funny.
“Sorry Kelly, I don’t mean to laugh,” she apologized, “It’s just that
here we are in college, and it’s like we’re back in middle school talking
about the first time we kissed a boy!”
I couldn't help but laugh a bit at that as well. She was right, it was
pretty silly but then after the dire warnings during orientation, what
choice did we have?
“And for your information, I’m not a virgin either,” she blurted out
between giggles.
It was the proverbial opening of the floodgates as once we got started,
it was like one-upmanship as we each confessed more and more about our
sexual history. Naturally, there were a few things I did NOT tell her
such as my family “relationships” nor did I tell her the truth as to how
many guys I’d been with.
Brenda told me that she had been with two guys so far and the way she
made it sound, THAT was a lot to her! Well, no way was I going to tell
her how many guys I’d fucked, not to mention the number of BJs I’d given.
I told her I’d been with a few guys – enough to impress her but not
enough to make her think I was some class slut or anything. Being the
class slut was something I’d been quite proud of back in high school but
here at a Christian college, it’s not exactly something you wear on your
sleeve!
Although it took a little while for either of us to admit it to the
other, one thing we both agreed on – we both liked to masturbate. Even
so, this was another area where I felt it was better to hold back a bit.
Brenda actually blushed when she told me she sometimes did it several
times a WEEK, as if that was something naughty. Imagine if she knew that
sometimes I did it that many times a DAY! Thus I toned things down a bit
and just agreed with her that we were about the same.
Brenda was obviously from a more conservative lifestyle than I was and
when I hinted about us maybe masturbating together sometime, the look on
her face was enough for me to back-track immediately. The one thing we
agreed on was not to make a big deal out it. Thus during the first
couple of weeks we both did it but made an effort not to be obvious about
it when the other was around.
It was a bit of a pain not to be able to do myself whenever I wanted like
I was use to doing back home, but I was hopeful that the day would come
when we would be comfortable enough with each other to do that. Who
knows, maybe this weekend would provide the opportunity? It wasn't like
we would be having sex with any guys. Honestly, at that point the
thought of me doing anything with her beyond just watching her fingering
her pussy never even crossed my mind.
Chapter 3 – Morning at Brenda’s House
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Brenda’s parents picked us up promptly after classes were over on Friday
and it only took about twenty minutes to get to their house. Her mom
served a great dinner and for the rest of the evening we watched TV in
their family room. Her parents were quite a bit older than mine and I
learned that they were alumni of our university. The two of them had met
in school and married about a year after graduation.
I also learned that Brenda had a brother as well but he was older than
her and was already married with two small boys. They lived in town and
visited quite often but she didn’t expect him to be there this weekend.
There were some family pictures on the tables and Brenda showed me what
he looked like. Wow, he didn’t look too shabby! I didn't dare say
anything as I had no idea how Brenda would react if I told her what I was
getting horny thinking about her married brother.
Brenda’s parents said goodnight and went off to bed early after which
Brenda and I decided to go to her bedroom and we got changed for bed.
That brings up another issue we had to work out early in our dorm room
experience – what to wear around the room and to bed. For all the
preparations I’d made, this was something I never even thought about
once. Ever since I was twelve, I’ve slept nude and so for me it’s not
even something I think about unless I’m at someone else’s house.
I suppose I should’ve expected it to be like a sleepover at one of my
friend’s and put on a nightie or even pajamas the first night, but when
it came time for bed I instinctively started to get in naked bed after
removing my clothes. Looking over at Brenda, I saw she was putting on a
long T-shirt style shirt over a pair of gym shorts. She have me an odd
look and suddenly I realized what she was wondering about – what in the
world was her new roomie doing going to bed in the nude?
I grabbed a T-shirt and put it on so we could discuss the situation. I
explained to her that sleeping nude for me had nothing to do with
anything sexual, it was simply the most comfortable way for me to sleep.
I originally started sleeping nude because I wanted to mimic my parents,
but over time I found it simply felt better than having to deal with
unnecessary clothes.
Much to my surprise – and delight, Brenda just shrugged her shoulders and
told me to do whatever I felt most comfortable with. Well, since she was
OK with it I dropped the T-shirt and slipped between the covers. Once
Brenda realized I wasn't a nudist or something kinky or perverted, she
more or less ignored me after that. It wasn't like I ran around the dorm
room all day and night nude. Even at home I didn't do THAT. Really, the
only time I like being nude (besides personal care and well, the obvious)
is in bed or in our hot tub.
About the third or fourth night, I noticed Brenda quickly dropping her
nightie and slipping between the covers nude. I didn't say anything and
waited until morning when she got out of bed after me and thus I was able
to see her nude again. She blushed a little and then explained she
thought she might try it for herself. I asked her how she liked it and
she giggled, saying it wasn't all that bad. From that night on we both
slept nude without discussing it further. Tonight, though, we were at
her house and she was being a little more conservative.
“Ummmmm, Kelly... ” she started off as I started to get in her bed nude,
“I think here at home we should wear something to bed. If my mom were to
come in here and find the two of us in my bed naked... well I can’t even
begin to imagine what she would say!”
It was tempting to debate it but instead I just rolled my eyes and
shrugged. It actually made sense the more I thought about it. Her
parents seemed really nice but I could tell from the moment I first met
them that they were extremely conservative and the last thing I wanted to
do was cause my new roomie any problems with them over something silly
like sleeping in the nude.
Reluctantly I pulled the nightshirt I’d been wearing back over my head
and the two of us slipped in bed next to each other. She only had a
double-size bed so we had to be pretty close to one another and I
couldn’t help but be conscious that she was up against me with nothing
but a couple layers of thin cotton separating us. This was the first
time I’d laid close to her like this and it felt a little different in a
way I wasn't sure how to describe.
We started chatting about school and boyfriends and any strange thoughts
quickly left my head. It wasn’t like I’d never slept together with a
friend before and no doubt she had done the same herself with her friends
so there was no reason this should be any different. Beside, in our
discussions about sex she hadn’t mentioned anything about girls.
As you might imagine, it was pretty late by then time we finally drifted
off to sleep and as a result we woke up late as well the next morning.
Getting out of bed, the first thing that hit me up was how quiet the
house was, especially compared to the typical noise of the dorm.
Actually, it was TOO quiet and so Brenda went out to investigate.
She quickly returned with the news that her parents had left us on our
own and handed me the note which explained that they’d left early to go
to a farm auction a couple of hours away. The part that caught my eye
was the ending where her mom said that they wouldn't be back until after
supper time. After I read it I looked back up at Brenda who had the
beginnings of a sly grin on her face.
“Well, that’s really cool,” she said, “We have the house all to ourselves
for the entire day!”
Now I had no idea what she had in mind for the day that would be any
different with her parents gone. I was still trying to rub the sleep
from my eyes and wake up without fretting over it. We both headed off to
the bathroom to brush our teeth and get ourselves ready. Since we
weren’t planning to go anywhere I didn’t worry much about my makeup and
just let my hair go for the day. From the looks of things, it was going
to be a hotter than average September day so we both decided on shorts
and tank tops. Brenda wore panties and a bra and when she saw I didn’t,
she could help but comment.
“No underwear?” she teased.
“Hey, we’re not at school so why bother?” I replied.
“Well, I guess with your boobs you can get away with it,” she said with a
wry grin. She lifted her boobs with her hands and juggled them a little
and continued, “These girls can be a pain sometimes.”
Well, I GUESS that was a compliment. Growing up it seemed that my boobs
had always seemed to be the smallest among my friends and so I was
perhaps a little overly sensitive about any remarks made about them but I
knew Brenda wasn't trying to say anything about mine. Hers WERE much
larger than mine and I guess I could see where a little support might
help during the day.
“Still, my mom would die if I went anywhere without panties,” Brenda
continued.
I laughed and said, “Well, my mom would probably die of surprise if I
did! Besides, who’s gonna see us anyway?”
That ended that line of questions. Once we’d dressed and each wolfed
down a bowl of cereal for breakfast, Brenda asked me if I wanted to take
a little hike so that she could show me the lake. She said it was only
about a quarter mile or so walk to get to the parking area and boat
launch which was fine with me. We both put on our sneakers and headed
out.
Being accustomed to the never- ending crowds back in Pittsburgh, it
surprised me how isolated her house was and how little traffic there was
on the road. I mean, back in the ‘burgh if there was a lake this close
the roads would have been filled with cars and trucks towing boats by
now. We didn't see a single car or another person during our hike and
even the couple of houses we passed didn't show any signs of life.
It didn't take long for us to turn the corner and suddenly there in front
of us was the parking lot and beyond that was a small lake. Brenda led
me over to where a row of pontoon boats were tied up and then she shocked
me by jumping on board one of the smaller ones. There wasn't anyone
around so it wasn't like anything we would get in trouble, but it still
seemed odd as back home I never would’ve dreamed to even touch someone
else’s boat at our marina! Brenda stood there looking back at me with
her arms outstretched toward me.
“Well, what do you think of the family yacht?” she asked.
The light bulb over my head finally lit and I understood what she was
doing. Our family had always owned boats designed for water skiing and
in fact, I’d never even set foot on a pontoon boot in my entire life so
it never occurred to me that one of them might belong to Brenda, or at
last her parents.
Brenda motioned for me to get on board with her and she showed me around.
It didn't more than a few seconds as it wasn't very big, but then neither
was the lake. She explained that boats were limited to small engines so
there was no point in having a fancy boat or anything. Her family
enjoyed just going out on the lake to party and fish and this little boat
was well suited to the task.
Leaving the boat, we walked around the park, avoiding the crap left by
the flocks of geese that seemed to be everywhere (God I hate them!).
Eventually I was surprised when we were back at her house. My bearings
were totally screwed up and I couldn't have told you how we got back
there through the woods but somehow we made it. The sun was starting to
get hot by then and we were both getting a bit warm. As we walked
through her back yard towards her house, Brenda turned to me with a
mischievous smile.
“I know JUST what to do next,” she announced, “I’m going to help you out
with that problem of yours.”
I guess I must have looked more than a bit puzzled at her excitement
because she laughed and explained, “Oh Kelly, don’t tell me you’ve
forgotten about ol’ Chucky boy? You know, the hunk you just spent half of
last night crying on my shoulder about! Well... I’ve been thinking about
your little dilemma and I know exactly what you need to do!”
It was true, I HAD sort of gone on a bit last night about how much I
missed Chuck. To the best of my recollection, I never told her the total
reason but she probably worked out the details for herself. Brenda had
known early on that I was doing it with Chuck and we actually had some
discussions about how to deal with our “past lives” – as in before we
came to school, and our current situation. If Chuck were to appear in
the door right now, I would probably have his pants down and his cock in
my mouth before he got finished saying hello (well, maybe not THAT fast
but you get the idea.)
One thing I hadn’t mentioned and that was in order to attend this school
we all had to sign a pledge stating that we would abstain from sex and
promiscuous behavior. Frankly, I never had any intention of complying
with it but still, it was in the back of my mind. Although Brenda wasn’t
a virgin, she didn't have a boyfriend at the time and she said she hadn’t
had sex in over a year so going without it wasn't such a big deal for
her.
As for ME, I was use to it most every day and sometimes more, depending
on who was available, so it WAS a big deal for me. Of course I didn't
tell Brenda that I was doing it that often but she must have gotten the
general idea that I DID do it a lot more than she did. So now I had to
wonder what she was up to. Odds were she wasn’t hiding Chuck in the
closet so what could she possibly be plotting to address my “problem”
regarding him?
Chapter 4 – Brenda’s Back Yard
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By this time we’d made it to the house and once inside, Brenda made a
beeline straight to a kitchen drawer where she triumphantly pulled out a
small digital camera. Ok, sometimes, I may not be the sharpest knife in
the drawer but in this case it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure
out what she had in mind! She must have seen that light bulb over my
head flash go off again as she put her hand to her mouth and giggled like
a little girl.
Before I knew what was happening, Brenda snapped a couple of pics of me
and when I started to protest, she simply ignored me and took some more.
After she had her shots, Brenda grabbed me by the hand and started
pulling me along, presumably to her bedroom if I was reading her
intentions correctly. As it turned out, I had the destination correct
but not her intentions!
“Come on Kelly,” she encouraged me as she literally dragged me down the
hall.
I didn't really mind, it was just sort of fun to pretend to protest.
When we got to her room, instead of taking more pics of me as I expected,
she surprised me by saying, “C’mon, let’s go out to the pool! I bet your
boyfriend would love to see some pics of that hot body in a bikini!”
Everything was happening so fast that I wasn’t sure how to react. On the
one hand I felt a twinge of excitement at the thought of sending Chuck
some cute pics of me but then there was her comment about my “hot body”.
Oh well, I decided just to take it as a compliment and got undressed.
I knew Brenda had a pool so I’d brought a bikini along with me. It was
strapless but not by any stretch of the imagination one of my more
revealing ones. The main reason I’d chosen it was that I had been out in
the sun with it quite a bit and my tan lines matched up. Not exactly the
most thought-out selection but it worked for me.
As I slipped off my shorts, my eyes wandered over to Brenda who was
pulling her T-shirt up and over her head. As she removed her bra,
freeing her incredible boobs, I couldn't help but admire them. God she
had great boobs! As I stripped off my T-shirt I felt a bit like I did
sometimes in high school gym class when I wanted to hide my boobs because
they didn't look near as nice as many of the other girls’ boobs did. It
wasn't like I was flat or anything and what I did have was pretty firm
and perky – no sagging here I can tell you. It was just another cup size
would have helped the ol’ Kelly self-esteem!
Another thing I was reminded of seeing Brenda nude was her cute pussy.
She didn’t shave very much nor did she trim it a lot so her pubic hair
was a bit thick compared to most girls these days. The thing that
grabbed my attention wasn't the thickness of her pubic hair but rather
the color. Brenda was a “true” redhead and if anything, her pubic hair
was even brighter red than her hair on her head. The reason it caught my
attention so was I knew my dad was a sucker for redheads. Both his wife
and daughter were brunettes as well as my Aunt. The exception was my
cousin Kristi who was a blonde but even so, her pussy (when she wasn't
shaving) was much darker.
I hadn’t realized how much my dad was fascinated by redheads until one
day I was studying on the couch in our family room and my dad turned on a
porn movie. I don’t know what her name was, but on the porn-star whores
was a “true” redhead and when I looked up, my dad was jerking his cock
like crazy as he watched! Just then my mom passed through on the way to
do some laundry and she saw me gawking at my father. She patted me on
the head lightly and then pointed at my dad.
“Ahhhhh, I guess you never knew about your father’s fetish over
redheads!” she said, slowly shaking her head with that “what can you do?”
look on her face. “John, couldn't you have waited until later?”
My dad just grinned and used his free hand to wave her off. His other
hand never left his cock and his eyes never left the screen. I went
back to my studying. The things you didn’t know about your parents!
So anyway, that’s why I was so interested in Brenda’s pussy. I’d told my
dad one night on the phone (needless to say, Brenda wasn't around) about
my roomie’s red pussy and he begged me to take a picture of her but I
didn't dare. How would I explain it – tell her my dad wants to see her
pussy? Yeah right!
In the meantime, we both had changed into our bikinis and were now headed
for the back yard once again. Following Brenda’s lead, on the way to the
back yard I couldn’t help but take a long look at the cute little ass
that was bouncing suggestively in front of me. While I was wearing a
rather conservative suit, Brenda had picked out a very suggestive string
bikini that didn’t leave much to the imagination to say the least.
There WAS one thing that made me curious though; her tan lines extended
well beyond the thong so it was obvious she usually wore a much more
conservative bikini. Not only that, but from the brief time that I’d
known her mother, I couldn’t possibly imagining her mom sanctioning
anything even half as suggestive as what Brenda was wearing. So if it
wasn’t her normal suit, and if her parents didn't even know about it, why
was she wearing it now?
I figured she was just trying to show off a bit, maybe trying to impress
me with how much she could rebel against her parents or something.
Whatever the reason, I didn't mind and if anything, it made me wish I’d
brought along one of my more naughty bikinis.
When we finally reached the pool, my attention was drawn away from her
bikini and ass by the sight of the inviting clear water. It was late in
the summer so odds were it was pretty warm. I didn’t hesitate and just
jumped right in. Sure enough, the water was practically at bath
temperature but it still felt cool in comparison to the air temperature
that seemed to be rising faster by the minute!
I climbed up on one of the plastic floats and laid on my stomach,
stretching out and relaxing as the waves created by my entrance bounced
me gently up and down. As I relaxed in the middle of the pool I heard a
clicking sound from behind me. Looking over my shoulder I saw Brenda
standing at the edge of the pool holding her camera once again, taking
more pics of me.
“Mmmmmmm, now THAT was a GREAT picture of your ass!” she said as she took
a few more pics of me. “I don’t know if I’ve told you this yet or not,
but I’m SUPER jealous of your ass.”
For some odd reason I felt a little embarrassed at first. I wasn't sure
why as it wasn't the first time by any means that I’d been photographed
in a bikini or less. It was just that the photographer was usually one
of my parents or a friend, not someone who was still a stranger to me in
many ways.
I knew sometimes guys took pictures of me when I was waterskiing or even
at the public pool. Usually the lifeguards would shoo them away but I
didn't mind. If anything, I wondered what they did with them when they
got home. Hopefully, they masturbated thinking about me and it turned me
on laying out in the open as I thought about the possibilities. This was
different though. Brenda wasn't some perv at the public pool – she was
my roomie!
“Oh c’mon Kelly, relax! Chucky boy is going to love these!” she teased
me.
Frankly, I was starting to get annoyed at this stupid nickname she
apparently was intent on using for my boyfriend. She must have
misinterpreted my annoyance as being associated with the pictures she was
taking.
“Ahhhhh, don’t pretend you don’t know what a cute ass you’ve got. I bet
you love showing it off for him when you’re home – and every other guy as
well,” she said grinning the whole time.
Well, I had to admit that she had me pegged when it came to showing off
my but! When you don’t have the greatest chest in the world you have to
take advantage of what you’ve got and for me, that was my butt. I loved
to wear a short skirt or tight jeans, anything to tease Chuck as much as
possible. Fortunately, he loved it too and it made me feel hot when we
would walk through the mall and I would feel his hand clenching my ass
right in front of everyone!
Brenda took a few more of me before finally putting the camera down. I
watched as she took a deep breath and jumped in to join me in the pool.
Naturally the first thing she did was tip me off the raft and the water
fight was on! We played around, splashing each other and chasing one
another, just goofing around like two little girls.
Later, as we sunned on a beach towel in her back yard, Brenda got up and
took a few more shots of me. The she gave me a more thoughtful look
after which a playful grin broke out on her face.
“Ya know Kelly, you’ve got a great tan and much as I love the strapless
thing you have going there, that bikini have just doesn’t cut it.”
She stood up and wagged her finger at me saying, “Now you just hang on
for a minute, I have the perfect thing for you!”
Before I could get a word in edgewise, Brenda had turned and was running
back to the house. It seemed like less than a minute had gone by when
she emerged with something in her hand. A couple of steps from me she
tossed the pieces of cloth to me and I held them up to find a sexy
bikini. The top was lime green and bottom was cream with orange stripes.
The material was practically fluorescent and seemed to magically to glow
as I held it next to my tanned legs. Brenda smiled, obviously satisfied
with herself for her selection.
“Yep, now THAT’S the bikini for you. Your tan looks so much better next
to it,” she said approvingly, “Ok girl, switch.”
I figured there was nothing to lose in trying it on so I got up and
started walking back to the house to change in the privacy of her room. I
hadn’t taken two steps before Brenda huffed and shrugged her shoulders at
me.
“Hey!... Where do you think you’re going?” she called out after me, “Just
change out here. Don’t worry, nobody can see anything.”
I didn’t want to appear prudish or anything bit then changing bikinis in
the backyard of her house WAS a little pushing the envelope so I
hesitated for a second. Brenda’s face had such a look of exasperation I
caved in and started to take off my bikini. After dropping the bottoms I
pulled the top over my head. I reached down for the new bikini and
couldn’t help but feel a bit weird standing there nude right out in the
middle of her back yard where anybody going by could see me.
It wasn’t like I was ashamed of my body and I loved to show it off, but I
didn’t make a practice of being nude in public either. I spent a lot of
time nude on our deck, especially when I was using the hot tub but it
wasn’t like the whole neighborhood could see. Here, anyone driving by
would get themselves a free show but then I remembered how few cars ever
came down the roads and it didn't seem so bad. The thing that concerned
me most wasn't someone seeing me nude, it was that the word might get
back to Brenda’s parents! Brenda started to reach for something and when
I saw what it was I had to protest.
“Hey! Don’t you DARE snap any pictures of me like this!” I said with a
laugh, trying to take the edge off of the sharp tone I had used.
It was then that I realized that Brenda hadn’t taken her eyes off of me
the entire time that I was undressing. Normally that would have made me
uncomfortable but in this case, for whatever reason it felt more erotic
than anything else
I quickly slipped on the new bikini and from what I could tell, she was
right – it looked great except my tan lines on my boobs from my own
bikini showed. The top was a little big on me as Brenda was a full C-
cup, maybe even a D compared to me who was barely able to fill a B-cup.
Brenda caught me fussing with the top as I tried to arrange my boobs in
it better.
“Ahhhhhh, don’t worry Kelly – those tans lines just make it look even
sexier on you. Mmmmmmm, that loose top makes for a great tease!”
This time I didn’t protest as she grabbed the camera and began to shoot
more pics of me. After taking a few more shots of me out in the yard she
got that thoughtful look again. I was quickly learning that when Brenda
got that look, it meant I’d better watch out!
Chapter 5 – Sexy Photoshoot With Brenda
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“Hey, this is cool but do you want to go in the house to take a few more
photos” she asked.
I figured what the heck, after all, what could possibly happen? Well, I
was about to find out! This time she led me to a spare bedroom where I
posed on the bed for a few more shots. As the time went by, I noticed
that Brenda seemed to be looking at me more and more with a gaze seemed
to be more focused on my boobs than anything else. Before I could think
any more about it she grabbed a floppy hat from one of the chairs and
planted it on my head.
“Mmmmmmm,” she purred, “That hat really makes you look sexy - in a little
girl sort of way.” She backed away and gave me another once-over. She
had one finger against her lips and her eyebrows lowered as she appeared
deep in thought.
“I got it - get on your knees and bend over for me – c’mon, show me some
cleavage girl!”
I just giggled and did what she told me to do. Like most girls, I had
long ago learned to make my boobs look as good as possible by holding my
arms in tight to squeeze my boobs. Today this had the effect of filling
the bikini top just a little bit better.
“Damn Kelly, now THAT is really hot!” Brenda gushed.
Rather than be embarrassed, if anything her compliments encouraged me to
started goofing around, trying to look sexy while I thought about my
boyfriend and what Chuck’s reaction was going to be when he saw these
photos. It wasn't like he didn’t know what I was hiding but I thought
the bikini pictures were very erotic and hopefully they were going to
make him all the more willing to wait for me. After a few more I
figured we must have been about done but I was quickly learning that
Brenda was always full of surprises and this was no exception.
“Well girl,” Brenda finally said, “This has been fun and all... so what
do you say? Time for some pictures to really grab Chuck’s attention?”
I wasn't exactly sure what she meant so I didn’t know how to respond.
While I hesitated Brenda dug through a dresser drawer and brought out a
basic white bra and shirt. “OK, this should look sexy enough,” she said
almost more to herself than to me. She tossed them to me and said,
“Here, change into these.”
By now I was getting use to following her directions so I stripped off
the bikini and once again was nude in front of her. This was starting to
become a habit except now I didn’t feel so weird being nude in front of
Brenda. Of course she saw me nude at night and in the room, but this was
different, more personal somehow. I quickly wrapped the bra around me,
snapped the hooks, twisted it around and put my arms through the straps.
Then I put on the shirt and started to fasten the buttons.
“No, no, no, no...” Brenda cried out, pulling my hands down and away from
the shirt, “Leave it unbuttoned!”
It sounded like a good idea so I did as she said after which she snapped
a few more pics of me. “OK then, now undo the rest of them,” she
instructed me. I let the shirt hang open for the next few photos.
Looking at Brenda, I noticed that she was looking a bit flushed.
“You OK Brenda?” I asked, concerned a bit about how red her face was
becoming.
“Oh I’m fine,” she said, sounding a bit flustered, “It’s just that you
really look sexy in that outfit! I mean REALLY sexy.”
Now it was my turn to blush! Brenda looked at me and I noticed that she
licked her lips just a little bit when she looked at my boobs. It seemed
like she wanted to say something but couldn’t get it to come out. I
waited patiently until finally she took a deep breath and let it out
slowly.
“Well, are you ready yet for a few that are a little hotter?” she said
softly.
I gave her a quizzical look and she just giggled at me. “Well... I just
figured you might want to send him a few naughtier ones for him to jerk
off to,” she explained to me with a sly look on her face.
Suddenly the thought of sending Chuck some nude pics of me WAS pretty
hot, though. He had tried to take some of me that way numerous times in
the past but I had never allowed him to. I loved him but he was still a
guy and guys like to share their “conquests”.
“What do you mean by hotter?” I asked her slyly. Granted, I had a pretty
darn good idea just what she meant but I wanted to hear it from her own
mouth.
“Hmmmmmm,” Brenda purred, “I guess that depends on how hot you can make
yourself, dear.”
I smiled at her with one corner of my mouth raised in what I hoped was a
suggestive fashion. “Oh?... Do you REALLY want me to show you?”
Brenda licked her lips again and I was getting a feeling that she was
more interested in me stripping for her than taking pics for my
boyfriend.
“Well, are you going to show me something or are you just a teasing
bitch?” she asked, a little more strongly this time.
Wow! Now that comment was certainly raising the bar! I had a feeling she
knew exactly what she had said and that it was not an accidental choice
of words. My perception of my roomie was undergoing a rather radical
change at this moment! Sure, I knew she wasn’t exactly an angel, but
until now, I figured it was pretty much mostly bluster and teasing
without a lot of real substance behind it.
Be real! How could she go a year without getting laid if she was really
into sex anyway? Now I was starting to wonder if maybe she had another
outlet for her sexual needs – one that didn't involve a penis!
At this point I still wasn't sure where I really wanted this to go. So
far everything had been fairly innocent but the fact was I had only known
Brenda now for a couple of weeks and even now, I didn’t know her all THAT
well. We had not seriously discussed girl-girl sex so far, and other
than a little masturbation in bed after we turned out the lights, had not
done anything sexual with regards to one another. Was this Brenda’s way
of breaking the ice or was she just teasing me to see how far I would go?
Yeah, Brenda was really cute and the thought of playing around with her
wasn't exactly objectionable, but then I had those thoughts about a lot
of my friends before - but never acted on them. Of course, now that I
was officially a college girl, maybe it was time to start acting like
one!
“Well... you asked for it,” I warned her. She just grinned maliciously at
me, as if daring me to do whatever it was she wanted me to do.
I stood up on the bed and slowly undressed. To make it easier for me, I
imagined that I was doing a strip tease for Chuck. After all, I had
plenty of practice doing that! Brenda sat on the edge of the bed and
watched me intently, one hand balancing herself on the bed while the
other was resting on her bare leg. I couldn’t help but look at her as
well since her bikini left her practically nude as it was. God she
looked hot!
Soon I was naked, standing not two feet away from her, slowly gyrating my
hips and playing gently with my boobs. Brenda’s eyes stayed fixed on me
while her free hand slipped between her legs and I could see her fingers
start to gently work on her pussy as she watched me.
The erotic sight of my new roomie playing with herself as she watched me
made something click in my head and I instantly felt myself becoming wet
and warm between my legs. Although I had started out thinking about
Chuck and his wonderful cock, at this moment it wasn’t Chuck’s cock that
I desired anymore. Instead, I found myself engrossed by the way Brenda
was looking at me, the way her eyes roamed over my naked body the way
horny guys do when they pass me by in the mall.
Deep down I felt this intense desire to show off for Brenda, to tease her
and turn her on even more. She was back to snapping photos of me again
although the hornier she got the more reluctant she appeared to be
willing to let go of her pussy to hold the camera. It was at that moment
that I seriously began to realize that we both were feeling something –
something that would cause us to become involved beyond your typical
roomie friendships.
As odd as it may seem, I was starting to get into more and after a while
I kneeled down on the bed and then laid back on the pillow. As I held my
legs tightly together, Brenda moved over closer to me and put her hands
on my knees. I felt her gently pushing my legs apart which encouraged me
to spread my legs apart just enough to allow her to get a few close-up
shots of my pussy.
“Oh God, that is soooooo hot... Mmmmmmm, spread your pretty pussy open
for me,” she whispered in a husky voice, “I want some good shots of that
tight pussy.”
Any sense of modesty or decency on my part was now officially gone as I
reached down and with both hands, pulled my pussy lips apart and spread
my cunt open for her to see my wet hole. She moved in closer with her
camera lens and for a moment there I thought she was getting to get her
lens all wet from the way she was advancing on me!
“Turn over now, I want to get some of that incredible little ass,” she
instructed me suddenly. As I did I looked back at her and saw Brenda's
eyes widen as I raised my ass up in the air, wiggling it suggestively for
her.
“Oh my god,” she said softly, “you’ve got such a beautiful butt!”
I was feeling even more hot and horny as she kept taking more photos of
my backside. For just a moment my thoughts turned to how Chuck was going
to be jerking off to these pics later but just as quickly they changed to
the image of Brenda staring at me, getting turned on by my ass which now
was right in front of her pretty freckled face. Even so, I couldn’t help
but think again of Chuck and how I missed his cock so damn much! My mind
starting drifting off and all I could think of was how good it would feel
to have him pushing his hard dick up inside of me right then and there.
The more I thought about him fucking me the hornier I got. I imagined
him moving in behind me, spreading my ass apart and entering my pussy
from behind, pushing himself slowly and steadily into me. I could almost
feel his cock as it filled my starving pussy, feeling him swelling in me
and then stroking himself in and out of me.
Damn! I was getting so hot and bothered that I had completely forgot
about Brenda and without even thinking about it I started to play with my
pussy, imagining it was his fingers that were touching me instead of
mine. As I massaged my clit, surges of pleasure coursed through me like
a flow of molten lava. I slid a couple of fingers inside my pussy,
dreaming that it was his fat hard cock that was fucking me instead. I
started to stroke my fingers in and out of me, imagining Chuck fucking me
the way he knew I loved to be fucked at the start – slowly and
deliberately.
Suddenly my mind snapped out of its dream state when I felt a real hand
planted firmly on my ass. Of course I knew it was Brenda’s so I didn’t
say a word but instead kept playing with myself as if nothing else was
going on. I was afraid that if I did anything at this moment that she
might be intimidated or otherwise change her mind. Her hands began to
wander all over me and she reached under me to start playing with my
clit.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw that she had stripped off what few
clothes she had been wearing and was playing with herself at the same
time she was fiddling my pussy. The suddenly, something hit me and at
that moment I felt incredible self-conscious as the reality of what we
were doing began to sink in.
“Oh Brenda... I’ve never been with another girl like this,” I whispered
to her.
Technically, I was telling the truth. I had only been with a “woman” in
the past and besides, having sex with your mom doesn’t really count as a
lesbian thing, does it?
Now that I thought of it, there was this thing about being a “lesbian” as
well. It wasn't that I was homophobic or anything, certainly not. Being
called a lesbian was nothing compared to what other things people had
called me – slut, whore, bitch, cock-tease, and such. All those had
male-female connotations though, whereas “lesbian” was distinctly in a
class by itself.
In any case, I could never be a “true” lesbian anyway – by that I mean a
woman who only does other women. I LOVE cocks way too much to ever cut
myself off from the male population! Oh well, it was something I would
just have to deal with some other time as Brenda was getting more and
more brazen with me.
“Don’t worry Kelly... just lay back and relax... let make you feel
soooooo wonderful,” she cooed to me, “Oh Kelly! You are so beautiful... I
want so bad to be with you... Oh god I want you!”
I flipped over on my back and Brenda moved up alongside of me. She laid
half on me and half on the bed with her upper leg draped over my waist.
I felt her breath against my neck and then her tongue as it gently
flicked along my neck and then up to my ear. Her hands ran through my
hair and I shivered as her fingers stroked through the length of it.
“Mmmmmmm, you like your hair to be played with, don’t you babe,” she
whispered huskily in my ear.
My low moans were answer enough for her and she continue to pull gently
on my hair, running from my scalp to the very ends of each handful of my
hair. I closed my eyes and just let the sensuous feeling cascade down my
body until even my pussy was tingling. I felt her lips meet against mine
and I kept my eyes shut as we shared our first kiss. I could tell right
from the start which of us was going to be the dominant one in our
“relationship”.
Brenda clearly liked to call the shots and dictate the flow. Anyone who
knows me and how I feel about being in control with a man might be
surprised to know that this wasn't bothering me at all. In fact, I like
it when men (and now women) take control of me when we fuck. With men
though, except for my dad, deep inside I don’t like to feel out of
control since I know I am the one who is ALLOWING him to do the things he
did.
Looking back I wonder why I was so quick to relinquish myself to a girl
in a way I never did with a man. I guess it really doesn’t matter why,
for whatever reason I surrendered myself to Brenda at that moment. From
that moment, and even to this day, Brenda determines our sexual agenda
but I can’t complain based on the results!
From that point on, we behaved like two teenagers on our first date in
the back seat of our parents’ car, gingerly exploring each other, going a
little bit further all the time but not too much at any one moment.
Unlike my experience with younger boys, I didn't feel as though I was
being groped, but more like I was being tenderly touched. Our hands
wandered all over each other and I was getting incredibly turned-on by
the firmness of her lithe body and the smoothness of her pale skin.
It was different in many ways from touching my mother or Aunt Linda.
Both of them are in pretty good shape but face it, forty years takes its
toll. No matter how much lotion and massage therapy they used, they
could never compete with the natural smoothness and softness of an
eighteen year-old college girl. It’s not that Brenda needed to “compete”
with anyone, least of all my mom. I was just trying to explain why it
was such a thrill to feel Brenda’s for the first time.
Eventually Brenda’s touched my breasts and she gently cupped each in turn
with her hand and then gently massaged them. Her thumb and forefinger
grabbed my hardened nipples and tenderly pulled on them, letting them
snap back into place when she released them. Then she put her finger in
my mouth to wet it, after which she ran it around in circles around my
nipple and then down and around into the fullness of my breast. I
couldn’t believe how sexy her gentle touch was! She wasn't rough and
strong like Chuck yet I felt better when she did it than I ever had with
Chuck – or any man for that matter.
Slowly Brenda's hand worked it was down my tight stomach until she
reached my pussy. She didn’t stop until her hand had traced itself all
the way down and to my asshole. Much to my relief she didn’t stop there
but instead changed course 180 degrees and worked its way back to my
cunt. On the way up her finger pressed in more firmly and worked its way
between my wet pussy lips. My pussy hole was so wet she dipped her
finger in it and used it to lubricate my clit even more than it already
was. When my roomie touched my clit I thought I was going to bolt
straight up and out of bed. She played with it in much the same manner
she had with my nipples – pulling it gently with my fingers and then
tracing little circles around it.
Brenda pressed herself up tighter against me and our nude bodies felt so
warm and smooth against each other. Brenda pushed her hips up further
and I felt her crotch against my leg. Her crotch was shaved smooth so I
didn't feel the tickle of bushy pubic hair like I did when my mom’s thick
bush pressed against me, but I could feel the wetness of her pussy
against me. Instinctively I began to move my hips under her hand and I
could feel her humping my leg in rhythm with me.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, Brenda thrust two fingers
into my pussy and started fucking me with them. That was all it took – I
was going to cum and nothing was going to stop me now! Brenda felt my
pussy clamping down on her hand and the gush of cum told her instantly
what was happening to me.
“Oh yea, cum for me Kelly!” she cried out, fucking me even faster than I
thought possible with her hand and fingers.
“Oh my God!” I yelled out.
Thankfully nobody was home and in this case, it was also good she didn’t
have any close neighbors because I must have sounded like I was being
killed – or fucked like I had never been – and by a girl at that! My mom
knew better than anyone how to make me cum and cum hard but this was
totally different somehow. Brenda wasn't family so the entire
relationship felt different, more erotic in some ways I would say.
Brenda was almost merciless as she didn’t stop or even slow down after my
first orgasm and it seemed like the next one was there before I even
realized the first was over. I bucked like a bronco on her bed, begging
her to fuck me more and more, not wanting her to ever stop! The second
orgasm was even stronger than the first since it started just as the
first was winding down.
I literally couldn’t see as everything went out of focus and the room was
spinning around like it did when I was a little girl and twirled around
in the front yard before falling to the ground. My pussy was sending
what seemed to be an endless stream of pleasure throughout my entire
body, making goose bumps rise up everywhere on me. It just seemed to go
on and on as I lost all concept of time.. I don’t know at the time if it
lasted ten minutes to two hours, it really didn’t matter to me. All I
knew was that it was one of the most incredible ten minutes or two hours
of my life.
Eventually, though, it had to end and so it did but it took almost as
long to die down as it had to build up. Even when it had subsided I was
left lying there with this incredible afterglow. It was like having a
sunburn all over my entire body but instead of pain accompanying the
heat, it was pleasure that seemed to ooze from every pore of my body.
Although Brenda allowed me to catch my breath and bring down my heart
rate, she never completely stopped moving her hand over me. I could feel
her soft touch constantly running up and down my legs, body and arms. It
wasn't anything forceful but rather a relaxing stroking of her fingertips
all over me. Almost TOO relaxing - I would probably have drifted off to
sleep but the little minx wasn't about to let me off that easily!
“My turn now,” she whispered in my ear, “Mmmmmmm, did you know my pussy’s
been dying for your face since the first time I saw you.”
I was still halfway in a dream world so it was almost like I was
hypnotized and ready to do her bidding. I would have done anything she
asked me to at that point but she didn’t take advantage of me – something
for which I will always love her. She rolled over on her back as I got
up and dropped to my knees between her slender legs.
Admittedly it felt a bit strange the first time I put my head between her
legs. There was something entirely different about eating her pussy
compared to licking my mom’s. Maybe the most striking distinction was
that Brenda shaved whereas my mom and aunt didn’t. The softness of her
thighs caressed my face as I gazed at her pretty pussy up close and
personal. The unique odor of her wet pussy was intoxicating as I drew in
a deep breath.
Pussy’s are like cocks in that regard. Although they all have the same
general characteristics, each is unique in its own way, a slightly
different scent, color, shape (well, for dicks anyway). Although this
was only the third pussy I had licked compared to dozens of cocks, I was
confident I could identify the owner blindfolded.
My Aunt Linda had the strongest scent, almost musky, whereas Brenda’s was
much more delicate and refined. My mom was somewhere in the middle, more
towards my Aunt’s side though. I guess age must have something to do
with it as well as I remember when I was little that my pussy tasted
totally different than it does now.
It was time – time to lick her pussy for the first time. I gingerly
reached out with my tongue and barely touched her with it. She jumped a
little as I flicked my tongue lightly over her swollen clit. As I licked
and sucked her sweet pussy I realized that while I had always loved the
taste of my own pussy, hers was even better! Something was missing,
though, and I realized I wasn't being tickled by my mom’s thick patch of
pubic hair. I didn't mind it as in some ways it made me feel like I was
licking a girl half her age! Now there was a weird thought that came from
nowhere. Eating out my roomie was one thing, tasting a younger girl was
quite another thing entirely and not something I was ready to spend much
time thinking about at the moment to be perfectly honest.
When she came, Brenda turned out to be a “gusher” - just like me. Come
to think of it. every girl I had ever seen masturbate had gushed when she
came so it makes me wonder where are all the so-called “squirters” that
people love to write about and post on porn sites. My personal opinion is
that squirters are like guys with 8” cocks – you hear a lot about them
but in real life they are as rare as flying saucers. Just as guys with
big cocks are portrayed as the “typical” male in porn movies, I think
girls that squirt are represented at a much higher percentage in porn
movies than in real life.
While Brenda was enjoying her orgasm, I was lapping up her cum up like a
kitten wither first bowl of milk. As it turned out, Brenda only came
once but boy did she ever cum when she did! By the time she was finished
she was so exhausted that we both just turned to each other and held each
other close. Although I was totally exhausted myself, I couldn’t seem to
fall asleep as I was so wound up from what we had just done. It turned
out to be a good thing because as soon as Brenda returned to earth she
was ready for more!
“Have you ever 69’d with a girl before” she asked me.
I assured her that I never had (well, as before not with a girl) and as
it turned out that was just the answer she was looking for! We traded off
being on the top and bottom although we ended up with both of us on our
sides with our heads tucked between the other’s thighs. I loved touching
her and was almost overwhelmed by the feel of her warm and soft naked
body against me. It was easy to see why girls liked to be together.
Compared to the guys I had been with, Brenda was so much softer and
smoother! She smelled incredible and I wanted to just lick every inch of
her.
Looking back, I would say that what I loved the most about that afternoon
was Brenda’s patience. Boys are always in such a hurry, trying to get
their cock in me as fast as they can so they can fuck me, doing just
enough foreplay to satisfy their conscience.
In contrast, Brenda and I spent almost the entire afternoon in bed
together just caressing each other and kissing. In fact, we completely
lost track of time and her parents were coming in the front door before
we even realized they were home! Fortunately there wasn't much to the
clothes we wore so we were able to get dressed and fairly presentable by
the time they found us.
Later that night Brenda confessed that she had been turned on by me from
the first time we met but had been afraid to say anything knowing how
much I liked guys, not to mention the prohibitions at school. She
claimed that she was bi but that she preferred girls and hoped that now
that we had broken the ice we could be much closer roomies! Well, we
sure were. We decided to sleep together even though the beds were small
because it meant we were always up tight against each other. My school
is very strict when it comes to these types of relationships so we don’t
do anything outside the dorm room unless we’re at her house. It didn't
really matter I guess so long as it was just the two of us in the room.
The best thing was I had a feeling college was going to be even more
incredible than I had dared even dream that it would be!
Postscript
==========
Wouldn’t ya know it! The next week my wonderful boyfriend, the hunk who
supposedly loved me more than anything, sent me an e-mail telling me that
he wanted to be “free” to date other girls. This girl wasn't born
yesterday, I knew what he really meant - free to fuck other girls!
Fortunately, I was just about to e-mail him my photos that Brenda had
taken of me and now I was glad that I had waited. Needless to say the
jerk never got them! I DID learn a lesson, though, in that just because a
guy says he loves me doesn’t mean he loves ME – it probably means more
like he loves to fuck me. It was a lesson I didn't want to repeat and I
made a vow not to have another long-distance relationship again.
THE END