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The
Strap-on
Robin was lost in thought as she rode the
Clark St. bus on her way to her job as a junior trader at the Board of
Trade in downtown Chicago. Having only graduated from the U of I three
months ago, she felt very lucky indeed to have landed such a good job in
such a short period of time. If she kept her nose to the grindstone and
worked hard, Robin was sure that not only would this job provide the
mental challenge she needed, but also the kind of money most folks only
dreamed of. As the bus swayed to and fro as it passed over the Chicago
River bridge, Robin thought that the only real problem she had since
moving to The Big Windy was the lack of any real social life. By now she
had hoped to have made some close friends but it just hadn’t worked
out that way with the workload she was carrying. Even in college she had
just a handful of good friends, with no boy friends at all. Robin
worried about her seeming total disinterest in men, and often wondered
if she were maybe gay. In college, although she never showed it, she was
always more interested in being with the girls. Her friend Joan had
always kidded her that she was sexually repressed and just needed a good
lay. Robin just would laugh and give the old “when I meet the right
guy I’ll know it” line. This had gone on for four years with no
sexual contact with men or women. Now she had read all the manuals and
“how to” sex books but had never gone any farther than the
masturbation part, and thankfully she didn’t have a problem having an
orgasm!!! From her first attempt in high school Robin had discovered
that her body was highly sexed and that orgasms came very easily for
her, and just a few twists on her nipples made her pussy wet and hot,
and either a her finger on her clit or a candle used as a substitute
dick made her have shattering cums. So although she often wondered about
having sex with a partner, she certainly wasn’t under any pressure to
get it over with. Just then the bus stopped at Jackson St. where Robin
hopped off and headed off to the office. Her mind then turned to the
business of the day, but sex was surely in the back of her head. |
Blameless
The night shook with fury and the rain
thrashed against the roof. The storm windows sounded like they were
going to fly off their hinges. It was dark and cold outside as she
looked out the front windows, waiting... Paula had not come home yet and
was several hours passed due. Tina passed again, in front of the
windows, holding her breath...maybe the next set of lights would be...
But they weren't. Paula had not yet arrived. Tina was still so upset
from their stormy argument just hours ago. Tina found herself blameless
for what occurred, but it was bound to happen. Tina had been with Paula
for almost 5 years. It was her first serious lesbian relationship. She
had toyed with being a lesbian while she was in college, but never took
it seriously. Her first fling was with her roommate. One night her
roommate came home, unsatisfied by her current boyfriend. She crawled
into Tina's bed, naked. Her roommate had spread her legs, taking Tina's
hand down to stroke her hot wet lips. Something about the moment had
turned Tina on. Tina was unable to respond, due to her uncertainty of
the situation. But for several nights after that encounter, she had
dreamt about the feel of her roommates pussy. They eventually got it on
and were caught by their den mother. A pack was made, and every Friday
night when most of the girls were out partying, Tina, her roommate and
the den mother got it on. College was an enjoyable experience. |
