Divided

For this story, my name will be Nelly. I come from a small rural town, but seeking a better future, I came to the big city; in an employment fair that traveled to my community college, I got hired as a receptionist for an insurance company. Upon arriving, I didn't know anybody, so I looked for an apartment in newspapers' classifieds. I called a young woman who looked for someone with whom to share the expenses, and she told her to meet her at a discotheque; we agreed on what we would wear in order to recognize each other easily. When we finally got there, she greeted me:

"Hello, I am Marilyn."

I tell her my name and she invites me to a table. Marilyn volunteers to buy me a drink, and I tell her that I would prefer a soda. We talked about the rent and the chores, and then, she invited me to the apartment. It was reasonable enough, I found it small but cozy and very clean. There are two small beds in the bedroom. She encourages me to inspect it and she then asks me:

"Do you like it?"

"I love it."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, it is so pretty. If you accept me as your roommate, you won't regret it."

"I Accept! Let's have a toast."

"You already know that I don't drink."

"It will be only one glass, in order to seal our agreement."

"Then I accept."

Then she served me a glass of wine, which I found to be a little strong, but I gulped it, so I wouldn't offend her. She offers me again:

"Do you want any more?"

"No more, thank you."

We began to chat. I told her that I was going to work as a receptionist and she tells me that she is in advertisement. We talked about our parents, schools and previous boyfriends; In this department, I didn't comment much, but she inquired:

"Did you leave a boyfriend in your town?"

"No."

"But do you have had some?"

"Some, but they were not serious."

"Excuse my prying, since we are already roommates. Do you have had experience? You know, sexual..."

"Some..."

"How many? Excuse me for insisting."

"Let's say that I had some orgasms, if that's what you mean."

Then, she left me keep quiet and proceeded to tell me about her experiences: schoolmates, and even a few college professors, but she emphasized that they meant nothing in her life. Quietly, I nodded to all that. There was a long pause and she said:

"I'm sorry, I am tired, and I guess that you are too."

"That's right. Where will I sleep?"

"Take the bed on the right."

Then, I took out what I carried in my luggage and I distributed it between drawers and closet, keeping underwear, a towel and other articles in hand, and I told her:

"I need to take a bath."

"Go ahead, you already live here."

I went into the bathroom, I shyly got undressed and I picked up my clothes in a grocery bag to wash it later, and I hit the shower. I adjusted the temperature, glad to have hot water and I took a quick bath. I got dressed again and she came to also take a shower. When she came out, I had already gone to bed. Excited by my newfound freedom, I could not sleep but I kept quiet so I wouldn't bother her. Then I heard her comment:

"I can't sleep either."

Although I was a little surprised, I didn't give it any importance. She spoke again:

"Can I go to your bed?"

"Go ahead, this is your house."

I sat down and she sat by my side. Then, she caressed my cheek. I didn't suspect yet. She told me:

"You are very pretty."

"You too. You should be a success with the boys."

Her caress on my cheek was more intense, and even, sometimes her fingers touched my neck, I imagined that amid the darkness, she didn't notice where she touched me, so I didn't stop her. Then she murmured:

"Forgive me, but you are irresistible."

Now I was alarmed.

"What?"

"Your beauty influenced in accepting you like as a companion."

The tone of Marilyn was insistent and begging, and that touched my soul. She was hungry for love. I hugged her discreetly, but she moved quickly and kissed me fully on the lips. An electricity coursed through me and I felt compelled to reciprocate her kisses. I opened my mouth to welcome hers and she pushed her tongue inside. That was like fire! I sent her mine and she devoured it while I did the same with hers. My head was spinning and I knew that we would not stop until reaching the orgasm. She turned on a night light on the table and removed my nightwear. I was going to remove hers and I felt her naked, and that turned us on, because she thought that I accepted her lesbianism. She praised me:

"Your touch is so soft!"

She lowered her lips to my neck, and she repressed an urge to bite me like a vampire. Then she reached my nipples and trapped them daintily with her teeth. My crotch squirted with excitement and I pushed her toward my bed and reciprocated her sucks, although I only used my lips and my tongue. She whispered, with a trembling voice:

"This feels so good, Nelly!"

Suddenly, she asked me:

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes!"

Then, she got up and reclined me on the bed with my feet toward the headboard, removed my panties with bewitching caresses, and she licked my clitoris. I groaned resoundingly and she rotated, placing her vulva on my face.

"You do to me what I do to you."

And she went along my labia with her lips and her tongue. At first, I imitated her easily and accurately, but when she touched my clitoris, the pleasure paralyzed me. When the orgasm was impending, I wanted to pull my face to scream, but she told me:

"Stick to my vagina and drown your screams there."

In order to solve this dilemma, I held on to her buttocks and that kept me going. I licked her so she would lick me more and the vibrations that we produced upon using each other's vulvas as gags drove us crazy. I even shed some tears, overcome by so many new emotions. The orgasms flooded our senses, but I discovered something surprising: I could have more successive orgasms, so I continued suckling.

When I believed that I could take no more of this, she turned from my vulva and indicated me:

"Put your finger in me like this."

She inserted her finger in me, and first, moved it in and out, like a penis; of course, I kept up. Then she crooked it and she fanned it a little, and then, something swelled in my vaginal wall: it was my G spot. I found hers and stroked it, although stiffly, because this sensation was much stronger. I felt this particular orgasm like a huge hammer blow to my head, and then, I fainted.

We woke up late at night and I discovered that she had also collapsed over me, because I don't know how, but I was able to give her the same violent sensation. We went to the toilet and we then took a shower, where she hugged me again and apologized for taking advantage of me:

"Now you know my secret: I am a lesbian. I could not help myself; I fell in love with you at first sight."

And she sobbed, expecting my rejection.

I still felt warm in my genitalia, and I responded to her tenderly:

"I love you too."

I was surprised by my own words, but I then accepted them as a heartfelt expression. She kissed me passionately, but our bodies could no longer take so much passion so we went to sleep, remaining naked. It was hard to unclasp our hands to reach our respective beds, so, when we awoke the next day, we joined them, to feel each other on the future.

Part II

At the beginning, my work was simple: helping visitors and answering the telephone. Sometimes, they sent me material in order for me to type, like business letters or very simple reports. I hardly ever had to work overtime, so I returned to my companion early, to help her with supper, or with laundry, or just to have passionate sex with her. We spent many weekends thoroughly cleaning the apartment, because I wanted to keep my word to Marilyn. Some nights, we went dancing to the discos, and there I began to confront the dilemma of being a "closet" lesbian or an "out". Anyhow, most of the clubs to which she took me are not exclusively for "gay" people, so I could dance with men, but keeping my distance, because I didn't want to get involved with them, not only to avoid my lover's jealousy, but fearing that men might get me pregnant, infect me with AIDS or even assault me.

She also invited me to her favorite gym to get me in shape, taking advantage of a two-for-one offer, because I was a little overweight, so when I finally had a more desirable figure, she had me depilate all of my unwanted body hair, so I could be absolutely smooth to the touch and free from rash. One afternoon, we went to a sex shop, and upon seeing such enormous and grotesque dildos that they sell there, I felt a mixture of curiosity, terror and morbid pleasure, upon imagining that she would buy a giant one in order to possess me as if she were a male, but of all that she chose, there was no such thing, but only creams, oils and sexy underwear. Then I asked her about what I saw there and she replied:

"Why would you want some strange object in your vagina, or even worse, in your anus? I can give you more pleasure with my hands and with my mouth, and I wouldn't trade the orgasms that you give me for some penis, either small or big, real or artificial."

End of discussion. I came to the conclusion that she is pure lesbian, not a dyke. That night, Marilyn gave me one erotic massage that aroused me very much, and when I gave her hers, I didn't know which one of us enjoyed it more, whether I, touching her, or she, being touched. At the end, we embraced with our hot and slippery bodies, crushing each other's teats and we even simulated manly humping moves, reaching an intense full-body orgasm, without a specific point of origin. We reluctantly washed off the mess from our bodies and we fell asleep exhausted. This is life!

In my work, everything went well, and the pay was enough to fulfill my part of the rent and expenses, and to buy small luxuries, or to even send my family money or gifts. But there was a situation with a junior executive, whom I will call John, to whom they assigned all the thankless jobs, like helping difficult clients, handling claims or staying late to do bookkeeping; really, I know little about his problem, because I could only hear gossip or hearsay, which were very biased, by the way.

One afternoon, a small conspiracy was hatched against John, and I noticed him acting nervous and concerned. At some point, I had to leave the reception to go to the ladies' room, and upon returning, he met me, and without the others noticing, he begged my help with something at the end of my shift. I told him yes, and I also called Marilyn to tell her about my commitment to work late. When all the others left, he began to work. He showed me some search engines so that I should keep them running and had me print and save documents to disks which were necessary to build reports. However, he noticed that some data was missing, and he went into other employees' desks and offices, trying to look for the information that we needed. He asked me to write small notes and summaries of what I saw, and he would elaborate them; I then realized that: either there was gross negligence on behalf of the other executives, or even embezzlement. At the end, he made several copies, in papers, disks and CDs, and he wanted me to keep some. I told him that I don't want confidential information in my apartment, because I wouldn't want to involve my roommate with my work. Then, he asked me to help him carry all that he wanted to safeguard in his apartment. He had a certain air of sadness, product of the abuses of his workmates, and I sympathized with him. I asked him to stop at a drugstore, because I needed some "sport drink," because I felt a little hungry but it was already too late to eat solid food. Without myself, much less him, realizing, I bought condoms, because I felt the impulse of comforting him in a little more personal manner. So upon arriving to his apartment and storing everything, I deliberately bumped my hands into his, I looked at him deeply in the eyes and I rushed onto his body. He is no "geek," but neither was a "Metrosexual" man. I kissed him, drifting between affectionate and furiously, trying to seduce him the way Marilyn seduced me. He responded with shy hunger and I drew him to my breasts, then he surrendered to them. I became hot and lubricated at once, without hardly having time to undress. When he descended toward my vulva, he avoided the direct contact with the labia, and he merely inserted a finger in the vagina shallowly, but his mouth clung to my mons and his tongue lashed at my clitoris playfully. I had a small orgasm, and eager for more sensations, I handed him a condom, but he was already wearing one. He penetrated me somewhat hurriedly and I had another soft climax while his penis eased into my love canal. He started stroking slowly but I urged nim:

"Give it to me harder, deeper!"

He pushed in all the way and then asked me:

"Like this?"

I squeezed a little, putting my G-spot in contact with his glans and I encouraged him:

"Yes! Now, quicker!"

He pumped madly into me and I enjoyed it a lot, reaching my desired super-orgasm before he ejaculated and got tired. Then, he apologized:

"Forgive me, I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you."

"It's OK. We both needed it.

Perhaps it was not more than some sexual fooling around that I had with other boys in my teenage years, but I felt a connection to him, some kind of love. Besides, I was too delirious and drowsy to feel any guilt; and struggling not to fall asleep, I got up, got washed and he took me to my apartment. Marilyn stood there waiting, so she questioned me:

"You were fucking that... that...? Man!"

With some cynicism, I answered:

"Yes. Perhaps, I am not really homosexual."

I expected a slap on my face, so I looked at her directly in the eyes, defiantly. But then she screamed:

"Right now, I want you out of this house!"

That hurt me more, I even got scared, because I still was not ready to finish my current relationship, and much less, begin another, now with a man. Definitively, it would have been better that she hit me hard; so perhaps she would later be sorry and she might forgive me. But I wanted to fake strength and maturity, and deep in my role of "femme fatale", I taunted her:

"You are right, I know that I deserve it."

And I went for my things. Marilyn told me to call him, saying:

"You call that guy, and see if he wants to keep you, you whore!"

I told her that I didn't know John's telephone number, so she insisted that I told her where he lives he and drove me there herself. It was an irony to notice that we passed by the disco where I first met her. Upon arriving at his gate, I tried to call him without making too much noise, but she grew impatient and banged hard, until he came down to meet us. He looked sleepless, but he ushered us politely and he let us in promptly. She explained, in a fit of jealous rage:

"This tramp was my girl; I loved her and used to believe that she was sincere with me, but now that she got involved with you, you can keep her!"

John enthusiasm overcame his puzzlement and answered:

"It will be an honor for me if Nelly stays with me!"

His answer exasperated her more, and in a very bad mood, my former lover helped me toss my things inside the apartment. At the end, she gave me a look of disgust, as if the semen of a man were a biological or chemical weapon, then she turned away and left us. I apologized:

"John, you shouldn't have to go through so much shame for my sake."

He answered, showing discretion:

"For me, it is not a problem having you here. I will respect your privacy. I am only interested in your welfare."

I dropped to the floor of his small living room, among my luggage. He tried to raise me to set me in his sofa, but I stiffened, while mumbling:

"I'm not worthy of your touch, I am filthy!"

He left me alone. After a while, he returned and reminded me:

"Dawn will come very soon. Can you see? After all, I could not sleep either, so I spent all this time giving the final touches to our presentation. Come along, take a shower and let's get ready!"

I saw the first morning light and I forced myself to wake up, clean up and get dressed. He brewed some coffee and told me:

"I hardly ever drink this, but we will need all the energy that we can muster, because whatever awaits us in the office won't be easy."

Upon arriving at the office, he gathered his documents, and he even had to use some of the copies that he prepared as insurance. Soon the meeting began and John summoned me to his side; I also had to give some of my own impressions about the work that we performed last night; although I felt nervous with so many eyes watching me, I was able to express myself coherently. He looked to me for moral support, because his cause was just, and although I felt uncomfortable, for all through which I went during the past hours, my mere presence served him as inspiration.

I excused myself in order to return to my duties, and after not very long deliberations, there were reprimands toward the employees who made John's life miserable, although not as severe as I would have wished, but the boss didn't want to antagonize the team too much. My friend got a raise and all the others would have to report to him from that day on.

We were a little euphoric, that is, until we returned home. Then, the whole memory of my betrayal hit me and I didn't dare to look at him. I insisted, with sorrow:

"I am not the right girl with whom to celebrate your victory. I don't deserve you."

"But this victory is yours too. I wouldn't have pulled this off by myself, but I drew much strength from you."

He cut himself short, thinking that he had made an indiscretion, he even felt like he had raped me to satisfy his ego. He reassured me:

"I won't force you to do something which you believe to be wrong. Don't you worry; the fact that you are here is enough to make me happy. Thank you!"

He cooked a very delicious supper for us, and upon finishing having dinner, I offered to clean up for him. He was very considerate in assisting me. His happiness should have been very contagious, but I still felt guilty. I went to the sofa to pick up my luggage, for I left them wide open in the hurry of moving here and getting ready to go to work on time. He retired to sleep, and I leaned back in his sofa, unable to sleep.

The hours went by, and nervously, I went to his bedroom. I did not feel like giving myself to him ever again, but I felt very lonely. I opened the door without making noise, and I watched him while he slept. I shuddered and turned away to run back to the sofa, but he called out to me to stop:

"Nelly?"

The blood froze in my veins and I stood petrified; they were many emotions that stirred inside me, about to drive me mad. He explained to me:

"I'm not asleep. I am so euphoric! Wish you could feel the same."

I could see that he extended his hand toward me, in spite of the near darkness. But his fingers respectfully lingered inches away from my reach. My desire for him flared inside me again, but my shame prevented me from giving in to him, and then, I thought that he deserved to have a good time, even with such a cheap and vulgar woman as me. So I slowly turned to face him, I noticed that he was already sitting on his bed and I approached him. I pulled his pajama pants down and took out his penis, I caressed it and I lowered my head to suck it. He exclaimed:

"Don't you want me to caress you too?"

I gobbled his member more deeply so I didn't have to speak to him. And he insisted tactfully:

"You don't have to do this for me."

I wept silently, but I used my tears and other secretions to lubricate it and so give him more pleasure. He exclaimed excitedly:

"Oh, Nellyyyyyyyyy...!"

And he filled my mouth with semen! And if my throat had not been so sore from my crying, I would have swallowed it whole, so I contented myself with tasting it. He announced to me: