I know I'm not the only guy who likes girl-on-girl action. I mean come on: that's why lesbian porn is as popular as it is. I know plenty of dudes with big collections of it.
Me, I've been jacking off to that stuff for ages. Even when I was eighteen, I'd practically made an art out of getting past my parents' Internet controls. And I never got caught— unlike some of my friends. I'd stay up late, and I'd put my laundry against my bedroom door so the light wouldn't shine through. Then I'd sit in front of my computer and watch videos for hours, stroking my cock for as long as I could. That was how I learned how to edge. That was also how I learned to vary my techniques, like massaging my cockhead first, then later playing with my balls. And when I did cum, I got the cleanup down to a science so no one else would know. (Among other things, I hid my cumrag deep in my closet, behind a bunch of old boxes, where I knew no one would look.)
I'd always wanted to watch girls go at it in real life. But it took me years to muster up the courage to do something about it. Every girlfriend I've had, I've kept wanting to bring it up, but I always chickened out. Till I started dating Amy.
Amy is one of those no-nonsense girls. She calls herself "sex-positive": she's not a slut or anything, but she's not shy about the fact that she has needs. Of course I've always been happy to satisfy those needs... but I couldn't help thinking another girl could do it too. Which I knew would be a helluva sight to behold.
I finally brought it up one night over drinks. We started talking about sex, and about our fantasies in particular. I was drunk and horny enough that I just blurted it out: "I want to watch you with a girl."
"I... what?" Amy asked. She blinked her eyes and frowned. She was obviously as buzzed as I was.
"Yeah," I said. "It'd be hot."
"You think I'm that kind of girl?"
"Well... y-you mean a lesbian?"
"I mean a girl who puts on a show. I hope you don't see me like a stripper or a porn star or something. Like I'm just here to get you off."
I wasn't sure how to respond. I tried to guess how bad I'd fucked up, and how I could keep this shit from getting worse. "Listen. Babe, that's not what I meant—"
"I want to watch you with a guy," she said.
That wasn't the reaction I'd expected. "U-uh... seriously?"
"Yeah, why not?" she asked. "It goes both ways, doesn't it? I'm allowed to have fantasies too."
"I-I mean... it's just..."
"It's just what?"
"Well... is that what you've been fantasizing about?"
"Why wouldn't it be?" she asked. She set down her wine glass, and she folded her arms. "You know I love myself some dick. The same way you love pussy."
"I mean..."
"When I was with my ex," she said, "I used to fantasize about him getting boned. I never told him that... and in real life he didn't have a gay bone on his body, at least from how he loved to fuck. But it did turn me on to think of him that way..."
"So that's how you feel about me too?"
"I mean... I'm not saying you're like Kevin, but still. It'd be really fucking hot."
At first I thought this was the alcohol talking. But the next day, when we were stone-cold sober, Amy asked if I was serious. I said yes, and she said she was serious too. Then she asked if I wanted to go for it.
I'll be honest. Even though I was the one who suggested it, I wasn't sure if I wanted all these strings attached. It wasn't like I was a homophobe or whatever: my brother is gay, and I was always cool with him bringing home boys. But it was one thing for my brother to get dick, and it was another for me to get it myself.
Then again, I guess Amy had a point. It did go both ways. If I wanted her to act out my fantasy, and if I wanted to watch her that bad— which I did— I guess it was only fair to return the favor. So after mulling it over, I finally said yes.
It turned out to be easier said than done. We didn't want to hook up with anyone we knew, so our first thought was to try Tinder. But we didn't get any promising matches.
After doing some more digging, I found a bunch of apps and websites that were specifically designed for this stuff. Some of them were for threesomes, others for swingers, and still others for whatever flavor of sex you could think of. As soon as I set up a profile, sure enough, that was when we started to get hits.
We ended up with more options than we knew what to do with. Amy let me do the talking, so I basically got to decide who she'd have sex with. It was a hell of a decision to make: I weighed all the choices, trying to find a girl who was cool, that both of us would like.
The final choice came down to an Allison, Danielle, and Veronica— or at least those were the names they gave us. Veronica was free that night, so she ended up being the one.
I couldn't handle the anticipation. My dick had been rock-hard that whole time. I was leaking pre-cum like you wouldn't believe, and I knew I couldn't last till that night. So I went to the bathroom to rub one out.
The thought of Amy and Veronica was like the perfect jack off material. I'd been imagining that for so long, I could hardly believe I was about to watch it for real. I was practically on autopilot as I pounded my pud: my primeval instincts took over, and my urges welled up inside me. Then my body seized up, and I busted my nut— for what wouldn't be the last time that day.
I'd just stepped out of the bathroom when Amy clucked her tongue. "You need to change your shirt," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked, but then I looked down. It turned out there was another rope of cum that had landed on my shoulder. I'd had no idea it was there.
"You don't want to give the wrong impression, do you?"
"I..." My voice trailed off. "I guess not." Then I shrugged, and I went to change.
I couldn't believe how calm Amy was. I couldn't tell if she was just covering up, but she was about to lose her lesbian virginity— which to me was a pretty big deal. Then again, it was my fetish, not hers.
Finally, at seven o'clock that night, the doorbell rang. I jumped up to answer it, though it felt like I was going in slow motion. I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door.
Veronica was one of those lipstick lesbians, without a hair out of place. She was tall, with a sexy dark complexion and a perfectly-tailored outfit.
"You must be Dylan," she said.
"Y-yeah," I said. "Come on in—"
"Hello Amy," she said. And without another word, she went in for a kiss.
"Mm," Amy said as their lips came together. Veronica wrapped her arms around Amy, and Amy didn't resist.
I was practically hypnotized as I watched the girls make out. Watching them in person was nothing like watching clips online. Especially since I knew Amy so well: I knew how her lips felt, and how her perfume smelled. And Veronica seemed to be just as into that as I was.
"Now," Amy said as she broke off the kiss, "let's not get ahead of ourselves."
Veronica nodded. "Lead the way," she said.
Amy sat on the couch. "Here. Make yourself at home."
Veronica put down her purse, and she sat down beside Amy. I sat on the love seat a few feet away.
"So," Veronica said, "what kinds of things do you like to do with a girl?"
"I..." Amy's voice trailed off. I could tell she didn't want to admit it was her first time. "I mean, I love getting oral."
"Then you're in luck," Veronica said, "because I fucking love giving it."
I licked my lips. I loved eating Amy's pussy myself, but I couldn't wait to see what Veronica would do with it. Considering she had a pussy of her own, she was probably an expert at making it feel good.
"Do you squirt a lot?" Veronica asked.
"I... I mean not really..."
"No worries," Veronica said, "I'm just asking, cause I squirt quite a bit."
Amy didn't seem to know what to make of that. "Okay..."
"What about scissoring?"
"What about it?"
"Me, I'm a fan, but you know how polarizing it can be. It's your call if you want to do it."
Amy glanced at me, then looked back at Veronica. I could tell she wasn't sure how to answer, but then she nodded. "I'm up for it," she said.
"Sounds like you're my kinda girl," Veronica said, and with that, she and Amy went back to making out. Veronica put her hand on Amy's crotch, and she started petting her ever so gently.
Amy sighed with pleasure, then spread her legs wider. Veronica accepted her invitation and started massaging her harder. I couldn't take my eyes off the sight: my girlfriend was getting felt up by another girl. And she seemed to like it.
Finally Veronica broke off their kiss. "Let's get you out of these clothes," she said, then pulled off Amy's blouse. She reached behind Amy's back, and she undid her bra so fast I barely saw it. And with that, Amy's tits came bouncing into view.
Amy undid Veronica's skirt, then yanked it down with her underwear. Veronica's pubes were as well-maintained as the rest of her body: they were carefully trimmed in a bikini line, with her carpet perfectly matching her drapes.
Veronica kicked off her shoes and her skirt. Then she pulled off her blouse; she wasn't wearing anything underneath, so her boobs started swinging around. She helped Amy pull off the rest of their clothes, till a second later both girls were naked.
"Dylan," Amy said, "why are you still dressed? It goes both ways, remember?"
