Hey, it’s me Wendy. It’s Friday, six p.m. I just came out to hunt for some pussy. Maybe it’s too early, normally I start at eight. But the week had sucked, I was desperate. It had been going fine until I blew it with Jobe.
Why did I have to say that?!?! I’m a hardcore lesbo, I can’t be going through this again! It’s not fair! I did this already! It was back in college. My roommate, Bell, was a massive slut. She wanted it every night from anyone who would give it to her.
One night she got drunk and didn’t go out. Before that night I had never suspected I was gay. I never enjoyed sex that much but I had also just been with dumbass boys that wanted to get there rocks off in my pussy.
Bell had wanted sex badly, and came on to me hard. I wasn’t aroused by Bell at first, but when Bell had tried everything else she got on her knees and started begging me to do all kinds of things to her. That’s when I started to get interested. When Bell started licking my feet the straight Wendy was gone forever. It had taken time to accept what I now knew I liked to do, but after awhile I was a confident dyke, and loved little sluts with all my heart.
Or so it had seemed. So why the interest in Jobe? Jobe’s this guy at work, I had, well, dropped him a hint and didn’t even really know why. Sometimes I think its not that I’m gay, but that I loved dominating people. But Jobe wasn’t a submissive guy… was he? No way he would let me be on top, let me fuck him with my dildos; make him eat my ass… would he?
I shouldn’t have started so early. I’d had two already so I started to scope for girls, there was one in a sweater and a long skirt, rather interesting attire. I saw a guy approach her. Darn, ah well, it would fill up soon. I would have a third beer in the mean time. Around seven the crowd began to gather.
A girl sat down next to me. She had ash-blonde hair, tanned skin, stood much taller then me, maybe six feet. She had on a tank top and blue jeans. Impressive sized tits filled her tank. She had tattoos running down both arms. She stared at me.
I can’t believe my luck, I shouldn’t have been surprised though, the weird ones where always into me. I did my best to ignore her. Maybe she’d go away, no such luck. When I finished my third beer I ordered another.
I began to realize that I wasn’t scooping the babes. This was turning into a get drunk and depressed night rather then the pick up chicks night it was meant to be.
I felt a hand on my ass; sure enough that bitch next to me was coming on to me. I looked at her.
“I’m gay.” Why the hell did I just say that? “Of course you are,” she said, “Is that a joke?”