Just one kiss is all it takes to get things started.
The college lesbian fling is a real thing. I know, I had my share. More than my share. College is where you figure out who you are, try new things. See what you like.
My name is Kelliann. I think you'd like me, if you met me. I have a southern girl's charm, and I'm good at using it to get what I want. I also have slightly curly, blond-ish hair that always looks tousled, a nice smile, and I've been told I have beautiful brown eyes.
I'm as tall as most boys, which is only a problem when a boy has an ego that won't let him date a girl who's as tall as he is. Which is most southern boys! So, I tend to go whichever way the wind blows. Lately, it's favored the fairer sex.
My side gig is writing sexual fantasies for a podcast. But lately, my personal sex life hasn't given me enough material to refill my well. Partly because things dried up after I graduated.
I stayed in town, which seemed like a good idea at the time because I landed a good job, but it was a college town, and college girls have their cliques, most of which don't welcome strangers. Sure, I picked up a few in bars, but most girls who go to bars aren't looking to hook up with other girls.
Then, everything changed. My car broke down. It needed a new head gasket thingy, two thousand bucks! It was eight years old and it was a lemon, totally not worth fixing. Best thing that ever happened to me! I made lemonade!
I had to take an Uber home from the garage, and it gave me an idea. With my job, I got a loan and bought a crossover with a huge back seat, big enough to lay down on, to sixty-nine, facesit, whatever. And I installed cameras, for security, of course! Now I run Random Cab, or rather, my app is called A Girl Helping Girls, to make them feel safe! Like a guy Uber driver has never hit on a girl who's been out partying?! Little do they know!
Then I go home, watch the vids and write a description of them, which my IT girl and some friends turn into a podcast, with a narrator, and however many friends it takes reading dialogue. And the stories all get them so hot, after they finish, they usually fuck.
Girls will do things for another girl they won't do for a guy. Unless he's a hunk. Or they're in love. And my front seats swivel, perfect for watching, directing, encouraging, enjoying ... participating! It also has a huge back seat, plenty of room to stretch out and spread your legs. I posted flyers in all the girl's and coed dorms.
I got so much business, I quit my day job! Now, I work when I want to. And if I don't, clients get a 'Not Available' message, and use whatever.
I don't hit on girls coming home from the bars, partly because I don't want to take advantage of drunk girls, then have them come after me for sexual assault when they sober up, but mostly because there's not enough light!
But once they've used me and I do want to hit on them, I'll give them a 'repeat' code to use the next time, so I'll know they're a 'preferred pickup!'
I do make exceptions, of course, when it feels right, like the two bitches I just picked up from a Joel Sax show at the Crazy Cat. They were so ready to fuck him, it wasn't that difficult to get them to fuck each other, with a street light shining in just right. I could tell they would, the way they talked about what they'd do to him if they got him alone.
'What was your plan to do that?'
'Jemma flashed him!'
'No way!'
'I did, I totally did!'
We were stopped at a red light, with no one in sight, so I said, 'Prove it. Flash me!'
And she did, grabbed the bottom of her tank top and yanked it up, her boobs bouncing as they sprang free, and they were lovely, large, round and firm. Zoe hooted and she pulled it back down. They fell together laughing.
'He must not have seen you,' I told her, glancing up to make sure the light hadn't changed.
'He was looking in our direction, but I guess we were too far back.'
'Too bad. What would you have done if he'd seen you, and brought you back stage?'
'I would have blown his mind.'
'You two look hot together. Have you ever hooked up?'
They each shook their heads, no, but Jemma's smile that suggested she'd at least thought about it, maybe done it with another girl. And Zoe had on a white V-necked T-shirt over a neon pink bra that looked to me like an advertisement for boobies. Hotness squared!
'Jemma, are you a good kisser?'
'I'm an awesome kisser.'
I started up from the light, in no particular hurry. Getting Jemma to flash was one thing, but getting her to finger her friend ... was easy.
All I had to do was say, 'Show me on Zoe.'
Jemma leaned in like she was going to kiss her, hesitated, then went for it. And Zoe kissed back.
There was electricity in the air, a little back seat frisson. They were soon going at it like each of them thought the other was Joel Sax.
Now, they weren't drunk, but up 'til then, I still hadn't gotten anyone naked at night. Did I mention I also do improvisational comedy? You take a suggestion and turn it into a scene.
And the scene I was given was a deserted grocery store parking lot with a security light on the side of the building, that--I'll admit, it was lucky, but I knew how to make it work--came through the windshield and illuminated the back seat enough to record them.
Jemma, who'd pushed Zoe down and was stretched out on top of her, looked up when I swiveled toward them.
'It's okay,' I told her. 'It's good to practice on a friend, so you'll be confident when you do end up in the back seat with Joel Sax, right?'
It's hard to say whether my reasoning convinced her, or if she'd wanted this all along, and all the kissing got her motor running. Either way, she liked what she was doing enough to continue. And Zoe seemed to like it too.
She kissed her way along Zoe's jaw to her ear, then down her neck and into the V-neck of her T-shirt.
Zoe was into it, but for some reason, she opened her eyes and saw me watching.
'Zoe, was she lying or is Jemma a good kisser?'
Zoe smiled, nodded and said, 'Yeah, she's a good kisser.'
'Why don't you let her show you what she'd like Joel Sax to do to her?'
She looked at Jemma. They both smiled, and Jemma leaned in to continue kissing. But her right hand found its way under Zoe's T-shirt.
'That T-shirt is kinda in the way, isn't it?'
'Totally,' Jemma said, raising up.
She pushed the T-shirt up above Zoe's boobs, and Zoe stretched out her arms so Jemma could take it off.
'And I bet her bra is too.'
Jemma reached under her and fumbled with the catch. Zoe tried to raise up to make it easier, but it didn't help.
'Damn, girl, you've never taken another girl's bra off before?'
'Never.'
'Here,' said Zoe.
She reached back with one hand and popped the catch, then shrugged so Jemma could toss it aside.