Going out to lunch with an ex has historically been a very surreal experience. Do you shake hands or hug? God forbid you both do the opposite of the other and conduct a weird desynchronized dance of handshake half hug. Callie and I ended on good enough of terms, so we hug and sit across from each other, some slight awkwardness due to her half leaning in for a kiss I wasn't quite prepared for.
Callie looks pretty much exactly the same, and I look as different as humanly possible. Not sure who that really says more about. She's an unchanging stubborn person, and I evolved. Or did I sell out and she stayed classy. Who's to really say?
There is a new piercing on her left ear, and there is now only a single earring in my ear, instead of the four I used to have along with multiple others. Her hair is still dyed in three colors, though never the same three colors, while I let my natural color grow out and got it cut. It's short still, but I'm a brunette for the first time in years.
The biggest difference in my appearance is that I'm six months pregnant, and I have the perfect rounded belly. Quite proud of it actually. A beautiful half sphere.
We talk politely till our drinks arrive, then she's just staring at my stomach. She's confused on how I'm pregnant. Me, the girl who only a few years ago was a butch lesbian untouched by man. That's the part she's trying to figure out. How did I flip?
"You can ask," I eventually say, her snapping away from my dome and finding my face for the first time in about three full minutes.
"What happened to you? Two years ago you had never seen a dick," Cassie said, the best I could muster at the moment was a shrug, "What started it?"
"Actually, it started like this. I went out with an ex, and she had already had the baby and was pregnant with the second. She was like me, the pierced, dyed hair, fat lesbian."
"You were never fat..." Cassie started to say before I jumped back in.
"I weighed more than I do now, and I'm pregnant so don't even try. I asked her what happened, and she said the most fucked up shit I had heard up till that point. She got fucked straight."
"That's not a thing," Cassie said, me laughing at her more than with her.
"She said I should just fuck a guy, and see how I liked it, if at all. I said I could fuck four guys and I still wouldn't like it. She then bet me if I liked it, well then she gets the satisfaction of being right. If I didn't, I got to fuck her again. So I go into this one hundred percent sure I fuck a few guys, then I get my prize, too easy."
"What was the first guy like?" Cassie asked, I can tell she was a little intrigued. Even lesbians get into this, always trying to find crafty ways to get their more curious straight girlfriends. I once had turned flipping straight chicks into an art form.
"You're thinking like a normal person. You're thinking date one, fuck one, date two, fuck two. I wanted this over as fast as possible..."
"You didn't?" Cassie asked, her trying to hide a gag. Why this is puke worthy I don't know, but then again I was once the opposite side of a similar conversation.
"Don't get ahead of me. I put out an ad on craigslist. In so many words it said 'Lesbian looking to fuck four guys to win a bet.' I was expecting this to take awhile, I had twenty takers within the hour. I was expecting the picture to scare more guys off."
Lesbian me had sixteen piercings: four per ear; two lips; two nose; eyebrow; navel; left nipple; tongue with just as many tattoos on my neck, stomach, arms, legs, and lower back with dyed blue and black hair. I wasn't really that fat, more like ten pounds heavier than a healthy pudge but I was definitely not fit.
Twenty guys were on board with that in less than an hour.
"I pick the four, and I had a debate on where we do it. Hotel seems too sketchy, so I ultimately chose my own apartment. It added another level of comfort for me, but I knew the risks, I wasn't ignorant of that."
"You got four guys off craigslist," Cassie explained, like that only was a larger deal. Which it kind of was.
"Didn't say it was smart. Anyway they all show up and they basically draw straws on the order. My plan was simple. They get naked, I fucked them one after the other, and then we're done. I wanted to be defiant and control this, so I wanted to be on top. I'm fucking them, not the other way around. I take my pants and panties off and lube up, and I have no idea how much is right for a dick. Not my field of expertise at this point.
"I straddle number one and I miss like ten times. No idea how hard that could be. I finally get him in, and I slide straight down, way to hard for a first time. I'd been taking dildos and objects for years, how much different could this be? I didn't consider myself a virgin until a man was in me and it hurt. Not terribly, but the fact he was about nine inches didn't help, and I took all of him."
"Did you stop?" Callie asked, concerned that this turned against my expectations so fast.
"No I rode on, fifteen minutes and the pain basically went away, but I was embarrassed. Here I was thinking I was going to ride four guys no problem, and one penetration in I lose my breath. He went in and I felt I was no longer in control. I rode a little, only to realize two things. I'm not good at riding a dick for obvious reasons, and I'm really out of shape. Five minutes in and I'm already sweating, I'm panting, but he's good to go.
"I stop riding, and I look down at him, expecting to see him bored, but he just asked if I wanted him to take over. I wanted to say no, but I also wanted to get this thing moving, so I say yes. He flipped me over pretty quick, picks up my legs at the ankles and goes to work. I feel like a helpless turtle, he's in complete control. He's not fast or going hard, but consistent and with a rhythm. It hurts a little, but that goes away again."
"Then he cums and you fuck the next guy," Callie asked, surprised I didn't put up a fight on being flipped.
"Not exactly. So this first guy, is like a fucking pro. He's got the endurance of race horse, and a big dick which really didn't help the virgin part. He's fucking me for nearly ten full minutes before I realize if these guys are all like this, this is going to be an all day affair. I need to speed this thing along."
"How do you speed this along?" Cassie asked, her imagination answering her own question a moment later. I think it did, her expressions are amazing.
"I call number two over, and I jerk him off. Even this is not easy. My arm hurts keeping it elevated and I overthink everything. Should I do palm facing up or down? Fast or slow? This guy isn't nearly as lasting as the first, he's ready to cum in about five minutes. Then I look at my shirt, and I like my shirt. I didn't want my tits to be a spectacle, so why have them out? I do know that jizz is nearly impossibly to get out of everything. So the shirt goes off, bra is off, tits are free."
"You weren't already naked?"
"Why would I be? I only planned to ride them, for me, not for them. Now I'm naked, and guy number one leans forward and raises my legs higher and he's really deep, deeper than anything ever got, and it's new. It's different, and my tits are flopping now. Didn't realize before, but once they were out, they were out. Now I'm embarrassed again, my armor is gone, so I cover my tits with my arm. Number two says I don't need to be shy, my tits are amazing apparently and he really wants to play with them."
"Did you let him? Of course you did."
"He grabs a handful of boob, I jerk him off until he spills all over my tits. Guy number one is nearing completion and I learn it's a sprint to finish kind of thing. He starts pumping really fast and hard, and I squell. I grip the sheets and as I do I look at number one and it dawns on me no one is wearing a condom."
"Why the fuck are none of you using protection!? Were you on birth control!?" Callie half exclaimed, we're still in a restaurant after all.
"I was a lesbian, why would I be? Before he cums I manage to moan out, 'don't cum inside' and he heard just in time to pull out and jerk himself off all over my belly, snatch, and bush. He's breathing deep, and number three comes rolling into play. I barely even say anything before I give him a half nod and he rams into me. First guy was nice, this guy is fucking me."
"Did you tell him to stop?" Callie asked, not liking his presumption.
"I said slow down, and he did, but he really wanted to flip me over and fuck me doggy."
"Fuck that guy."
"I don't let him, then I start jerking off number four. Number four makes a request as well. He wants a blow job."
"Fuck him harder."
"I was about to say that, before I imagine me going to my ex and saying mission accomplished. She liked to move the goal post in arguments, and I just imagined her voiding the deal because I didn't blow someone. How do you know if you never tried it? I wanted to give her no loophole, no way she could sneak out of fucking me. So I let him put his dick in my mouth."
"Gross."