Author's Note: This story is intended to be a humorous erotic fantasy. It shouldn't be taken seriously. It is not meant to portray realistic relationships of lesbian or bisexual experience. It is an American Pie-style romantic Comedy with a bit of Inside Out thrown in. It is a silly story written by a silly man.
---Horizontal lines-- are time skips.
Italics
are for thoughts.
Coming Clean
Chapter One
Looking for Love (in all the Wrong Places)
Sam never cared for her original name, Samantha. It was too feminine for her taste. If someone tried calling her by her birth name, they would be ignored. You either called her by her preferred name or didn't talk to her. It was the slightest amount of respect she expected from people.
Sam had a distrustful nature, having been cheated on in the past. In her last relationship, she had come home to find one half-naked woman crawling out through the bedroom window and a second one heading for the back door. Her then-current, about-to-be-ex-girlfriend had greeted her with a guilty "Hi, Honey. You are home early" while still in bed. Sam had waited a few moments to see if other women scurried out from the closet, bathroom, or under the bed like scared cockroaches before turning around and walking back out the door.
She had vowed to never be in a real relationship again. The heartbreak was too much. Instead, it was only a one-night stand from now on. A sentiment that would prove both lonely and unfulfilling.
She had just finished work a few hours ago and walked into Scissoring, her favorite lesbian bar. She claimed her usual bar stool in the corner. From there, she could see the entire room.
She was short for a woman at only 5'4. Her brown hair stopped at her neckline. Despite her very butch personality and tomboyish activities, she had a very feminine figure that was attractive to both sexes. This was aided by her jogging and light weight lifting workouts. It gave her a very toned body, a tight butt, and the strength to crush an apple with her bare hands to convince men to look for eye candy elsewhere. Another thing that drew people's attention was her C-cup-sized breasts. Not too big. Not too small. But perfect for her body.
Her exercising helped with her sexual frustration after her part-time lawyering job. Because of her vow, she had a lousy reputation as relationship-phobic. This had earned her the poorly conceived nickname 'One Night Sam.'
She would go home with someone but be gone when they woke up. The real problem was her fellow lesbians were way too much like her. That was a huge turn-off for her. She wanted a girly girl. Many were dressed too much like her as well. Sneakers, jeans, and a T-shirt. Not a lipstick lesbian in sight. She wanted something real. Someone to come home to and help fuck the stress away.
Since lesbians only had a tiny dating pool, she saw a lot of former lovers. She surveyed the room.
Fingered her. Ate her out. Fucked her. And her. And...
she said, taking inventory.
Her eyes widened when a new girl entered the room. At 5'6", she was of average height, had shoulder-length blond hair, and was attractive. She was wearing a pink skirt and top that covered a pair of B-sized cup breasts. Her feminine clothing looked very out of place there.
Sam jumped off the barstool, nearly knocking over the beer she had been nursing. She made a beeline for the new girl. Sam was ready to knock down or push out of the way any other woman who had similar ideas. Her glare was enough to say,
I'm horny, sexually frustrated, and I will fight you over this girl.
Fortunately for the other patrons, they didn't interfere.
"Hi. I've never seen you here before," Sam greeted her without trying to sound too desperate.
"Oh, hi," the girl said, slightly shy and startled.
"Well, a co-worker suggested I try this place. And stop trying to flirt with other women at work before HR got involved. Right now, I'm taking a break from men," she disclosed.
"Oh, you are bi?" Sam said, surprised.
"Is that going to be a problem?" the new girl worried.
"No. No," Sam dismissed the fear.
"Come on. Let me get you a drink. My name is Sam, by the way," she introduced.
"I'm Julia," she replied.
Sam led her back to her barstool like a tiger returning with a meal. They sat for a while and chatted. They had instant chemistry. Sam told herself she wouldn't hold it against her being bi-sexual. Any port in a storm, as the saying goes.
"So, what do you do for a living?" Sam asked, pretending to be interested.
"I'm an accountant. I enjoyed working with numbers. It's like solving puzzles. Anyone else would find it brain-numbingly boring. But at least I don't have to hire someone to do my taxes," Julia chuckled.
Sam just politely smiled at her.
God, that joke was terrible. But I'm gonna take her home anyway,
Sam said, determined.
Before they knew it, the bar was closing.
"Do you want to go back to my-" Sam offered.
"YES," Julia answered.
They had barely reached the front door before tearing each other's clothes off. Sam liked giving oral. By the moans she heard from Julia, she enjoyed receiving it. They moved into a 69 position, with tongues and fingers exploring every inch of each other's body. An hour had passed until they were both satisfied. Julia crawled up under Sam's arm. A contented sigh escaped her mouth. Perspiration and their juices dripped from the two slender forms.
"Wow. You were very good at eating pussy," Julia praised.
"I've had lots of practice," she bragged.
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The following morning, Sam was comforted that Julia was still under her arm. Julia was lightly snoring. She didn't wake her. She wanted the warmth of her body for as long as possible. After a few minutes, Julia awoke. She turned to look at Sam.
"Do you mind if I stayed here for a while?" Julia hoped.
"As long as you need," she invited.
Julia snuggled up against Sam's breast. Some time elapsed before Julia's iPhone went off.
"I have to go to work," she said regretfully.
"I understand," she said.
Sam didn't know if she was pressing her luck when she asked, "Do you want to meet---"
"YES," Julia said with excitement.
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Sometime after six, Sam's doorbell rang. She had just gotten home and was still in her business suit.
"I was hoping we could go on a picnic," Julia said, holding a picnic basket.
"No," Sam said, rejecting the idea. She grabbed Julia and pulled her inside, closing the door behind her.
"Or not..."
She started kissing Julia while her hands began unbuttoning her clothes.
Sam suddenly changed her mind. She stopped kissing and undressing Julia, much to Julia's disappointment. Sam reopened the door and grabbed the picnic basket.
"You want to go now?" Julia asked, confused.
Sam leaned back inside and closed the door. "We are going to need to replenish our energy for later."
"I was thinking we could take things slowly," Julia suggested.
Sam had just pulled down Julia's panties. Julia felt Sam's hot breath against her clit. It made her pussy even more moist. Sam's magic tongue soon made her body tremble.
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An hour had passed since they moved to the bedroom.
"OK, that's enough," Sam said, exhausted. "I've been fucking you with this strap-on for over half an hour, and my legs are tired."
Julia was in the doggie-style position on the bed with Sam behind her. Sam withdrew the strap-on. Now slippery and plastered with white cream. She had just turned around when Julia jumped off the bed. She blocked Sam's path to the door.
"You are done when I say you are done," Julia bossed.
"Oh, God. I created a monster," Sam dreaded.
She pushed Sam onto the bed. Sam's knees dangled over the side. Julia moved over Sam's hips. She lowered herself, letting the strap-on re-enter her.
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Two depleted bodies rested in the middle of the mattress a half-hour later.
"And I was under the impression I had a ravenous sexual appetite," Sam said, overwhelmed.
"I needed that," Julia insisted.
"Maybe we should add a third person to our relationship to satisfy you," Sam joked.
Julia seemed to be seriously considering this.
"I was just pulling your leg," Sam maintained.
Only working part-time meant Sam would get home from her day job first. Julia would call her when she was ten minutes from home. Since Julia lived closer to her career, Sam would be waiting at her door. They would have sex as soon as Julia arrived. Then, spend quality time doing whatever until bedtime, when Julia would insist on more sex to help her fall asleep. That, of course, was followed by morning sex before heading to work again.
Sam rarely spent time in her own home. Bit by bit, she would bring over personal items. Her most prized possession was her 'Toy Box,' a wooden shoe-size box filled with her favorite sex toys. This was a declaration that she was in this relationship for the long run.
Sam realized Julia had thrown herself wholeheartedly into this new relationship. She would love deeply and passionately. All other things, including other relationships, came in a distant second.
Julia noticed Sam being there daily but not living there, which was silly. Sam barely spent any time at her own home.
"Just move in," Julia encouraged.
This was a significant step forward in their relationship, going from simply 'dating' to moving in. She would be Julia's girlfriend. They were deeply in love, and she didn't take long to accept.
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Chapter Two
Two is Company, Three is a Crowd
As weeks passed, Sam could tell Julia was becoming restless. However, Julia was reluctant to discuss it. Finally, Sam stood in front of the bathroom door to block her exit.
"Spill it," Sam demanded.
Julia sighed. "I want to add a third person," she expressed.
A shocked look was visible on Sam's face. Seeing that she was serious, Sam mulled it over. She would do anything for her if it would make her happy. Besides, her hips were sore from using the strap-on so much. She found herself in a relationship with a nymphomaniac.
"Well, we can see if one of my former lovers is-" Sam considered.
"No! I want cock," she snapped.
"I'm bi, and I need both sides of my sexuality filled," she explained in a more leveled tone.
Sam's mouth hung open.
"But I have several dildos or strap-ons you can use," Sam recommended.
"It's just not the same. I need the real thing," Julia pointed out.
"If you want a one-night stand..." Sam schemed.
Julia looked down in shame.
"I don't want just a one-night stand. I want him to be part of our relationship."
There went Sam's plan of simply leaving for a night.
"He will just be for me. We could meet at his place," she negotiated.
At least Julia was upfront about it, and she could respect that. During all those weeks, Julia was afraid even to mention it.
"You already have a guy in mind, don't you?" Sam pressured her.
Julia blushed. "Yes," she admitted.
"I have been chatting with this guy. We haven't done anything more than talk," Julia acknowledged.
"If you are not cool with it, I can ghost him," Julia said reluctantly.
Sam went over it in her mind. Julia would have to go from work. Then to this guy's place. And finally, to their home. There was a lot of running around for just one woman.
