Here's my story for the
Pink Orchid 2023 for Women-Centric Erotica Challenge
. Thanks to Omenainen for organizing this event.
Notes and warnings:
Everyone in this story is over 18 years of age. All references to sex acts occurred with people over 18.
This story references a lesbian threesome from my other story 'Witch Problems: Lesbian Triangle'. You don't need to read that story to understand this one but if you are not into lesbians, you likely will not be into this story.
This story includes questions of consent after drug use.
Beards, Red Flags, and Pink Orchards:
CHAPTER ONE - Friday morning - apartment near Miskatonic University- David's perspective
Never trust a buzzed cut, tattooed lesbian when she says her girlfriend is straight.
I finished my shower, put on a pair of PJ bottoms, and crawled exhausted into bed. Normally I would think about the corrosive effects of money on the self and society or the meaninglessness and absurdity of existence. All I could think about was Luci. It had been a week since I had asked her out. She had screamed in my face, spent a few minutes insulting me. Finally she spit at me before storming off. The look of pure disgust on her face was the worst part of it.
I had never asked a woman out before, I knew what the answer would be, I should have known what her answer was going to be. I thought somehow she would be different. It hurt. The butterflies in my stomach and pitter patter in my heart had been replaced with a dull ache.
I awoke to Vi and Brash Becky crawling drunkenly into my bed. They were both blitzed out of their minds, talking too loud, and naked. I kept my eyes closed assuming they would quickly realize they were in the wrong room and leave.
They were lesbians who were in a romantic relationship. I was a guy who sucked with women. There should have been some sort of oil and water relationship between us where they were repelled by me. Instead, Becky had become my unofficial roommate. After a minute or so I realized they were not planning on getting out of my bed. The new plan would have to be that I take the sofa for the night after I got the two of them tucked in.
Vi passively let me get a blanket over her. One of the few things I had learned about women in my three months at college was that they didn't want a guy dressing or undressing them while they were drunk. "I'll leave some soft warm clothes on the chair. I just cleaned them this morning. I'm going to lock the door so you two can feel extra safe in here tonight. I'll be right out on the sofa." That explained what I was doing in a safe non-aggressive manner that was not pressuring them into sex or anything.
This was not the first time a woman had sleep off a night of hard partying in my room I thought as I climbed out of the bed. Becky and I had reviewed what sort of boundaries we would respect.
"I wanna wear some PJs bottoms." Vi whimpered as I placed some items from my clean laundry where the two coeds could find them the next morning. "Help me put them on." Her face turned red as they both started giggling.
"You're under the blanket, your girlfriend is right next to you." I tried to assure her as she scooted herself to the foot of the bed. "Do you want to wear these?" I asked holding up some warm looking PJ bottoms.
It happened so fast I was not even sure what was happening. She pushed the blanket off herself. She lay on her back before she playfully kicked up at me, somehow her heels ended up on my shoulders with me staring down between her legs. In a husky tone she stage whispered "I think I want to wear the ones you're wearing." I could see everything as I looked down at that muff of blonde hair covering her sex, the parted pink lips protruding from that blonde curly mop hair, it was beyond beautiful. In my mind I tried to find the words to apologize to her, that I would not rape or hurt her, that I would not tell other guys was I was seeing. The statement would be a concise, reassuring summary of my intentions.
"Ugh, um." Were the actual words I spoke as I stared transfixed like a deer in headlights. I tried to fight against my racing heartbeat, the butterflies in my tummy, the tinkle in my fingertips. I worked my mouth a few times, opening and closing it as nothing came out.
The two of them pulled me back into the bed. I didn't fight them. I didn't even breathe. I gave the silent pray of all inexperienced guys since before time immemorial 'Oh shit, please start breathing' I thought to myself, followed quickly by 'Oh shit, please don't jizz in my pants.'
The three of us lay there in bed. The two of them seemed to be waiting for me to make the next move.
Vi snuggled her head against my chest as I tried to get back out of bed. "You have to feel him. He feels so warm." She gushed as she rubbed her soft hands down my chest. She started squeezing my biceps. Her big breasts sagging down sideways, draw by gravity as she laid on her side. For women, it was likely the most normal thing in the world. For my virgin self, it was new information that women's breasts sagged over if they lay down on their side while not wearing a bra. I had never given it any thought. Vi was tall, a 6' 3" short haired blonde amazon. I was not very good at judging cup size but was enjoying the view of her larger than handful size breasts with the light pink nipples. She started purring as she ran her hand over my bulge. I had masturbated in the shower less than half an hour before. It didn't matter I knew I was not going to last long.
One look and I could tell the two of them had done ecstasy again. They were displaying the normal effects including heightened sensations of touch, as well as acting very chatty and uninhibited. I was still hurting from getting rejected, I felt vulnerable and gross at their touch. As I tried to tell them to stop realized I would burst into tears if I tried to talk.
Brash Becky straddled me. I could feel the heat from her core through the thin material of my pajama bottoms as my erection pressed up against her clean shaven, naked sex. She started poking me hard in the chest "Dumb ass. Do you have any idea how much you scared Luci? Do you even know why she yelled at you? You scared the crap out of her." The tiny, not even five foot, 80 pound Chinese-American lesbian let loose at me, the anger clear in her voice. I knew I should be listening to her but instead was focused on her nose ring, with her matching tits, bellybutton, and clit piercings. She had shaved her hair into an almost buzz clip.