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All characters are 18 years or older.
This story can be read as a stand-alone and is my homage to all of the Strip Poker stories on Literotica I have enjoyed over the years. If you would like to read more about the main characters, please check out
Pushing Buttons
in the First Time category. This story contains elements of anal, exhibitionism, group (mmf and mff), mild reluctance, toys, lesbian, and of course lots of sex.
Austin, Alanna and their housemates play Strip Poker on a rainy day and everyone gets frisky.
Thanks to Antematter for the oversight on my Canadianisms.
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"Austin. Wake up."
It's not that I'm lazy. Sure I've missed a few college classes over the years from sleeping in, but the past two weeks I've been sleeping in more often for a very good reason.
I slowly blinked open my eyes and was quick to sit up when I saw Alanna standing in my bedroom doorway. My best friend since we were kids, we'd been inseparable and ended up as housemates in college. The reason I was sleeping in so much was that two weeks ago Alanna and I started fucking. I'd been in love with her for years, but she had been a gold star lesbian and I had thought she was never interested in me in 'that way.'
Turned out I was very wrong.
Alanna stood in my doorway with a towel around her waist, fresh from the shower. Her thick blonde hair was dark and damp, hanging in ringlets over her bare shoulders; beads of water clinging to her arms and thick, athletic body. Her large breasts were high and proud on her chest, slightly outthrust as she smirked at me, dark pink nipples hard in the open air.
"Morning, beautiful," I said.
Without a word Alanna stepped over to my bed and dropped the towel at her waist, slipping under the covers I held up for her. Naked body pressed into mine, she kissed me firmly, a teasing smile on her lips as she felt my already swollen dick harden next to her thigh.
"I love you." It slipped out.
Alanna blinked and I almost panicked. Practically twenty years as best friends and two weeks as lovers, but neither of us had ever said those words. At least not like that, and not to each other.
What the fuck is wrong with me!?!
I screamed in my head.
That first night together, Alanna had told me she didn't want to see or date other people. It wasn't a 'let's go steady and be exclusive' or even a 'boyfriend/girlfriend' talk; we'd decided to sneak around a bit and not even let our other housemates know because Alanna had said it would be our only chance to do that. Everything
pointed
to us being together, but I might have just royally fucked that up.
Alanna's slightly stunned expression shifted to one of delight and she squeezed us closer together. "I love you too, Butthead." As she kissed me again it felt like my heart was beating a mile a minute in my throat, forced there by a swarm of butterflies taking over my stomach and chest.
She loved me.
"We need to talk about something though."
The heaven I was experiencing came to a crashing halt like a DJ ripping a record track. "Okay," I said slowly, filled with trepidation.
"Austin, I really,
really
love you. You are the only guy in the entire world for me. I want to grow old and have gross ninety-year old sex with you. But there's something you can't give me. The other thing I really love is pussy."
My mind, after two dramatic 180 degree turns from panicked to elated and back, was having a hard time catching up. "So you want to date other girls?"
"No, well not really. I just want to fuck other girls. The only relationship I want is with you."
I was scrambling to try and figure out how I felt about this. On the very physical hand, I mean...
sproinnnggg.
I had always fantasized about Alanna with other girls because she had often described her sapphic pursuits to me. Only recently had I found out she'd been doing that to try and spur me into making a move on her and I was too dumb to do it. My mind was also saying yes; I knew Alanna was bisexual, or lesbian with me as an exception or something, so saying yes to this and keeping her happy was the right and fair thing to do.
Still, my heart was screaming no. Or more appropriately, 'Hell to the no!' I'd finally reconciled the love of my life with reality. Alanna had been through a dozen relationships since coming out as a lesbian in the 10th grade. What were the chances she hooked up with some girl and a cosmic event revealed they were deeper soul mates than we were? What if I lost Alanna right after I finally got her?
"Ok." The answer came from the part of me that was envisioning the sapphic pursuits Alanna used to tell me about. And my penis in the middle of them.
"Ok?" Her eyes had gotten big and her hands were resting on my chest as we lay next to each other. "Do... do you want to have sex with other people too?"
"I've never been that person," I said. "I don't even know if I could. Sure I've fantasized about other girls, but it's always been you."
I'm such a schmuck.
Alanna quirked an eyebrow slightly. "What if I want you to fuck other girls with me?"