There were five of us in the room, each of us sexy in their own way. Some of us had large breasts, some of us smaller. One of the girls had hardly any at all, and she was the sexiest one there.
Maybe because she was naked on the couch having her pussy eaten. Her name was Tara, and she was pulling the other girl into her perfectly trimmed mound and thrusting at her mouth hard. She grunted and rubbed her nipples, rushing towards her orgasm.
I had already flung my black thongs into to the corner and was reclining against a chair, gently rubbing my own pussy that was wet with anticipation. None of us had prepared for this; a slumber party at Ashley's and Truth or Dare.
Having her pussy eaten was Tara's dare. The lucky girl eating it was a volunteer. I saw her slip a few fingers in Tara's pussy and begin thrusting. Tara moaned her encouragement. I reached down and rubbed my clit, spreading my lips wide and dipping into my pussy. Marie, the only girl who had yet to take her panties off was watching so I turned my pussy towards her and kept at it.
I couldn't take her looking at me anymore and I crawled to her, reaching out and grabbing her white cotton panties and β
Rrrringgg!
Dammit! I lost my concentration!
I let the machine answer the phone and got up from my bed and wandered into the office, intent on finding something sultry so that I don't have to think.
Too bad I'm so damn picky.
It needs to be perfect.
Not too over done, not too clichΓ©.
It's not often that I browse the selections, looking for credible submissions to inspire me, and when I do, my search often becomes a quest or a crusade to find that perfect storyteller, the one who gives me the original images that fill up my head, makes we want to...
The weather is deteriorating and I ignore the predictions of increasing thunderstorm intensity and log on to start my search β from the index I choose Lesbian Sex. My favorite.
A thousand titles with the lesbian buzzwords of "High School" and "Sorority." Or the popular "first-time." A few "stewardess'," a couple "mom's" and "mother's," even a "sisters." Most of the titles have proper names in them, most of those names ending in the letter 'A' in an attempt to sound seductive and sexy like "Talia's Sultry Weekend" or "Anna Becomes a Slave."
Most involve a chance encounter, an innocent brush that leads to exploration and discovery. Or the two friends who dare each other and then realize that they've had a crush on each other their whole lives. I also like the seduction plot, the younger, innocent girl being taken advantage of by the more experienced lesbian (often bisexual) and then discovering that she liked it. Masturbation is a common instigator, too. Either the protagonist walks in on someone, is walked in on, or is aroused by secretly witnessing someone, etc.
Not without merit, but typical. I'm getting more aroused and want it bad and in my desperation, I let the website's story spinner choose one for me at random and I hope.
"Weekend of Desire." I hit the back button on my browser and start over. I read the title:
"A Vampire's Forgotten Lust."
Gothic is good and perfect for a gloomy night like tonight. I read on:
Her hair was like midnight, burning thin black lines across her pale undead flesh. Her breasts hung gently, their small size like the distant moon gleaming in the twilight of ancient rhythms.
What? I continue, much to my own dismay.
She steps out of the shadow that was partially obscuring her and I see her in all her ethereal glory. Her skin is like porcelain and bears no imperfection, except for the occasional blue vein that shows through. Her form is not even disrupted by the expected dark triangle of nether-hair, helpful to point the way to the sweet salvation of my insatiable lust. I look closer and her mons almost sways as she walks toward me, it glistens with anticipation of the fated union with my own gate of desire.
That's it. I press the back button and start my search over. I think I'll look without the computer helping. I sample a few others, turning them down for gross mutilations of the human language and the use of such non-sexy words as "cunny", "slash", and "sex." Talk about an irrational pet peeve. I actually read this sentence: "
She moved her hand down and began to rub my sex
." That almost killed my quest right there, but my own pleasure-seeking fervor was stronger than any grammatical error.
I search again.
"Jenna and Salina: More than friends?" Next.
"Barbara at the Beach." No.
"Lessons." Could be something here. Then I see the author's login name is
JimmysGiantDong.
Nothing worse than a guy trying to describe what two women do to each other while having sex. It is certainly within the realm of possibility that a man can have that type of understanding, but I would like more than the textual description of the last porno flick this guy saw.
I search again, eventually selecting "My First Day in College" because I need to; my body is demanding it. If there is a clichΓ© that is guaranteed to make my day, it's the innocent realism of collegiate life in the dorm rooms, and the ever-present girl-talk-in-panties scene. I make myself comfortable and set my mouse to auto-scroll so I can enjoy the benefit of both hands.
The story begins:
State University is a busy place. The campus is teaming