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Pam entered the club knowing little about it. She wanted a change in her routine and had heard it was a lively place. But as soon as her eyes got used to the dark she saw her. Linda. Pam froze. Her heart almost stopped. The one person in the universe she had been trying to avoid. Did Linda see her?
Pam and Linda has been in college together. They shared the same dorm and lived just a few doors apart. Both had similar ideas about life, about going to law school, and similar dreams. They talked constantly, often studied together and called and considered the other their BFF. But there was a stumbling block that only allowed them they only to take their friendship so far.
The problem was that Pam's most frequent dream involved Linda. Pam had noticed the sexy girl in several of her classes, but at first she was afraid to talk with her, or even to look at her. Because looking led to staring, and staring at Linda always made Pam weak in the knees. When she talked with Linda, Pam would avert her eyes somewhat and only discuss their classes because anything else took Pam into the realm of uncontrollable fantasy that inevitably led to self-pleasure. Often Pam would lay in bed after a night of study (especially studying with Linda) or after seeing Linda and an array of different guys getting together at a club or a party. Always Pam would pleasure herself thinking about Linda.
Pam would lay in her bed waiting for her roommate to fall asleep. She would then slip her hand under the thin blanket and down inside the white simple panties that covered her mons. Pam's mind would wander as she stroked her swelling clit with her finger tips, thinking of that so very sexy woman. Wishing she had the courage to approach Linda honestly and candidly, and say how she felt about her. But Linda was clearly straight, so Pam lived in her fantasy world.
Pam spent countless nights dreaming of what Linda's lips and tongue would feel like dancing along her womanly folds.
Pam had told no one at college she was attracted to girls, but instead dated girls in a nearby city. She also casually dated a variety of guys, often comparing notes with Linda on the guys they dated. But even though they had been BFFs for years, Pam never told Linda how she felt about her. Finally graduation came and Pam heard the announcer's voice say Linda's name along with hers. Pam accepted her diploma, certain she would never see Linda again.
But there she was. It was dark in the club so Pam didn't try very hard to control her hand, which dropped and, through her clothing, discretely (she hoped!) caressed the folds of her swelled pussy lips. Standing with her legs opened slightly Pam began to dream of what life would be if she were with Linda, if only, back in the day.....
Then Linda saw Pam - and came over! Pam quickly stopped rubbing on herself and embraced Linda. "It's wonderful to see you! Has it been three months since graduation?"
Linda squealed with excitement and hugged Pam back. Pam felt their breasts touch and thought to herself that she had just gotten more physical contact with Linda than she had during all of college. Pam told herself that, no matter what happened in the club, she was going to masturbate to thoughts of Linda's breasts tonight.
They sat together at a table and updated the other about their last three months. They talked for hours about dozens of topics. The two BFFs easily resumed their relationship as if it had not been interrupted by graduation.
Linda told Pam how she had just gotten engaged to Tom, the boy she had been dating her senior year. She said she had been about to call Linda and ask her to be her Maid of Honor. Pam congratulated Linda and accepted.
But, surprisingly, it was Pam's news that dominated their conversation. Pam told Linda how she had come out of the closet immediately after college graduation. Linda immediately abandoned all discussion of her wedding plans and asked countless questions that involved Pam's love life and sexual orientation.
Finally Linda paused, finished her drink and said that she had an important question to ask Pam. Her sex life with Tom has grown stale and boring, and it had seriously affected their relationship. Recently Tom had started pressuring Linda to have sex with another woman while he watched, or to bring another woman into their bed. It was all for his viewing pleasure and – he said – to spice up their sex life. Linda had been resisting, strongly resisting, but Tom had been threatening to break off their engagement if she didn't comply.
Linda wasn't sure she could stay together with Tom because his control over sexual matters was becoming more and more typical of how he treated her generally. He had been getting increasingly selfish, bossy and neglectful. But she wanted to do everything possible to salvage their relationship. After repeated arguments with Tom she finally agreed to his sexual wishes. So she screwed up her courage and resolved to find a girl to share with Tom. And now that she knew her best friend was a lesbian....
Pam stared at Linda, her soft tongue sliding along her bottom lip as Linda told Pam about her rocky engagement. But between Pam's legs her pussy grew wetter by the minute, almost to the point of soaking the mini black thong she had put on that day.
After Linda finished Pam reach out her hand, touching Linda's, and in a soft voice, almost a whisper, asked Linda whether she was allowing Tom to force her into something she didn't want to do. And whether Linda had ever, on her own, thought about making love with another woman. "If you don't want to, please don't let him force you. And there's something else ... I can't quite express it – but I think it's very strange he expects you to find the girl. You don't even want to do it. I would have thought he would do the finding and then tell you that you have to fuck her...And to threaten not to marry you if you don't fuck the girl in front of him...OMG!"
Linda paused, and then replied: "Is he forcing me? Yes. He certainly is. And I too thought that since he's insisting on it, he should get the girl for us to have sex with. Isn't picking up girls... the guy's role? But he kept insisting that I had to find her because it should be someone that I like. He said he'll happily watch me fuck any girl I find. But I think what's really going on is that he's either being really lazy, or he's chicken. Maybe he's afraid he won't be able to find a girl, that every girl will reject him, so he's making me do it....Also, recently he's become more and more of a control freak – both sexually and in general. Maybe it's just another example of him ordering me around?"
"I've thought long and hard about breaking up with him over this, but then decided to give our relationship, our forthcoming marriage, one last try. And, to be honest, I've sometimes wondered what it would be like. Girls are ... pretty. Really pretty. Like you. And soft, sweet and gentle, and I like girls' hair.... your hair. I once kissed another girl on a dare, in a bar, and that was really nice. Better than kissing a guy, maybe. But I'm also... a bit scared, and I sure don't know how far I'd want to go...."
Pam heart started beating faster and faster. At that moment Pam knew that she had a chance! A chance! Of making love with the girl of her dreams. And maybe even more. While she sure didn't want to push Linda, she also didn't want to pass up what could be a once in a lifetime opportunity. The possibility of making love with this incredible woman. Her college crush. The woman who to this day was her source of endless nights of self-pleasure. Of endless dreams. Of unrequited love. She had to try. She decided to be honest and candid (a least concerning her sexual feelings towards Linda. Her emotions would have to wait).
Pam looked intensely at Linda. Still touching her hand, Pam squeezed and smiled. "Linda - I'd love to be the one. I promise we'll go slowly, and only as far as you like. If you want to stop after just one kiss, that's OK. But I'd be honored if you decide to go further. And if I may be frank with you Linda... I've been with a number of girls. For six of them, well, they were girl virgins. All six loved it. None were grossed out even a little bit. None told me to stop. All 6... came. In fact, all 6 came like crazy, multiple times. They all were happy we had made love. Really, really happy afterwards."
