I had always known that my tastes were quite different. In high school, when hormones are like monsters crashing through your body, I couldn't quite understand what was happening to me. The scent of boys drove me crazy, and I watched them as they played shirtless on the field. And when they wore their loose fitting shorts, I could see what swung between their legs. But then, when changing in the locker room, I found myself also grow slick between my thighs as I watched my fellow classmates change. Soft, pert breasts. Pleasing curves. I was so afraid of this I often sat out of gym.
But soon, thanks to some online research, I was able to cope with my feelings. Although, I still haven't revealed to anyone yet that I am bisexual. I've had sex only a handful of times, and only with men. But my greatest fantasy is having sex with a woman. I want to cup her breasts, squeeze them. I want to suckle her nipple, tease it with my teeth.
Even thinking about it now, I slide my hand down my body, slipping my finger under the elastic of my skirt and panties. My other hand clasping my breast. I imagine the soft, curvy body laid out before me, legs open. I can smell her dark musk, taste it as I lathe my tongue across her pink folds. I cum, my fingers working feverishly, as I imagine her long, anguished cry as I deliver her to ecstasy with my mouth.
I'm a college student now, perhaps I'll be able to get my chance. Isn't that one of the stereotypes for college? Experimentation?
I have a friend I can't help but keep thinking of, Melody. She's so lovely to look at, although she can sometimes be a bit hard to get along with. She has long, curly red hair. Pale skin. Soft, supple curves. I've been able to shower with her a few times, and every time I see her naked I am breathless. And every time I have to go straight back to my room and use every toy I have to find relief from my lust for her. Oh, how I long to touch Melody, taste her skin, hear her soft moans.
It doesn't take much to make me horny these days. Despite how shy I am, I am surprised by how easy it is to ask for a favor here and there. Although, to ask it from another girl still comes hard. But if I go up to a boy during a party, I normally get what I ask for. A good, quick, hard pounding is good for the soul every so often. A good hard dick, thrusting up into my pussy, making me cum with girlish glee, is enough sometimes to keep my hunger in check.
But when I see Melody, it all comes flooding back.
One day, I went to a party with Melody and I thought perhaps I could screw up enough courage to approach her. But when we got there, she began hanging all over her new boyfriend. Slightly heart broken I went off on my own, hanging about with all the other wallflowers.
It was there I met Ellie, a spunky girl with cropped hair dyed pink. She was cute, a round face with freckles, and a plump soft body. She looked like a sweet desert. Before I knew it, Ellie and I were kissing. My first make-out session with a girl, I was never happier. Not much happened after that, but Ellie and I became close friends.
A few weeks later, Ellie did confess to me she was a lesbian, and she became the first to know I was bisexual. We became closer, and a day or two later she invited me to her place, a small apartment off campus. There, she showed me how girls could fuck. I'd never cum so hard or so much in my life.
First, Ellie took me into her room where she undressed me, slowly savoring me as I removed all my clothes before her. She laid me back and hitched up my legs, opening me up to her so she could taste me. He tongue was both hot and cold, and she knew every way to make me cry out.
Ellie and I didn't want to become anything serious, so we agreed on a fuck-buddy system. Every time we did fuck, Ellie showed me something different. Toys, positions, how to use my fingers. I couldn't believe my luck.
"So, are there any girls you like April?" Ellie asked me one day.
I nodded. "Uhm...yes actually. Melody Keiler."
Ellie giggled. "The bitchy red-head? Really?"
"Well...there's just something about her. Anytime I'm around her I just...I can't help it. I just get so hot around her."
Ellie sighed. "I remember that feeling. I had a girl back in my old school who did that to me."
"I just...don't know how to bring it up."
"One day." Ellie sighed. "One day."
About a month later, that day came. I was going back to the science lab to get my bag, classes had already been out for a good while and I didn't expect anyone to be there. But when I went to passed the professor's office I heard someone inside. Peeking in through the windows that separated it from the classroom I saw the professor sitting there, a girl between his legs, her head bobbing up and down with his cock in her pretty mouth.
"Shit," I whispered.
"Shit!" The professor echoed me and I ducked down. "You give the best fucking head." The professor seethed.
The girl giggled in delight.
I looked back up, spying on the scene. Licking my lips, I felt a little turned on. The science professor wasn't all that bad looking, and the girl sucking him off was touching herself, her pretty fingers slicking in and out of her dripping pussy. I rub the blade of my fingers against my own twat, finding some relief from the ache.
The girl raises her head and smiles. "You can't go just yet, professor." The girl stands and turns, sitting in his lap. "We need to have a little more fun."
I stare, horrified and elated. It was Melody, getting ready to fuck the professor.
"You don't need to go this far." The professor laughed, holding his saliva covered cock, guiding it towards Melody's wanton cunt. "The blowjob would of covered you."
"Extra credit." Melody moaned as she sat down, the professor's dick disappearing inside her.
I reach for my phone and take several snap shots. Melody bouncing happily in the professor's lap, her wanton face enjoying ever moment of it. I then turn on the video camera, propping it up to capture the whole thing while I try to bring about my own orgasm. I watch Melody, only her, as she lets the professor fuck her. Her breasts swaying, her hair falling over her like a curtain. And her pussy...so soft and pink, flowing with nectar.
"Cum for me Melody." I whisper to myself. "Oh shit..." My fingers are working deftly, trying to find my own relief.
"Your cock feels so good!" Melody gasps.
"I'm going to cum!" The professor quakes.
Melody giggles, throwing her head back as the professor cums inside her. That's when I leave, quickly taking my phone and rushing out of the lab without looking back.
In my room, I look back through the photos and watch the video over and over, making myself cum to Melody. But that is when I get an idea. Melody has a boyfriend she claims she is very serious about. Not only that, she has a reputation for being very faithful to him, almost a prude like status too. She'd do anything to keep her name clean. Licking my lips, I begin to formulate a plan.
Over the new few weeks I slowly begin to start making Melody come to me. First, I buy a prepaid cell phone and I send Melody the photos of her and the science professor together. I can see the panic on her face. I always make sure I'm near her when she receives the message.
I also send her texts, vividly describing the scene I had witnessed. Telling her how her face looked enjoying the cock of the professor as he slammed into her. I described how her breasts swayed, how she laughed in pleasure.
Always, always, she read them, staring at her phone for so long before closing it shut and leaving what she had been doing. She never responded back to any of them.
After two weeks of that torture I begin sending her clips of the video I took. Just small enough to tell who it was in the video and what they were doing. It was while I was doing this I sent her a package. Inside was a remote-controlled egg vibrator, to which I had the remote, and a note explicitly telling her what to do and why.
Melody,
I know what you're doing. If you don't want the rest of the world to know, I am going to need you to keep this egg charged, and wear it inside you at all times. Should you not do as I have asked, I will send the video of you in its entirety to your boyfriend, your family, and to members of the school board.
The day after she received my gift, as I sat behind her in class. I took her drink bottle, adding into it a few splashes of a special female mood boosting herb, sure to make her as horny as a dog in heat. She took a few sips of it before class started. Perfect.
As class began I began to notice her shifting, feeling the egg inside her along with her own growing arousal. When I noticed her kneading her hand between her knees I turned the dial up.
