Chapter 1
My name is Dee. That is my real name, but coincidentally, yes, I do have a set of D's, actually they are 36DDs. When I first started working at my present company, a computer company, they would call me Dee. Over time, my female friends started to call me Dee Dee, to sort of tease me. Then the guys picked up on that and they started to call me Double Dee. Oh well, I let them look and tease, but they know I'd scratch their eyes out if they did more than leer.
Am I a lez? I'd say no, hey I plumb dick when I am in the mood. I just don't go out of my way for cock. But when I see an attractive woman, if the chemistry seems right...mmmm...things just start to click and a warm tingling feeling seeps through me.
There was a new employee at work, a young woman who I became friends with. Her name is Susan. She is slender, medium height, light color below-the-shoulders hair, almost coltish in her youthful movements. I admit I was attracted to her, but I wasn't as obvious as the guys. You could see them tent up the minute she walked by, trailed by a hint of flowery perfume. I would just smile and be friendly when we passed each other in the hall. Since she didn't have any friends at work or for that matter in this new-to-her town, we started to chitchat. Soon after we started to have lunch together every couple or three days. Still, it was just banter and girl talk, nothing even remotely flirty.
She eventually confided she was lonely, told me that she had had a steady guy in college but that they broke apart when they both graduated. He lived far away now. She also said that she was trying to strike a relationship with a handsome young co-worker, Ted, who had just moved into an apartment in her same complex. Since our company's main office was in a remote part of town, many of us, including Susan and myself, lived in the one of the several nearby apartment complexes.
One day I asked her if she also missed the intimacy of her former relationship. She looked me straight in the eye and said, "If you are asking if I get horny, of course I do." And we left that at that.
A few days later, she came in, with that look of, have I got news for you!
"Dee," she whispered excitedly, "I am going out on my first date with Ted tonight!" I was taken aback, both being very envious of Ted getting to date her and having to show Susan my false happiness over the news. I hugged her, giving her perhaps an overly generous dose of my twin D's, and I said I hoped she would have a great time tonight.
Chapter 2
It was late that night when the knock came on my door. I was wearing a long, flowing, sheer nightgown with a plunging neckline, so I was careful about opening the door. I really need to install one of those peepholes! Anyways, I open it a crack, and there is Susan, looking a bit disheveled and with eyes red from crying. Even like this, she was very pretty, and fragile looking.
"What is the matter?" I asked as I swung open the door.
"Dee, Ted was all hands tonight, and when I finally said no means no, he went berserk and practically tried to rape me!" Then, she fell into my arms, sobbing. I took her into my apartment. We stood there and I held her for a long time, gently stroking her hair, and saying soft, soothing words to calm her down. Our bodies moved together slowly, almost like slow dancing, but even slower. Although I wasn't trying to show it, holding her was turning me on, and I could feel my nipples harden. Through the silky material of the nightgown, she had to notice them pressing into her own chest, but thankfully she didn't say a word.
Finally, she stopped crying. I pulled a Kleenex from the box and dabbed her face dry. Then, I held her face in both my hands, and said, "Susan, it's over and you survived. You did the right thing to get away. You're going to be OK, kid, you're going to make it. Tomorrow, we'll both go over to Ted and kick his ass." She giggled at that last comment.
She looked back at me in the eye, her eyes still shiny from her tears, and said, "Thank you, Dee, for being here for me."
I don't know what came over me but that instant, as she said those words, with her vulnerable face held tightly in my hands, I couldn't resist. I leaned in and kissed her lips, not a sisterly kiss, but one that while gentle was overtly sexual. And when she started to kiss back, our kiss became more urgent. I could feel her move into me, her pussy pressing against my thigh, and mine against her thigh, like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together. I wrapped my arms around her, took her into me. We broke the kiss and she hugged me even tighter, and we rubbed against each other with a terrible urgency. Finally, I felt an orgasm surge through her, and then that limpness, that floating that comes with such moments.
Quietly, she said, "Oh, Dee, I am sooooo sorry, I don't know what came over me. I'm not....well... I'm not attracted to women...I'm not a lesbian. I don't know what you must think of me!" She was blushing now.
I held her tight and whispered back, "Don't worry, Susan, it just felt good, it was the moment that caught us, this doesn't mean we're two dykes!" I could feel her arch back at the sound of that harsh word, then she relaxed. She was happy I seemed to understand.
She broke our hug and she said, "Good night, good friend!" And then she disappeared into the darkness. Was I ever to see her like this, sexually, I mean, again? What would I say to her at work? It seemed like I would never find out because the next day I learned that she had quit her job and had left before I arrived.
Chapter 3
It was three weeks later, I was again awakened by another late night knock on the door. It was Susan! I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, and told her to come in. Once inside, she placed her hands on my shoulder, as if to keep me at arms length.
"I know I have been gone for a while, and you must have wondered what happened. I can't explain everything, but a big part of it was, well, feeling so mixed up about what happened last time. I am
not
gay. But, I have been thinking. I want to cum like that, like that night with you, again. It felt incredible, more intense than any man has done for me. I will admit it was also...exciting," she said.
"Please, will you do that again for me, make me cum, I mean?" Her face was flushed with embarrassment, embarrassment that her own sex made her feel so good, but her voice was soft and filled with urgent desire.