This story contains contents of the gray area between fantasy and rape. If that is something that bothers you please do not read it. Thoughtful comments, both pro and con, are welcomed. What, if any portions of this story are true are left to the reader to ponder.
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Heidi was a pretty woman by any measure, yet not stunning in any way. She was more at home in jeans and a T-shirt than anything else, and her brown, straight, shoulder-length hair was usually in a low-maintenance ponytail or back in a headband. If she had a leisurely weekend, she might not shower or wear a bra for 48 hours, and she was more apt to smell of pot and cheap beer than of perfume. She was a student-athlete with a purposeful body. Her breasts were small, and she was very firm. Her ass was perhaps a bit too large for her frame, but that was owing to all the running she did, not because of any fat on her physique. In fact she was lean, and had six-packs abs before there was such a term. She was also a gifted student who thought nothing of being one of the few females in the O-Chem class, yet setting the curve. She was a bigger fan of Jane Austen than of fashion magazines, and while half the girls on campus were dressed as Madonna or Cyndi Lauper, Heidi seemed to have found her kitschy wardrobe in thrift stores (even though she came from a well-to-do family,) and she dressed more like a cast member from the musical Hair than like the women you saw in MTV videos at that time.
While in college, in the mid 1980's, I dated a woman who was amazingly open when it came to exploring all of her sexual boundaries. For the purposes of this story, I will refer to myself as Chuck, since that is what I am called, and I will refer to her as Heidi, since I always felt she looked more like a Heidi than she looked like a woman with her actual given name. Heidi was mentally balanced and as far as I was ever able to determine; she had nothing in her history which would have explained her sexually adventurism. (In later years I discovered that most women who were sexually crazy usually came with a heavy set of emotional baggage which usually was not worth the extra baggage fees.)
I met Heidi late in my junior year (She was a sophomore) in an anthropology course. It took me a few weeks to ask her out on a date - in the ruse of a study session. We hit it off well, and we went to bed on our fourth study date. I was surprised to learn Heidi had only been with two men before me: one in high school and one her freshman year at University. She had lost her virginity at age 17: moderation personified. It was perhaps a few weeks later when I got my first inkling that Heidi was a bit twisted...or perhaps better put: open-minded. Out of the blue, she asked me how often I masturbated. At first I told her I never did. She laughed in my face in a good-natured way. After I admitted to pleasuring myself on a fairly regular basis, she asked if I had ever masturbated with a girl. I honestly admitted that I had not, nor had the idea of asking a girl to engage in such private behavior as a group activity ever crossed my mind. Of course I then asked her if she had ever masturbated with a male. She said, no, but indicated the idea appealed to her.
I expressed my shock, and jokingly told her, she was free to do so in front of me if she ever got the itch...so to speak. Her jeans were off in about ten seconds! I am quite sure I was more embarrassed as a spectator, than she was as the star of the show. She vigorously fingered her clitoris, and slipped two (and then three) fingers from her other hand into her soaking wet pussy: it made the most devilishly delicious sound. My face must have been a mere foot from the action as she came, but I had the feeling she was unaware of my presence.
It was not long before masturbating together became a regular part of our routine in bed. On nights when I failed to get her off, the burden of failure was quickly erased when Heidi would simple finish off a job that is sometimes best left to the owner of the equipment.
Heidi had not experienced a wide variety of sexual activities, but each new thing we talked about had to be tried out. In the course of the first four months we dated we were quite experimental: those experiments ending with a wide variety of success and failure.
I fondly recall our effort to attempt anal sex - using baby oil as a lubricant. It was not to her liking, yet she insisted on endured it long enough to allow me to come in her ass. One tipsy night in the shower we even peed on each other's legs; that was also an experiment we both only engaged in once. We tried sixty-nining, but found we would lose focus on either the giving or receiving end. One activity we both found we enjoyed was when I would come on her face. I assumed she might find it degrading, yet she always encouraged me when I pulled out of her before coming. I assumed no man could postpone his orgasm very long when the woman he adored would say, "Oh yes, Baby, come on my face." Heidi would shut her brown eyes tightly, and I could enjoy the sight of thick lines of come covering her pretty face. She would giggle as I raced to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean her up. One night, after I had emptied a particularly large load of come onto her face, and I was in the bathroom warming up the water for the washcloth, she said, "Oh my God, you came a lot, didn't you? I must look like a glazed donut."
I could not deny her claim as I gently cleaned up my handy work.
Surprisingly, Heidi was not interested in sex around the time of her period, but she was an eager provider of exquisitely administered blowjobs. So, once a month, I would experience a 72 hour period (pardon the pun) where I would get blown nightly. The rest of the month Heidi adored receiving oral sex too. Her most unique sexual trait may have been that she was not a stickler for having to come straight from the shower in order to enjoy being eaten. I was just as apt to get to eat her after a soccer match as I was right after she got out of a bath or shower. Thus her pussy usually tasted more of sweat, desire, and fresh mown soccer field than it did like soap. (In the years after Heidi, I seldom recall getting to taste a woman who actually tasted like a sexually excited woman does.)
We also talked about our mutual friends we found attractive. She seemed to exhibit no jealousy when I told her I thought one of her soccer teammates (Who happened to have enormous breasts) was appealing to me. It was not without surprise when she told me she found my friend, Dirk, to be sexy. He was a foreign exchange student from Germany, and was a tennis player. He had masculine good looks and was an imposing figure of a man at well over six feet tall. He was lithe and lean, just like Heidi...although almost a foot taller than her.
Anyway, Heidi and I continued our satisfying sex life for well into my senior year. I don't think we had sex any more than other college age couples, but we always had fun, and frequently laughed as we played in bed.
One night when we were high, and talking about sex, her answer sort of caught me off guard when we began discussing sexual fantasies which we had not yet experienced. I had mentioned the idea of having two women at once. That, being a universal fantasy for all men, did not shock Heidi in the least. She, however, shocked the hell out of me when she said she had a rape fantasy. At first I assumed she was joking or testing out my reaction. I honestly told her that fantasy was not one I shared, and I thought she was a bit deranged to hold such a view on the matter.
I had to give her credit for her candor, however, when she adamantly stuck to her fantasy. Heidi had so openly indulged in all of my fantasies, that I had to find out more. "You really want to be raped? Isn't that sorta sick?"
"Not by some sicko in an alley. But the idea of a sexy guy coming in and just taking me is kinda hot."
"You want me to...ah...well, you know, someday?"
Heidi hesitated for the first time in my memory as she responded to a sexual question. "If you want to, yes."
"Do you want to plan it, or should I just surprise you?"
"Surprise me. And don't be nice about it. Make it feel real."
"What if you don't like it? Shouldn't you have a 'safe'word'?"
"I suppose so. How about 'soccer ball'?" She paused briefly. "And if I can't talk, then two taps on your arm or shoulder means 'stop'."
"If you can't talk? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I want to be able to scream and fight. I wouldn't want the neighbors to call the cops" She laughed when I still did not understand. "I might need to be gagged."
"I get it now." I changed the subject as quickly as I could.
I did not bring up the subject again with Heidi, but I began to put into effect a scheme over the course of the next few months.
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My friend Chuck and I were drinking a few beers one night after attending a party. I was scheduled to end my year abroad and head home to Germany in a few weeks.
"I'm gonna miss you, Dirk. Did you have a good time here this year?"
"The best. I'll miss America, and you and Heidi of course. She's a great girl." Chuck had shared more than a few stories about his girlfriend. I would never have guessed her to be the kind of girl who was as wild as Chuck assured me she was.
"I think Heidi will miss you too. She once told me if she could sleep with any of my friends, it would be you."
"Really? That's flattering. I wish you'd told me sooner than two weeks before I'm leaving. I'd have tried my luck." I laughed.
