Unexpected Desire

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Alina Li

To understand how totally unexpected the event of several months ago was, knowing my history, well my sexual history, is helpful. I am a twenty-four year old lesbian. Well, at least I was a lesbian, but now I’m probably bi. The change in sexual orientation is what this story is about. I learned I was attracted to girls when I first turned sixteen and began exploring the secret world of sex in high school. Earlier, I didn’t think much about the subject, and it wasn’t a topic at home. Some of what I learned was in science class at school. It was as informative and stimulating as watching a bee pollinate a flower. Maybe I just wasn’t interested in learning about the birds and the bees before high school. The light turned on in the upper grades. Many of us clamored to figure out what our bodies were telling us. We were experiencing feelings and thoughts that were totally new. A class in the second semester of our sophomore year offered some specifics on the subject and most of us were eager to know the details. We were given a class on the dangers of unprotected sex including warnings of HIV, AIDS and pregnancy. The class was targeted toward our age group as teachers and parents, became concerned, even panicked, over the idea their kids were sexually active. The high school class was quite explicit. The teacher showed us drawings of the human anatomy, and how an erect penis ejaculates inside a woman’s vagina. The teacher even demonstrated how to roll on a condom, using a banana of course. Some important details were missing leaving us to speculate at the unknown. There are some things you just can’t ask the teacher or your parents. So we were left on our own to discover those things that remained a mystery. My girlfriends and I would occasionally have sleepovers and in high school, they became a great resource. After the sex-ed class that year, we tried to sort out the finer points of having sex, but what we heard were mostly rumors. We of course passed them on as if they were fact. We either burst out laughing or turned scarlet red when imagining having sex with a guy. It was about that time that my best friend showed me a Tumblr site with pictures of men’s cocks. They scared me to death. I wasn’t too sure about them at the art institute during a school field trip, but nearly coming face to face with them terrified me. I thought of them as slimy snakes, and I’m deathly afraid of snakes. As we progressed into our senior year, it was clear that a lot of girls were experimenting with their bodies. I had some friends over for my seventieth birthday, and they were so much more candid talking about sex than anything I had experienced before. Most of us now had a woman’s body and all the parts were more than ripe.  I apparently was the most naive of the group and a late bloomer. They would talk about how horny they were at certain times of the month, and how they fantasized about having sex. One girl, Penny, said she had given her boyfriend a blow job. All the girls wanted to hear every detail. I didn’t even know what she was talking about until she described using her mouth on the boy’s penis. She said, “And you know what, I even gave him deep-throat although he really wasn’t very big.” She said it as if she had tried deep-throating other guys with a bigger anatomy. Penny seemed really really proud of that. I had to find out what she meant by “deep-throat” etimesgut escort and went online to see women sucking huge erections until they disappeared entirely into their mouth and down their throat. Trust me when I say, that scared me even more when thinking about men and their “slimy snakes”. It must have been a month after my birthday sleepover that my best friend, at the time, Madelyn, was joking around during lunch at school. She was telling us about a rumor that Priscilla, one of our friends, was fucking her boyfriend. Neither of us believed it, but we sure wanted to. Madelyn said, “Faith, you don’t talk much about boys. Have you ever had a boyfriend?” I blushed and said, “Not really. Have you?” Her response startled me. “No. I’m more attracted to you, Faith.” “Me?” I answered in a high pitched squeal. “Shush,” she said. “People will hear.” In a hushed voice I said, “Okay, I really never thought about this before, Madelyn. Really, boys scare me to death, especially their snakes.” “Snakes? So that’s what you call them? Funny but they scare me too,” she said. “We should get together.” “Yes we should,” I agreed. And we did. It was during a summer swimming party after our junior year in high school. All of the girls including me wore our sexiest bikinis. After all, we had new bodies to show off. I was one of the lucky ones and had acquired a pair of really robust breasts that nicely filled out my bikini top The boys noticed. So did Madelyn. She whispered in my ear, “The boys are crazy about you, Faith. Are you still afraid of their ‘snakes’?” “I guess so.” “Let’s go to my house. I want to show you something.” “Now?” “Sure. My folks have gone for the weekend.” So we drove to her house. She took me by the hand and lead me to her bedroom. “Let’s take off these wet suits. Anyway, I want to see that body of yours the boys ogle over.” We sat on her bed naked just talking girl talk for awhile. She had a stunning body. Her tits weren’t as large as mine, but they were in total proportion to her hips and waist. She had rosy puffy nipples that made my heart miss a beat. Madelyn was incredibly sexy. She brought up the subject first. “Do you play with yourself, Faith?” “What do you mean?” “You know, pinch your nipples and rub your clit? “No. Do girls do that?” “Let me show you, Faith.” She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. After licking a couple of fingers, she started massaging the little button just above her slit. I watched in amazement as she seemed to drop into a coma uttering moaning sounds while stroking herself. A few moments later, she said, “Faith, now it’s your turn.” She reached over to cup my left breast and started licking then sucking my nipples. It felt like electricity was shooting straight to my vagina. She urged me to touch myself like she had done. Pretty soon I understood what she was moaning about. Then she gently spread my legs and found that little button between my legs, massaging it with her tongue. I could feel the moisture building inside me. My breathing accelerated, and my entire body seemed to shake. When I felt her fingers probing the inside of my vagina, I couldn’t repress my response and shouted, “Do it, do it, deeper.” I was so embarrassed but couldn’t stop myself. This went on for, I don’t know, until I almost fainted. When I was back to near normal, Madelyn said, eryaman escort “Now do the same things for me. Ya know, what I just did for you” I was clumsy at it, but Madelyn seemed to enjoy the attention. Madelyn had said she had several orgasms, and she thought I had one too. I suppose she meant that incredible physical and emotional feeling that happened when I was about to faint. Madelyn went out of the room for a few minutes bringing back a bottle of wine. “Let’s celebrate now that you no longer are a virgin.” I had never had wine before so after one drink, I really felt loopy. “Let me show you something, Faith,” she said while I slowly sipped the wine. Madelyn went to her closet and pulled out a box. In it was a rubber penis. “You’re gonna love this, Faith. Look, when I turn it on it vibrates. This is so much fun when it’s inside you. After you finish your drink, I’ll let you try it.” I put down my glass and said, “Show me how it works.” “There’s not much to it. You just put it in your cunt and go with the flow. Normally you would have to put some lube on it so it goes in easily, but you are already so wet that won’t be necessary.” I knew the word “cunt” but never heard someone say it out loud. It really got me excited. Madelyn said to spread my legs and bend my knees. She would put it in and start it vibrating. The sensations were new and wonderful. She slowly turned up the volume until I was beside myself with lust. At that, Madelyn began sucking on my swollen clit. I had been transported to a different universe. My second and third orgasms came quickly. Now I knew what they were, and they were spectacular. I wanted more. It was easy to find girls who wanted to play during my college years. Even heterosexual girls were willing to give it a try. I had no need for a guy. I had my friends, my lovers, and I had my toys. After college, I began accumulating an eclectic collection of girl toys. I needed them more than ever after college because the crop of girls to fuck was not as easily accessible outside the college campus.  A favorite toy when I am horny and alone is using my gusher, at least that’s what I call it although the label on the box said, “Cum Shot Ejaculating Dildo with Jizz Lube.” Of course the gusher looks like a real cock, and it has the perfect girth and length, not too big, not too small. Anyway, the best part is the simulated cum that gushes out into my pussy at my command, usually when I’m about to have an earth shaking orgasm. The secret is to heat the jizz lube to just above body heat, not too hot, not too cold. When it ejaculates into me, it feels fabulous as it coats my insides with the warm gooey liquid. They say it even smells like semen. There is a LGBT bar two towns over and that’s where I had hung out on the weekends. After awhile, it was just too far away and most of the girls weren’t interesting or they weren’t interested in me. In addition to that, most of my friends had moved or even had gotten married. And that’s what led me to this unexpected chain of events. Okay, so there I was with a job, a car, and an apartment of my own. Life was good, but it could be better if I had a significant other, a woman I could marry. That’s when the announcement arrived in the mail of Josephine’s wedding. She was my college roommate, from Sweden, our senior year and in the United States on sincan escort an equestrian scholarship. She was a very accomplished rider and in the bedroom, accomplished as well. Anyway, although we were lovers, she became more and more infatuated with men. There were many nights she didn’t come back to the dorm while shacking up with one of the guys, and there were many different guys in her college life. There was one guy in particular Josephine adored. His name was Terrell, a black athlete on the football team. They made a beautiful couple, Josephine with ivory skin, blue eyes, and blond hair and Terrell with ebony skin, dark eyes, and black curly hair. It wasn’t long after graduation that Josephine became pregnant with Terrell’s baby. They lived together for awhile, and it seemed they would marry. That’s what made her wedding announcement so surprising. Josephine was not marrying Terrell but his twin brother Marquis. Although I had never met Marquis, I had heard about him. They weren’t identical twins but twins. So, everything was being kept in the family, so to speak. The week before the wedding, Josephine was hosting a bachelorette party at her place. I was invited. The invitation made it clear that all of us were to wear the sluttiest clothes we could find because there would be a male stripper, and we were to be known as the “Bridalsluts”. I was really up for the idea and found an ensemble that only a whore would wear. The shorts I squeezed on were so short half my butt cheeks were showing, and it was so tight it pinched my pussy lips. My top was a thin, see-through V-neck tee cut low to show more than an adequate amount of cleavage. Without a bra, my nipples stood out like headlights on the darkest night. On the evening in question, I drove for an hour and a half to Josephine’s apartment, arriving nearly on time. By the time I parked the car, I was so horny I could have fucked a bedpost. My hormones were all over the place. Dressed like a hooker while I was ovulating turned me into an uncontrollable aroused female. I get that way on my unsafe days but being a dyke, it’s not dangerous. My juices were overflowing when I rang the bell. There was no answer, so I rang again. Finally the door opened, but it wasn’t Josephine. It was a tall muscular black man wearing an unbuttoned shirt and a thong. “Oh sorry,” I gasped in embarrassment. “I must have the wrong apartment.” He smiled suggesting a friendly relaxed manner and said in an amiable voice, “If you are looking for Josephine, you’ve come to the right place. Come on in.” He ushered me into the apartment. When I looked around, no one else was in the room. “Where’s Josephine?” I whispered. “Oh, she’s upstairs. This apartment is way too small for the party, so they moved it upstairs. I’m Marquis.” “Oh, you’re the groom, right?” “Yep, that’s it.” “I’m Faith. Josephine and I used to be roommates in college.” “How about a drink before you go upstairs to join the party?” he offered. I had never met Marquis and was curious about him so I said, “I guess so, but I’m not much of a drinker.” “Well then, I’ll get you a light glass of wine.” I tried not to stare, but the only thing covering his lower body was a patch of cloth over his cock and balls. He walked into the kitchen and as he turned away from me, I saw the most magnificent muscular tight ass only seen in museums on Greek sculptures. He had chosen a rosé wine that seemed innocent enough but the glass was nearly full, a little more than I could handle. Oh well, I thought, it’s party time. Marquis was witty, honest, and sincere while we talked and sipped the wine. He talked about Josephine and even a little about Terrell’s baby.

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