My friend, Rob dropped out of school, and moved in with his girlfriend…
Straight Guy/Lesbian
I didn’t want to say anything, because I didn’t know how he’d take it, but I was pretty much in love with him. Which sucked, when he stopped hanging around. He was pretty busy, what with work, going to get his G.E.D. at the community college, and dating of course, but we kinda kept in touch over social media.
They made him take down a picture he posted, called [Just settling in.] Smiling for the camera, in bed, he held the phone up, and looked so happy. It broke my heart a little, she had the blanket up to cover her nipples, but he didn’t. Holding the phone out like that, one side was stretched up, raising his nipple behind her, and he had tan-lines from a tank top he wore.
I pretty much had it memorized, before they took it down. For a violation of the terms of service, but it wasn’t his nipple, nor even the fact that they’re obviously naked, and probably just had sex. My best guess is, they had a problem with the sex toy, or the fact that he was 17, and had his birthday on his profile. Spooning on their sides, with her hip backed up in his lap, so he had to hold his phone up over her shoulder.
Over his shoulder, behind his head, there was a dildo, in a rubber, still attached to the straps of some kind of harness. Yeah, real subtle, Rob. Like going to school, in real tight jeans. He always wore the tightest jeans, they never really fit, but it wasn’t his package up front that everyone talked about.
Especially the girls, I heard it from my little sister, when she was a freshman. Apparently, all the girls talked about him, having the nicest ass in school. I noticed he wore such tight jeans, but I was struggling with my sexuality, my feelings for him, and of course the social standards of high school. It was “Gay,” if you asked the other guys. In the locker room, they talked behind his back. “He must be gay to walk around like that all the time.”
“No,” I stood up for him, “Haven’t you heard, what the girls are saying? He’s got the nicest ass in school.” Which was a mistake, because that made me gay, at least to them. “He’s not gay, he does it for the girls.”
“Well, how come we never see him with his girlfriend?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?”
“Yeah, he’s always hanging around with other guys.”
“Yeah, like you guys standing around.” I ran for the locker room door, before I finished saying, ” Talking about my friend’s ass.” Implying that they were the ones, who’re at least bicurious, or interested in Rob’s ass. Even though I knew it wasn’t true, or at least I hoped that they wouldn’t ask him about it. I couldn’t get the thought out of my head, and they were dressing out for gym class.
So, I started whacking off, and thinking about them, gangbanging him. Taking turns in the showers, lined up to pull out, and cum all over his back so it ran down the crack of his ass, leaving it wet, and slippery for the next one. Holding onto his sides, so his nipples slipped between their fingers, while they took turns pumping his ass full of cum. I don’t even know if I’m bisexual, per se. I’m not really attracted to other boys, or men. Just my best friend Rob, because he had the nicest ass, and he liked to show it off.
Then, I saw the strapon. Kind of out of focus, and blurry, but still let’s be honest. You could still tell exactly what it was, and even see that it still had a rubber on it. So, if it wasn’t just used to give him that satisfied grin, then it was about to. Ready to strap on, bend him over, and nail him. Hard? I don’t even know, honestly I hadn’t even watched that much gay porn before, because I was kind of afraid to.
After that, I looked some up, with the keywords [Strapon, and Bisexual] Those still took me to the Gay side of Xvideos, and XNXX. Pornohub, it turns out doesn’t even have a gay side, or another for transexuals, but it wasn’t him. Even without his face in the picture, I could tell it wasn’t his ass. I pretty much just had to close my eyes, and remember thinking.
Well, if he didn’t want you looking, he wouldn’t wear such tight jeans all the time. Well, that’s the kind of thing a rapist says about his victims, if they’re girls. Look at what she was wearing. She was drunk, so she obviously wanted it, but guys. Okay, not just guys, but Rob told me himself, “Yeah.” It’s for the girls to look at, his ass. I just figured if he was really interested, he’d make a move on me. Try to kiss me, when he never did.
I told him what they said in P.E. so he started hanging out with a girl, or girls all the time. It’s stupid, to think that someone might be gay, because they have male friends. I mean, turn that whole argument around, none of those guys had girlfriends, and me neither. At least that I knew of, but they were standing around, half naked as if to prove they weren’t gay, because they didn’t get boners.
I don’t know, I never really got to know those guys, or hung out with them. They were just some random guys, I happened to be in P.E. with, but chances are at least one of them was gay, or bicurious. Probably whoever put them up to confront me, about being friends with Rob.
Just in case that ment I was gay, because how do you find another gay boy in high school, when everyone is closeted?
Not the girls, of course. Officially, we weren’t supposed to even talk about sex, before marriage. Abstinence Only was the official stance, but unofficially? If you’re a bisexual girl, you could tell anyone, and everyone that might hold still long enough to listen. We even had lesbian couples, again not officially, but come on. Everyone knew they’re dating, when they broke up, they kinda shuffled girlfriends around, but there was this one named Parker.
First of all, her parents name her Parker. As a first name, a girl named Parker. So, even if she didn’t turn out gay, people were sure to at least get that idea, and talk about it, behind her back. Then, on top of it, she acted like a boy, took shop class, drove her beat-up Porsche around to the garage door, and worked on it. Then came out to the lunch room covered in grease, and blue overalls, with a shop towel hanging out of her pocket, to wipe her hands on.
She bought a 1992 Porsche 928, with a 5.4L V8, and bragged about it, to the guys. When she could get it running, “Why do you think I’m taking shop? They have a lift to cradle my baby.” She cradled her arms, as if holding a baby up to her breasts, “And take care of her.” Nobody hit on her, because. Well look at her, and she had excuses lined up for everything. She cut her hair so short because she didn’t want to get it caught in the serp belt.
Right, well she had the hottest car in school, and every bi-curious girl lined up for a ride after school. She cut her fingernails so short so they didn’t get grease stuck under them too, right? Right.
Well, she hung out with the guys after school, to talk cars, and the guys called her “Porker” behind her back until she started bragging, like one of the guys. “Why do you think I’m called Parker? I don’t just drive it, I also Park it.” Checking her nails, and buffing them on the shoulder of her overalls.
Then, she’d go on, and on about finger banging some girl in the passenger seat. Because she didn’t have a back seat, there wasn’t much room under the hatchback, because the transaxle was in the back to give it perfect 50/50 weight distribution, but the point is the guys were cool with her, being a lesbian. If anyone came out gay, or bicurious, or say in love with Rob ever since 4th grade, then you’d be ostracized, if not beat up for being a faggot.
But, they fucked it up for themselves, too. Honestly, they tried to compete with Parker, and one-up her with bullshit sex stories, but she went to the girl’s room. She knew all the girls too, better than any of the boys did, and saw most of them naked. She knew, damned well that none of us were getting any, because she would have heard about it, from the girls if we did.
She was cooler with me, because she said “At least you’re honest. You don’t try, and lie to me, as if I’m impressed by all those bullshit stories.” So she was the first one I could confess my feelings about Rob to. “Oh, man.” She laughed, and patted me on the shoulder. “Yeah, I heard, but honestly?” She shook her head, “I can’t see it.”
He walked off to check out her car, which gave us both a great view of him, from behind. “I heard, he’s got a great butt, but to me it just looks too hard, and blocky.” She heard about all the girls he’d done, and the girls that just hung around him to pose, and hide their sexuality. The lesbians, she didn’t name names, but it turns out that even when you’re a girl, and you don’t have to hide it, but still. Most did anyway, just to avoid being talked about behind their backs until the story got back to them, with all the details people made up, and added.
Like Parker’s strapon. “Ha! I don’t have a strapon! Where am I even going to get a dong? I’m not old enough to buy one, and even if I did, I wouldn’t know what to do with it. I’m gay, the last think I want is a stupid dork.”
Dong, dildo, dork, she made fun of the very idea, because that’s the kind of thing she’d need to play the boy. For some confused bicurious chick, because she’s rough, grubby, and butch. Still, she’s a girl, and 100% gay, so she uses her hands, mostly. “Yeah, I eat it too, but just to get them wetter for my fingers.”
I learned a lot, honestly. I guess because most of the stories you read are bullshit too. She lit up, for punctuation. Across the street, technically the overflow parking lot across the street wasn’t school property, so she could smoke there.
“Huh, if you smoke after sex, you need more lube. There’s no such thing as too much lube, and anybody that talks about dripping wet girls, or writes about it, obviously never actually got their hands on a real girl. Even if they’re hot for you, and you get them all squishy inside.” She got excited, talking about girls getting squishy, and moist. “At best, they’re a little damp, or moist. You still have to eat them out, even if you don’t like it.”
She made a face, and shook her head. “Wait a minute, you don’t like it?”
She shook it again, “Not really,” she lowered her voice, and took another drag. Virginia Slims, ultralight menthol, by the way. “Huh, honestly? I hope I can trust you, not to blab this to all your friends, but let’s be honest. It’s kinda gross, but it’s just a means to an end. If I want to get some.” She pointed down at her crotch, with 2 fingers, and curled them up. “It’s just something you have to do, to get inside her.”
When Rob came back, she patted my back, and kind of rubbed my shirt up to the shoulder. “I think you’re right, the stabilizing bar looks a little bent, or a little more bent, than it should be.” He looked at me, her arm around my shoulder, and then he went on. “I didn’t see anything under the wheel well, either.”
“Thanks,” she hugged me with one arm, so mine slipped out uncomfortably, and brushed the side of her bra. Even through the greasy coverall, I couldn’t believe what was happening, was really happening, “But I’m gonna give Derry here a ride home.” She let go. “Get in.”
So, when I say my first time was with a bonafide lesbian, first let me point out that it’s not like anything you’re probably imagining. I was scared, that I’d offend her, because I was still telling myself I had it wrong. She didn’t mean it that way, because I’m a guy, and she just told me that she wouldn’t know what to do with a wang if she got one.
“I can trust you right?” She put it in reverse, and held onto the headrest to look over her shoulder, and back in.
“Yeah, I guess.” It was just an alley, between 2 businesses, one of which was closed early for the day. A breakfast, and brunch place, they only really did business on the weekend after the breakfast rush, but then they closed up, so there wasn’t anything else in the parking lot, behind it.
“Good.” She put it in park, and cut the motor. Pulled the parking break, and then she kissed me. “Huh,” she looked down, and shook her head. Licked her lips, and grinned to herself. “I know the guys all probably want to know where I take them.” She unhooked the seatbelt, across her chest like the bowstring of an amazon, or. I know, that’s probably a stupid simile, but I haven’t taken Creative Writing yet, I was still in P.E. so I couldn’t take any electives, but she got out.
I locked up, since the electric locks were out. As well as the windows, most of the electrical was a nightmare, that she bitched about constantly, because she’s more mechanically minded, and it’s a Porsche wiring harness. German Engineered muscle car, with curves, it really looks like a frog in that faded green, with the clear coat blistering, and flaking off, but not a spot of rust anywhere.
“Not really, at least I hadn’t heard that. They don’t wonder out loud where you take, the girls?” She nodded. The seem to care more about what you do with them when you get there.” I looked around, it was an alley, between 2 buildings. Brick on 1 side, and cinder blocks on the other.
“Oh, I just assumed that being high school boys, they’d jump at the chance to see 2 girls naked, and going at it.”
“Uh.” She got her keys out, and unlocked a back door. To a business, that was closed, but for some reason, she didn’t share with me, she had the keys to it. “So, why are you showing this?”
She just kissed me, and I mean. Obviously, that ment I didn’t get the wrong idea. When she rubbed her breast against my arm right in front of Rob. Because he saw her arm around me, and pretty much asked her, with the expression on his face if that ment what he thought it was.
Yeah, “Well, I’m horny, okay?” She opened up an office, with a couch, and a desk. “Just so you know, this doesn’t make me straight, or even bi-curious, but. I can’t tell you how to turn on a girl.” She started unbuttoning her coverall. “Or how to get her wet.” With my mouth, she already mentioned it, “How to finger her off, but I guess I can show you.”
“Okay.” So, she did. I didn’t even ask, but I chose to keep my pants on. She had tits, and a little bit of a tummy. I’m not going to call her fat, but those coveralls she wore to school, they covered her tummy, and it wasn’t flat. “Snh!” As soon as she pulled the sleeves off, she grabbed my head, and kissed me again. Backed me up to sit on the couch, and took her top off.
A wife beater, a plain old white ribbed cotton tank-top, smeared with grease stains from wiping her fingers off, or adjusting her bra strap, but I just crossed my legs to hide my boner, like I had in class. I’m a teenage boy, and I got boners without any provocation, whatsoever. Her bra was front clasp, green with little pink roses, and trim around it like lace? Matching pink, and green checked boxer shorts. I had to look up from her belly button, when she unhooked it.
“You like tits?” She shook her shoulders, so they jiggled, and dropped the bra behind her.
“Yeah, you got nice little tits.” A deep bellybutton too, I got to stick my tongue in, and swirl it around to make her giggle, and her tummy bounce against my nose. Honestly, I know I’m weird, but to me, tits are pretty much a garnish. Fun to look at, and play with, but basically useless when you move onto real food.
I found out that I’m oral, very oral that day. I got to eat her pussy, which she shaved for some reason. Her armpits too, basically everything below the eyelashes, which isn’t really all that odd for a teenage girl, but not what I expected from a lesbian. Boxer shorts, a matching bra, and wife beater, but she had to explain it to me, when she kicked them off on the floor, and looked up.
“What?” She looked down, “I know, I’m not skinny.” She covered up her belly but didn’t bother with her crotch, nor her bare breasts. They’re pretty small, but not saggy at all, and just large enough to squeeze together in her bra, or with her arms.
“Oh, no. It’s not that, I like your body, and I’m not one to judge, you.” I rubbed my tummy, too. As if I just had a big meal, and I had to loosen my belt to make room, but I didn’t. “I just wasn’t expect you to shave your legs, or. All of your body hair off?”
“Well, it’s hot, you have any idea how hot those long sleeve coveralls are?”
“Oh, yeah. Makes sense.”
“Well,” she got on the couch, and straddled my legs. Still crossed, so she could sit on my leg, and hump it. Holding my head cradled in her arms, and my face in her chest. Turning to hold a nipple up to my mouth to lick, and suck.
“Huh!” I felt down her back, and her hips. Even with just my hands, I could feel the shape of her body, she didn’t have a narrow waist, but she had hips, and she got up off my lap, so her knees sank down in the cushions around my hips, to point out how narrow they were.
That’s when I got to lick my way down her tummy, and it felt so soft. I dug my nose in, and felt her belly button, so I put my head up, and my tongue out. Licked up to wiggle it in, and swirl it around.
“Auhuh!” She felt so alive. I don’t know why I thought that just then, but I couldn’t just hear her laugh, I could feel it on my face. “A little lower.” She sat back, and humped my pantleg again, but only to put her feet up. “Pick me up.”
Under her arms, she braced her knees against the back cushions, around my shoulders, and stepped back to dig her toes into the bottom of the couch. Between the cushions, she didn’t even look back. She’d done this so many times that she just did it, out of practice, didn’t even have to think about it any more, but then she grabbed my head, and held it back. Sat on my face, and humped it while I looked up, and watched her breathing. Her tummy suck in, and puff out. Her tits shake too, and my nose right in the soft bulge over her gash. Her lips sideways, and my tongue feeling around for the hole, but it’s weird.
She’s weird, I’m weird, and the whole situation is weird, because sure. Guys talk about hooking up with a lesbian, and fucking them straight. “Huh, that’s enough.”
I blinked and shook my head. But she just covered herself, and slipped two fingers in. “Huh?”
“I’m wet enough.” She grunted, and started slapping her crotch, to pump her middle two fingers in and out, and I just watched her body. Her hot body, her neck was red, and it started seeping down her shoulders, her chest, and between her tits, so it looked like she had tan lines, but wore something strapless out in the sun until it burned. “Huhuhuhuh!” She slapped her fingers in and out fast, and turned around to sit down.
“You think you can do that?”
“Yeah,” I turned over, and she pulled her fingers out. Up my hand, and stuck 2 fingers in her mouth. The middle two, then sucked on her’s when I pulled them out, and felt down between her legs.
“Like this.”
“Auwh!” She let her fingers slip out, leaving wet streaks down her chin. “Yes, huh! Fuck me, just like that, only a little faster, huh! Your fingers are so big, a little harder too.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just shut up, and fuck me.” She pulled my head down, and kissed me, but this time, she never even closed her mouth in the first place. I could taste the smoke on her breath, but I mostly payed attention to what I was doing. She wasn’t tight, at all. Even with my larger fingers, we had no trouble getting them in, and she was soft. Hot, and wet inside. At some point, she grabbed my arm in both hands, and took over. Yanking it up, and it reminded me so much of how a dude jacks off, only with both hands, and my arm sticking up like an enormous cock, but she just shook her head, made a face, and her tummy puffed out.
“Huh!” She opened her eyes and looked up. “HUH!” Eyes wide open, and her eyebrows turned up in the middle, so she looked almost sad. Disappointed that it was me she was looking at, instead of whatever girl she was imagining, and I turned away, but then she started moaning.
“Ohyes!” breathlessly, but then she took a deep shuddering breath. “Hhuhuh! Ohhhhh, yeahs!”
Her shach gripping and sucking hungrily at my fingers, but she felt down to the back of my hand, and squeezed her fingers around mine between her soft stubbly thighs. Oh yeah, she shaved, but not religiously, and not everything, every day. She must have gotten her pubes more recently, but her legs. Especially her thighs had little rough stubble poking here, and there. Not a lot, but enough that I could feel it when I rubbed her leg.
“Huh uh fghm!” She tightened up, and a little hot wet splash hit my palm, tricked down around my fingers, and soaked into the cushion between her legs. I sniffed, but finally, she pulled my hand out, and just lay down sideways. Panting, and curling up with her arms crossed over her chest, and her thigh covering her crotch.
She sniffed, “Huh, I’m sorry, I peed a little there.” I wiped my hand off on my pant leg, but I was so stunned, my boner went away. At some point, but I wasn’t paying attention to that. I just got Parker off. Yeah, a girl, and she’s still naked there, in front of me.
But it’s PARKER. The shop girl, lesbian, best car in school, probably getting more teenage ass than anyone unless you listen to all the boys talk, and believed them. I just got Parker off, with my mouth, fingers, and she sat up. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m being rude.” She rolled her eyes, “Go ahead, and get it out.”
“What?”
“Your dick?”
“But.”
“I might as well satisfy my curiosity, while I got you here.” She stuck her fingers in my pocket, to pull me over, and stuck her fingers in my fly. Unzipped it. “Huh, I don’t want to be one of those. Oh, I’ve never even seen a dick, lesbians.”
“Oh,” I unbuttoned my pants, “Okay.”
“So, you think you’d be satisfied with a tugger?”
“Yeah.” She pulled them down, so I turned around, and felt the wet spot under my leg, so i scooted over. “Honestly, I’m already satisfied.”
“Huh,” she shook her head. “How do you work this thing?” Flopping it back, and forth with her thumb.
“I don’t know, this never happened before, but let me try it.” I moved her hand, and gave it a couple tugs.
“Huh, well I guess I can say I’ve seen one, and I got to touch it, but it’s no big deal. I won’t tell anyone of course, but you want me to get you a number?”
“Yeah, you mean another girl’s?”
“Yeah,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Where’s my oh.” She bent down. “I must have kicked them under the couch.” Pulled out her boxer shorts, and stood up to put them on. “I sure don’t have anything to teach you about eating a girl out, or fingerbanging.”
“Yeah, it’s a lot easier than I thought.”
“So, what girl do you like? I can probably get you her number, and tell her about how good you are in bed, if you want to go out with her.”
“Uh, let me get back to you on that, but you don’t want me to tell the guys, or anyone what happened.”
“Well, Robby’s cool,” She bit her lip, and grinned, shaking her head. “Pretty sure he knew something was up back at the parking lot.”
“So what do I tell him?”
“Oh, it was just a 1 time thing, to get it out of my system, and make absolutely sure.” She took a deep breath, and practically announced. “I’m absolutely 100% gay.”
“Oh, good to know.” I guessed.
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