Just One Of The Guys
- An Alternate Version -
by Ann Douglas
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of
sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by
Columbia Pictures. It is intended for the non-commercial
enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody . No
copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from
the distribution of this story.
“How did I get myself into this?” Terry Griffith asked
herself for the hundred time that evening. “I must’ve been out of
my mind.”
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Not long ago, Terry Griffith had been the belle of Edwina
Pearl High School, nearing the end of her senior year. She had it
all, looks, charm and a really great guy in the person of her
boyfriend, Kevin - a college freshman. To most of her girlfriends,
this would’ve been more than enough. But the 18 year old had a
dream -- the dream of becoming a reporter.
With that in mind, the long haired brunette had entered a
writing contest sponsored by the Sun Tribune. The prize -- a
summer internship at the paper. She’d poured everything she had
into her story, so it was shattering when she looked at the two
winning entries posted in the display case for the Pearl Diver.
Neither of them was hers.
“I’m not there.” she said unbelievingly to her best friend,
Denise.
“Why aren’t you there?” the attractive blonde asked.
“Neil Perlow and Joseph Dreyer?” Terry said as she read
the names of the two boys who had won.
Leaving Denise behind, Terry then had gone to the office of
Mr. Raymaker, the school paper’s faculty adviser, to ask what was
wrong with her story. She thought she had her answer in a
comment she overheard another teacher making as he walked in
with Mr. Raymaker.
“Then I had Terry Griffith for fourth period civics.” the
teacher had said. “Did you see what she’s wearing ... the legs do
not stop. I say we flunk her, keep her here another year. “
Mr. Raymaker had laughed at the suggestion.
That little comment carried a lot more weight than
Raymaker’s statement that her article was good, but just not
outstanding. That and his suggestion that she should have
something to fallback on if she couldn’t make it as a reporter.
“You’re a pretty girl, you could be a model.” he had
suggested.
Her mood hadn’t been improved later that day when she was
swimming with Kevin. She was looking for sympathy and
understanding, Kevin, however, was more interesting in getting the
strings of her well filled bikini top open. He agreed with
Raymaker’s suggestion that she was pretty enough to be a model.
“Besides, models make some pretty nice bucks.” Kevin had
added.
“You don’t think I could do it either?” Terry had asked.
“Well no, that’s not exactly what I said ... exactly.” he
replied.
“Yeah, well it was close enough.” Terry said, just before she
asked the tall good looking hunk to leave.
Kevin was a little reluctant to go, seeing as Terry’s parents
were away on a trip and she and her younger brother, Buddy, had
the house to themselves. Of course the only part of the house
Kevin was interested was Terry’s bedroom. But she was adamant
and he finally left.
The final straw was when she walking into Buddy’s bedroom
and found every free space on the wall had been covered with nude
centerfolds. Her brother was a 15 year old virgin, and as horny as
that combination could be.
“Your room ,is why my life is totally screwed up.” Terry
announced as she looked around at the collection of exposed
breasts and other female assets. “You guys think beautiful women
are nothing but decorations -- total airheads.”
Buddy’s feeble explanations that he also loved these women
for their minds fell on deaf ears.
“I write an excellent article and just because I’m cute, no
one takes me seriously.” Terry said.
“And somehow you find the courage to go on living.” Buddy
said sarcastically as he leafed though another centerfold
magazine. “You’ve got guts!”
“Sometimes, I just wish I was a guy!” Terry mused. “I bet
if a guy had turned in that same article it would be on the way to
the Sun Tribune right now.
At that moment, an idea was born.
The idea was both daring and insane. Made possible only by
the absence of their parents. With her brother’s helpful hints and
a few layers of loose fitting clothing, Terry became one of the
guys. Of course her long beautiful locks had to go, but the short
boyish haircut was a small price to pay for her dream. Forging her
parent’s signatures, she had transferred across town to
Sturgis-Wilder High School.
Of course there were also a few minor problems - like which
restroom to use. And avoiding gym class where her nude presence
in the locker room couldn’t be explained. Yet with a few awkward
moments at the beginning, ‘his’ masquerade was succeeding. Then
she became involved with Rick and Sandy.
Terry had met Rick Moorehouse ‘his’ very first day. Tall,
dark haired and extremely good looking, he was the type of guy
Terry could immediately fall for. Of course that was the Terry
who wore a dress and panties, not loose slacks and fruit of the
loom briefs.
Still they became friends, a somewhat unique experience for
Terry. It was strange to talk to a guy who wasn’t trying to get into
her pants. She wished it could be more, but Rick only had eyes for
Debra Strobich. Even worse, Rick had caught Terry sneaking looks
at his cock. First in the bathroom at school and then again one
afternoon he changed clothes in front of ‘him’. He was convinced
that Terry was gay.
Sandy, on the other hand, was proof that she had succeeded
in her masquerade. Also from day one, the cute brunette had been
hot for the guy she described as a fox who dressed like Elvis
Costello and looked like the Karate Kid. She had told her best
friend that she was going to get him.
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All of this had brought Terry to ‘his’ current predicament.
Sandy had cornered Terry into going on a double date with Rick
and her cousin. It wasn’t until they’d met the two girls up at “The
Cave”, an actual cave cut into the side of a hill which doubled as a
popular make-out spot, that Rick found out that Sandy’s cousin Jill
was only 13 years old.
They’d been sitting around a campfire for almost an hour,
talking and drinking a few beers. Jill of course had to settle for
cokes. Getting a prearranged signal from Sandy, Jill suggested
that Rick take her for a walk, saying that she thought Sandy and
Terry needed their privacy.
“Hey wait, were are you going?” Terry called out as Rick
stood up and began to head for the mouth of the cave. “Hey man,
don’t leave me now!”
Rick looked to Sandy who gave them a playful wave good-bye.
The smile on her face told him that his friend was about to get
lucky.
“You kids have fun, huh.” Rick grinned as he picked up one
of the lanterns they’d brought along and Jill followed him out into
the darkness.
“They left me.” Terry said with an alcohol heightened sense
of disappointment as ‘he’ rolled over onto ‘his’ back.
“It’s okay, I’m still here.” Sandy said reassuringly as she
leaned over ‘him’. “Nice fire.” she added as she snuggled up against
her date.
“Sandy, this really ...” Terry implored as Sandy shushed ‘him’
and told him not to talk and started to plant kisses on ‘his’ cheeks.
“Sandy, this is a big mistake.” Terry repeated as ‘he’ pushed
away the arm she had wrapped around ‘him’.
“Maybe, maybe not.” she replied pulling herself right back.
“Only one way to find out.” she laughed as she tickled Terry across
his stomach, catching ‘him’ off guard.
“Sandy, Sandy really...” Terry called out as ‘he’ tried to stop
laughing.
Terry’s laughter turned to panic as ‘he’ felt Sandy’s hand
slide down ‘his’ pants. “Sandy, get out of there.” ‘he’ cried out.
When her hand withdrew, she was holding a pair of sweat
socks that had been stuffed into ‘his’ underwear. Before Sandy
could comment on her discovery, Terry forced a laugh and said.
“There’s really a very a good explanation for that.” ‘he’
laughed.
“I’m flattered.” Sandy beamed, cutting off Terry in
mid-laugh.
“You are?” Terry replied, somewhat confused.
“But you don’t have to do this to impress me.” Sandy added.
“I don’t?” Terry asked.
“No, I like you a lot.” Sandy continued.
“I think I’ll take one of those beers now.” Terry said, trying
to change what had long since gone beyond just an awkward
situation.
“It’s okay.” Sandy smiled as she handed ‘him’ another beer.
“I mean, how small can it be?”
Terry chuckled as ‘he’ popped open the beer and said. “Don’t
ask.”
“Then I’ll just have to find out for myself.” Sandy quipped
as Terry brought the can of beer to ‘his’ lips and took a long drink.
Before Terry could react to what Sandy had said, the long
haired brunette had again slipped her hand down into ‘his’ pants,
causing Terry to jerk back and drop the beer.
“Oh shit!” Sandy cried out in a mixture of shock and
confusion as her hand slid past a small mound of pubic hair and
closed on what she expected to be a cock and balls. After a brief
moment of confusion, she realized what she had grabbed.
“Sandy, I can explain!” Terry called out as ‘he’ backed away.
“Explain?” Sandy repeated, a look on her face that was a
mixture of both confusion and anger.
“Just give me a moment.” Terry pleaded. “I promise you, I
can explain everything.”
Sandy listened in fascination as Terry told her tale, noting
that ‘his’ voice was now higher. She had to suppress a giggle as
Terry told her about having to adjust to using the boy’s bathroom.
Also about Rick’s conclusion that Terry was gay because he caught
‘him’ again staring at his cock that afternoon when he changed
clothes.
“That’s were I would’ve lost it.” Sandy commented. “I
wouldn’t have cared if Rick thought I was gay or not. I wouldn’t
been on that cock in a minute if it’s as big as you say.”
Terry smiled. That idea had crossed her mind that
afternoon as well.
“So you understand?” Terry finally concluded.
“I guess so.” Sandy said as she looked at Terry in a new
light. She now saw ‘him’ as ‘her’.
“I guess we’d better find Rick and Jill and head home. Terry
said as she looked around for her stuff.
“Oh, they already went home.” Sandy said. “I told Jill to
have Rick take her home early so we could be alone. That’s why I
made sure we came with two cars.”
Terry smiled, that was exactly the type of stunt she
would’ve pulled.
“We should get going too then.” Terry said.
Sandy seemed to have a far off look in her eyes for a
moment, then a wide, mischievous smile on her face.
“But aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked Terry.
“What?” Terry questioned in return.
“You wanted to find out what it was like to be a guy, right?”
Sandy asked.
“Yes, but...?”
“Then why don’t you find out?” Sandy grinned.
Before Terry could react, Sandy was again on top of her,
this time her lips pressing against Terry’s own. The cherry taste
of Sandy’s lipstick brought a strange sensation, coupled as it was
by the unaccustomed softness behind it.
Terry opened her mouth to say something, only to find her
words cut off by the entry of Sandy’s tongue into her mouth. A
sense of excitement filled her as their tongues made contact.
The memory of a night back when she and Denise were 14
filled her thoughts. They had experimented with kissing in
anticipation of their first real dates. Back then, Terry
remembered, she had been filled with much the same sense of
inappropriate arousal.
“Nice, huh?” Sandy grinned as she finally broke the kiss.
“Yes.” Terry replied. “It was nice.”
“Do you want to be a guy for a little longer?” Sandy asked.
“I think so.” came Terry’s reply.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Sandy cheerfully remarked.
Shadow lovers generated by the campfire danced on the
cave walls as Terry and Sandy began to making out like the
teenagers there were. Every time Terry felt Sandy’s tongue slip
through her lips, her heart skipped a beat. She’d never been this
excited with Kevin or any other boy she’d dated.
“Well if I’m going to be a guy, I guess I should act like one.”
Terry thought.
Continuing to share kisses with the longer haired brunette,
Terry slid her hand up under the sweater Sandy was wearing and
squeezed her breast. A soft moan of enjoyment from Sandy gave
her encouragement to go further.
Sandy’s breasts were bigger than her own and felt much
softer when she squeezed them. Carefully, Terry moved her hand
beneath the shirt Sandy wore to again cup her breast, this time
feeling skin against skin.
“Oh, that is even nicer.” Sandy moaned.
A smiling Terry couldn’t help but agree. She remembered
the first time a boy had slid his hand under her blouse and how
pleasing it had felt. Right now she understood some of what he
had experienced.
“Why don’t I make myself a little more comfortable.” Sandy
said as she backed up from Terry.
Terry watched in erotic fascination as Sandy undid the clasp
of her black cardigan and let it slide down her arms. Next came
the simple white T-shirt. Even before Sandy pulled it up and over
her head, it was obvious that she hadn’t wore a bra.
In the course of her young life, Terry must’ve seen a
hundred naked girls. What with gym classes, locker rooms,
showers and the changing rooms of three malls she frequented.
Normally she never gave their nudity a second thought. But at this
moment, she felt the same kind of voyeuristic expectancy that her
little brother always exhibited when he managed to get a copy of
Playboy or Penthouse.
“Ta Da!” Sandy called out triumphantly as she pulled her
shirt over her head and her large breasts bounced free.
For the first time in her life, Terry looked at another girl’s
breasts with a feeling of envy. Sandy had to be twice her size and
had the largest, thickest nipples she had ever seen. They were
already erect and stuck out at least a quarter inch. A thought
that a few months ago would’ve seemed unthinkable flashed
though Terry’s mind.
“I wonder what it would feel like to suck on them.”
She didn’t have long to ponder that thought as Sandy
pressed up against her and guided Terry’s hands to each of her now
naked breasts. Terry rubbed her thumbs against each nipple,
bringing another sigh of satisfaction from Sandy. She squeezed
and rubbed both breasts together and marveled at how nice it felt
just to hold them in her hands.
“Suck them.” Sandy whispered into her ear. “You know you
want to.”
Without thinking about it another moment, Terry leaned
down and kissed each of Sandy’s mammary delights a few inches
above the areola. Continuing to plant her lips on the soft, warm
flesh, she moved slowly downward, alternating between each
breast.
Reaching the inviting nipple, Terry ran her tongue across it,
hoping that Sandy enjoyed the sensation as much as she herself
did. The soft moans that filled her ears told her that she did.
Sliding one nipple into her mouth, Terry began to suck
eagerly. The act sent such a rush through her body. Around and
around she twirled her tongue against the hard nipple. She would
pull the soft flesh of Sandy’s breast as far into her mouth as she
could, then release it and start over.
Terry was in no hurry, she wanted to enjoy the experience
and have Sandy enjoy it as well. That had always been one of her
chief complains with Kevin’s lovemaking. She was lucky if she got
five minutes of foreplay before he was trying to stick his cock into
her mouth or pussy. Not that it wasn’t a nice cock, and she did
enjoyed having it in both cavities, but it would be nice to spend a
little more time playing.
And play she did. Her motions became more aggressive with
each passing moment until she was squeezing and sucking Sandy’s
mounds like a lust filled ... boy.
“Oh God, yes!” Sandy panted as she ran her fingers through
Terry’s short brown locks and pulled her mouth even harder against
her tits. “Suck them, suck them harder!”
Eager to comply, Terry redoubled her efforts, covering
every inch of exposed flesh with her lips. She remembered
overhearing a few of the guys at school commenting what nice tits
Sandy had and how they’d like to get their hands on them. Well
they hadn’t and she had, and she had to agree -- they really were
great tits.
Sandy finally, reluctantly withdrew her breasts from Terry’s
eager mouth and stood up. Undoing her white skirt, she pulled it
free to expose a pair of white lace panties. She slid her index
finger beneath the waistband and rubbed it against her clit.
“I’m so fucking wet!” she said as she arched her head
backward and enjoyed her own touch. “My pussy is so hot!”
Surprisingly, Terry found Sandy’s language only added to her
own stimulation. Perhaps because she knew that if she reached
down into her own pants, her own pussy would be just as hot and
wet.
“I want you to kiss me.” Sandy said as she withdrew her
finger and placed it in the center of her lace covered mound. “Kiss
me right here.” she indicated.
On all fours, Terry crawled over to Sandy and pressed her
lips against the spot she had indicated.
"Oh yes....Sandy said as she reached down and guided
Terry's head. "Right there."
The wetness and scent of Sandy’s cunt made Terry a little
giddy. She’s never been this close to another woman’s sex. It was
a taboo more forbidden than any of those she had broken in the
last few hours. Even so, it only caused her a momentary hesitation.
She reached out and pulled aside the thin material. Parting
the wet lips beneath with her fingers, Terry moved her tongue
between them, driving it deep inside. She closed her eyes
as she savored the taste of another woman. A taste she had never
known until this moment.
"Oh yes, Terry.” Sandy said as her body jumped at the
touch. "Lick my pussy, I want you so bad.”
Terry’s first attempts at cunnilingus were awkward, even a
little rough. Still they were better than her first lover had ever
been for her.
"Take your time," Sandy whispered almost breathlessly.
"Just lick it softly, it'll come to you."
Sure enough, after a few minutes, Terry began to develop a
rhythm of her own, sending little sparks into the walls of Sandy’s
love canal. The effect was so pleasing it made Sandy wonder if her
virgin lover had some prior experience.
Her hands planted firmly against the back of Terry’s head,
Sandy helped guide the now sitting girl to her most sensitive spots.
Having another girl lick her had been one of her most secret
passions, ever since her cousin had introduced her to lesbian love
one night when they were both 16. Her opportunities since then
had been both rare and far in-between, but each had been a
experience to cherish.
Not that she didn’t love guys as well. Her virginity had been
lost a month before that first lesbian encounter. If Terry had
indeed been a boy, she wouldn’t have had the slightest hesitation
about both sucking his cock and then spreading her legs for ‘him’.
She’d meant it when she’d said that she really liked him. That
Terry had been hiding a secret of ‘his’ own was an added bonus.
The fragrant aroma of raw womanhood now flooded Terry’s
nostrils as she pushed in further with her tongue and licked
Sandy’s candy walls. Like a skilled artist, she began to explore
every aspect of her prize.
Sandy leaned back, eyes closed and drifted among the waves
of delight that flooded her body. It was as wonderful a sensation
as she had ever known. Her pussy throbbed with excitement as
Terry's tongue drew more and more sweet nectar.
The waves of pleasure Sandy felt cresting against the
shoals of her love tunnel suddenly doubled, causing her to moan
once more. The harder Terry moved her tongue, the faster the
waves repeated.
"Harder!" Sandy shouted, gyrating against Terry’s face.
"Harder, ... I’m going to come!”
Faster and faster the waves washed over her, each
bringing her closer to an orgasmic detonation. Tears swelled in
her eyes and ran down her cheeks as she fought to delay that
eruption - wanting to savor every second.
Feeling Sandy’s body tense in a familiar harbinger of
orgasmic fury, Terry buried her face between her lover’s thighs
and pressed her open hands hard against her ass cheeks. Brief
seconds later, Sandy exploded both within and without.
The scream that Sandy let out as the rapture overtook her
split the night and could be heard in the woods beyond the mouth
of the cave. It was one of the reasons she loved coming up with a
guy. Screwing in the back of a car down by the lake was no place
you could let loose. Her body shook for an eternity as she took in
every aspect of her bliss.
Sandy's body quaked with two final spasms until it could give
no more. It had been a most delightful experience and she
immediately knew it would be a new benchmark that she would
measure all future encounters against.
Terry was still at her feet, her head resting against Sandy’s
now cum saturated pussy. A significant amount of which was
smeared against the cheeks of the prostrated girl. She ran her
tongue against that moist mound one last time, a broad smile on her
face.
Dropping down alongside Terry, Sandy gave her a long
penetrating kiss. The taste of her own climax filled her mouth,
sending a renewed surge of satisfaction within her. Experimenting
with her tongue, she again explored the wetness of Terry's mouth.
“Nice?” she simply asked Terry.
“Nice.” Terry replied, still beaming.
The two girls just sat there by the fire, the reflections of
the flames illuminating Sandy’s naked form.
“I think it’s time you turned back into a girl.” Sandy said,
breaking the stillness.
For a moment, Terry looked confused. Then she felt Sandy
undo the buttons of the black and white plaid shirt she was
wearing and slide her hand inside. An act that brought the
brightest of smiles to Terry’s face.
In less time that it took to think about it, Sandy had helped
Terry out of both the old army fatigue jacket she was wearing and
the flannel shirt beneath it. All that was left was the T-shirt and
the ace bandage she wore beneath it to conceal her rounded
mounds.
“Oh, this simply won’t do.” Sandy said as she began to
unravel the bandage.
Sandy leaned over and kissed each of Terry’s small breasts,
giving both of them a quick, playful lick. Enthusiastically, Sandy
orally caressed each breast in turn, running her tongue in spirals
around each nipple. Again and again she stopped to kiss the
pinkness of each, sucking and gently nibbling at it for endless
moments.
“Oh yes.” Terry gasped as she enjoyed the feel of Sandy’s
mouth on her breasts. “You do that so well.” she added.
She truly meant it. As much as Kevin wanted to play with
her firm round globes, he was always in a rush. Unfortunately,
Kevin, as with many young men, equaled aggression with passion.
There was a certain aggression in Sandy’s approach to
lovemaking as well, but it was tempered by a gentle softness as
well. Even as she kissed Terry’s breasts, her nimble fingers undid
the belt buckle of her black jeans. A gentle tug opened the pants
and down Terry’s legs they went.
The crisp white pair of fruit of the loops followed and
Terry’s carefully trimmed bush was exposed to the night air.
Sandy ran her fingers across the short hairs for a moment and
liked the feel of it. She’d have to consider cutting her own thick
fur.
“Lay back.” she said as she eased Terry down on the blanket
they had laid out earlier to sit on. The pile of discarded clothing
served as a nice pillow.
Sandy really didn’t have that much experience in lesbian
lovemaking, having had a total of three encounters prior to this,
but she had a good idea what another girl liked. She ran her hand
up and down Terry’s now nude body, taking pleasure is the warm
softness of it.
Terry had, she noted, a beautiful body. Slender and
athletic, the girl was at the same time feminine and rounded in all
the right places. Her breasts were much smaller than Sandy’s but
round and full. They didn’t need to be large to be incredibly
beautiful. As it was, Sandy was amazed that anyone could’ve taken
her as a boy. Then she reminded herself that she was one of those
who had.
One hand brushed against her bright pink nipples, now hard
to the touch, while the other traced a line along the opening of her
pussy, finding the same hardness in her clit.
Carefully she spread out Terry’s legs to give her full access
to her prize. Gracefully she stroked the soft thighs, feeling the
excited heat of the flesh. Her thumb slid between the folds of
Terry’s pussy, sending a sharp erotic spark through her body.
"Does that feel good?" she asked in a low, voice.
"Y...y...yes," Terry purred.
Sandy continued to run up and down, replacing her thumb
with three of her fingers, sliding them deep inside of her. Faster
and faster, in and out her fingers moved, causing the prone girl to
slowly writhe in delight.
“Oh yes, faster ... faster.” Terry moaned. “Fuck me with
your fingers.”
“I have something better in mind.” Sandy laughed a she
withdrew her fingers.
She paused for a moment and ran her loving tongue along the
length of her fingers, savoring the ambrosia that covered them. It
was just an appetizer for what was to come.
If Sandy’s fingers had been the spark, the tongue that
replaced them was like a blowtorch. Harder and faster it worked
its way into every inch of Terry’s cunt. Her grip on Terry’s legs
tightened as her head wagged from side to side, drawing herself
deeper into her new love.
Earlier Sandy has noted how much she loved having another
woman lick her pussy. That delight paled to nothing against the
one she felt when it was her tongue buried in another woman. It
was like the feeling of erotic control she got when she sucked a
cock - only magnified a dozen fold.
Finally the pressure against her clit was too much to bear as
Terry’s body launched into an orgasmic seizure. Every extremity
shook of it’s own accord as her heart raced and breaths came in
short measured gasps. Coherent speech was now impossible as all
she could manage were grunts of satisfaction.
Through it all, Sandy kept her face pressed tight against
Terry’s exploding pussy. Her very enthusiastic mouth and even
more eager tongue filling with the nectar of the goddess.
By the time it was all over and Sandy rolled out from
between Terry’s legs, her cheeks were covered with the sticky
residue of her efforts. She pulled herself up alongside Terry and
kissed her deeply, their darting tongues again intertwining. Each
could taste the climax of the other on her lips, a sensation that
would stay with them for a long, long time.
“So now you know what it’s like to be one of the guys.”
Sandy laughed as she broke the kiss.
“Yeah, that me.” Terry grinned. “Just one of the guys!” she
added as she hugged Sandy again.
The comforting fire beside then would be long cold before
they broke that embrace.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1997
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