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"He was a jerk, Karen."

"No, Sandy, he wasn’t," I repliled. "This would be easier if he was. He’s a sweet, kind, loving, fantastic guy. He just doesn’t want me anymore." It’s a good thing I was all cried out.

"Well, that’s what makes him a jerk."

"Oh, Lisa. It could be me," I said.

Lisa snorted. "Look," Sandy said, "we want to help."

"You are helping. Who else would have a slumber party, like we were still teenagers?" I giggled.

"That’s not what we meant," Lisa said.

"We want to help," Sandy added. And then I felt her hand fondling my breast through my nightie.

WHAT?!?!?

"You need this," Lisa said—and grabbed my other boob.

I was just stunned. "Uh, guys, I’ve never—I mean…."

"We know." They were taking my nightie off! "Lie back." They pushed me over. And, suddenly, I had one each sucking on a nipple.

Oh, it felt good!

The next thing I knew, Lisa was between my legs, taking my panties off. And then licking me!

Oh, Jesus. I’d had guys do that—and a few of them were very talented—but shit. Lisa was driving me crazy! And Sandy was still sucking on my boob. My hands found their way down to Lisa’s head, and I came so hard I’m surprised I didn’t rip her hair out.

"Better?" Sandy asked.

"Yeah," I admitted, "but, well, you know, I mean—I like guys!"

"So do we," Lisa said.

"Do you happen to see any lurking around the room?" Sandy laughed.

"So, if there’s not a guy around, take care of each other." Lisa added.

"Yeah, and it’s my turn," Sandy laughed, crawling down between my legs and kicking Lisa out. "Karen? Relax. Enjoy it."

That, to my surprise, was easy.

--The End—