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Subject: {ASSM} Just This Once - Ginny Has A Threesome (ffm, college)
Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2001 23:10:02 -0400
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Just This Once (ffm, college)
Ginny has a threesome
By Marklemagne
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A free press must be used responsibly. If you shouldn't read this
story because it might make you feel strange and want to do
things that mom and dad and pastor said are wrong, then stop
reading. This is a true story. No, really it is. This is one in a
series of sexual adventures of people I know. My avocation is to
get people to tell me true sexual escapades then convert them
into these stories. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always
welcome at marklemagne@canada.com. You can save a copy of this
for your off-line enjoyment and repost it, as long as you give me
credit and don't charge people to read it. ---

Virginia is clearly the most open-minded of my friends, who on
the whole are a pretty open-minded lot. But Ginny is different. I
confessed to her that I sometimes wondered what it would be like
to make it with another guy and she said she thought she was
bisexual. That got me going, of course, because I'm like most
guys who love to watch two women do it. Of course, the closest
I've come is what I see in movies, and at this stage in my life
it is unlikely that I'll ever have a threesome. That's ok with
me. I'm jealous and insecure and I'd be afraid that I would end
up like a fifth-wheel and my lover would leave me for another
woman...

But thinking about Ginny looking at other girls and becoming
aroused was pretty cool. I figured that most women didn't do
that, despite what I read in the stories and see on the tube.
After all, even the best estimates of sex researchers put the
number of bi women at around 10 percent of the general
population. I used to look around at attractive women and wonder
which ones were the 10 percent who liked pussy as much as I did.
Kind of fun to do in a boring class or on a slow day at
work...Anyway, this story isn't about me. My sex life is
uneventful, which is why I collect other peoples' tales.

Ginny went to the University of Michigan, which is one of the
more liberal colleges around, and got a job working at a
vegetarian restaurant in town. I won't divulge the name here,
because it turns out that a large number of the staff was gay or
lesbian or some combination, and that could turn off some
customers. Being college students, they tended to celebrate and
hold parties at the drop of a hat and at one of these parties,
Ginny told me she got the chance to act out on her urge to make
love to another woman. Sort of.

It happened when she was a sophomore -- 19 years old and ready to
go. Ginny was slow to explore sex, and as a result she had only
lost her virginity the year before.  She was also just 18 when
she experienced the joy of oral sex for the first time, a year or
so after she gave her first blow-job. Connor was Ginny's high
school boyfriend and was a year younger than she was. He spent
the night in her dorm room and that's where she gave him her
cherry. He had already been the recipient of a number of
blow-jobs from Ginny, who had learned to give head from a
previous boyfriend and later that same weekend Connor went down
on her. Ginny was very pretty, she had the family's red hair,
which she kept cut short, never letting it get longer than
shoulder-length. It was a combination of brown and red and so
shiny. She loved the way it felt when Connor ran his fingers
through her hair as she licked his cock, and needless to say
Conner was more than willing to comply! She had the brightest
white teeth framed by gorgeous soft full lips that were kept
moist by her sweet tongue. Her breasts were too small by her
standards; they really were A-minus cup size. But Ginny didn't
like to wear a bra so having small tits wasn't a great loss in
her book. Her nipples perpetually stood at attention, poking up
through the tight t-shirts she favored

Ginny was a feminist, but not militant. She liked men, but she
want to be judged by physical appearance. Of course, that's easy
for an attractive woman to say, since it doesn't come across as
sour grapes. But she didn't judge books by their cover and she
didn't want others to do that either. Ginny kept her piercings
down to a minimum and didn't want a tatoo. Her clothes were
eclectic and she tended to wear the oddest shades of nail polish
on her fingers and toes, which were constantly exposed thanks to
her hurachi sandals.

As a waitress in the vegetarian restaurant, Ginny worked hard and
kept her body in good shape. Her upper arms were toned and hard,
in a very sexy way. She had a nice flat tummy, with a belly
button that liked to peek out from beneath her t-shirt. Try as
she might, she could never tan. Once she figured this out she
gave up and accepted the pale skin that so many redheads have. It
was a nice skin, I thought. It was soft and supple, nicely
freckled in all the right places, and not so pale that she looked
like a northerner on the first day of Spring Break.

She drew people to her because of her bright personality,
openness and compassion. Ginny accepted people for who they were,
and it was hard to stay mad at her for long. She wasn't perfect
by any means. She was involved in those petty college squabbles
about who said what to whom and I can't believe he did that to
her and she's such a bitch. You know the ones. There were people
who didn't like her and people she didn't like. But overall, she
was the kind of person you'd want as a friend and if you were a
guy, the kind of girl you'd love to take to bed. I guess I should
also include girls in that statement, because this is a story
about how Ginny explored her bisexuality, after all.

The lesbians and bisexual girls at the restaurant lusted after
Ginny. Not all of them, to be fair. She wasn't everyone's cup of
tea, but there were a couple of women who would love to take that
straight girl and teach her how to make love to another woman.
More than one of them liked to imagine what it would be like to
hold that chestnut hair in their hands as Ginny worked her way
down their stomachs and took her first lick of another woman.
They didn't know that she wondered what it would be like to be
there, as well. What would those women have thought if they knew
Ginny would occasionally get her fingers wet with her juice and
give it a quick lick, just to have a taste? Or that her favorite
masturbation fantasies involved other women? Oh, how they would
have jumped at the chance to be the one who took her lesbian
virginity.

Some of them even tried. Ginny liked to take photographs and she
photographed one of the veggie-lezzies in a U of M studio one
day. Ginny got her to take her shirt off, and Fran got all turned
on at being a model, even if the photos were character studies
exploring light and dark.

"Why don't you take off your shirt, Gin," Fran purred.

Ginny smiled at the invitation and felt a stirring between her
legs. Unfortunately, this wasn't the time or place for such an
exploration and Fran wasn't her first choice, anyway.

"I'd like to, but not right now," Ginny replied.

"When?"

"Who knows," Ginny answered.

That was about as far as that episode went, except that Fran took
Ginny's hands in hers when the shoot was over and thanked the
younger girl for inviting her to be a model. Her voice was
practically silky smooth as she made her appreciation known. Fran
lingered for a moment, holding Ginny's small hands, and then
sighed.

"You are so cute, you know," Fran said.

Ginny blushed.

"I could just eat you up," the older girl added. "Someday,
perhaps..."

"Perhaps," Ginny said, and let the remark hang in the air.

Ginny's first choice was a dark-haired bi girl named Sheila who
was of middle eastern descent. Sheila had very dark features and
jet black hair. Her eyes were so dark brown you might think they
were all black and she had a real nice rack, Ginny thought. Her
breasts were much bigger than Ginny's, although they weren't
huge. Just right, Sheila's lovers had told her, and Ginny
wondered what they felt like. She had felt a girlfriend's breasts
in high school; it wasn't really a sexual thing -- it was more
like curiosity. Becca's breasts were big and Ginny wanted to know
what it felt like. So she asked and she felt them through Becca's
shirt and bra. No big deal.

Sheila's breasts were bigger than Becca's, and Ginny really
wanted to know what they felt like. This wasn't just curiosity,
this was lust. Sheila had a pretty enough face, nothing to write
home about, but she was attractive. Like the other waitresses,
Sheila kept in good shape; she was a runner so her legs were
muscular and firm. Her ass was rock hard and she liked the way it
filled out her pants.

Ginny got the chance to check out Sheila's breasts one night at
an after-work party. She was there with Connor who was a freshman
at the university. It started out as an innocent thing, as many
of these things do. The girls at the party, both straight and
bi/les, were kissing each other. The lesbians were kissing the
straight girls to show them how it felt to kiss another woman,
and to recruit them into their man-hating cult. Ok, that last
part I just made up. I know that lesbians are really just women
who've never been with a real man, not man-hating amazons. Ok.
Ok. I'm just kidding. It's a joke. Some of my best friends are
lesbians, some are gay. I get turned on by men sometimes. I was
just poking fun at the stereotypes.

Well, Ginny came up to Sheila and said "kiss me." Sheila said
"you're drunk" and laughingly pushed Ginny away. Ginny looked
Sheila dead in the eye and said that she hadn't had a thing to
drink and she wanted Sheila to kiss her. Sheila returned Ginny's
stare and warned her that she might be starting something she
didn't want to finish, but Ginny replied that wasn't going to
happen.

Sheila took Ginny's head in her hands as Connor watched and
pulled her forward. Ginny moved into Sheila's arms and their lips
met. Still holding on to Ginny's head, Sheila pushed her tongue
out and into Ginny's mouth, where it was warmly welcomed. Ginny's
arms came up and held on to Sheila's wrists as if to pull them
away, but Sheila refused to yield. As the kiss progressed,
Ginny's hands slid down Sheila's arms and then to her waist.
Sheila took her hands from Ginny's face and wrapped her arms
around the girl's neck. Then, she pulled back, leaving her arms
linked behind Ginny's head.

Ginny looked a little dazed.

"Wow," she said after a moment.

"You liked that?" Sheila said.

"A lot," Ginny answered. "That was nice."

Sheila laughed quietly and then unclasped her hands from Ginny's
neck. She brought her hands forward and down Ginny's shoulders,
continuing down over the girl's breasts, letting her fingertips
trail over Ginny's nipples. They continued past Ginny's hard
nipples and down her belly, where Sheila playfully poked at
Ginny's navel. That caused Ginny to jump and she let go of her
grip around Sheila's waist.

Connor stood by watching, an erection growing in his pants. What
a lucky man I am, he thought, to have witnessed that. The three
of them rearranged themselves, standing equidistant from each
other, each giving the other two that 18 inches of personal space
humans so unconsciously crave. Somebody said something about
something and the kiss was pushed to the back of the trio's
collective unconscious. But the evening wasn't over yet.

It was a couple of hours later when the party was dying down and
Sheila, Connor and Ginny had a room all to themselves. Connor sat
on a chair, Ginny was seated between his legs and Sheila sat
crosslegged in front of her. The door was shut Connor was gently
stroking Ginny's hair. The conversation was something about music
when Ginny turned to Connor. He bent down and kissed her upturned
face as Sheila watched. Sheila got up on her hands and knees and
crossed over to where Ginny and Connor were seated. As they broke
apart, she leaned in and kissed Ginny hard on the lips. Their
tongues danced together for a moment, and balancing herself on
one hand, Sheila reached up to stroke Ginny's chest.

"mmm," Ginny moaned.

They separated and Sheila sat back on her knees. Connor moved
down to the floor and leaned in to give Sheila a kiss. She placed
her hand on the back of his head and pulled their lips together
as Ginny watched. Then they broke apart and Sheila moved in to
kiss Ginny again. This time, Sheila took Ginny's hand and brought
it up to her own breast. Ginny cupped the mound in her hand and
gave a gentle squeeze as she stuck her tongue in Sheila's mouth.
Still kissing Ginny, Sheila reached for Connor's hand and placed
it on her other breast. He rolled the nipple between his
fingertips as the two women kissed.

When the kiss ended, Sheila pulled back once again and then
reached down to take the hem of her shirt. She pulled the shirt
over her head to reveal a modest white cotton bra. Not giving
anyone time to say anything, Sheila reached behind and unclasped
the bra. She shrugged her shoulders and as the straps fell away,
the cups dropped from her breasts and revealed her dark,
Mediterranean nipples. They were larger than Ginny had ever seen,
and darker.

"Come here," Sheila commanded, looking Ginny right in the eye.

As if in a trance, Ginny moved forward as Sheila lay on the
carpet. Ginny knelt over her friend and touched the hard points
of her breasts.

"Suck them," Sheila said. And Ginny did.

She latched on to the closest breast which seemed to defy gravity
by staying up and erect. Ginny laved her tongue over the nipple
and sucked it the way she liked her own nipples sucked. With her
other hand, she gently kneaded the firm flesh of Sheila's other
breast. Sheila looked over at Connor and brought her hands up to
stroke Ginny's hair. Connor was transfixed, watching his
girlfriend make love to another woman's nipples. His eyes were
wide and his breathing quick. He thought his cock was going to
burst through his jeans.

Sheila took Ginny's hand from her breast and dragged it over her
taut stomach to the waistband of her jeans. Encountering a little
resistance, she firmly guided Ginny's hand under her waistband.
When Ginny's hand was there, Sheila let go of it and unsnapped
her pants. She tugged down the zipper and pulled the flaps apart
to reveal her white cotton panties. The contrast of her olive
skin to the white cotton was amazing, Connor thought.

Oblivious to the view just below her fingers, Ginny was
concentrating on Sheila's breasts, as Sheila offered sweet words
of encouragement. They weren't demeaning, but she was firm enough
to let Ginny know who was in charge.

"That's it, baby," she cooed. "Suck my tits."

Ginny felt so slutty and excited. This was what she wanted to try
but she was concerned about how far it would go. Confronted with
the reality, she wasn't really sure she could go down on another
girl and she hoped Sheila wouldn't make her.

"Touch me, honey," Sheila said softly. " Give me your hand."

Sheila took Ginny's hand again and brought it down to her pussy.
She didn't want to make Ginny do more than she was comfortable
with, but she did want to come. Ginny moved her fingers over the
cotton of Sheila's panties and stroked her pussy through the thin
fabric. It was hot and soft and wet and felt wonderful. She could
feel Sheila's clitoris under her fingertips and she gently
massaged the nub.

"Oooh, yeah, Gin," Sheila moaned. "That's the way. Make mecome."

Ginny stepped up her pace and began rubbing Sheila's pussy in
earnest, while sucking and nipping on her breasts. It didn't take
long before Sheila was really getting into this. Ginny brought
her hand up and slipped it underneath the waistband of Sheila's
panties. Immediately, she was rewarded with a gush of lubricant
as her finger dipped between Sheila's pussy lips. Ginny's index
finger slid inside Sheila's vagina causing the woman to gasp in
pleasure. As Ginny pulled her finger out, she brought it and
rubbed her clitoris.

The rubbing, fingering and sucking sent Sheila over the edge and
as Ginny's index finger plunged back to her vagina, she came in a
great gasp, her muscles pinching Ginny's finger firmly. Ginny
kept her hand on the other girl's pussy until she came down from
her orgasm, then she withdrew her finger and sat back on her
heels. She was conscious of the warm wetness on her hand and she
rubbed her fingers together, Sheila took Ginny's hand in hers and
smiled up at the girl.

"That was wonderful, honey. Thanks," she said gratefully.

"I liked it, too," Ginny said.

After Sheila left, Ginny turned to Connor, a little embarrassed
at what she had done. He hugged her and she felt his desire press
against her. As he went down on her, she pretended he wasSheila.

The End.

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