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Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nothing significant happened for a few days, though Marianne
continued coming over to my house after school. The weather
had remained pleasant into October, and I usually found her
by the pool. We would share a beer or a bong load, go
inside for an hour or two of fooling around, then she would
go home. Hayley came over again on Thursday, and I enjoyed
them together as I had that afternoon.
On Friday afternoon, she called me at work.
"Hi, babe."
"Kitten. What's up?"
"You haven't forgotten about the game tonight?"
"No. What do you need me to do?"
"The game starts at seven forty-five, so try to be there at
seven-thirty." She gave me directions to the field.
"You'll want to get a seat right down front."
"Uh-huh. And just what is going to happen here?"
She giggled.
"You'll see."
"Will I?"
Another giggle.
"Be patient. I'll see you tonight."
I left work at six-thirty and went home to change into jeans
and a sweatshirt. Marianne's school was a couple of miles
from my house, and I arrived at the stadium at around seven-
twenty. In the back of my mind, I could not help but think
that the girls would somehow chicken out of this idea. I
had not been to a high school football game in almost twenty-
five years (since graduating myself), but from what I
remembered, I could not see how the cheerleading squad could
possibly perform their duties under such exposed conditions.
I followed the other students and parents onto the field and
toward the bleachers. Marianne's team was out on the field
stretching, and I tried to disguise myself amongst the crowd
lest the boys who had come by my house a few weeks before
see me. I wasn't afraid of them; I just saw no point in
another scene.
As I reached the home team bleachers, I saw the cheerleaders
standing around in a clump not far from the team bench. I
counted six--apparently Anne and Melinda, whatever their
reasons, were boycotting tonight's game. I wondered if they
had said anything to anyone about this dare.
I saw Marianne, and she saw me a moment later. She jumped
up and down waving.
"Steve!"
As I got closer, I got a better look at their outfits, and
if I had been gripped by doubt before, I was now positively
incredulous. They wore fairly typical cheerleading
uniforms, sleeveless polyester tops and short pleated
skirts. Were they really going commando tonight, a single
gust of wind would expose them all.
Marianne bounced up to me, but stopped short about five feet
away. I resisted the urge to kiss her in front of the
entire school.
"Hi!"
"Hey."
"Come sit over here."
She directed me to the first row bench just behind the
cinder block wall dividing the field from the bleachers. I
stayed on my feet, and she leaned against the wall. When I
gave her skirt a searching look, she grinned.
"We're not doing anything yet. We're going back into the
locker room in a minute."
"You're really going to do this?"
"Yep."
"Does anyone else know?"
"I don't think so. I threatened to get Anne and Melinda
thrown off the squad if they said anything."
"How?"
She smiled.
"I have my ways. But I'm the captain, didn't I mention
that?"
"No. How are you going to do the cheers?"
"We'll be careful. We'd probably get suspended if anything
happened. It's just for thrills, not to flash people."
"It might happen anyway."
Another evil grin.
"Yep. You never know what might happen accidentally."
I looked over at the other girls, seeing Ashley, Tiffany,
and Giselle. Giselle waved at me. There were two other
girls with them, one a short, athletic blonde, the other an
Asian girl about Marianne's height.
"Jan and Cindi," Marianne said. "Jan is the blonde. See
anything you like?"
She looked up at me innocently, hands clasped behind her
back.
"We'll see."
"Okay. We have to go get ready. Have fun."
"You too."
She giggled and bit her lip, then went back over to the
other cheerleaders. After some nervous giggles and
whispers, the six them waved to the crowd and ran back
toward the locker room.
The other team came out to stretch and warm up, and I used
the time to look around at the other fans. I saw mostly
other students, none of whom paid any attention to me, no
doubt taking me for a parent. If anyone had made anything
of my brief conversation with Marianne, I couldn't tell.
At about twenty to seven, the cheerleaders reappeared with
the school spirit squad to cheer their team onto the field.
I could tell immediately from the tense expressions on their
faces and the repeated sideways glances and nervous grins
that they had done it. They walked slowly, legs together,
and most of them (though not Marianne) had hands at their
sides trying holding their skirts in place without being
obvious about it.
I grew tense myself just looking at them, and my hands grew
cold and damp. I laughed at myself nervously. This had
nothing to do with me--even if they all chose to flash the
crowd, no one would have any reason to connect the incident
to my presence. But I was filled with excited tension just
the same.
The spirit squad held up a big paper banner, and the
cheerleaders began yelling and waving their pom-poms. But
they did not jump around. At all. Twelve feet remained
planted firmly on the turf.
The football team ran through the banner to much cheering
and applause. The cheerleaders followed the team over to
the sidelines as carefully as they could manage.
When they got near the bleachers, Marianne gave me a nervous
grin. I shook my head, looking over the six of them. Only
Giselle and Marianne appeared to be enjoying this; the other
four seemed too apprehensive about exposing themselves to
think clearly.
Marianne began a cheer, one that involved a certain amount
of swaying and butt wiggling. I watched the hemlines
carefully. I saw nothing untoward, but I hardly needed to.
I kept thinking that I could go out there and get a double
handful of teenage pussy with very little effort.
The game began, but I paid no attention to it. I watched
the crowd, continually laughing to myself at how no one
seemed to have the slightest idea what was going on. The
fans had only mild interest in the cheerleaders, and turned
their eyes from the game only when Marianne tried to get a
cheer going. If only they knew what they were missing, I
thought.
About fifteen minutes into the game, the squad began another
cheer routine, this time right in front of me. Marianne was
grinning at me, and I realized something was about to
happen.
The girls cheered and sang, squatting down halfway and
wiggling their butts in time with their pom-poms. They came
up slowly, and then Marianne (who was in front, leading the
other five) jumped into the air.
There it was--as she came down, the front of her skirt
lifted up just enough to expose her sex. It was a half-
second flash, if that. Only someone watching the exact
spot, as I was, would have seen it. I glanced around at the
other fans, seeing no reaction. Most of them weren't even
watching the cheer.
I turned back to the cheerleaders, seeing an evil grin on
Marianne's face. Giselle came up beside her as the cheer
ended, and both of them dropped down into front-and-rear
splits, front legs pointed right at me. They came down
slowly enough not to send their skirts flying up, but right
after they hit the ground, Marianne again flashed me from
just behind her pom-pom, and Giselle did the same thing a
moment later.
I realized I had been holding my breath, and I forced myself
to exhale as the two girls got carefully to their feet,
knowing grins on their faces. I wiped the beads of sweat
from my hairline as I checked the crowd behind me. Again,
it appeared that they had gotten away with it.
For the rest of the half, they behaved themselves, and when
the halftime whistle blew (with Marianne's team ahead 13-6),
they regrouped on one of the benches near my seat. Marianne
and Giselle walked over to me about a minute later.
"Enjoying the game?" Marianne asked.
"Yeah."
"You look kind of tense," Giselle said. "Do you feel okay?"
"Yeah, you look all sweaty and nervous. Is anything wrong?"
I glanced down at their skirts.
"I'll survive."
Marianne put both hands above her head, stretching.
"I think I pulled a muscle earlier," she said to Giselle.
"Do you think you can help me do a hamstring stretch?"
"Sure. Do you want to lie down or just put your leg up on
my shoulder?"
I knew they were kidding--honest--but for a split second, I
had a shock at the image they had put into my head. They
both burst out laughing. Marianne reached down to rub the
back of her thigh.
"It really hurts. Could you help her, Steve?"
I noticed a couple of students nearby watching this exchange
with curious looks on their faces, and fought to maintain my
calm.
"You might want to check with the trainer about that."
"Nah, we can just do it here. Here, grab my ankle."
Giselle squatted down and took Marianne's ankle. As
Marianne braced herself on the wall, Giselle lifted her leg
up about three feet before I couldn't take this charade any
longer. I grabbed Marianne's arm in horror.
She laughed at me.
"What? What's wrong?"
She stood there with her leg parallel to the ground. The
pleats of her skirt hung down on either side of her thigh.
She had, at best, about two inches of coverage. The
slightest puff of wind would expose her completely. She was
facing the end zone right now, not the crowd, but someone
walking up the field from the right angle might well see
straight up her skirt.
"How does that feel?" Giselle asked.
Marianne reached under her skirt to rub at her thigh.
"Mmm. That's good. A little higher."
Giselle raised Marianne's ankle another six inches. I stood
frozen to the spot. There was nothing I could do now
without attracting attention. Very carefully, I looked
around us. No one was really watching except the other four
cheerleaders, who sat on the bench about ten yards away with
amazed looks on their faces.
I looked back at Marianne, who acted utterly unconcerned
with what she was doing. Her leg was now more up than down,
and if Giselle lifted it any higher, Marianne was going to
be displaying a lot more than her flexibility.
She gave me a look of amused triumph, and then nodded to
Giselle.
"That's enough. Thanks."
Giselle dropped Marianne's ankle, and I tried not to
collapse in relief. The two of them stifled giggles before
rejoining the rest of the squad.
I did notice a few people looking in my direction during the
second half, but no one said anything to me. Whatever they
thought or had seen, I didn't want to know. The girls
resumed their cheering, and refrained from flashing me--or
anyone else--the rest of the game.
When the final gun went off (the game ended in a 13-13 tie),
I followed the rest of the crowd out of the stadium. I
lingered around the entrance, wondering if Marianne would
seek me out. She came running up about five minutes later.
"Hey."
"Nice game."
She grinned.
"You think so? You didn't seem to be watching it much."
I laughed.
"I know. What's up?"
"Giselle, Ashley, and Tiffany want to come over. Is that
okay?"
*Four* of them? God, give me strength.
"Uh, yeah. Sure."
"Okay. We have some stuff to do first, but we'll see you in
about an hour."
She gave me a quick peck on the lips and ran back toward the
field. As I watched, I could just get a brief glimpse of
her naked butt under her skirt.
I drove home, crazed images of panty-less cheerleaders
spinning through my head. When I got back, I tried to
straighten up the house for this party, whatever they had
planned. Surely they didn't *all* expect to have sex with
me? Even if I had had sex with all four of them before.
Marianne had said something about Tiffany being jealous of
the other girls. I didn't know what Ashley was thinking,
but the look I had seen in Giselle's eyes several times that
night pretty much told me what she was hoping for. Ye
Gods. I just hoped they didn't kill me.
I had gotten another ounce of Thai dope from my cousin, so I
got it out for the girls. I had enough beer, unless they
really planned on getting drunk. What I wasn't sure I had
enough of was energy for a four-cheerleader orgy.
I heard the front door open about ten o'clock, and then
Marianne calling out.
"Steve?"
"In the den."
The four of them filed into the room a few seconds later.
They had changed back into street clothes, Giselle into
these peach-toned Capri pants with a spaghetti-strap top,
Ashley into shorts, and the other two into jeans. Marianne
wore another one of her cropped baby-tees, and Ashley and
Tiffany wore plain T-shirts, though Tiffany's was just short
enough to expose the stud in her navel.
The settled down around the room, and Marianne sat in my
lap, giving me a long kiss.
"Mmm. I've been wanting to do that all night."
"Me too."
Giselle had already spotted the weed on the coffee table and
went straight toward it. She sat down on the floor next to
the table, and Marianne pulled her bong out of her purse.
The two of them quickly fired things up as I got four beers
out of the refrigerator.
"So what did you think of the game, Steve?" Tiffany asked.
"Very entertaining."
"I still can't believe we did that," Ashley said. "Do you
think anyone saw?"
"I couldn't tell," I said.
"So what if they did?" Marianne said, exhaling a big cloud
of fragrant smoke. "I guarantee you that only a few people
could have seen anything. No one will believe them. That
kind of thing only happens in porn movies."
"Speaking of which," Giselle said, grinning at me.
"Yes?"
"Marianne said you've got quite a video collection."
I pursed my lips in mild embarrassment.
"I think you'll find that, for single men, that's not
unusual."
The four of them laughed, and Tiffany crawled over to the TV
cabinet.
"Let's see what he has."
The girls were soon rooting through my collection and
laughing hysterically at the titles and box covers.
"God! Look at this!" Tiffany exclaimed, holding up a box
with a half-naked Jenna Jameson on the front.
"Those can't be real," Ashley said.
"They're not," I said.
"I don't think any of these girls have real boobs," Giselle
said.
"Oh, my God," Tiffany said, laughing at another one. "Look
at that!"
The other three crowded around to see what she was looking
at.
"No way," Giselle said.
"Is that real?" Tiffany asked.
Marianne glanced at me.
"Do they have fake dicks like they have fake boobs?"
I leaned it to see what they were looking at, a back-cover
shot of some male star's prodigious endowments.
"That's real."
Tiffany's face paled.
"They really get that big?"
"Eww," Giselle said.
"No way in hell I'd ever let that near me," Ashley said.
"Women give birth," Marianne said. "Babies are bigger than
that. I bet you could take it."
Tiffany and Giselle shrieked in laughter.
"I want to watch one of these," Giselle said.
"Me too," Ashley said.
That precipitated about a minute of feverish discussion over
which title to start with. I sat on the couch finishing the
bong load and getting a mild buzz as they settled on one of
the Jenna Jameson tapes. Marianne shoved it into the VCR
and then lay back against me on the couch. Giselle sat at
the far end with my feet and Marianne's on her lap, while
Ashley and Tiffany sat on the floor in front of the
television.
For the next ninety minutes, there was much giggling and
moaning and outright laughter. Though they did get quiet
during the lesbian scenes, no one suggested fast forwarding
over them. The cum shots produced shrieks of embarrassment
and disgust, especially when Peter North splattered about
half a quart of jizz over one girl's tits.
By the time the tape was over, we had gone through about six
or seven bong loads and probably eight or nine beers.
Ashley had replaced Giselle at the end of the couch, and
Marianne was slowly stroking Ashley's bare thigh with her
toes.
Ashley gave me a glance and began rubbing Marianne's foot.
Marianne moved her foot around in Ashley's lap, trying to
pretend the contact was innocent but really doing her best
to dig her heel into Ashley's crotch.
Giselle and Tiffany finally noticed what was going on.
Tiffany gave Giselle a nervous, amazed, look, but stayed
where she was. Giselle just glanced at me, licking her
lips.
Marianne sat up and pulled her legs back under her butt.
Then she pulled her top over her head. Her big tits jutted
forth from her bra, but she removed that a moment later. As
the other two girls watched in amazement, she grabbed
Ashley's head and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
Ashley reacted at first in surprise, but then put her arms
around Marianne. The two girls necked eagerly next to me,
and Marianne dug her hands into Ashley's T-shirt. That, and
her bra, were on the floor after another minute.
I glanced at Giselle and Tiffany. Tiffany merely seemed
shocked and amazed at this display, but if I wasn't seeing
things, Giselle actually seemed to be getting turned on.
Her breathing was deep and ragged, and I could see her
nipples straining against the fabric of her top. She
glanced at me once, eyes fogged with nervous desire, then
back at the other two girls.
Ashley was suckling Marianne's breasts now, and Marianne was
writhing in her lap. Ashley's hand was between Marianne's
legs, rubbing hard upward. All of a sudden, Giselle was on
the couch next to me. She grabbed my head, kissing me
deeply for a few seconds, then turned around to face
Marianne and Ashley, leaning back against me. She put one
of my hands on her breasts and the other between her legs.
I reached up under her top to feel her hard little tits as I
massaged her twat through her pants. She moaned, moving
against me, but continued watching the other girls. I
glanced at Tiffany, now alone on the floor. She got slowly
to her feet, walking up behind Marianne.
She paused briefly in nervous indecision, then put one hand
softly on Marianne's shoulder. Marianne half-turned to face
her. She slid her hand up Tiffany's arm until she reached
her neck. Then she pulled Tiffany down toward her. The two
girls kissed awkwardly, and Tiffany withdrew after a few
seconds.
I had one hand inside Giselle's top and the other inside her
pants now, and she squirmed against me as I played with
her. She turned around once to kiss me, but otherwise
watched the scene in front of us.
Tiffany removed her top and bra now, just as Marianne slid
to the floor in front of Ashley. Ashley's shorts were soon
discarded, and Marianne bent forward, taking Ashley's hips
in her hands and her pussy into her mouth.
Giselle moaned against me as Marianne began eating Ashley.
Tiffany knelt down beside Marianne, watching, but doing
nothing. Ashley arched her back, gripping her breasts in
her hands, straining against the back of the couch.
Marianne's tongue was dipping and fluttering over her lips
and clit, lapping up the sweet honey that flowed out of
Ashley's ginger twat.
Giselle began writhing out of her clothes as if she could no
longer stand to be dressed. She was naked in a few moments,
and I pushed my index finger inside her wet pussy. She
whimpered as I began masturbating her in earnest, keeping my
other hand on her breasts. She squirmed and twisted as if
she wanted to be free from my grip, but the hand that stayed
locked to my wrist between her thighs told me what she
really wanted.
Tiffany still sat next to Marianne with a bewildered look on
her face, as if she wanted to do something but had no idea
what. I motioned to her, and she stood, walking around next
to me. Giselle reached for her, pulling her down, kissing
her. Again, Tiffany responded nervously, letting Giselle
kiss her but doing relatively little in response.
Giselle suddenly climbed off my lap and pushed Tiffany into
her place. Tiffany leaned back against me, moaning
contentedly, as I began playing with her firm breasts.
Giselle crawled over to Ashley and Marianne, threw a leg
over Ashley's waist and Marianne's head, and shoved her
breasts into Ashley's face.
Ashley swiftly pulled Giselle into their lovemaking. She
suckled Giselle's hard little tits as Marianne continued to
suck on Ashley's clit. Then Marianne withdrew, pulling
Giselle down until she was sitting in Ashley's lap. She
slipped two fingers into Giselle, two into Ashley, and used
both hands to finger-fuck them.
The two girls began moaning and rubbing their breasts
together, kissing, sucking on each other as Marianne got
them off. I had Tiffany's jeans down now, and if she was
reluctant to join any of this, she had no problem watching
them while I played with her. I soon had several fingers
inside a pussy myself, and the room was filled with moans
and gasps and the smell of sex.
Ashley came first, bucking her hips against Giselle and
Marianne. Giselle soon joined her, and Tiffany followed
thereafter, thrashing around in my lap.
Ashley and Giselle swiftly removed the rest of Marianne's
clothes and had her back on the couch. Ashley descended
between Marianne's thighs, and Giselle climbed up to suckle
Marianne's big tits.
Tiffany turned around in my lap and dug out my aching
erection. It thereafter disappeared into her hot little
mouth, and she bobbed up and down on me rapidly as I watched
my girlfriend being ravished by two other cheerleaders.
It took Marianne only a minute or two to reach climax under
such attentions, and when she had recovered, she leaned
over, pushing Tiffany out of the way, and began sucking on
me herself.
The other three girls circled around us, removing what
little clothes I had left. I was getting stiff in the
position Marianne had me in (I'm talking muscles here, not
organs), so I pulled her off and stood up.
"I may not make it out of there alive, but I think we should
go up to the bedroom."
The four of them laughed and jumped to their feet. We went
rapidly upstairs, and I was soon buried under a pile of
giggling, squirming, teenage flesh.
Giselle wound up on my face, riding my tongue rapidly.
Someone sat down on my cock--it wasn't Marianne; I knew her
pussy too well by now to know--but I couldn't see who. I
felt a face pushing between my thighs to lick at my balls,
and the body straddling my waist reversed itself. I soon
felt a tongue--this one most likely Marianne's, I thought--
fluttering around the base of my cock and the pussy impaled
upon it.
Someone came up beside Giselle as I sucked on her dripping
twat. I looked up to see that it was Ashley, trying to kiss
her and play with her tits as I ate her. I realized, in
sudden surprise, that that meant it had to be Tiffany on my
dick--and that she was letting Marianne eat her as she
fucked me.
The thought of this, that Tiffany's reluctance was melting
away in the heat of this orgy, raised my already painful
arousal to new heights. I fucked up at Tiffany as best I
could and redoubled my attack on Giselle's sex. Ashley was
straddling my chest now, both hands on Giselle's tits, and
the two of them were doing their best to swallow each
other's tongues.
Giselle began thrashing in climax over my mouth, and I felt
Tiffany pounding down harder on my cock. Someone let out a
shriek--it might even have been me--and my sperm erupted
from my balls in a flood. Too much was going on at once for
me to separate all the spasms and shuddering and climaxes,
and I concentrated simply on finishing Giselle off and
ramming my dick as far into Tiffany as I could get it.
One by one, the bodies pinning me down on the bed slid off.
Giselle and Ashley fell to one side, still holding each
other. Tiffany fell off my dick and lay in a heap at the
end of the mattress. Marianne finally reappeared, climbing
up from between my legs and lying on top of me.
"There you are."
I tried to catch my breath.
"Hey, kitten."
She kissed me, and I could taste Tiffany in her mouth.
"Meow."
She kissed me again. "Having fun?"
"Mmm-hmm. You?"
"Definitely. Not getting tired already, are you?"
I laughed weakly.
"Give me a minute."
"I'll give you something else."
She slid back down to my cock, all sloppy with cum and
Tiffany's spendings, and took it gently into her mouth.
Beside me, Ashley and Giselle began to stir, and I watched
as Giselle turned Ashley on her back and kissed her. The
two girls made out for a few moments before Giselle began
moving down Ashley's body, sucking her nipples, kissing her
navel, and finally reaching her sex. This brought her down
next to Tiffany, who sat up to watch as Giselle ate Ashley
slowly.
Tiffany saw me watching and smiled. She slid off the bed
and came around the other side. Marianne was still sucking
on my limp and protesting penis. Tiffany climbed onto the
bed, and I got her to reverse herself as she lay down. She
watched Marianne for a few moments, and then leaned over to
help.
I pulled Tiffany closer to me, curling around until I could
reach her twat, adorned with that cute silver stud. She
laid her thigh over my head as I began to eat her. I could
taste myself inside her, not that I really cared, and she
rolled her hips slowly against my tongue.
Tiffany and Marianne were taking turns blowing me, licking
and sucking and nibbling all over my cock and balls. Beside
me, I could feel Ashley moving around, and I withdrew long
enough to see what was happening, keeping a few fingers in
Tiffany's pussy so she wouldn't feel neglected.
Giselle was going to town on her red-headed squadmate,
eating her and finger-fucking her--fisting her almost--at
the same time. Ashley was thrashing around on the mattress,
groping at me and Giselle. She cried out, arched her back
as her hands gripped the sheets in tight fists, and came all
over Giselle's face. Giselle didn't stop, and Ashley didn't
appear to want her to. I went back to Tiffany and resumed
my attentions.
The two girls had finally succeeded in restoring my
erection, but Marianne apparently had something more in mind
than straight sex. She crawled around above me, squatting
over my head in a sixty-nine position, and sat down on my
face. As I began licking her delicious blonde pussy, most
of my penis went down her throat.
I felt Tiffany crawling over my legs to help her, and she
was soon licking and sucking on my balls. Marianne
apparently had a lot of pent-up energy after all this, and
it took me only a minute or two of eager lingual massage to
have her spasming and humping my face in orgasm. Her teeth
bit down lightly on my cock as she came, dragging back over
the underside.
As soon as she had recovered, she came up off my mouth and
crawled up to sit on my dick, facing Tiffany, in a reverse
of the situation earlier. I watched Ashley and Giselle
still going at it as I felt myself sinking into Marianne,
the only place, to perfectly honest, that I really wanted to
be tonight.
I sat up behind her, taking her big tits in my hands. She
pulled her knees up under her, leaning back against me. I
saw Tiffany at the end of the bed, watching us, unsure what
to do. Marianne reached for her, and when she got Tiffany's
hair in her hands, Tiffany did not resist her. She bent
forward, nervously, and began to lick at the spot where we
were joined.
I was lost in a fog of sex after that, pumping into Marianne
as Tiffany ate both of us, watching Ashley and Giselle gone
into a sixty-nine, eating each other frantically and
oblivious to the rest of us. I came again eventually, as
did Marianne, Ashley, and Giselle. Tiffany lay beside
Marianne and me when we were done, and Marianne was soon
eating her again. I lost track of things after that. Too
many heads in too many pussies. Lots of orgasms. I fucked
Giselle a bit later, and somehow got off a third time that
night. Someone ate my cum out of her. It might have been
Ashley, but I think maybe it was Marianne. Or both of them.
Finally they left. I lay utterly, completely, exhausted in
bed. I think I fell asleep until someone came climbing back
in with me. It was Marianne, of course. I could sense her
presence even before I took her into my arms.
"Christ," I moaned.
She giggled.
"That was fun."
"Call my lawyer. I want to get you in my will before I
expire."
She snuggled against me.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, kitten."
She meowed again, giggling.
"Tell me something," I asked.
"What?"
"Before our thing with Ashley, you went out of your way to
tell me you weren't into girls, that you would just do it
one night for me. What happened tonight?"
"I don't know. Before all this, I never thought I was."
"I don't want you to keep doing things you're not into just
for my sake."
She pushed herself away from me, taking my head in her hands
and staring into my eyes.
"Whoa. Wait a second. I would *not* be doing this if it
turned me off. If I was as straight as all that, you know,
guys only, no attraction to pussy, the thought of going down
on someone made me sick, not even you could get me to do
this. You could file it away with things that really do
repulse me, like screwing your friends. I love you, but
there's no way I could ever do that."
"I don't want you to."
"All right. But this is different. You saw me tonight.
Did I look turned off? Do you think I was faking all those
orgasms?"
"No. So where did this come from?"
"I don't know. I guess I never really gave it much thought
before I met you. The idea of lesbian sex didn't hold any
attraction for me, but it didn't turn me off either. I
wouldn't have done what we did with Ashley if it had. But I
think now . . ." She paused for a second. "You've had
oysters, right? Raw, on the half shell?"
"Sure. I love them."
"Me too. But before I tried them, I thought they would be
gross. One night at this restaurant, my dad talked me into
eating one. And I found out that I loved them. I think
this might be the same thing. I realize now that fucking
girls is actually cool."
I laughed softly.
"I'm glad to help."
She giggled.
"I'll bet you are."
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