Author: Backstory
Title: Sandra's Submission 01: Sandra's Problem
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: Sandra's Submission
Summary: Sandra explores her sexual feeling with her friend Laurie, and ends up agreeing to a blind date.
Keywords: MF, oral, intro

by Backstory
will.backstory@googlemail.com

Chapter 1: Sandra's Problem
(MF oral intro)

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!
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This story is intended for individuals above the age of 21 or above whatever age the local jurisdiction of the reader would dictate.  None of the characters of situations are real, or even based on any real people or events.
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Chapter 1: Sandra's Problem (MF oral intro)

"I get hit on plenty, it's just not by the right kind of guys."  Sandra shifted in her chair, adjusting her sandy blonde hair as she spoke.  Her friend, Laura, stared at her intently through dark-rimmed, rectangular glasses.

"What kind of guy are you looking for?" she asked.

"Oh, I don't know.  Not what I find.  The kind of men I attract are all weak, wussy dopes.  They want me to make all the moves."

"I figured you'd like that."

"Just because I'm a successful businesswoman doesn't mean I want to be on top all the time.  It probably doesn't help I'm almost six feet tall with small tits.  It must be so easy for you, you're barely five feet tall..."

"I'm five four."

"Right.  You're five four, you have big tits, and you're cute.  Every guy in the world wants a woman like you."

"Well, I have trouble with the married ones, sometimes."  They laughed.  "No, but seriously, you're a beautiful woman.  And big tits aren't everything, yours are great.  You're skinnier than me...  So you're not attracting Mr. Right, right now.  Even if you have to have sex with a few wussy men while you look, at least that's better than never getting laid."

Sandra shifted, uncomfortably.  "Laurie... I've... never had sex."

Laurie shook her head lightly, in disbelief.  "Never?"

"Never."

"Wow."  They sat silently for a moment, then Laurie looked up suddenly.  "Hey, maybe you're a lesbian!"

"A Lesbian?  I don't think so..."

A devious smile crept over Laurie's face.  She ran a hand provocatively across one of her breasts, then squeezed it gently.  "Are you sure?"

Sandra looked over at Laura's small frame and large round breasts.  She could see that Laura was pretty, but if she were a lesbian, shouldn't she feel something like excitement, or desire?  "I'm pretty sure.  You think just because I've never had sex at my age that I must be a lesbian?"

"Not necessarily.  It took me a while to admit to myself that I was bisexual."

Sandra almost choked on her soda.  "You're bi?"

"Yeah, are you surprised?"

"Yeah, I guess so.  So you've... you know..."

"I've what?  Licked pussy?  Hell yes, I have."

"Oh my God."  Sandra covered her mouth, almost giggling.

"Yeah, does that disgust you?"

"No, no, of course not.  I just never knew that about you."

"Yeah, well, an old boyfriend got me started with other women a few years back.  I still prefer men, and every time I've been with a woman it was in a threesome, so I guess I'm not hard core bi."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"So, back to MY issues."

"Hey, being bi is not an 'issue'."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Yeah, okay, 'whatever', maybe you should let me lick your pussy, then you'll know for sure if you're a lesbian or not."

Sandra burst out laughing.  "No, no, no, don't you dare."

"Okay, I'm sorry, was that weird?"

"Um, a little, but it's okay.  Were you serious?"

Laurie raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.  Sandra wasn't sure what to think about all this, so she came back to the original question.  "So what am I supposed to do?"

"Well, I don't know.  You've never had sex?"

"Never."

"Have you ever done ANYTHING?"

She was quiet for a moment then spoke.  "Well, actually, when I was fifteen something happened."

"Fifteen?"

"Yeah.  I was at a party, and we were playing this game where if you were picked, you had to go inside a closet with a guy for three minutes."

"Yeah, kissing in a closet doesn't count."

"No, we didn't kiss."

"Then it DEFINITELY doesn't count."

"When he leaned in to kiss me, we lost our balance and he fell right on top of me.  The way we landed, my hand grabbed right onto his dick."

"Oh, shit!"

"Yeah, he was rock hard, too.  The weird thing was, I didn't let go.  I just kept holding onto it.  I don't know why.  So we're just sitting there, breathing hard, my hand holding his dick through his pants, and I'm scared as shit of what's happening."

"Is that all that happened?"

"Oh no.  I don't know how long it was, but he stood up, and unbuttoned his pants.  I couldn't see anything, but all of a sudden I feel his hand on my head.  He gets a fistful of my hair and I feel his dick right in front of my face, brushing my nose and my lips.  He whispers for me to open my mouth."

"Oh, my God, you didn't."

Sandra hesitated, remembering that day in the dark closet.  "I did.  I opened my mouth and let him put his dick in.  He kind of moved it in and out for the rest of our three minutes, whatever was left."

"Wow.  Did you guys get caught?"

She shook her head.  "No.  They counted down from ten before they opened the door and he stopped what he was doing, and got himself together."

"Did he cum?"

She shrugged.  "I don't think so."

"Ha ha... you'd know.  So you've regretted this two minute blowjob your whole life, and you've been a virgin ever since?"

"No... I mean, I never regretted it. In fact, I used to think about it all the time.  Whenever I'd see him in the hall, I'd secretly wish he do something... take me into the boys room and make me finish the job... something like that.

"Damn..."

"Yeah, but he had a girlfriend, and he wouldn't even admit it had happened at all."

"Jesus.  And I thought I was the one with the bomb today."

"Yeah.  You know... you know how I said I don't know what kind of man I'm looking for?  Well, maybe what I'm looking for is something like what happened with Tom - that was his name - a guy who isn't looking to see what I want him to do.  What if what I really want is a guy who just does what he wants with me.  Is that wrong?"

"No, why would it be?"

She sighed.  "I don't know.  It just doesn't seem like something I'm supposed to want."

"What you want is what you want.  Denying it won't change anything.  By the way, you're definitely not a lesbian."

Sandra laughed.  "No, I didn't think so.  So, I'm still no better off, though.  How would I even find a guy like that?

"Well," she looked at Sandra for a minute.

"Would you like me to set you up with somebody?"

"Oh, Laurie, I don't know.  I'd feel like such a loser."

"No, you should try it.  he's a friend of a friend.  His name is James."

Sandra didn't really like the idea of a blind date, but maybe it was worth a try.

"He's not a psycho is he?"

"No, no, no... and I really think you might like him.  Do you want me to set this up?"

Sandra took a long, deep breath, then let it out.  "Yeah, sure, why not?"

"Laurie smiled and clapped once.  Good.  I'll set it up."
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