Jennifer Explores (MF,rom,light bd)
by Philip Harris

This first thing he did once he took Jennifer's panties off 
was to tie her wrists to ropes looped about each of her 
legs.  The bonds kept her hands between her legs, letting 
them reach nowhere else.  Then he slipped rings on both of 
her middle fingers.  The rings held tiny bells that jingled 
at her slightest movement.

"That's so you'll make music while you masturbate," he told 
her as he began unbuttoning Jennifer's blouse.

Jennifer had come here willingly.  

"Don't you ever have heterosexual fantasies?" he'd asked 
her.  

She was waiting outside of class, outside of one of 
Heather's classes, waiting for Heather.  Jennifer and 
Heather made no secret of being lesbian lovers.  Heather 
was out of the closet when Jennifer met her--when Heather 
first seduced Jennifer.

"Everybody can see what you are," Heather had said.  
"You're just doing yourself a disservice by hiding in the 
closet."

"I'm not hiding," Jennifer had answered, "it's my choice to 
keep my sexual interests private."

"But then boys bother you because you're so pretty," 
Heather had argued.

But it didn't really bother Jennifer that men thought she 
was pretty.  She liked men, she just didn't like them that 
way.

Heather was Jennifer's first real lover, her first lover to 
make it all the way inside Jennifer's pants and inside 
Jennifer.  

"I want you to move in with me," Heather had said on the 
first morning they'd woken up together.  It was a demand 
more than a request, and from the moment Jennifer moved in 
with Heather, Heather had told everybody that they were 
lovers.  Heather outted Jennifer.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not attracted to guys," Jennifer said.  
She was answering the rude boy who had asked her about 
heterosexual fantasies.  He had just walked up to her and 
asked her, right there in the school hallway while she was 
waiting for Heather.

"I'll bet you'd like it rough," he said.  "You'd like being 
tied to a bed, where you can't say no."

"Yuck!  That's not what I'd like at all!" Jennifer said.

"Why don't you think about it," he urged.  "It wouldn't be 
your fault if you couldn't say no.  There'd be nothing for 
you to feel guilty about.  And there'd be no reason for you 
to tell anyone.  Only you would have to know."

The class let out then, and by the time Heather joined 
Jennifer the rude boy was gone.

Jennifer knew who he was, sort of.  He was in her major, 
maybe a year ahead of her.  She'd seen him in jazz band.

The next week he was there again.  Jennifer knew that he 
must have been waiting for her.  She didn't like 
confrontations, but they sometimes happened with people who 
didn't understand about lesbianism.  He probably thought he 
could seduce her, convert her somehow.

"Hi," he said, smiling pleasantly.

"Hi," Jennifer answered.  

Secretly she had hoped that he'd be there.  She had been 
thinking about what he'd said.  Since she met Heather, 
Jennifer didn't have straight male friends anymore.  All 
the guys she knew were gay.  Straight men were 
uncomfortable around Heather.  That was Heather's own 
fault, Jennifer knew, Heather deliberately made them feel 
uncomfortable.  Heather hated straight men.

The rude boy waited without speaking further, looking at 
Jennifer expectantly.

"Look," she said, "I know what you want, but Heather and I 
. . ."

"What I want is for you to come to my place sometime when 
Heather is not around," he interrupted.

"I'm not interested," Jennifer said.

"Nobody will see you.  Nobody will have to know anything."

"Heather is always around," Jennifer answered.  "I couldn't 
go out without her knowing about it."

"Don't you have friends of your own whom you visit with?  
Don't you ever study by yourself?"

"Heather always comes with me whenever I visit friends," 
Jennifer answered.  "All of my friends are Heather's 
friends."

It was true, she realized, that since meeting Heather she 
didn't have any friends of her own at all.

"What about when you study?"

"The only time I study alone is when I go to the ear-
training lab," Jennifer said.  The ear-training lab was for 
music majors only.  It was just a set of study carrels in 
the music department with tape players and headphones.

"I've seen you there on Thursdays," he said.  "Why don't 
you come to my apartment this Thursday instead?"

"I'm not really interested," Jennifer answered, after 
hesitating.  Students started coming out of the classroom 
then and he disappeared again before Heather showed up.

On Thursday he was there at the ear-training lab.

"I told you that I'm not interested," Jennifer said as soon 
as he approached her.

"Do you have any experience with boys?" he asked.

"Of course I do!" Jennifer snapped back.

"I think that's a lie," he said.  His voice hadn't been 
mean or reproachful.

"Look, why are you interested in me?" Jennifer asked.

"Because I want you," he said.  "I think you're beautiful, 
and when I first saw you I decided that I wanted you.  But 
then somebody told me that you're a dyke, so I tried to 
forget about you--but I can't."

"I'm sorry," Jennifer said, "but lots of people don't get 
to sleep with the people they want to sleep with."

He went away.  Jennifer tried to do her ear-training 
homework, but she couldn't concentrate.  He just wants to 
fuck me, he doesn't really love me, she told herself.  He 
just wants to fuck a lesbian, and then probably brag about 
it.  But Jennifer felt upset with herself, because she did 
believe him.

"What makes you think I'd like it rough?" she asked.  A 
week had passed.  Jennifer had felt bad again when he 
wasn't waiting outside of Heather's classroom, but when she 
got to her Thursday ear training he was waiting for her.

"Because I've watched you with your dyke friend Heather," 
he said.  "I know that you like to be the submissive one."

"Heather isn't rough with me," Jennifer said, lying a 
little bit.

"That's because she's not a man.  She can't be rough in the 
same way that a man can."

"Oh, you mean like break my bones and things?"

"No, I mean that together you can't be a man and a woman.  
She can't put a man's hands on you.  When she holds your 
breasts she holds them like a woman.  It's just like you 
were touching yourself."

"You don't have a clue what you're talking about!"

"It's true that I'm just guessing," he said, "but isn't it 
also true what I'm saying?"

Jennifer had undergone internal conflict she'd met him.  
She felt guilty for thinking about him, she felt as if she 
were betraying Heather, but she also felt guilty, in some 
ways, about ignoring him.

Jennifer knew that her parents loved her and that they 
tried to understand about her and Heather, but she also 
knew they secretly hoped that she was just going through a 
phase.  What about grandchildren?  They'd never asked her 
that, but she could tell it was constantly in their minds.

And most of her other relatives didn't know.  Did Jennifer 
owe it to them, her family, to try a little bit harder to 
be "normal?"  Would it really be so bad for her to grow up 
and get married and have kids and do all the "normal" 
things?

But there was also Heather, and all of Jennifer and 
Heather's friends.  It would be betraying them.  

Well, a few of them were bisexual.  There was nothing wrong 
with that; was there?  There really wasn't any betrayal 
about being bisexual.

No, it was just Heather.  If Jennifer cheated she'd be 
cheating on Heather.

"I can't cheat on Heather," Jennifer said.  She hesitated 
for long seconds, and then added, "That's final.  I don't 
want to talk about this again."

"Just tell me the truth," he asked, "you've never gone all 
the way with a boyfriend, have you?"

"Not all the way, no," Jennifer admitted.  It was a secret 
she'd only ever shared with Heather.  Virginity with boys 
was something they both had in common.

"Don't you think you ought to do it once?"

"Is that all you want?" Jennifer asked.  The truth is that 
she did think she should do it at least once.

"No, that's not all I want.  I want all of you that Heather 
has," he said, "but I'm willing to settle for just once if 
I have to."

"Let me think about it," Jennifer said.

Heather was definitely suspicious.  She followed Jennifer 
even more closely than before and monopolized conversations 
more than usual.  While they were at a mall Heather accused 
Jennifer of "shopping with her eyes," although she 
evidently didn't suspect that Jennifer was shopping men.

At night they did not sleep as closely together in bed.  
They had sex less often, and Jennifer enjoyed it less.  

Then suddenly one night Heather wasn't able to make 
Jennifer cum.  She became angry, and then forceful.  Not 
rough!, Jennifer thought ironically to herself.  Heather 
was so rough that Jennifer cried in pain and drew herself 
away.  Now she couldn't possibly cum.  Heather yelled at 
her hysterically, and then broke down crying.

Jennifer had never seen Heather cry before.  She felt sorry 
for Heather, but was inwardly struck with distaste at 
Heather's emotions.  A man would beat me, but he wouldn't 
cry, Jennifer thought to herself.  A man would be strong; 
he would be dependable.

Jennifer felt ashamed of herself for these thoughts.  
Heather was as dependable as any man.

But things were changed between them.  After that Jennifer 
and Heather stopped having sex altogether, and Heather left 
her alone more often.  Heather found excuses to leave 
Jennifer at home while she went out by herself.  Heather 
stayed out very late, and once she stayed out all night 
without offering any explanation the next day.

Jennifer began to think about having babies.  Before, she 
had been confident in her lesbian identity.  Deciding that 
she was a lesbian had been a scary but welcome revelation 
in her life.  She'd been happy with her choice.  She'd felt 
in control; she'd felt that she was exerting her free will.

But now at night she had sex dreams of Todd, the boy who'd 
been bothering her, the boy who was responsible for all her 
troubles.  A week ago she hadn't even known his name, and 
now she thought of it so often that she had to be careful 
and not answer, "Okay, Todd," when Heather said she was 
going out.  

At night Jennifer dreamed of lying spread-legged beneath 
Todd as he fucked her.  She dreamed of feeling him cum 
inside her, and then of her belly growing instantly big 
with child.  She dreamed of giving birth, of Todd standing 
beside her in the hospital as their new baby suckled at her 
milky breast.  

She dreamed of her parents being proud of her.  She dreamed 
of pushing a stroller down the street and everyone smiling 
at her, everyone being pleased for her.  She dreamed of 
talking to other young mothers.  They were all happy to be 
living successful, normal lives.

Jennifer started thinking up baby names during the daytime.  
Boy's names--she wanted to have a boy first--and then she 
started thinking of girl's names for his little sister.  
"I'm really bad at being a lesbian," Jennifer muttered 
aloud to herself one evening.  She picked up the telephone 
and called Todd.

"I want to fuck," she said.

"When?" Todd asked.

"Right away.  Right now!"

What should she bring with her?  A toothbrush?  A pillow?  
She'd once heard a girl say that boys never had more than 
one pillow for their bed.  Well that was silly, because she 
wasn't going to stay all night.  Half an hour later 
Jennifer rang the doorbell at Todd's apartment building.  
When he opened the door she was standing in the hallway, 
clutching a pillow and a toothbrush.

After a brief "hi" Todd took her right to his bedroom.  He 
took her pillow and placed it on his bed, which already had 
two pillows.  He put her toothbrush on top of his messy 
dresser.  He kissed her.

"Nervous?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jennifer admitted.  It was true that at 21 years 
old she'd never been alone with a boy in his bedroom 
before.

"Get on the bed, I want to undress you," he said.

"I thought maybe we could talk a little bit first," 
Jennifer objected, but she was already sitting on the bed 
and Todd was untying her sneakers.

"Don't help," he said as she reached down to pull off her 
socks, "remember, none of this is your choice."

"That's okay," Jennifer said, "I know what I'm doing here."

"No you don't," Todd said.  "Maybe you came here out of 
curiosity.  Maybe you think you might still leave without 
doing anything.  But it's not going to be that way.  No 
matter what you decide you want, I'm not letting you leave 
until I've fucked you."

Jennifer said nothing as he pushed her backward on the bed 
and stripped off her jeans, placing her own pillow beneath 
her rump.  He immediately pulled her panties off and spread 
her legs apart.  Jennifer felt thrilled at the look in his 
eyes.  Maybe it was true that he loved her, he was looking 
between her legs with delight.

"You didn't know that I had a stud there, did you?" she 
teased as he touched the little stud that pierced the hood 
over her clit.  Heather had made her get it so that her 
clit was constantly rubbed whenever she walked.

"Show me how it works," he said.  He reached beneath his 
bed and brought up ropes, which he tied about her thighs, 
all the way up.  Then he tied her wrists to her thighs and 
knotted the ends together so that her hands couldn't reach 
anywhere but between her legs.  Jennifer heard a tiny 
jingling as he took something from a desk drawer.  He 
slipped rings on to each of her middle fingers.  The rings 
had little bells that jingled with her every movement.

"That's so you'll make music for me while you masturbate," 
he said.

Jennifer pulled back on her clit stud with the fingers of 
her left hand, exposing her clitoris.  For a brief moment 
she missed Heather's breath; Heather always blew on 
Jennifer's clit when it first came into sight.

With the fingers of her right hand Jennifer began rubbing 
around and on her clit.  The bell jingled with each rub.

Todd began unbuttoning Jennifer's blue blouse, opening her 
blouse fully as he undid each button so that her white-bra-
cupped breasts spread her shirt open fully while the button 
just beneath them was still buttoned.

The bell was jingling merrily now, rapidly.  The last time 
a boy had opened Jennifer's shirt was in high school, and 
she hadn't had nearly as much to show him then.

Todd left Jennifer open-bloused while he knelt on the bed 
and began undressing himself.  Jennifer's confession bell 
was ringing almost constantly and her bra cups trembled 
with sex-movement as Todd's underwear came off.  

God, this was a real turn-on, she realized.  Jennifer had 
been worried that she wouldn't get horny for a guy.

Suddenly the tinkling stopped as Jennifer, momentarily 
forgetful of her bonds, tried to reach toward Todd's now 
exposed cock.  Oh, god it looked good!

"Make yourself cum, you pretty little lezzie you," Todd 
said, smiling wickedly down at Jennifer.  He knelt directly 
over Jennifer's breasts, still in their bra, and began 
stroking his cock just inches from her face.

"Don't cum like that--I want you to fuck me!" Jennifer 
pleaded.

"I'm not going to cum at all until you show me how horny 
you are for a man-fucking," he said.  

Dutifully Jennifer began masturbating again, jingling 
sweetly as she watched him stroke his cock over her body.

They came together, Jennifer moaning in self-climax, and 
Todd grunting as thick streams of cum snaked down from his 
cock and soaked wetly into Jennifer's bra.  He wiped his 
cock clean on her bra cups.  Jennifer felt his cum soaking 
through to her skin, but he was careful not to let any get 
on her directly.

"There," he said, kissing Jennifer very lightly on her 
lips, "you see, you're still a virgin, but you're no longer 
a lesbian."

Unbuttoning her blouse fully now, Todd pushed Jennifer's 
bra straps down from her shoulders.  "And you won't be 
allowed to leave here a virgin, either," he added.

Reaching beneath her body, touching his still-dripping cock 
to her belly as he did so, he unhooked her bra and pushed 
the cups up off her breasts.

These are very beautiful, he said, cupping her breasts with 
his hands.  Small breasts as a teenager had helped lead 
Jennifer toward lesbianism.  Teenage boys overlooked girls 
who had small breasts.  Now Jennifer had grown into B cups, 
much more than she'd had before, and she felt very pleased 
at hearing a boy praise them.

"Let's have a taste," Todd said, and burying his face into 
her left breast, he sucked savagely at her small, pink 
nipple.  He squirmed his hips until his cock touched 
Jennifer's bound hands.  She stroked it, wonderfully aware 
that she was stroking him to new erection just inches from 
her bare and open vagina.

"Let's see how they'd look dripping milk," Todd said, now 
taking his face from her freshly-sucked right nipple.  He 
swirled his finger in a cum-messy part of Jennifer's bra, 
and then decorated both of her nipples with the result.

"Why you look sweet enough to drink from," Todd said.  He 
swirled his finger on Jennifer's left nipple again, then 
presented the cum-dipped fingertip to Jennifer's lips.  
Jennifer, who'd never tasted man cum, tried to lick a small 
taste, but Todd thrust his finger between her lips and make 
her suck on it.

"You're going to have to get used to the taste of male 
cum," he told her.  "My little dyke girl has got to learn 
to be a cum drinker."

"Please don't call me that," Jennifer asked.  She wasn't 
sure what she was going to be in the future.  This was all 
new to her.  She liked him tying her, she'd definitely 
liked seeing him cum on her, and she was sure now that she 
wanted to be fucked tonight, but this was still just an 
experiment to her.  Maybe tomorrow she could go back with 
Heather and everything would be forgiven and forgotten?

Todd was rubbing his cock on Jennifer's tits now, pulling 
both of her nipples upward and rubbing them back and forth 
with his cock between them.  Jennifer's tits were firm and 
small so they didn't come together, but he evidently got a 
good ride out of them anyway.  His cock was half erect 
again when he finished.

Todd leaned forward, leaning over Jennifer's face as he 
held himself on all fours.  Jennifer opened her mouth and 
be began face fucking her.  Heather had done this to 
Jennifer with a dildo, so she wasn't totally unskilled.

"I want to hear bells again," he said, and Jennifer began 
masturbating musically for a second time.

"Finger fuck yourself, because I'm going inside you," he 
said.

"Murfph," Jennifer answered.  She suddenly wanted to say 
something important but couldn't speak with her mouth full 
of cock.

After several minutes Todd withdrew his cock from her mouth 
and Jennifer could finally speak.

"I don't have BC," she said.

"That's okay, I don't want you with any," Todd answered.  
He was positioning his body over hers for vaginal 
penetration.

"No, please," she said.  "I've changed my mind about this 
if you're not going to wear a condom."  Suddenly all her 
dreams of having a baby became too real.

"I told you, you don't have any choice in this," Todd 
replied.

Jennifer closed her legs.

"Please," she pleaded.  "Please just wear a condom."

"No," he said.  "I'm not going to wear a condom and I'm not 
going to let you go home a virgin.  Open your legs!"

"No," Jennifer said determinedly.

"I can just turn you over and bend you over the bed," Todd 
pointed out.

"Oh, yeah," Jennifer said, understanding now the difference 
between a man being rough with her and another woman 
playing at being rough.  He could do it to her, actually 
make her have a baby even if she didn't want to.  She 
spread her legs apart and felt Todd's cock penetrate her.  

The fucking felt very, very good.  Jennifer felt like all 
the other sex she'd had in her life was just practice for 
this.  When she came it caught her unexpectedly.  That was 
from him cumming inside her, she realized.  The warmth of 
his cum had trigged a very satisfying orgasm even before 
she'd felt ready.  Yes, she thought to herself as she 
contemplated his cum within her, yes, I do like being 
fucked by a man!

Todd lay on top of her afterward, leaving his cock inside 
her.  She wanted to ask him if he really loved her, but she 
felt it would be a stupid question.  He could say anything.  
It didn't matter now.  He had her tied.  Nobody knew that 
she was here.  He could fuck her all that he wanted.  He 
could keep her here and fuck her forever.

Jennifer ended up staying the night.  Heather had stayed 
out a whole night, and so could she, Jennifer decided.  
Besides, Todd didn't untie her until after midnight.  He 
let her get up from the bed, but she couldn't dress herself 
with her hands tied.  They had sex twice more that evening 
before he untied her.  Jennifer had wanted to have sex 
again, but she had no choice about it anyway.

There was a big scene with Heather when Jennifer got home 
of course, so that very evening she moved out of the 
apartment she had shared with Heather and moved in with 
Todd.  Jennifer had no place else to go.  

For a while Todd and Jennifer lived together happily.  She 
introduced him to her parents as her boyfriend, which 
pleased them very much.  Todd said that he wanted to marry 
Jennifer, but she felt unsure.  

After a year she moved into an apartment on her own.  
Jennifer decided that she was not a lesbian, but she wasn't 
sure that she was a heterosexual either.  She decided that 
her exploration of herself and her sexuality was still just 
beginning.  

For her first night at her own place she celebrated by 
getting some ropes for her new bed and inviting a "bi-
curious" girl over for the evening.  

"Let's just do a little kissing first," the girl said when 
Jennifer started undressing her, but Jennifer had already 
tied the girl's hands together.

"You can change your mind if you want to," Jennifer said, 
spreading open the girl's blouse as she unbuttoned it, "you 
don't have to want to do this, but I'm still not letting 
you go home a 'virgin'."

-end-

More stories by Philip Harris can be found on 
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