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I swallow, shaking my head. “No, no…not at all.” But shouldn’t I be? A woman just sat here and told me she wants to eat my pussy and fuck me down. Shouldn’t I feel something, other than turned on? “I mean. Yes, I’m a bit surprised that you’d confess all of this to me, but I’m definitely not offended. Or uncomfortable.”
I’ve actually enjoyed it!
Oh, and by the way, I finger-fucked myself to sleep last night with thoughts of you fucking me.
“I’m not into women like that,” I say, hoping it sounds convincing. But shit. Who am I fooling? In all honesty, I’ve found myself at times glancing at certain women and wondering what they’d look like naked, trying to imagine what it would be like tasting them; or them tasting me.
Karalyn scoots over closer to me. “I know you’re straight…” Am I really? “And I know you’re probably not the least bit interested in being with another woman. But, if you were, I hope you’d let me be your first.”
“I’m not a lesbian.”
She smiles. “I never said you were. Having one sexual experience with a woman doesn’t classify you as gay, or automatically make you a lesbian. All I’m saying is, think about it. No pressure. No worries.”
I swallow. “Wow. I really don’t know what to say.”
Umm, hello! How about hell no! How about no thank you!
“You don’t have to say anything,” she says, pouring another drink for herself. “Just think on it while I go hop in the shower.” She stands up and removes her shirt, tossing it on the sofa. She unzips her painted on jeans, then shimmies out of them, leaving them on the floor. I struggle to keep my eyes off of her dimpled, honey-colored ass half-wrapped in a pair of see-through red lace undies that are riding up in her crack. She has a nice ass. I shift my eyes as she bends over, her ass cheeks practically in my face as she reaches for her drink.
Ohmygod, this bitch is real brazen!
I can smell her cunt.
Excited.
Or is that mine?
I fight the impulse to lick my lips. I gulp down the remainder of my drink, swallowing down the urge to cup her ass, to kiss it, to lean in and inhale her. She has piqued my curiosity. My arousal’s heightened. And now I’m…I’m ready to try some new things.
Ohmygod, what is going on with me? No more drinks for me!
Karalyn walks off, unlatching her bra, then dropping it on the floor. “If you want to experience what it’s like to step over into the other side,” she says over her shoulder, “come join me in the shower. And I promise you, what’s done in the cabin will stay in the cabin.” With that said, she whisks off down the hall, leaving me sitting here flustered. And my pussy a sopping wet mess!
I don’t believe this. I shake my head, pouring myself another drink. I gulp it back, along with my nerves.
Girl, look at you all scared! Isn’t this what you’ve wanted? Isn’t this what you’ve spent the last three years fantasizing about? Well, now here’s your chance to experience everything you’ve ever masturbated thinking about firsthand.
I slowly lift myself up from off the sofa, feeling lightheaded from the drinks, Karalyn’s proposition, and the anticipation. I walk down the hallway, half-talking myself out of going through with it. But my curiosity, and yearning desire, get the best of me. And before I come to my senses I am already slipping out of my clothes, leaving a trail behind me; my shirt, my jeans, my bra, my panties all abandoned.
Six
And here I am.
Standing.
Heart beating.
Breath quickening. I am trying to work up the nerve to push open the door and step in, knowing that once I do there is no turning back. I glance down at my feet. Right outside the bathroom door are her panties. Bright red with black trim. Without thought, I pick them up. Hold them in my hand, staring at them, realizing I am oozing juices out of my slit. I shiver, having the sudden urge to sniff them. To bury my whole face into the silken fabric and inhale her scent, sneaking a whiff of her essence. I close my eyes and inhale, deeply. Breathing in everything she is. Sweet. Musky. Wet. Hungry arousal. Her lusty aroma clings to my nostrils, causing my clit to throb. The folds of my own sex swelling with eagerness.
I pull in a deep breath, then push the door open. I stand transfixed at the silhouette behind the sliding glass door. She is watching me watching her. And for a split second, my mind drifts into fantasyland.
“Sooo, are you going to play Peeping Tom,” she says, slicing into my salacious thoughts, “and stand there, gawking, or are you going to come join me?” She laughs.
I blink. “Huh?”
She slides back the shower door and is standing in front of me. My eyes trail her body, then fix on her dark brown nipples, wet and soapy, standing at attention. She repeats the question. A knowing smile comes over her face as she slides the bar of soap over her nipples, down her stomach, then between her thighs.
