0 comments/ 98412 views/ 5 favorites I'm Straight, I Know I Am! By: maratsade (Ok, not a very sexy start, but this is my first time writing this, and it is the beginning of a Saga, if you like it. So, feedback is not only appreciated, but necessary) Hi there. My name is Monaco, and I’d like to tell you about an experience that I had last summer while I was in New York. First, let me describe myself. I’m about 5’5”, 105 lb., blonde hair, blue eyes, 34B size breasts, so on, and so on. Anyway, my friend Kate (I’ll describe her in a sec.) and I had just graduated High School and decided to do something just for us before she left for collage. So, we decided to take a trip to NYC and forget who we were. Me more then her. See, I had been dating this guy, who was about 3 years older then me, and although I truly did love him (and we are still together) I felt like I wanted to flirt around and not feel guilty about it. Alright, now to tell you about Kate. She is about 5’6”, black hair, 34B size breasts (and yes, we are always sharing bras), dark eyes, can’t really say what color as they are always changing shades. All through high school, Kate had a string of off again, on again relationships. She wasn’t slutty, but she did get her fair share of attention. So, after landing at JFK, we hopped in a taxi and headed for our hotel. We got a really good deal at the Double Tree in Midtown, which was great, because that meant that we would never be too far from any clubs that we would go to. We got checked in, headed up to our rooms, and unpacked. Kate, who had slept almost the entire flight, was bounding with energy, and started to take a shower in anticipation of us going out. I, on the other hand, was falling asleep on my feet, and actually did fall asleep while Kate showered. I didn’t hear her come back into the room, but I sure as hell heard the moaning concert she, and whoever it was she brought back, were putting on. “Damn,” I thought, “Not more than six hours here, and already she was soiling the sheets.” I drifted off when the chorus of whimpering subsided, which only took like ten minutes. The next morning (or was it the same?) the faceless grunt was nowhere to be found. Kate was snoring, which I learned long ago was a sign that she was satisfied and sleeping soundly. I didn’t want to wake her, so I put on the bare minimum of clothing, and headed down to take advantage of some bagels and coffee. Half way through the NY Post my cell went off. “Hello?” “Monaco? Where are you?” asked a groggy sounding Kate. “Downstairs. I figured you were in need of some rest after such an exhausting night” “Oh, fuck you” “Well, it is my turn” I quipped back. “Ugh, I need a shower, you gonna be there for awhile?” “Yeah, come down when your alive again” “Ok, bye” “Bye” I sat there for about 45 minutes waiting for Kate, and was about to call her to see if she was still alive. Then, clad in sunglasses, she rounded the corner. “Hey there sunshine,” I said mockingly. “Are you gonna give me a cig or what?” she replied. “For someone who slept as well as you did, you sure are bitchy this morning.” “Yeah, well, I don't even remember what the hell happened, so that one doesn’t count, K?” “Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, what are we doing today?” We decided to do the touristy thing, and hit all the museums. We figured that since it was a nice day, we could just walk through the park if we got tired of the art. So, off we went, and what a good choice it was. After about an hour, Kate started to feel really queasy, and almost yacked all over an Egyptian exhibit. We decided that she needed rest, and headed back to the hotel. Once she was settled in, I decided that I would take advantage of the Internet Cafe I saw on 42nd St and check my e-mail. I got some coffee, and got on-line to find an e-mail form my boy, saying that he loved me, missed me, and to not get into any trouble. I wrote him back telling him to enjoy the alone time while he has it. The rest of my mail was junk, so I decided to hop on to the local guide to try and find a few spots for Kate and I to hit this evening. I came across this one listing for a club called Lime Light. Now, if you’ve never been to this club, then let me warn you, you must be VERY, very open minded to the stuff that goes on in there. Kate and I got dressed for the evening, and headed out. We got to Lime Light, and stayed for a total of one hour. When the “body art” started (which consisted of hanging people from their body piercing) we said, “we’re outta here.” But not before we got the skinny on a couple of places that we should check out, according to some locals. The next place that we hit was a place called Cheeta’s. We had both hear of it, due to some rather scandlist activity relating to some music icons. When we got there, we were both amazed at the diversity of the crowed. Upstairs is the “Techno” group, all high on E, and downstairs was the Hip Hop group, acting all larger then life. We opted for the “Techno” crowed, and started to dance and mingle to the house beat. Kate and I decided that even though she was “technically” ahead of me, that tonight we should just have fun. That being the case, we moved into our ”lesbian routine.” This consisted of us dancing apart most of the time, selecting guys to tease, and relying on each other when unwanted advances came. Anytime a guy was not welcome, the other would immediately step in with a hug, light caress, and sometimes a kiss. Just enough for the guy to get the point. However, we soon found that this was a non factor in the current situation. Most of the guys seemed to not even recognize our existence. The ones who did, didn’t even really try anything. So, after awhile, we got tired of dancing alone, and started to naturally grove with each other. Then, I had to pee, and Kate said that she’d wait for me at the bar. As I wiped myself, I straitened my out fit and exited the stall. Looking into the mirror, I noticed a woman looking at me as she entered the stall. I thought nothing of it, chocking it up to “sizing me up” and left. I found Kate at the bar, drink ready, and we started talking about whether or not to stay. Just then, a woman approached us and said, “My god, I thought the two of you were glued to on another. I felt I had to wait for that one (me) to return to begin a conversation.” We looked at each other and giggled, although, for some reason, it made me feel funny, the way she said it. Then, to my surprise, or horror, the woman who had been “checking me out” in the bathroom approached. She greeted the other woman by slipping her hand around her waist. “Hey you,” she said, “who are you chatting with?” “Chatting?” She replied. “Well, I wouldn’t really call in chatting, seeing as they haven’t even said anything yet.” I wanted to hide away, but Kate took the initiative and extended her hand, “”Hi there, I’m Kate, and this is my friend Monaco.” Kate sort of pissed me off there. She thrust me at this woman whom I had caught gaucking at me. “Hello.” Was all I could muster. “Monaco? Hi, I’m Sophia.” She said it with a smile that for whatever reason, captivated me. “So, “ the other one said, “ how long have you two been together?” That took me by complete surprise. “Together?” I thought. But my mind was drowned out by Kate saying, “About 10 years.” Which was true, in the platonic, friendship basis. But I’m not sure that that is what she meant. Again, before I could even begin to form a thought, Kate spoke. “What about you two? A couple?” “Former,” Sophia said. “Sooooo very former.” The other woman said, and both started to giggle a little. That’s when I just about lost it and spoke up. “I’m sorry,” I said, “But I never got your name.” “Oh my god,” she responded, “I’m sorry. My name is Linda, and this is Sophia.” “Your soooo veeeery former partner, right?” Kate chimed in. “We always preferred the term lovers.” Sophia added. Finally getting into the conversation I asked, “Why’s that?” Linda started telling us the story of how Sophia was the first woman that she had slept with. They had met at a club that both of their current boyfriends at the time had brought them to. As the night went along, it seemed that they would always end up in the same place at the same time. The dance floor, the bar, the bathroom, they even tried to plan not to “bump” into each other for the rest of the night. Not more than five minutes later, there they were, dancing back to back. Their boyfriends, not knowing what has been happening all night, got a kick outta watching the two beauties dancing so close (ugh...men). Anyway, they both started to try and get Linda and Sophia actually dancing together. Since Sophia had done this sort of thing before, she started to go along with it, and tried to help Linda, whom she could obviously see hadn’t done this before, get into it as well. And get into it she did. After a while of dancing, the guys went to the bar to get some more drinks. That’s when it happened. Linda grabbed Sophia and tugged her to a dark little corner, threw her down on the bean bag there, and assaulted her mouth. Neither of them remembers how long they stayed there before deciding to go to Sophia’s. But both them do remember having to turn off the cell phones, because their boys would keep calling to find out what had happened to them. The next day, the both broke up with their boys, moved in together, and started a 3 year relationship. “So why’d you break up?” I asked, completely engrossed in the story. “We just realized that we weren’t “actually in-love” with each other. Sophia said. Lust...ALWAYS...but not love.” Just then, the DJ’s switched, and so did the music. It got really fun, and VERY danceable. And then, bang! “Hey you two, let’s dance!” Linda said hopping off her bar stool. I had absolutely no time to react. Kate had grabbed my hand and was almost tearing my arm out of it’s socket as she dragged me to the dance floor. Once there, we started getting down and dirty. And I was going along with everything, probably just out of habit. Then the music shifted yet again, and got really groovy and trance like. You could almost call it the club equivalent of slow dancing. Kate, in a rare moment of lucidity, decided to dance with me, ‘cause she (at least claims) could tell that I was feeling a little weird about all this. We went back to our “lesbian routine,” except that this time, the touching seemed to last longer, and the movements seemed to be more fluid. “You two wanna switch?” Linda said out of no where. To be continued... I'm Straight, I Know I Am Ch. 02 Thanks to everyone for the feedback. I really appreciate it. This is the next part of the story, and here it starts to get a little more heavy. Also, a typo in the last story is corrected here. Monica is her name, not Monico. Sorry about that. Enjoy! With same fluidity in which Kate and I were dancing, she glided, almost like she was on ice, over to Linda. “Ok,” I thought to myself, “relax, it’s just dancing.” Easy enough for me to say, but the combination of the booze and just the pure energy of the dancing and the bodies all around was defiantly taking an effect. I continued to groove to the music, forgetting that Linda had suggested that we “switch.” Believe me, I soon remembered as I felt a pair of hands begin to grip my hips. Startled, I attempted to pull away and turn around to see who the hell it was. I was prohibited from doing so by the firm hold of these hands, and was actually pulled back, tightly against this mystery body. My concern was soon quieted, a little at least, when she spoke. “Don’t worry,” Sophia said, “I won’t bite until you tell me to.” “hehe, “ I responded rather weakly, trying again to turn around. “No,” Sophia whispered, pulling me closer, “Like this,” So there we were, spoon-dancing. Her with her arms draped around my tummy, head nuzzled in my neck, and breasts smashed into my back. That last thing, did not go unnoticed, and I still couldn’t tell you exactly how I felt about it. It was weird, but not bad. Just, new and different. After a while of this, with her “behaving,” she must have sensed that I had relaxed somewhat, because she started to roam her hands a little. Nothing to big, and nothing that Kate and I hadn’t done before. She would start at my hips, and run down both sides of my body, but not so far as to cause herself to lose contact with the rest of my body. She would then bring them up slowly, gliding along my bare shoulder blades, up the back of my neck, stopping just short of running her fingers through my hair. Back down along my shoulders, to my arms, guiding them to raise in the air as she ever so lightly traced along their length. When she got to my wrists, she lightly took grip, and started to guide my hands down to my own sides to repeat the process. I was in heaven with the sensations. “What the fuck?!” I screamed in my head, “hello, you’re feeling like this from a woman!” Trying to snap out of this spell, I again attempted to turn around, and again I was prohibited from doing so. This time, she used her grip on my left arm to wrap both her arm and mine around my waist, as she quickly brought her right hand to my throat. Not in a rough way, but enough to hold me there. It was amazing how soft and gentle Sophia was. She started to gently massage my neck and lightly brushing that little second G-spot just below my ear. “Shhh,” she said, “just go with it.’ She was right. I knew that nothing would happen, ‘cause I’m straight, and all I had to do was to relax, let the dance finish, and that would be that. But at the same time, I felt as though I was leading her on. I mean, I never said I was lesbian, but then again, Kate’s brilliant response to Linda, made it sound like we were. I decided to just go with it, tilted my head back to rest on her shoulder, while her fingers worked their magic on my neck. I even felt my butt pressing backwards a little as I arched my back in response. Then I felt her hot breath on my neck, sending goose bumps all over my body, and her nose softly joining the actions of her fingers. “Oh Monica,” she breathes, “you are such a good dancer.” “Your...ugh,” trying to speak, “you’re not so bad yourself.” Then, a light, soft, brush of her lips swept across my skin. I froze, not knowing what to do. “Oooo, look over there Monica.” Sophia said. I looked in the direction indicated, and saw Kate and Linda in almost the exact position that Sophia and I were in. The only difference...Kate had her head tossed back, her eyes closed, and her hands wrapped around Linda’s body, groping whatever she could. Linda on the other hand, looked like she was a vampire the way she was sucking on Kate’s neck. And where the hell were Linda’s hands? Judging by the distortion in the size of one of Kate’s breasts, and think I had discovered where one of Linda’s hands was. But the other was nowhere to be seen. Then Kate’s hip movements became more pronounced, and I could now guess where that other hand must be. I’d seen Kate like this once before at another club, when she was dancing with this one guy. She told me the next day, that she had plucked the guy’s pecker out through is fly, and they were actually fucking right on the dance floor. “Don’t they just look soooo sexy together?” Sophia whispered in my ear, as she continued to kiss my neck. “Doesn’t Kate look like she’s in heaven?” I couldn’t speak. The sight of what was happening in front of me, together with the way Sophia was touching and kissing me, it was too much. That’s when Sophia brought her hand from my waist, and took a healthy group of my hair. She slowly, but firmly tugged my head back, and turned it so I was facing her. I kept my eyes shut, not wanting to look at Sophia, but she told me to open them and look at her. I did. We stared deeply into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity, until her other hand put a finger on my chin, tilting and guiding my lips to hers. I closed my eyes. To Be Continued... I'm Straight! I Know I Am Ch. 03 Thanks again for all the responses. Even though I haven't gotten that "erotic" by some definitions, I believe that the build up is nore important then the finale. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called the finale, right? Enjoy. CRASH!!!!!!! “You fucking bitch!” Sohpia shouted, as the drunken guy, who had just knocked me to the floor and spilled his drink on me, started laughing. He wasn’t laughing for long, because Sophia took two steps towards him, just as a football kicker would to kick a field goal, and kicked him straight in the head. I swear, if it wasn’t attached, his head would have gone right through the window. Sophia then came over to me, where I was covered in beer. “Oh my God, what an asshole,” she said, “Are you Ok?” “Yeah, I think so,” I said, her helping me to my feet, as Linda and Kate came over. “You never could hold your liquor Mon,” Kate said with a giggle. “Oh, fuck you.” “Come on,” was Linda’s reply, “Let’s get you to the ladies room and get you cleaned up. Sophia, keep Kate company would you?” “Sure.” So off to the bathroom we went. After the earlier scene, I was expecting her to use this as an excuse to get me alone and do....I don’t know what. Seduce me I guess. To my somewhat pleasant surprise, Linda was very respectful in helping me. Handing me the towels, rather then “drying me” herself. Taking great effort to turn away when I had to get more revealing. Honestly, this is the last thing that I expected...why? Just when I was feeling comfortable, both with her, and myself again, she asked me a question that left me dumbfounded. “Monica? Do you mind if Kate stays with me tonight?” What was I to say? What had happened out on that dance floor? I knew that Kate was a tease, but now I was being asked a question that, if I said yes, would ruin Kate’s fun, and if I said no, would put Kate in a very, very awkward position. “Well?” Linda queried. “I...No, I guess not. Kate’s totally free to do whatever she wants.” “You’re sure you wouldn’t mind? I mean, I totally understand if that’s a problem for you. And I also understand if you’d want to be there.” “NO! I mean, no I wouldn’t want to be there. You see, Kate and I aren’t actually “together” you see?” “Great!” Linda was beaming. “Now, you’re sure that sure, right?” “Yes!” Now I was thinking that Kate deserved this sort of lesson. “Awesome! Let’s go back to our girls, shall we?” “Let’s.” I don’t really know why, but I was feeling strong and confidant as we sauntered out of the facilities. I guess that part of me was relieved to be out of the situation that I was in with Sophia; part of me was getting a kick out of how Kate was going to react to Linda inviting her to her place for the night; and part of me was feeling “safer” after being with Linda in the restroom. We got to Kate and Sophia, who were at the bar chatting and giggling. Sophia asked me if I was alright, and I said that I was fine and that Linda had help me to dry out. “I know,” was Sophia’s reply, “She always seems to have that effect.” “Bitch,” Linda quipped back. Sophia slid the slight off her back and queried me again, “You’re sure you’re Ok?” “Yes, yes, I’m fine.” I replied. “She said yes?” Kate gasped, looking at Linda. Linda nodded an affirmative. “Well then, let’s get outta here!” Kate yelped, hoping of the bar stool. “Yes, let’s.” Linda said, “You two good?” “Yes. Have fun,” Sophia said. “Monica?” “Yeah, we’re good,” I said, almost laughing, “Kate, call me in the morning.” “Yeah, sure, whatever,” was her response. That was the last of that, as Kate and Linda disappeared out the door. “Oh shit,” I thought, “Now what?” My thoughts were almost preempted by Sophia. “So, do you wanna dance more?” “No, I think that I should probably call it a night.” “Oh, ok,” Sophia said, both disappointed and happy at the same time. “Let’s go.” Go? Go where? What was she suggesting? “So how are you getting home?” I asked. “Well,” she replied, “do you want to take a cab, or subway it?” “WHAT?!” my mind screamed. “Ugh?” Was all I could vocalize. “Oh my God, she didn’t tell you, did she?” “Tell me what?” Sophia explained how Linda wanted to be alone with Kate, and that by agreeing to let Kate stay with her, that it was assumed that Sophia would stay with me. What was I to do? It had already happened. Was I going to tell her “tough shit, you ain’t staying with me?” My response surprised even me/ “A cab?” To be continued...