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The Amazing Pizza Sex-Suit

By: Pelios



Hi! My name is Cheri. I'm eighteen years old, a senior in high school, and about two months ago, I took a job delivering pizzas for Art's Pizzeria. I'm driving this old car handed down from my older sister, Irene, so my main purpose in the job is to save up money for a new car, so I can hand this wreck down to my neighbor, Tim, who's going to give me a token two hundred dollars for it (It's worth maybe six hundred). The Dodge is a family tradition that leaks oil on the driveway and wheezes when you accelerate. 

When I first took the job, I was more than a little horrified by the uniform they forced me to wear (Art is a perv!). The blouse is blue satin with a big pizza on the back with 'Art's' written across it, and the shorts are blue spandex and so short, they're not much longer than panties, in fact, unless I wore a thong, my underwear would peek out the bottom of the shorts. And with a thong, the top stretches over my butt in the top. We also had to wear pantyhose and high heels, both of which I hate, having been a tomboy all my life. So, I finally started using the skimpiest bikini panties I could find. Oh, I guess I should explain about my body and my boyfriend and my little neighbor so all this will make sense.

First, my body: I'm tall, really tall for a girl, I'm five ten barefoot, and so I'm about six feet wearing those stupid high heels. My hair is blond, that Nordic blond that is almost white – even my pubic hair, what little there is of it. My snatch isn't quite the same color – a slightly more golden color – and somewhat sparse. I'm not at all hairy. In fact, except for my head and crotch, I'm practically hairless. Oh, I do have some really fine blond hair on my arms and legs, but it's so tiny and thin that it's nearly invisible. 

I shave my legs and underarms anyway, but more because I'm a sensualist than anything else. My breasts are really unspectacular – nice enough for little tits, at least my nipples are large and a very pale tan color. Tim, who's my age, loves to suck them while he beats off... but more about Tim later. My face is oval with a nice smile and eyelashes so blond that I have to color them with makeup to make them visible.

My best feature is my legs and ass, or so I'm frequently told. My legs are long, shapely and very heavily muscled from roller-skating, and my ass is round and hard. I have a great tan except for the bikini marks that I plan to lose when I leave home and can sun myself naked on my patio, roof or whatever. As I said, I'm very sensualistic, but oddly didn't really discover sex until a couple of years ago, and proper fucking only very recently – it was always something I'd shied away from. I mean, who wants to get pregnant or catch a venereal disease! But I've always loved hot baths, massages, and just being touched in general.

I let my boyfriend, Bob, fuck me about six months ago, my first normal sex, and he does it at least once a week – basically whenever we have time. I've learned to like it a lot, but I actually get as much or more fun from sucking him off, I don't know why, unless it's just because it lasts longer. I've never had an orgasm except when I'm touching myself, but that brings up Tim. Ah yes, Tim. How to explain about Tim... 

Tim, my little neighbor is a computer geek who wouldn't have a prayer for a sex life it hadn't been for me. He has never fucked my pussy because he's so freaked out by the idea of making any girl pregnant or he's gay and doesn't know it yet - I really have no idea. I also think he feels insecure, like if I got pregnant, I might somehow make him marry me and then force him to work in a grocery store or something. 

Well, let me explain how it started. Two years ago, I looked out my window, which is right across from Tim's bedroom, and saw Tim sitting on the edge of his bed and beating off. Mind you, I didn't have any sexual attraction for the squirt, in fact, that's the whole reason I have sex with him – he's absolutely no threat, and I wanted to experiment with sex. Anyway, I was still a virgin at the time and curious about sex in an intellectual way, and Tim and his father had only been living next door for a couple of weeks. So, I popped out my window and climbed in his before he knew what was happening. 

He was a little freaked out and still clutching his pecker like a lifeline, so I told him not to be freaked out, but asked if I could watch. He told me I could watch if I took my shirt off, so that's how it started – he would suck my tits and beat off and splash my legs with his come. He wanted to fuck me too, and we would talk about it, I mean, basically, I was willing because I wanted to see what it felt like, but he was scared I'd get pregnant (I had no birth control, and we'd heard rubbers weren't reliable.) 

The way we finally settled it was I would raise my knees really high while lying on his bed, and he would fuck my bottom while sucking my tits. It hurt at first, until I learned to 'let go' and let it in, but even when it hurt, I liked it – having his dick up my ass gave me a really warm feeling down there that would spread up me like lava or something, and I would touch myself and come really easy. Also, it made me feel dirty and cheap, and that seems sexy to me. 

Nowadays, it doesn't hurt me at all, and I let him fuck my ass from every position imaginable. So, anyway, you get the idea – I'm sort of a sex maniac sensualist with little or no interest in having sex with anyone else. Perhaps I'm a narcissist? Like I said, Tim doesn't count, and Bob, well, I like the sex okay, but I only do it so he won't break up with me. It is important social status in high school to have a boyfriend.

Anyway, back to my stupid uniform. I hadn't worn it a week when I came down with a yeast infection. I went to the doctor and he told me that I wasn't getting enough oxygen down there – which, between the spandex, pantyhose and nylon panties is no surprise. So, I stopped wearing panties and cut out the crotch of my pantyhose. Well, this made my lower lips really obviously visible through the spandex, but my tips started going up. 

I felt like a trashy slut, but I stopped wearing my bra as well for the way my nipples were so clearly delineated by my satin blouse – my tips got even better. People started ordering more pizza. Soon I was making a hundred bucks a day, and well on my way to that new car. That's how things were when I delivered a pizza to Selma Shepard. 

Selma was a friend of my mom's from her job. Selma was in her late twenties, medium height and what they called voluptuous before it meant fat. She wasn't fat, just real curved everywhere – big tits, wide hips, thick calves, a slim waist and long thighs and narrow ankles. She was really good looking, you know, only she sort of hid it by dressing severely, wearing business suits, and she had her blond hair cut short. She was not a natural blond, but she was certainly beautiful, in a severe, perfect sort of way.

So, there I am at her door, and she opens it, smoking a cigarette, and she looks me up and down with some surprise and invites me in. I follow her into her living room where she's fumbling with her purse to pay me, which she did, and then looking at me intensely with her big brown eyes, she says, "I always thought you were more conservative than to dress like that. You look like a whore." She said this calmly, with no malice, even a friendly tone, so I wasn't greatly offended, although I did blush.

"Yeah, I know, but I get really good tips, and I'm hoping to get enough to buy a decent car." She sat down on the sofa and patted the cushion beside her. I sat. I was a little nervous because my mother didn't have a clue what I dressed like at work – she'd have died! So I said, "Could we keep this our little secret? I'd really appreciate it."

She gave a quick little smile – she doesn't smile much or for long when she does, "Sure, Cheri, but maybe you could do something for me?" She took another puff on the cigarette and squinted at me through the smoke, "You need money, right?" I nodded, thinking, how could she smoke a cigarette and still keep that lipstick perfect? She stubbed out the cigarette and looked at me very seriously, "Well, I have a little secret, too. In this town, it would be bad if people knew, you know what I mean?" 

I shook my head; I had no idea what she meant. She leaned toward me, "I mean, your trashy outfit really turns me on, Cheri. What do you say to coming by to see me when you get off work? I'll give you a hundred dollars. I make pretty good money. I can afford to have you over two or three nights a week, and you'll be able to buy that car all that much sooner."

Now I'm pretty cool, pretty hard to surprise, but now I was shocked. "Y-you mean?" I stammered, still unable to really cope with the idea. "But, Ms. Shepard, I've never even considered..."

"Prostitution? Sex with a woman?" at least she was cool about it, "You might even like it. The important thing for you to think about is the hundred dollars. You don't have to answer now, just come by and tell me your answer after you get off work. What time do you get off?"

I swallowed, "Eight o'clock, but honestly I haven't much sexual experience at all..." I was trying to find a way to tell her no, but I was also having trouble not looking at her body for some reason, I mean, things were different now, and I was seeing her in a completely different way, and my damned curiosity was acting up. 

That's when she leaned closer and kissed me right on the mouth, and not a "pals" kind of kiss either, a real kiss with her tongue licking at mine. I could smell her perfume and taste the cigarette on her breath. At first, I didn't pull away because I was too surprised, couldn't believe it was happening. I even kissed her back, mainly just out of an automatic response to an intimate kiss. I mean, I did them all the time with Bob. 

Then came the point a couple of heartbeats later, when I realized I wasn't pulling away, which made me really curious, so I kind of went passive and let her keep kissing me, and even though it horrified me on one level, I realized I was really liking this kiss. I mean, it felt so different from Bob. 

She was gentler, more sensual, smooth, exotic tasting, wet and that's when it hit me. Another person was sexually arousing me! 

You see, before, my own body – really almost indifferent to Bob or Tim – sexually aroused me. When I had sex with them, I was just enjoying the sensual things that were happening to my body. This was different. This woman was turning me on! I felt her hand touch my breast, and I flinched. It felt so good, so powerful, that it acted like an electric shock. Selma misunderstood my flinch.

Selma broke the kiss immediately and pulled away, "I'm sorry about that, you're just so hot!" She was practically panting. She swiped at her short blond hair, trying to compose herself, "Honestly, just decide and let me know. It would really be worth a hundred bucks to me, and that's for each time. And either way, our secrets are safe with each other?"

"Yeah, of course, Ms. Shepard," I said as I stood and headed for the door.

"Cheri," she said softly, and I turned and she gave me that quick little smile again, "After that kiss, you can call me Selma." I didn't mean to be rude, but I just left, I mean, I was like pretty freaked out and confused, you know? And my heart was pounding and my legs felt weak. God! I had a damp spot on my spandex shorts. I still don't remember my next hour and a half of work. Just suddenly there I was, a little after eight, parked back in front of Selma's house and still trying to decide what I was going to do.

Honestly, I'd never really thought about women that way, in fact, like I said, I'd never really even thought of other people that way. Which made me feel kind of sad, you know, like Bob and Tim were just like a couple of different names for my dildos. But then I realized, I really didn't have much choice, I was too much of a curious cat not to check this out. Besides, that was the best kiss I'd ever had, and the most sexually aroused I've ever been. 

So I started walking up the sidewalk, wondering how I felt about her body, and once more comparing her to Tim and Bob. I mean sure, I liked their bodies; they were both good-looking guys. I loved the feel of Tim's smaller penis sliding in and out of my ass, and I loved slurping on Bob's bigger dick, I even like the taste of his salty-mushroom come sliding around in my mouth. I always swallowed it. How would I feel about going down on a woman? Would I have to do that? 

I raised my hand to knock. Right now, I felt very curious about Selma's pussy. The first time I'd ever wondered about what a woman had between her legs. I was definitely kind of attracted to her big breasts, which felt weird because I'd never really thought much about breasts, except for how good mine felt when Tim sucked on them so worshipfully. But as nice as that felt, it was nothing like the erotic shock I'd gotten when Selma's palm brushed my nipple. And I have to admit, that deep down I was excited about this new adventure – not to mention the hundred bucks it would bring me.

Selma answered the door, no longer in the severe business suit, but wearing a man's white dress shirt, her legs and feet bare. I wondered if she was wearing panties. She had a nice tan on her legs and I thought her thick calf muscles were very, very sexy. She looked at me intensely and then wordlessly turned and walked away. I followed her in and shut the door, feeling nervous and gawky, looking again at her thick, tanned calf muscles and the rhythmic bunching of her butt muscles under the shirt tail as she walked. 

I felt my mouth getting dry and realized I was starting to get aroused again. Suddenly I suspected that I wasn't going to have too much of a problem going down on this woman if she insisted that I do that. And that made me feel much less worried, which is silly, really. I mean, Bob had never gone down on me seriously, so it's not like I knew what to do. I mean Bob would kiss me between the legs a few times before fucking and it felt really nice when he did, but I was pretty sure there was more to it than that. "You want a drink?" she asked over her shoulder as she walked over to her bar. This was a really classy house.

"Yes, I mean, I don't know," I said feeling stupid, "I mean, yes, I guess. I just never had one before."

She gave me a friendly look and said, "Okay, two seven and sevens coming up." I had no idea what that meant, but I sat on the couch while she made the drinks and when she handed me a glass, I slurped on mine gratefully. It wasn't bad, and within a minute, I was feeling less like I was having a panic attack. She sat quietly beside me for a minute or two, then spoke softly, still not looking at me, "Look, I know you're a little scared, and if you don't like it, we don't have to do it again, but like I said before, it's worth a hundred bucks to you for just trying it out, and I promise it won't hurt."

I giggled, partly out of nervousness, and partly because I was starting to feel the alcohol, "I just hope you realize, I don't even know what to do, I mean... you know? I've only been fucked a few times by my boyfriend, and I suspect he isn't even very good at it. As for a woman, I never even considered it. I wouldn't have a clue..." I was having a lot of trouble stopping the babbling that was pouring out of my face. 

She looked at me then, a little surprise showing on her face for once, "Don't worry about that, sugar," she sat down her drink and turned fully toward me, and I looked down, trying to see if she was wearing panties. The shirt was too long, but her long tanned thighs were nice. I could see tiny dark hairs sparsely spread over them above her shaving line. I felt myself blush as I realized I was staring at the woman's legs, and I looked up. 

She gave no sign of noticing the objects of my gaze and was still gazing at me earnestly. "You don't have to know anything, or for that matter, do anything that you don't want to," She licked her lips and ran her eyes down my chest to my lap, down my legs and back up to my eyes. I have to confess the lust in her burning look was really thrilling me, making me feel, well... really sexy, beautiful and lusted after, you know? 

"No, honey, the hundred bucks is for the pleasure of enjoying your pretty body, and believe me, I'm going to enjoy it a lot!" I gulped the last of my drink – definitely feeling a little wild and careless now, instead of just scared. I also had this sense of wonder as I realized that I was really looking forward to whatever she was going to do next.

She took my glass and set it on the coffee table, and I was surprised to hear myself say, "I'm sorry I was staring at your legs, I was mainly just wondering if you were wearing panties or not."

She turned toward me and leaned close, "Why? Do you want to see my pussy?" She said it softly, getting so close she was breathing in my mouth. I was getting that heady feeling of arousal again, and didn't know how to answer, because I didn't want to just blurt out 'Yes,' so I just closed my eyes, my mouth open just a little – a clear invitation to kiss me, and she did, very softly, very briefly. 

I barely had time to feel her tongue flick across my lips before she pulled back a fraction of an inch and spoke again, still so close her lips were brushing against mine as she murmured, "I'm going to suck your sweet little titties, Cheri," and she kissed me ever so softly again, and I felt her fingers unbuttoning my blouse. This time the kiss went on really sweet until I felt cool air against my nipples and realized she was slipping off my blouse. Then she leaned back a little to look at my breasts – a bit on the small side, as I've said, but round, pretty and perky. 

My nipples were already hard, but I swear they got harder when she leaned over and started sucking on them, one then the other, back and forth. It was like I had a hot wire running from my nipples down to my clit and butt, I mean, her sucking on my tits felt good there on my breasts, but it felt really warm in other places down below. And then, like it was a natural development or something, I shifted my weight and raised my hips a little, and at the same time she was tugging my shorts and pantyhose down my legs and over my feet. 

She let out this little moan looking at my sparse-haired blond pussy, and with no other preamble, practically dove into my groin. Penetrating me with her tongue, lapping my juices and slavering them all over groin, nibbling around inside my pussy, and finally settling into a rapid-flick routine on my little clit. I can't begin to describe how this felt, this woman's face worshiping between my legs, it was like I'd never had a clue what sex was about before now. 

I started to orgasm much sooner than usual, and it just went on and on. She left no part of me unexplored, I mean, several times I felt her tongue penetrate my ass for several pumps at a time. I whooped and even hollered a few times, and I even grabbed her by the hair and fucked my pussy over her face a few times before I kind of lost it for a while, kind of like I fainted, only was partly there. It was fantastic! Finally, I was aware she was kissing me again, and I think part of what brought me to my senses was realizing the new smell on her face was my pussy juice mixed with her perfume. It was a beautiful smell – a powerfully erotic smell.

"So," she said, still cool, and at the same time, in her sudden way, and in between kisses at that, she says, "Should I just take care of myself now, or do you still want to see my pussy?" I suddenly became conscious of her weight on top of me, her large breasts pressing against mine through her shirt. 

I still didn't really know how to answer that, so you can imagine my surprise to hear myself saying, "Sure, I guess so." Whereupon, she just leaned back on the couch, lying down away from me with her head propped by the arm at the other end of the couch. She pulled her shirt up, baring her hips as she stretched out and spread her legs, just like that. It seems that Selma had this ability to shock me, but not that it was unpleasant, oh no, I was fascinated by the view, especially of her dark-haired pussy. 


The Amazing Pizza Sex-Suit



She had a sultry look on her face and her lips were slightly parted. Her lipstick was still perfect, and I found that baffling. She wasn't wearing panties, and she was slowly unbuttoning her shirt. As she spread her shirt, she revealed her breasts – very large, of course, I knew they would be. But her breasts were really pretty, too, and obviously still very firm with very little sagging. 

I crawled forward and lay myself down between her legs, my pussy pressed against hers, and my breasts nestled on her big ones, and I kissed her, just once, but a long, passionate tongue lasher of a kiss while I enjoyed the feel of laying on her body and kind of grinding my pussy against hers. It felt wonderful! Then I had planned to kiss her breasts and move down her body, but I was just dying for a better look at her pussy, so with one brief suck on each large nipple, I kind of pulled back and sat up, just looking down at her spread legs. 

Idly, I stroked her curvy legs with my palms while I took my time looking at her pussy. She had a shade of pubic hair between medium brown and dark brown, and the slit was reddish-pink. Her clit was larger than mine, but not huge, and she was spread enough that I could see she was wet. I was leaning over her lap before I'd known I had moved and lowered my face to within inches of her groin. It was like I was hesitating to see if I felt grossed out or something, but I wasn't at all. 

In fact, I thought her pussy was one of the prettiest things I'd ever seen. I smelled it, and it seemed like an intensely personal smell to me, and I felt privileged to experience it. Her smell wasn't as strong as my own, but then, I had just finished a whole shift in spandex shorts, you know. I tasted her with a kiss, just a little french at first, and she moved with a little grunt, and I felt her thick calf from her left leg rubbing on my back. Suddenly, I felt, I don't know – home. 

I kissed her pussy from the top of the crack down to her asshole, and even gave that brown little pucker a lick. It seemed like an intensely private place to me, so I licked it experimentally a few more times. I moved around, kissing the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and licked the seams where thighs became groin. Then, simply because there was just something so intimate about it, I spread her lower flesh with my fingers and took a good look at her asshole, a pretty little medium brown pucker. She obliged me by raising her knees and giving me even better access. I licked it again, and then I licked it some more, finally easing my tongue inside her tight bottom. 

I don't know why, but for some reason, it seemed really sexy to me to french her bottom. She liked it, too – she moaned and said, "God Yes!" Encouraged, I fucked her bottom with my tongue as hard as I could for quite a few strokes. Then I started frenching her pussy in earnest, really exploring her insides with my tongue, trying at one point to see how much of my face I could shove into her vagina. After a while, remembering what she did to me, I kind of settled on concentrating little licks on her clit.  

Her hips heaved and moved around me, her thighs clutching at my head. I felt as empowered or even more so than when I sucked on Bob's dick. I enjoyed doing this, oh yes; I loved licking Selma's pussy. I was in charge and controlling her pleasure. She started to come, her hips heaving hard against me, and I loved every second, knowing I was the engineer of this pleasure cruise. Right at the most intense part, I slipped a finger up her wet vagina, then slipped that wet finger up her bottom, and was rewarded with a little cry. 

Looking back, I expect I was clumsy but adequate, but Selma was really sweet, kissing my face, thanking me, assuring me that she'd had really great fun. And then, still feeling in a whirlwind blur, I found myself dressed and at the door, a hundred dollar bill clutched in my hand, and the smell of pussy on my face.

Driving home, I felt an odd mixture of things, like my knees were still a little weak, my pussy was happy but still throbbing, and I didn't know who or what I was, but I felt, oh... kind of happy, like my warm little pussy. There was one thing I knew right then, and I knew it with the true conviction of spiritual knowledge, and that is; I love my pussy. But you know my curiosity, I had to wonder: Maybe I just love pussies? I mean, I'd loved my own every since I discovered what it could do for me with an orgasm. 

But I'd never really thought about other girls' pussies before, and there was no way I could have denied that I'd really enjoyed kissing between Selma's lovely legs. I came home so absorbed, that I'd forgotten that I was still in my work costume, but fortunately mom had gone to bed early with a headache. Also affecting me was the fact that no one had really ever eaten my pussy before, I mean sure, Bob had kissed it a few times, but he'd never made me come doing it. And that's all the difference in the world!

I heard a knock at my window – it was Tim, wanting the usual. I started to tell him I wasn't in the mood when I suddenly changed my mind and let him in. I told him the price of admission had gone up. I would still let him fuck my bottom, but he had to french my pussy until I came first. He was surprisingly enthusiastic and was kissing my pussy before I could finish getting my pants all the way off. He was clumsy at first, but with a little coaching he was going at it like a pro – well, almost as good as Selma anyway. 

For the second time in my life, someone besides my hand made me come. It wasn't as dramatic as Selma, but it was very nice. Still I wondered if I just liked it better from girls. Then I rolled over and presented my ass to him. He smeared his dick with Vaseline, and I felt him enter me. He finished in about twenty strokes, but it had felt nice too. 

I took a long hot shower and called my friend, Belinda. She was all excited about the weekend after next: her parents were going out of town and she would have the house to herself. She'd already hidden a bottle of rum in preparation, and I was invited. She had thought it was going to me my first time drinking, and now it wouldn't be. I doubted if I should tell her. But I thought the weekend plan was pretty exciting, too. I mean, her folks are very rich! It's a big gorgeous house with a high fence all around and a swimming pool in the back. 

Every time her folks left town, Belinda and I'd do nude sunbathing out by the pool. Poor Belinda didn't have the skin for it. She's a redhead with pale skin, but she loves the sun, so the poor dear's all freckles. I think they're pretty, but she hates her freckles. We chatted a while, and I went to bed wondering if I would see Belinda's body the same way as I had before. I've always thought she was great looking, and had always enjoyed looking at her curvy, muscular body, and I'd even thought her bright, red-gold snatch was pretty, but then it was all innocent admiration, and now? I had to be honest. 

Now, the thought of seeing Belinda naked was distinctly a turn on. I tossed and turned a few times trying to get those long freckled legs and her lovely pink nipples out of my mind. Finally, I gave up, crawled out my window, and climbed into Tim's room. This was going to be a red-letter day for Tim.

That weekend, I had sex with Bob about six times, and at least once a night with Tim. I'd turned from a healthy, admittedly good-looking, narcissistic tomboy, into a sex maniac. I had taken to sucking off Tim now and then (I just like doing that), and had even let Bob fuck my butt for the first time (It hurt a little, and felt good a lot), and once even made Tim fuck my pussy with a rubber even though it scared him a little, and I applied my new rule for Tim to Bob as well, no fucking unless you eat me first. 

Bob complied cheerfully enough, although, like Tim, I had to kind of train him at it, and now I'm having orgasms regularly from other people, but it still isn't as intense as it was with Selma. Maybe that was a fluke because it was a first, or maybe I was as queer as a three-dollar bill. I certainly didn't know the answer, but my horniness was real, and I knew that I was so horny because I was so anxious to have sex with Selma again. I called her on the phone and she invited me over after work on Tuesday night. 

I asked her if maybe I should take a shower at her place before we socialized, since I might smell of pizza (hidden meaning and content because you never know who's listening on the old home phone), and she said no, she liked the way I smelled, it made her hungry. An innocent sounding conversation, but it sent me flying straight through Tim's window! Poor Tim, the lucky bastard! Meanwhile, no matter what or whom I'm doing, I wonder if I'm gay, I hope I'm bi, and I feel really weird about being so absorbed with sex. Some small part of me is laughing at me.

At school, the locker room and shower was a different trip. I found myself trying to get an eyeful of everyone without seeming to stare, and trying hard not to blush, although right after gym class and all that exercising, I doubt if anyone would have noticed me blushing. And I found myself watching other girls to see if any of them were checking the others out. It was difficult to tell, but I think several of them were. One was a pretty, blue-eyed, slim, brown-haired girl named Ann Winters who had shaved her pussy completely bald. 

I felt a little attracted to Ann because she had big, well-developed calves. Most of my lower leg size comes from roller skating and exercise, but Ann was slim, feminine, narrow at ankle and knee and waist, and just had big calves – what can I say? – To me, that's very sexy. Her breasts were medium sized and nice-looking, which I thought was sexier than some of the really busty girls, especially if they had tiny nipples. Maybe I'll check it in depth someday and change my mind, but to me, big breasts with tiny nipples aren't too sexy. 

Some of the other girls teased her pretty cruelly about her shaved cunt, God knows why, I thought her new look was cute, but she seemed to ignore them. After class, I walked with her down the hall and told her, "Don't let those other girls bother you, a week ago, they were teasing you about the way you wear your hair halfway down your back. I mean, who cares anyway? Besides, I think you are a very cute girl, and it pisses me off to see people be mean for no reason!"

She gave me a pretty smile, with dimples (I love her dimples almost as much as her big calves, probably since I have dimples and big calves – hey, I've admitted over and over that I'm narcissistic). Anyway, she said, "Thanks, I've always thought you were pretty, too. Would you like to get together and spin some CDs tonight? I have a new boom box and my room is in a garage apartment just two blocks from where you live. We can make as much noise as we want!"

I'd had no idea she lived near me, but this was Tuesday! "Sorry, I have something to do tonight," I said and her face kind of fell a little, "But tomorrow night after I get off work would be great. I think I can even sneak a bottle of wine out of my mom's pantry." She grinned at that and nodded, then I thought, "But I do like to take a shower after work, so I might not make it until nine. Is that too late?"

"No," she said and touched my forearm, "But you're welcome to use my shower if you like," She drew her hand back and swallowed, "I mean, it might just save you some time, that's all."

Now, I'm new to this girl-girl stuff, but it seemed like she might (I hope, I hope!) want to have sex with me. I didn't want to scare her away, so I just said, "Sure, I'll bring my change of clothes and a bottle of wine."

A few hours later, I was taking a deep breath, my stomach all fluttery, and knocking on Selma's door. This time she dressed in her regular business suit-severe look with her hair neatly brushed, hose on her legs, and high heels. But her smile was warm enough as she invited me in and handed me a beer. We sat down on the sofa making small talk while I sipped at the beer. She opened one, too, and told me to drink up.

"Selma," I smiled, "You don't have to get me drunk, you know. I've decided I like the sex."

She laughed, "I'm not trying to get you drunk, Cheri, I want to get you to pee."

Well! This was kinky – not that I minded. I was horny enough to fuck a goat. I sat my beer down on the coffee table. "Well, I have to admit, I was more than ready to piss before the beer. Would you like to watch me pee?" I tried to make it sound inviting, thinking that I should accommodate her every whim. After all, she was paying me a hundred bucks.

She took another long pull at her beer and said, "Please finish the beer, I want to see you pee a lot."

I shrugged, smiling, and drank the rest of the beer, wondering what she had in mind. She finished hers and moved close to me and kissed my ear softly, nibbling on the lobe a bit. I turned toward her and kissed her mouth, putting my arms around her neck while she ran her hands over my breasts and legs. After a few minutes of this, she cupped my pussy and gave me a little squeeze, "So, my pretty Cheri, are you ready to pee yet?"

"Bursting," I gasped, I mean, as horny as I was, I really, really needed to pee.

"Good! Follow me," and she took me by the hand and led me through the house to the backyard, where I saw she had a hot tub, and a high fence like Belinda's parents. By the steaming hot tub lay a towel on the grass. Right away, she started stripping, just tossing her clothes on a lawn chair, and she told me to do the same. We were quickly naked, and she led me over to the towel where we sat down facing each other. I wondered if she had forgotten about peeing because my bladder sure hadn't. 

"Okay dear, just raise your legs like so," and she sat spread legged with her knees cocked so her ankles were touching her butt while I put my legs over hers and around her back while she wrapped her legs around me. Now we were sitting very close, our tits touching, our arms around each other and our pussies pressed tightly together. As she hugged her legs tightly around me, thus pulling our pussies even tighter together, she kissed me briefly, then said, "And now we kiss and pee." I didn't have to worry about trying because her hot pee gushing all over my pussy set mine off at nearly the same instant. 

The sensation of kissing and peeing with our pussies pressed together was pretty indescribable except to say it was hot, vibratory and intensely pleasurable. I mean, hugging our naked bodies together felt good, the kiss was delicious, and the pressurized hot pee felt great, and put all this together with a powerful sense of relief – I mean we both really needed to pee! Of course, pee spattered everywhere like a warm fountain, but we didn't care – it felt really great and free! I could never have imagined enjoying this if it had been described to me, but I liked it very much. It was hot, wet and very sensual. 

At last, well after the last of our pee was spent, the pee was beginning to chill our wet skins in the cool night air. The kiss broke, and Selma grinned, "Well, what did you think of that, Cheri?"

I laughed, "It was different, and it was great! I'd never even heard of such a thing! Of course, now we're pretty smelly..."

Selma stood, her glistening, pee-wet dark-haired pussy less than a foot from my face, "That's what the hot tub is for. Care for a quick rinse?" Yeah, she smelled like pee, but I couldn't resist, I leaned forward and licked up her slit, enjoying the sharp, bitter, salty flavor of her pee. She giggled, "No, silly, I meant a rinse in the hot tub! – Okay, okay, I was just kidding. I think it's sweet you're willing to taste my pee." 

I laughed too and stood up, whereupon she dropped back to her knees and began licking my pussy. After licking up and down my crack several times, she stood back up and grinned, "You have the most beautiful blond pubic hair, besides, I couldn't let you get ahead of me on an experience like pee tasting!" Then she led me to the hot tub where we bathed each other thoroughly with many laughs and kisses. That was fun! Later, we went back to the living room, carrying our clothes, which we dropped again. And then we lay down together on the thick fluffy rug in front of the fireplace. 

That rug must have been four inches thick – it was practically a mattress! Someday, I was going to have a place this nice! There, on that thick, wonderful rug, I was introduced to the joys of the sixty-nine. I think I like being on bottom best; I just loved the feel of Selma's great breasts pressed against my belly and her spread pussy hovering delectably right over my face. I mean, it's such a delightful, intimate embrace! We both came at least three times each, and once, for what must have been nearly five minutes, we tongue-fucked each other's bottoms, both of us at the same time. 

Overwhelmed by the joy of the sex we had shared, I said something about not wanting the money. She said something profound-sounding about our relationship being more pure for the clear definition of our financial boundaries. I didn't understand until she added that she was able to feel more confident knowing that there was something in it for me, even though I could have anyone I wanted, and that the way things were arranged, there were no misunderstandings. I wasn't sure I understood what she meant, but something about it rang true. 

Then she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to her pussy again. I happily traced all over inside her thick-lipped cunt and sucked on her clit until she came again, wetter than ever with pussy juice running down my chin. Then she spread my knees, praised my sparse blond snatch and gave me another loving licking. And this time while I was coming she slipped the tip of a wet finger into my asshole, making me come harder than ever. 

Like the last visit, overall, it was a whirlwind experience of erotic delight so intense that I went home with shaky knees. And this time, when I got home, I was so exhausted from all that sex that I just dropped into bed and slept like a baby, my hundred-dollar bill still wadded up in my hand.

The next day at school was pretty surreal during many moments. I found myself watching Ann Winters a lot during P.E.; she has really smooth soft-looking skin with no tan at all, and I was conscious that she was watching me, yet our eyes never seemed to meet at the same time. Once, I made a point of bending over in front of her in the locker room giving her a really good look at my rear. And then, when I was showering next to Belinda, trying hard not to stare at her really lovely, red-gold snatch, and those long, freckled legs, and her pink nipples, and she asks me why I've been so preoccupied the last couple of days? 

Well I can't tell Belinda that I can't think right now because I'm trying not to imagine what it would be like to kiss her all over. I mean, what could I say? So, I told her I've had a lot on my mind lately and promised to explain over the weekend when I came over. Then I wondered what the hell I would tell her, I mean, Belinda's my very best friend, and we had never had secrets from each other in the past, and now, in the space of two weeks, I knew that she didn't have a clue who I was. I mean, I didn't have a clue who I was either. 

What will I tell Belinda this weekend? Was I a lesbian now? Would my best friend feel differently about me? Would I lose my best friend? Can she be my best friend and not know who I really am? Was I really a lesbian? Despite my recent activities, I wasn't about to give up Bob, not so much because I loved him. Like, I have affections, but love? I was at least mature enough to know that I didn't really understand love, and I certainly had no desire to drop out of life and start a family when I was only eighteen. 




The Amazing Pizza Sex-Suit



As for Bob, I liked him, enjoyed being with him, and I enjoyed sex with him, but women were becoming much more exciting for me, and the orgasms were much more intense with women. Would the excitement last, or was it because this was just a new discovery, something different? That's back to the lesbian question, and honestly, I haven't a clue. What mystified me the most was that I really didn't give a damn about who I would turn out to be. I wasn't even bothered by the fact that I was now a whore. After all, I was getting paid for having sex with Selma. 

Hey, sex with Selma was great, and the money didn't hurt either. But I knew that being with Bob was a real thing. Like when I needed to show up at a party with a date, I had a date, and I wasn't alone and looking like a loser. If this is shallow, then I'm shallow. This definition thing was important for some reason, and the reason had to do with stability. I had in mind that I would be a heterosexual with bi-tendencies. 

In contrast to that, I could no longer look at a woman now without wondering what she had hidden beneath her panties. Bewilderingly, I still looked at men and wondered what they had in their pants. And strangest of all, I didn't really care about what was happening to me, I mean, I was just enjoying the ride! Am I weird or what?

So, here I am, knocking on the garage door apartment of Ann's place, still in my amazing pizza sex-suit, bottle of wine in my other hand, horny as hell, and as confused as a duck in a family of swans. Ann opened the door and grinned at my pizza suit, her once-over lingering on my spandex-covered lower lips, but then, everyone's gaze seems to linger there, probably because people can't believe what they're seeing. With a chuckle she ushered me in and told me I looked really hot. "Yeah," I quipped, "And I smell like pizza, doesn't it just make ya wanta gobble me up?" 

She blushed and grinned uncertainly at that, making me wonder if she wasn't straight as an arrow. She showed me around the place, it was nice and pretty roomy, too. With careful forethought, I laid my change of clothes on the sofa and sat the wine on the coffee table while praising her cool posters. Then she showed me her bedroom, which had a huge bed, and finally the bathroom, which was the only thing small about the apartment. She'd hung a clean towel on the rack by the shower for me. She told me to help myself, and turned to go. I was already unbuttoning my shirt, and I wanted to say something to keep her with me, so I spread my shirt and said, "Do you think I should consider breast enlargement?" 

She didn't even turn around, she just said, "Hell, no! They're perfect!" over her shoulder and went on back to the living room. I took a quick, hot shower, dried myself off and combed my hair. I had been careful not to wash off my makeup – I don't use much, just a little bit of color to make my lashes and eyebrows visible. Now I was ready to do my casual nude walk in to the living room since I'd thoughtlessly left my clothes in there. Then, I was foiled. 

There was a tapping at the bathroom door, and I heard Ann's voice, "I brought your clothes, Cheri, I'll leave them here on the dresser." Then I heard the bedroom door shut – she was giving me my privacy. Very thoughtful, if I'd wanted it, which I didn't! I went into the bedroom and put on my panties, and I put on my pink cotton blouse, but I didn't button it. I left the rest of my clothes on the dresser and padded bare foot into the living room.

"I hope you don't mind casual, but after a hot shower, if feels good to dress light," and I sat down next to her on the couch. She'd already put on a CD, poured the wine and lit a couple of scented candles. "In fact," I added, "If I weren't worried about offending you, I'd just go naked a while."

Lord, the sweet thing blushes easily, but her voice sounded calm enough, "I don't mind if you want to be naked. I think the human body is a work of art." She gave me a nervous smile, her soulful blue eyes locked on mine. 

So I took a quick gulp of wine, set down the glass, stood up, tossed my shirt on the floor and peeled down my panties. She watched me, gulped some of her own wine and looked away, blushing again. I said, "I don't mind if you look at me," She was looking at me again. "In fact, I rather like being looked at."

Instead of a blush, she gave me a mildly surprised look and said, "Really? Me too! That's why I shaved." She could see she was losing me, so she explained while getting up and walking over to her desk where she turned on an iMac, "I posed for some nude pictures that are posted on the Internet." So there I stood naked as a jaybird by Ann, who was dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt and busily connecting to the Internet. 

It was just another one of those surreal moments that I seemed to be having a lot of lately. And sure enough, on some amateur teenager page there were a dozen thumbnails of Ann posing nude. Ann turned and gave me a grin, "I got two hundred dollars for these, but I would have done it just for the fun." I was really starting to like Ann! Then she added, "Sometimes I just sit and look at them and imagine all the boys sitting at home at their computers at the same time as me, and they're all jacking off while staring at me naked. The thought turns me on."

I reached over her shoulder, carelessly letting one of my breasts touch her neck and tapped the mouse button on her one rather lewd pose. The thumbnail image quickly changed to a full screen shot of Ann showing her spread open, shaved pussy, a shameless dimpled grin on her face. "Wow, I really like this one, Ann." I straightened as she turned to give me a big smile.

"It's my favorite, too," she said, then turned off the computer and went back to the couch where she refilled the wine glasses. We both wordlessly drank most of our wine before one of us spoke.

It was me who broke the silence. I told her all about me and Selma, basically skimming over the specifics, but making it clear that I was having sex with an older woman for a hundred bucks a pop. She leaned toward me, listening in fascination, and when I finished she said, "Wow, that is so cool, and I thought I was hot stuff for having a few naked pictures on the net! So, what's it like, making it with another chick?"

"Oh!" I said, shocked and suddenly self-conscious of my nudity, "You mean, you never did it with a girl?"

"No," she shrugged, "But I've fucked with three different boys," then I think she started to sense my discomfort, "Oh, you thought I...and that's why you're..." and she looked at my nudity as if for the first time, and then she did a really deep blush. 

Okay, so I misunderstood her from the start, that didn't mean I couldn't still seduce her. I just didn't have a clue how to go about it. I put my hand on her knee, "Well, have you ever thought about it?"

"I'm thinking about it right now," she said breathlessly.

"Do you think I'm attractive?" I asked moving closer to within a few inches of her face.

"Yes," she said softly, then as she lowered her eyes to my breasts, she added, "I think you're just about the sexiest most beautiful girl I've ever seen, but I don't know if I'm ready to uh..."

I reached up and stroked her left breast. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could feel her nipple hardening under the cotton tee shirt. Like Selma had done to me, I spoke so close to her mouth that I knew she would feel my breath in her mouth, "Wouldn't you like to take off your pants so I can look at your pretty pussy? If you will, I promise it will turn me on to look at it."

She swallowed, and I didn't have to look down to know she was pulling down her shorts, and suddenly I realized how I could turn her own to the point of overcoming her inhibitions about making it with another female. "Would you like it if I beat off while watching you pose for me?"

"Gosh yes!" she said raising her eyebrows, then she gave an excited grin, "I wouldn't mind that at all!" So I pulled back a little to give her room, and she stood, pulling down her shorts, and then stripping off her tee shirt. Then she stood before me and propped one hand on her hip, "Well, Cheri, see anything you like?"

I spread my legs and put my hand on my pussy and began to massage it while I looked at her body, "Yes, oh yes," I said, "touch your pretty breasts for me, yesss... make the nipples hard!" I was really getting excited watching her sensuously massage her pink-nippled breasts, and she was getting into it too. She put one foot on the couch beside me, giving me a really nice view of her smooth pussy lips, running her hands slowly over her hips and touching herself lightly, then because I think she could tell I was close to coming, she spread her pussy with her fingertips. 

She was pinkish red inside and glistening with moisture. It was a tiny pussy inside – I could see how I could have my tongue in her vagina and still be rubbing her clit with the base of my tongue. I couldn't imagine how a dick would ever fit into that little vagina. I cried out a little as I came, leaning forward to pant on those open petals. She didn't have much smell, but I could just detect a faint sweet whiff of musk, which really put the icing on my orgasm. But I never touched her during this. As I sat back, catching my breath, she sat beside me and gently touched my arm.

"It was really sexy watching you come," she said, and I could tell from her flushed cheeks that she was in a pretty intense state of excitement herself, "It was one of my fantasies, doing that... touching and showing myself... I mean... in front of you specifically! I thought about doing this for the past two nights, just posing naked in front of you. And you getting so excited that you just had to beat off! I mean if you only knew..." She bit her lower lip, but she was looking at me adoringly.

I smiled, "You mean you've beat off a bunch of times thinking about what we just did?" She nodded shyly. "Well, then I'm glad to make your dream come true." I leaned close to her parted lips, "You poor darling, you must need to come pretty bad by now, don't you?"

"Uh, I guess," she half gasped, and then I kissed her. She kissed back eagerly, a sexy wet kiss with our tongues licking each other. Gently I reached down and brought her hands up to my breasts. She cupped them, squeezing gently then lightly touching my nipples. I touched her breasts, and we just went on kissing and fondling each other's breasts. 

Finally without really pulling back, I spoke softly in her mouth, "Would you spread you legs for me?" I kissed her before she could answer, working her left nipple with my fingers, "I just want to feel your smooth pussy," I ran my tongue slowly around her lips, and she sucked on it sweetly.

She was still sucking my tongue when she kind of muttered around it, "I guess touching it won't hurt anything." I felt her legs spread then I lowered my right hand from her breast down over her smooth tummy and down between her legs. She was unbelievably smooth, no stubble or anything at all, it was a smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom.

I stopped kissing her without moving my face away, my hand still cupping her smooth little pussy, "How did you get it so smooth and soft? A razor and baby powder?"

"No," she giggled, "I spent most of a summer's pay last summer to have it done with a laser.

"When you opened it," I was giving it little squeezes now, and she sighed with pleasure. "When I looked, I mean, it didn't look big enough to take a dick."

She giggled again, "Don't worry, it stretches." I kissed her giving her bald little pussy a harder squeeze, and she whispered, "That feels so good, Cheri, go ahead and put your fingers in me if you don't believe me." I slowly slid my middle finder inside her vagina which was already very wet. It was snug, but as I rolled it around, I pushed in my forefinger as well. Now her vagina was very tight, or she was gripping my fingers with it as I began moving them in and out. She pulled away from my feverish kisses and whispered, "Go ahead; put in another one."

I couldn't hardly believe I was able to get the third one in, but by now I realized, she was using her vagina muscles on me. She had an amazing grip. I knew that I didn't need to touch her clit, it was so close to her vagina, it was already getting a good rubbing and she was breathing hard now as I finger fucked her. It was so sweet, finger-fucking her tight, young, tiny little pussy, and it was arousing me terrifically, "Touch me too, please," I begged in barely a whisper. And she did.

Ann had a marvelously feather light touch as her fingers explored me, but they were also very sure fingers, dipping into my vagina several times then smearing my little clit. Her touch excited me more than I could have imagined, and we both had to stop kissing just to breathe. So, there we sat, gazing into each other's blue eyes and working each other's pussies with our fingers, our hands making sucking and slurping noises. It was a terrifically intimate moment when we began to come together, panting into each other's mouths, gaze to gaze. Her face turned very red and screwed up like she was in pain. We both moaned so loudly that I was grateful for the isolation of the garage apartment. 

Afterwards, we just sat side by side, trying to recover, but still looking at each other, our hands now shyly in our own laps. She licked her lips and said slowly, "That was the best sex I ever had. It really earned the term lovemaking."

I swallowed and took a deep breath to get control of my panting, "Yes. Best for me, too. But you know, it's like that potato chip commercial where you can't just eat one."

"Yeah," she said with a knowing little smile, "I'm still horny too. Just give me a minute to catch my breath."

We drank some more wine and talked some, but both of us could feel the tension building. I just gave her a long look and said, "Stand up on the couch, I want you to come in my mouth." 

"I think I'd like that," she said softly. Ann stood up, bracing one arm against the wall, and cocking one leg on the back of the couch. I bowed down before her and kissed her small foot, then her calf, and then her inner thigh. Then I put my mouth on her smooth pussy lips and split those lovely little lips to give her a french kiss like it was her mouth. Then as I continued exploring her pussy, I dug as deep in her vagina as I could with my nose, and then sucked and used my lips to chew at her outer lips. She moaned and I felt her fingers curling in my hair as I licked and sucked at her delicious silky wetness reveling in her textures. Finally I pulled back enough to focus on her incredibly tiny pussy.

I tenderly kissed her little clit and began licking the smallest circles I could around it. She was really wet now, but still had only that faintest of musky aromas. I can honestly use the word to joyful to describe the loving kisses and licks that I lavished on that little clit while probing that incredibly tight and strong vagina. She cried out, rubbing her now slippery pussy harder on my face, her hips shuddering and bucking at me. 

I kept at it until she sank weakly down, half lying back on the couch arm. I kissed her sweet breasts and sucked gently at her nipples while she settled, her fingers now playing idly with my hair. "That was soooo good," she murmured, her blue eyes half lidded, "so very, very good." Then I laid down on her and kissed her mouth again. She kissed back lazily, her arms around my neck. Finally, I sat up and took a sip of wine. I was pretty horny again, but I didn't want to pressure her.

I had to ask, "Tell me how you got the strongest vagina in the west?"

She giggled, "Ben-wa balls. I can bring a guy off while sitting on his lap without moving my hips."

"Ben-what?" I asked. So she showed me these metal balls, told me they were Japanese in origin and said that she used them often, even at school. On the one hand, they were exercise, but it was still a lot like having sex to use them. I filtered this away, resolving to get me some. Then we just rested a bit and sipped more wine.

"So," I asked idly, "Now you know what I've been thinking when I look at you naked in the shower at school, so, if you weren't thinking the same thing, what were you thinking when you looked at me?"

She smiled and put her hand on my thigh, "Oh, I was thinking a lot of the same sort of thing, or rather, trying not to think about it. I've been fighting it, I'm afraid. It just seems like a big step. But of course, you are also an art course for the eye. How are you handling the horror of being queer?"

"Well," I felt really sympathetic about her doubts, "I'm not giving up my boyfriend, so I guess I can't be a full blown lesbian. But for now, at least," and I ran my eyes over her lovely slim body, "I do seem to be finding girls more exciting than men. What the hell, it's pretty hip to be bi-sexual, right?" She nodded and I continued, rubbing my hand on her thigh, "I like you very much, Ann, and I think we're going to be great friends; I just hope you aren't freaked out by sex with me because I'm really very attracted to you."

She giggled, "Yeah, I guess I'm a little freaked out, but it's exciting, too, and because you think it's a good idea, I guess I'll get a boyfriend, too. I haven't had one for nearly six months. You know, I kinda need to do something..." She sat up and was looking at me adoringly again – I think I liked getting that look from her. And I suspected that I knew what she wanted.

"I'll do anything you want me to, and you can do anything you want to me," I said simply, then I nuzzled in her long brown hair and whispered, "How do you want me lover?"

She tuned her head and kissed me and I felt her hand touching my breast, then in a breathless voice she murmured, "You could seduce a statue with a line like that! Tell you what, just scoot to the edge of the couch and lean back." I did and she still sat beside me, looking me over, touching me lightly with her fingertips, but literally touching me everywhere, she even stroked my armpit, since I had one arm thrown over my head.

"You don't have to go all the way, you know," I said gently, thinking she was hesitating, "I mean your touching is nice enough, in fact, it's very, very nice! You could easily make me come that way with your sweet fingertips."

She smiled and slid to the floor on her knees, "Don't worry, I want to do it, I'm just really enjoying looking at you, I mean," She bent over and kissed one of my calves, "you really are the most gorgeous woman!" Then she spent nearly five minutes kissing my ankles and calves, and rubbing them with her face and breasts. It was much more erotic than I would have guessed. Then she kissed my thighs and I spread them for her. 

She gave that adoring gaze to my pussy and ran her fingertips through my golden pubic hair, and then finally, she spread my lower lips. Then she sort of embraced me, curling one arm under my left thigh and the other curled over my right thigh, and she kissed me, kissed my pussy like I'd kissed hers, like it was her lover's mouth. I cried out a little whoop as she really buried her face in me, once again as I'd done to her. 

After quite a bit of exploration, which was very delightful for me, she settled on my clit, licking and sucking at it until I was shivering on the verge. I wrapped my legs around her and fucked at her face energetically as I came, and I came really hard, as good or better than with Selma. When I'd finally settled my thrashing and she was gently nuzzling my pubic hair, I stroked her hair and asked, "Well?"

She looked up at me and grinned, "Hell, yeah! I like it!" She reached around and grabbed my wine glass and dribbled a few drops of wine on my clit then slurped it off, then grinned at me again, "You're going to have to tell me the stuff that you and Selma do. I want to learn everything!" I still had my legs wrapped around her waist so I hugged her with my legs.




The Amazing Pizza Sex-Suit



"Sure," I said patting the couch. I waited until she had scrambled up beside me and kissed me with one of those sweet, pussy scented kisses, and then I told her about how we'd peed on each other, and about the sixty-nine position and butt licking.

"Wow," she said, plucking at one of my nipples with her finger tips, "I'm going to have to get us a six pack of beer for the next time you come over!" She gave me a sly look, "You know, I got a great view of your ass in the locker room today. It looked pretty good to me."

I glanced at my watch, the only thing I was wearing; "It's getting kind of late, what say I call my mom and tell her I'm staying the night with you. Then we can have sex all night and sleep through part of school tomorrow. We can make up a story about a flat tire. What the hell, we're seniors and expected to be occasionally irresponsible teenagers."

Her grin was so wide, even her dimples had dimples, "Cheri, I love you, girl. Let's go to bed!"

"Not so fast, Ann," I said, "Before we do anything, would you mind bending over for me." She just grinned and turned around, kneeling doggie style on the couch. I kissed her lovely calf muscles, then up the backs of her thighs. Then I spread her white bottom with my hands and began to lick her pale brown pucker, a really cute little asshole. Then I frenched it, sticking my tongue in only for little probes at first, then gradually fucking her ass harder and harder with my tongue while my fingers explored her vagina, and my other hand concerned itself with worrying her clit. She had a long come, and a noisy one, too, crying out my name over and over, panting, gasping and even shrieking a few times. Ann is definitely a party to fuck! People should never underestimate the quiet ones!

To say the least, the night I spent with Ann was the best sex I'd ever had, and we sure had a lot of it. She turned out to be really into playing with my bottom too, which endeared her to me, but the sexiest thing about Ann was that once she decided to go wild, the sky was the limit. She's got this plan for a couple of weeks from now, where we get and seduce someone, a guy or a girl, or a couple and have a roman orgy of some sort, complete with shrimp cocktails, wine and sex games. I have an idea that is going to be a weekend to remember! 

Meanwhile, I got to school just in time for my P.E. class where I assured Belinda that we were still on for this weekend. She wanted to know if we should invite some guys over for sex on Saturday night, so I said sure; I'd have Bob show up at her place about 8:00 o'clock. She's inviting a guy she's been seeing, Dennis, a blond tennis player who's something of a hunk. I was supposed to show up at her place as soon as I got off work on Friday night. 

She's still giving me funny looks, like she knows me too well not to realize that something was different about me. We showered together after class, and she remarked that I was looking very physically fit. If she only knew how much exercise I'd been getting! I made a real effort at not noticing how great and physically fit Belinda looked, I mean, it was getting obvious to me that athletic chicks turn me on a lot – well any woman with nice calf muscles. And speaking of great shapes in female form, Ann gave me a wink in the locker room, and I gave her one back. I thought I might call Ann after work tonight and maybe drop by, but decided to play it by it ear. It was a good thing I decided that, as it turns out. Selma called for me at work and left a message to drop by on my way home.

So, here I am knocking on Selma's door again, and as usual, with flutters in my stomach because I didn't know what to expect, and was looking forward to being surprised. She answered the door wearing an attractive, but somewhat old fashioned looking dress. It was a blue and white print with a loose, flowing sort of skirt that came down to just below the knees. It had a nice neckline, though, showing a generous amount of cleavage. And she was wearing earrings, a necklace, and high heels. She looked ready to go out. 

She invited me in and handed me a very strong rum and coke, told me to drink up and said she'd be right back. I'd finished a gulp or two of the drink when she bustled back in carrying a big box and a couple of smaller boxes. She'd bought me an outfit, similar to hers, but with different colors, but complete with jewelry, a purse and heels, all of which she had me put on immediately. Everything fit perfectly and looked nice, although it wasn't something I'd have bought for myself. 

The purse contained an assortment of items, but I didn't really have time to look through it before she was hustling me out the door, and voila! A limo had appeared. The chauffeur (a female) opened the door, and we got in the back, and it was only then that it occurred to me that despite being all dolled up, I wasn't wearing any panties. Not really a problem in a slightly longer than the knee skirt, but it seemed a little strange. The limo had a built in bar, and Selma handed me a glass of champagne. "Thanks, Selma, but really what's the deal? What's going on?"

"Oh, let's just say that a certain stock market deal went very well today, and now I'm officially rich, so I felt like going out to celebrate and wanted my favorite lover along. So see? No big mystery."

I smiled, "Selma, you're always mysterious, it's part of your nature." I thumbed my necklace at her, "Are these real pearls?"

She smiled back, "Why, thank you dear for calling me mysterious, every woman likes to hear that, and of course the pearls are real, as are the diamonds in your earrings and the emerald in your dinner ring, and your purse is real alligator, Gucci, actually. You can keep those trappings of course, we're really celebrating!" and then she giggled. Actually giggled. I'd never seen her like this, and although I hadn't started to know her well until very recently, I had known her for years, and Selma giggling definitely didn't fit! It suddenly really struck me as more than just out of character for Selma. She was scaring me.

"Sure," I said slowly, "but tell me, Selma, what do you mean by rich?"

She sighed happily, "Well, since all this does concern you in a way... I bought a bunch of stock in a private company as a sort of persuader on a business deal about a year ago, a lot of people would have said I was ripped off, and explaining the loss to my company was a bitch, nearly cost me my job." She paused to giggle again, "So as punishment for the expense report, they made me pay for the stock out of my savings, but the private company went public yesterday with a super new product and the stock just shot through the roof."

She gave me what is best described as a shark's grin, "And today I sold my holdings for a tidy profit. After taxes and trading fees and so forth, I'm now worth over twenty something million dollars, and so," she made a sweeping gesture with her champagne glass, "I retire!"

I still didn't know where this was going, and felt pretty nervous for some reason, I mean, I could imagine the number twenty, and I had a vague idea about the word million, but twenty something million was a concept beyond me, "So, and how does this concern me?"

She gave me a more serious look, "Cut to the chase, eh? Good girl! Okay. I'm putting up my house for sale, and in a few weeks, I leave on a world cruise, so as much as I've enjoyed our brief relationship, it is going to end soon." I know it was silly, but these words hurt more than a little, and it must have showed in my face, because she hastened to add, "Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you, darling. After all, your original incentive was to buy a better car, and since I won't need it when I'm gone, I've decided to sell you my car for..." she did some mental calculations then smiled, "three hundred dollars."

I gulped, "You're going to sell me a nearly new Mercedes for three hundred dollars?"

"Oh, I don't expect you to keep it, dear, that would be foolish, what with the upkeep and the insurance and all," and she made a shrugging gesture, "But you can sell it, buy you a nice, practical Toyota and use the rest for college. Should be enough to put you through. It's their top of the line, except for their limos."

"Selma, you're talking about a car that would pay for all of my college education and then some, even after buying a Toyota," I stopped, speechless for a moment, "I mean, it was never about the money..." Then reality bit me in the ass - I have this regrettable truthful streak, totally out of character, I know, but that is the way it is. I sighed, "Okay, the first time was about the money to talk me into giving it a try, but... you're not only fun, Selma, you're like my... mentor, you know?" Okay, even at the moment, I realized I was being REALLY silly, but I was feeling abandoned – well... dumped!

Selma looked at me sympathetically for a moment, then handed me a card, "I'll miss you too, Cheri, probably more than you can imagine, believe it or not. But people move on, and there'll be times in your life when you have to change your feathers like I'm doing. That card, by the way, is a friend of mine about my age and of similar tastes. I arranged for you to deliver her a pizza earlier tonight. She liked what she saw very, very much and would be very, very interested in being your new, ah, mentor."

My mind, as it were, boggled. I knew intuitively whom she meant – 3239 Bennington with olives and extra cheese. At the time of the delivery to the definitely borderline-mansion, I had thought, what is such a glamorous lady doing ordering a pizza? She was a redheaded woman wearing a tennis outfit, but she could have stepped right off a magazine cover. I mean, this woman was really beautiful, and coincidentally, as covered with freckles as my friend Belinda. 

In fact, I remember at the time thinking, this is how Belinda will look seven to ten years from now, and let me tell you, this woman was one freckled Aphrodite with rich curves, sexy legs and moderate sized breasts. And sure, the woman had looked me over; I mean, everyone looked at my pizza costume that way! The lady was maybe two or three years younger than Selma and even prettier, and obviously athletically inclined, I mean, she had legs that I was jealous of! I looked at the card - 'Rachel Greene' and a phone number was all the card said. "This is very thoughtful, Selma," I said softly, repressing a sigh, "Whether I use it or not, you went out of your way, and very thoughtfully, too, and I do appreciate it."

She smiled, "Well, I'm not gone yet, and we have quite an evening ahead of us, and who knows, I might blow into town now and then and look you up. In fact, you can count on it! Rich I may be, but Cheri, in the last two weeks, you have given me my youth back, and that's something money can't buy!" She gave me a really sweet kiss, and I felt a little guilty for having been pouty, then she got a mischievous look, "You know, next week, about Wednesday, I have a little overnight trip to New York to sign some papers. If you want to go, I could hire you as my um, secretary, and we could do a little shopping, turn it into a two day trip, and on the way... Have you ever heard of the Mile High Club, dear?"

We both busted out laughing, and finally, I said, "Yeah, I've heard of that club, and luckily, I passed typing last year, so Mom might even believe the secretary angle!"

Selma grinned, "Leave that to me, I'll talk to your mom. Meanwhile, we're here!"

'Here' turned out to be the most fancy restaurant in town. We were seated at a corner table in an alcove virtually screened from most of the restaurant by plants. The waiter handed us menus, took our drink order and left. "Selma, I'm not too hungry..." I began. But that wasn't what it was about. It was about sex in public. These dresses were practically designed for it. Even though I only ordered a dessert, it wasn't easy talking to the waiter while Selma was fingering me under the table, meanwhile Selma was sitting as cool as a cucumber, only her right lower arm out of sight. Later, she ate me out in a stall of the women's room with another woman in the next stall! Even though we were as quiet as possible, I know the woman had to suspect something was going on in the next stall.

Okay, I had thought I was pretty cool, and certainly not easily surprised - well, except by Selma, but our next stop shocked even me. We went to a somewhat cheesy strip club - No, not one of those clubs where screaming women stuffed one dollar bills down men's tight pants, I mean a borderline sleazy 'ALL NUDE GIRLS' standard, suburban, totally-nude strip joint. We were the only women there who weren't on stage. I blushed the whole time, but I sure got more than one eyeful!

Then after watching about seven or eight strip acts, Selma tells me to pick out a girl. I thought she was just being whimsical, but I was honest and picked out a brunette who had the best legs that I'd seen in the place. Selma picked out a dyed redhead who was clearly the youngest girl working in the club - I'd guess she was maybe nineteen or twenty. At which point, I had to ask, "Selma, Rachel is a knockout, I mean, how come you and her..."

Selma motioned to a naked waitress as she absently remarked, "We have and occasionally do, but haven't you guessed? When I said we had similar tastes, it's a taste for firm young girls about your age." I thought of how great Ann was and how much I had enjoyed her, and couldn't blame Selma a bit.

Then I thought of Ann again, "Say, I have a friend in school who's recently discovered that she likes girls. She's extremely attractive. What would you say to the two of us throwing you a little 'all girl going away party' for your trip around the world? It would be my pleasure to arrange it, and of course, as the guest of honor, we could do whatever you want." By now, the naked waitress had arrived, and Selma was, for once, the open-mouthed one. I guess I'd surprised her. She motioned me to wait a minute and spoke at length quietly with the waitress. As the waitress hustled off, Selma turned back to me, clearly emotionally affected.

"That is so sweet of you to offer, and naturally, I accept. We'll make the arrangements when I know my schedule better, and meanwhile," she did her brief smile, more her old self, "I've arranged for us a special entertainment, the real reason we came here." Next comes the part that shocked me most of all.

The naked waitress came back a few minutes later, and we were led to a private room in the back, basically set up kind of like a living room. The naked waitress seated us on a sofa and disappeared again. No more than a minute later, the two women we'd picked out showed up, still naked, and each carrying a magnum of cheap champagne and four glasses. I discovered my muscular brunette was named Sugar (?), and she sat on my lap and poured champagne for me and for herself. 

The slim, young redhead seated herself on Selma's lap and poured for them. Her name was Tiger. Wow. To put it simply, after some very superficial conversation, the two women went down on us while we made out with each other. Sugar made sure I had a good orgasm, and Tiger seemed to do as well for Selma. Then Selma asked the two women to sixty-nine until both came. 

They obeyed cheerfully while we ran our hands over their bodies just feeling of everything. It was erotic, weirdly romantic and very bizarre, and not just a little perverse. Which naturally means, I enjoyed the hell out of it. What can I say? The world was a wilder place than I had dreamt of in my philosophy. I never saw any money change hands, and I had no idea what it cost.

I slept like a rock that night, and the next day, my head was full of thoughts about things - I'm sure Belinda found me more distracted than ever, because I totally was. One of the things my head was spinning about was seeing Belinda tonight. There was no question about my telling her the truth, but how I would tell it, or bring it up, and how she would take it - I just had no idea. 

Would I call Rachel? How would I explain to my mom about the Mercedes? – Well, Selma would probably take care of that somehow. Was I really flying to New York next week? 

At least I got one thing off my mind. I took Ann aside during P.E. and told her about my idea for an all-girl-going-away sex party for Selma, and she was enthusiastic - and I mean, Very. But should I tell Belinda about Ann? I could tell her everything else, and would have to, but telling about Ann was a little different, I mean, that was Ann's business as well as mine. So, I decided that I would keep that private for the time being - that was one more thing I didn't have to spin my head about. No, I sighed, I had to be honest with Belinda, so I would have to talk to Ann about it in chemistry class. Life was so complicated.

As soon as I got off work, I headed over to Belinda's without changing out of my pizza outfit. Belinda had never seen me in it, and since it was the outfit that had started all this, I figured it was a good way to introduce the subject. Belinda thought the outfit was hilarious, and as she mixed us rum and fruit punch, she made a number of jokes about how I looked. I sat back on her couch, watching her make the drinks and noticing how she looked. She was dressed in a tee-shirt and cutoffs, no shoes, and I just couldn't take my eyes off her shapely, freckled legs. Would I be this attracted to Rachel? She walked over, handed me a drink and sat down on the divan across from me and said, "So, are you ready to spill your guts about why you've been so mysterious lately?"

So, I told her everything, even about Ann (she had given me the go ahead in chemistry class), and of course, this being a rather long story, we were on our third drinks by the time I finished. We were sitting facing each other, cross-legged on the floor. We had abandoned the furniture by the end of the second drink. "Well," I concluded, "What do you think?"

She grinned, obviously a wee bit tipsy, "You're sure more colorful than I gave you credit for. I mean, wow, fucking your neighbor, your boyfriend and a lady named Selma! And now you have money for college!" She suddenly looked more serious, "Are you going to call this Rachel, too? I mean, you've told me how much fun Selma is, but how is this affecting you? What's it really like, having sex with a woman? Do you think you'll turn gay?"

I had to grin, "Belinda, I don't think anyone turns gay or straight, that's just who you are, but I do think anyone can be bisexual. I sure as hell am, I mean, I'm not giving up boys, but I'm not giving up girls either. As for what it's like? I think sex with girls is a blast, but I guess you have to try it to know how you'll like it."

Belinda looked thoughtful, "Well, I have to admit that I've wondered about it, but I'm not at all sure I want to find out how I'd feel," she shrugged, "Like, what if I liked it too much, or something?" I wasn't sure what to think of that remark, so I let it pass as Belinda gulped down the last of her drink. At least she wasn't shocked or acting any different towards me.

I finished my drink a moment later, "Is the pool heated up?" It was our tradition. Whenever Belinda's parents were away, we always started our weekend off by skinny-dipping in the pool. Like I knew that Belinda had already placed a couple of terry cloth robes on one of the poolside tables for when we climbed out dripping. Then we'd usually go back inside and get pretty drunk, only this time we'd started the drinking first, probably because Belinda wanted me to talk. What can I say? It had worked like a charm.

Belinda grinned enthusiastically at my question, "You thinking about a skinny dip?" I grinned back, and we stripped on our way out to the pool. Belinda didn't even bother turning on the lights, but the moon was out so we could see pretty well. For once, I didn't look at Belinda as she stepped out of her shorts. I guess I didn't want to be reminded how attracted I was to her, so I just jumped on in the pool, and I heard her splash in behind me. We swam around, splashing each other for a while, and then we all but collided in the middle of the pool, and I wrapped my arms around her to keep her from splashing me, then suddenly we both became instantly aware that we were naked and hugging our bodies together. Belinda kind of froze, but she didn't pull away either. 




The Amazing Pizza Sex-Suit



She's a little shorter than me, so it just seemed the most natural thing in the world to turn a bear hug into an embrace and kiss her. She kissed me back briefly, our tongues barely touching, and then she suddenly pushed away, splashed me, and climbed giggling out of the pool. I chased her, but you know how it is, running in water. I quit trying to catch her, put on the over-sized terry cloth robe that she'd left for me and began drying off as I walked in. Not that you even have to pat yourself, you just put on the robe and walk; it's like automatic drying. Inside and already wrapped in her robe, Belinda was back at the bar making another couple of drinks. She handed me mine, and we clinked glasses. She studied me with her lovely green eyes, and I wasn't sure at all about her mood, "You kissed me. Does that mean you want to have sex with me?"

"I kissed you, because I wanted to," I answered carefully, "But if you're asking if I'm attracted to you, then yes, I guess I am." I smiled and shrugged, "But it's not like I planned it or anything." I walked back to the couch and sat down, and this time she sat beside me, still staring at me curiously. I looked her back in the eyes, "You kissed me back. I thought it was a very sweet kiss. How did you like it?"

"I guess I liked it," she looked hesitant, "It just feels funny having those feelings about a girl, and my best friend at that. I mean, it makes me look at you a little differently now."

I nodded, "I know what you mean. After my first time with Selma, suddenly the locker room after gym class became something of a sexual experience, and I'll admit that at first it kind of freaked me out. But after a little more adjustment, it's just made life more interesting and exciting. I care about sex more than I used to, in fact, now I think about it a lot. But it's really been fun so far. Besides, life is short," I sat down my glass and put my hand on her arm, "Don't you want to experience as much of it as you can? On the other hand, I love you as a friend, Belinda, and it won't hurt me a bit if you want to keep it that way."

She grinned and sat her own drink down, "You're pretty persuasive, and I guess there wouldn't be any danger of getting pregnant, that's something. But I still feel pretty weird about it."

I put my arm around her and kissed her on the cheek, "Look, you don't have anything to be nervous about. I promise, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, and I will just do some things to make you feel really good." I spread her robe just enough to bare one freckled breast and wrapped my lips around her firm pink nipple. I sucked at it and gave it tender little nips with my teeth.

"Okay," she swallowed, and then gasped a little gasp, "Oh, that feels nice all right." I felt her fingers curl in my hair, and I spread her robe to reveal her other breast and began to give it my loving attentions. Meanwhile, I began moving my hand up her leg, just rubbing the outside of her calves and thigh. Then I raised my head and kissed her fully and passionately on the mouth. 

She really kissed back this time, her tongue dancing with mine while I used my hands to spread her robe wide, exposing her whole body. She even helped me by shrugging out of the sleeves herself. I sat back and shucked my own robe while getting an eyeful of her lovely body. Then I knelt between her knees, spread them and laid my naked body on hers and gave her several short, wet kisses on the mouth, our breasts pressed together, and my cunt grinding at hers. "God! Cheri, you're making me so hot!" she gasped between kisses.

I lowered myself back down to kiss her legs, inching closer and closer to that lovely red-gold triangle. But I did take my time getting there, especially after all the times I had admired those perfect, freckled calves. I even sucked her toes before I got to her calves, sucking and licking each one individually. When I got to her round, hard thighs, I even gave her a small hicky there, and whispered, " A little souvenir." 

Then I kissed and licked all around it her gorgeous red-furred mound, enjoying her woman scent, which after the pool, was just barely there but subtly increasing with her excitement. I used my thumbs to spread her bottom cheeks and licked at her tender pink asshole. She groaned and raised her knees, so I slipped my tongue into the tight, dry pucker and tongue-fucked her bottom for a couple of minutes while she wriggled and moaned. 

Then I very suddenly gave her a passionate french kiss right in her pussy's slit, rubbing my nose in her vagina, and then chewing her pussy lips with my lips. She screamed a high pitch cry and grabbed me by the hair, dragging me to her clit. I obliged by licking and nibbling her clit with my lips, and she began groaning and thrusting her pussy against my face. I slipped two of my fingers up her vagina and massaged hard at the upper area just under the bone while continuing to chew her clit with my lips and teasing it with my tongue. She screamed again and began shaking and heaving, so I took one of my pussy wet fingers and fairly rammed it up her bottom and gave her about six or seven good thrusts while I rode her bucking pussy with my mouth. As her heaves and moans began to subside, I gentled her with kisses and rubbing my hands over her lovely body.

"Oh, Cheri!" she said at last, "I still don't know how I'll feel about doing that to you, but I can for sure say that I love you doing it to me. That was the fastest, hardest come I've ever had, and the longest, too, come to think of it. No wonder that lady pays you a hundred bucks a pop, you're definitely worth it and more!"

"Yeah well, believe it or not, that was just as much fun for me," and I kissed her mouth. "I'll give you a few minutes to rest before I do you again."

Her eyes widened, "Oh no, not before I get a chance to make you happy. Mmmm, my pussy tastes good on your mouth, now I've got to find out what yours tastes like." She paused then gave me a quizzical look, "This may sound weird, but... When I looked down and saw your face between my legs, it was... it was just one of the prettiest sights I've ever seen! Do you know what I mean?"

"Oh yeah, I know what you mean." I laid back and rested my head on the couch arm, "There's nothing prettier than a beautiful lady eating your pussy, and am I ever looking forward to the sight!"

And what a sight it was! Every woman should have the experience of looking down at a green-eyed, freckle-faced redhead between her legs; I mean, the colors are as fantastic as the orgasms! We made love for hours and even did the peeing thing later out by the pool. Cuddling together before we went to sleep, we resolved to have sex with the boys in the living room tomorrow so we could watch each other get fucked. My last thought before passing out was how my adventures had started with my amazing pizza sex-suit.

(Author's note: This is another old story of mine, that after being published elsewhere, I decided to improve it from its rougher original. Comments, criticisms and the sharing of personal experiences all welcome, whatever, but please remember to vote!)