0 comments/ 140068 views/ 15 favorites Coming Out By: Gizmo19 Tonight is the night. All my training has led to this. I am about to suck my first cock – and my wife will be cheering me on. But let me tell you how it began... My wife Kate is a very sexy lady. She has great breasts, an ass to die for and legs that don't seem to quit. I am lucky to have her and I know it! So does she! What she likes about me is my willingness to do whatever she wants me to do sexually. We were married for only a short while when I realized that I was going to be dominated in bed. And I loved the thought. I had always wanted a women (or a man as I was to find out later) to dominate me. It started with her directing me what to do and how to do it. She loved it when I would get on my knees and eat her pussy through her panties while she sat with her legs spread. After she came, she would allow me to fuck her with my 'little cock'. Then she would stick a finger in her pussy and have me lick it clean. At first, I was disgusted with the thought of eating cum, but then I began to look forward to our sessions. Once she had me hooked on licking her finger clean, she moved on to the next level. After I had made her cum with my lips and tongue, she had me lie down and she straddled my cock and fucked me fiercely. When I came in her, she crawled up my body and sat on my face. At first I tried to turn away, but she grabbed my head and forced my mouth to her pussy. As my cum began to ooze out, I gave up and opened my mouth. Gobs of cum flowed into my waiting mouth. As my tongue started to search for more, Kate started humping my mouth in a frenzy. She came again, violently. Her juices were running into my mouth, mixed with my juices. I knew we had reached a point in our sex life from which there would be no turning back. The next step came as no surprise. Kate came home one day with some bags and she tossed me one as I sat on the couch. Inside was a dildo! A large, realistic looking cock, complete with veins, balls and a harness for someone to strap it on with! "Relax Mark" Kate said as she saw the look of fear on my face. "I'm not planning to fuck you with it - at least not for a while. You are going to learn to suck it and then I'm going to find a real cock to fuck your face with." She then proceeded to strip in front of me and strapped the dildo on. She looked fabulous. My mini cock sprang to attention as I took in the view of my beautiful sexy wife with an 8" cock pointing at me. "Strip" she ordered me. When I took my underwear off and she saw my hard on, a smile crossed her face. "You are looking forward to this aren't you, you little cocksucker? I think if you are going to suck cock like a girl, you should dress like one." And with that she tossed me the other bag she was carrying. Inside were several pairs of panties – pink ones and red ones and yellow ones – all lacy and see through. "Put the pink ones on" she commanded. Again, I could not contain my excitement and my cock strained against the silky panties as I slid them on. "Come here and get on your knees." Kate demanded. I wasted no time in obeying. I was eye to eye with the real looking cock as it swayed in front of my face. Kate then processed to direct me in the ways to suck a cock. "Lick here, suck this way, slide your mouth up and down like this." I was so horny I could not keep my hands off my cock as I caressed it through my pink panties. A large wet spot appeared as the precum leaked from my cock. Kate grabbed my head and started thrusting the rubber dick in and out of my mouth. "I wish it was real and would shoot a load of cum in me." I thought as she bucked her hips back and forth. I was stroking my cock harder and more quickly as she did. Suddenly she stopped thrusting and pulled the cock from my mouth. "Stop jacking off." she said as she sat down on the couch and spread her legs. "Come here and eat my pussy" she said huskily as she pulled the cock and harness to one side exposing her extremely wet pussy. I sank my lips and tongue into her and licked furiously. Her juices flowed into my mouth and she soon was coming and coming and coming. When she finished she told me to stand up and pull my panties down. My little cock was throbbing up and down and I caught my breath. "Jack off onto the dildo." Kate told me. I grabbed my cock and was soon spurting come all over the fake dick. "Now get back on your knees and clean all the cum off my cock." Kate ordered. I dropped to my knees without hesitation and began to suck and lick all my hot cum off. It was delicious and before I finished, my cock was rock hard again. Over the next few months, we had many more sessions like this. Kate insisted I wear panties whenever I was at home and took great pleasure in taking me to lingerie stores and buying panties that she told the clerk were for me. My collection grew and I looked forward to coming home from work and slipping into a pair. So, enough of the background and back to tonight. Kate had advertised in a local magazine that had an adult classified section for a well-hung male to service her husband. She had received 3 replies and through interviews had selected James. She told me James was South American, had an eight and one half inch cock and loved to be sucked off by sissy husbands while their wives watched. As James walked through the door, my excitement grew. He was a young, good-looking Hispanic male with an air of arrogance that said he liked to dominate too. After a little small talk, he told me to take my robe off and get on my knees. I was wearing my light green lace panties and my cock was already sticking straight out. James looked at me and smiled. "What a tiny cock." He said. "How do you expect to please a women as sexy as your wife with that little thing?" He walked over to me and said "Unzip me and see what a real man's cock looks like." My hands shook as I pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants. My hand closed around a warm, soft, large piece of flesh and I pulled it out. Not only was it huge (and it was still soft), but it was also uncut. I had fantasized about sucking a cock with a foreskin and now I was about too. As I held this magnificent piece of flesh in my hand, it started to grow a little. The heads began to peek out of the foreskin and my mouth began to water in anticipation. "Open your mouth you faggot cock-sucker." James commanded. I eagerly opened wide and let his cock slip in. Oh the joy! I could taste his musky man smell and I moved forward taking more and more in my mouth. My tongue started probing his foreskin and pushing it back from the head. His cock was getting bigger and bigger and I sucked him deeper into my mouth. I could hear Kate moaning and knew she was probably fingering her cunt as she watched. James cock was out to its full length now and the precum was starting to flow into my mouth. I started bobbing up and down faster and faster. James was moaning and soon he grabbed my head and started pumping his cock in and out viciously. Suddenly, I felt the vein under his cock throb and then he was shooting hot cum into my mouth – one, two, three shots filled my mouth to overflowing. His cum dipped down my chin and onto his cock as he kept thrusting in my mouth. Oh the ecstasy! As I kept sucking, I reached down and grabbed my rock hard cock. It took about three strokes and I shot a load halfway across the room. Finally James stopped cumming and pulled his still hard cock from my lips. He gripped it in his hand and pumped it a few times. More cum came oozing out and I leaned forward and licked it off the head of his cock. I didn't want to stop. He took his cock and wiped it all over my face, and then through the cum that had dripped down my chin. Then he brought his cock back and slid it into my mouth so I could suck that delicious fluid off. As I finished, I looked at Kate. She still had her hand in her panties and a satisfied smile on her face. "That was so sexy! I think we will do this again... and again." James then looked at Kate and smiled. "He's a pretty good cock-sucker. Would you like me to fuck him?" Kate thought for a minute, and then replied "Maybe next time." Coming Out Maggie stood at the window, watching the snow falling outside. She was so deep in thought that she barely noticed when Tricia came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her. "Wow, look at it out there," Tricia said, "I'm glad we're in here all warm." "Yeah," Maggie replied, distractedly. "Something on your mind I should know about," Tricia asked. "Huh? Oh, sorry Trish, just lost in the moment," Maggie said, turning around in Tricia's arms and hugging her. Tricia returned the hug. "Ahhh, that's better. So what had you so distracted? Anything I can help you with?" Maggie thought about it for the briefest second, but decided against confessing what was on her mind. "Nah, I was just staring out into the snow. I'm definitely glad I'm in here with you." "Good," Tricia beamed, "let's get the fire built up and have a nice erotic evening. I want to do wonderfully lascivious things to you." She led Maggie by the hand over to the fireplace where she threw a few more heavy logs on the fire. The logs hissed and crackled, shooting sparks up the chimney. With that done, she turned back to Maggie, and started unbuttoning Maggie's blouse. Maggie followed suit and started undressing Tricia. Soon they were in a tangled embrace on the floor, clothes forgotten as they reveled in each others' bodies, kissing and stroking every exposed area. Their lust grew and they ravished each other, finally lying in a heap, breathless and exhausted. They slept where they were, in each others' arms. Maggie awoke in the first pale gray light of early morning. She smiled, remembering their lovemaking the night before, but then she remembered what had preceded it, and the smile left her face. She hated lying to Tricia, and not saying anything was the same as lying, but she hadn't thought that the time was right. The thoughts had been in her mind her whole life, as long as the knowledge that she liked girls, but somehow it wasn't something she could talk about. How could she just come out and tell Trish that what she wanted was to be spanked? What if Trish thought she was crazy or sick for wanting that, and didn't want to have anything to do with her because of it? She couldn't imagine not having Trish in her life, not seeing her as they woke up together every morning. That was too much to risk, so she stayed quiet about what she fantasized about constantly. It wasn't that she wasn't satisfied with what she had, she wanted Trish, needed Trish, but she wanted and needed to be spanked too. She wanted Trish to put her over her knee, bare her bottom and spank her. When she fantasized about it, she had incredible orgasms with little effort. Then she would feel guilty because she couldn't share any of her fantasies with the woman she wanted to spend her life with. She rolled over to look at Trish and wondered how to tell her this deepest, darkest secret. She was still so confused about herself that she wasn't sure she could tell anybody else. She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest, and didn't do anything to stop the flow of tears that started rolling down her face. She cried out her fears silently. "Hey babe, what's the matter," Trish asked as she sat up next to Maggie. "Um.....uh, it's nothing, just hormones probably," Maggie stammered. She gave Trish a half smile. Trish rubbed Maggie's back. "Okay, if you say so. You'd tell me if it was anything important though, right?" "Yeah, I'll let you know if it's something important," Maggie replied softly as she snuggled into Trish's arms. It felt right, being there, so safe in her arms, and she just couldn't say the words which could make it all go away. Not yet, maybe not ever. ************* A week later, Maggie wrote her heart out into her journal. January 10, 1986 As different as being gay made me feel when I was young, wanting to be spanked makes me feel like a freak. I've never known anybody else who wanted the same thing. Trish could never love me if she knew. How could she? I'm willing to give up this fantasy if it means keeping Trish in my life. Maybe some day when we're old and gray and it doesn't matter anymore, I'll have the courage to say the words, but until then the only thing I can do is write them in here. Dearest Trish, I've never known how to tell you my biggest secret, showing you the darkest part of my soul. Please don't hate me for what I'm going to say. I've always had this need in me, for something that may seem a little strange. I have fantasies about it and now they include you. I want you to spank me, not because I'm "bad", but because I think it would be the sexiest thing in the world. I want to be over your knee, with you spanking my bare bottom. I want to surrender all control and be at your mercy. I want you to not think of me as some sick person because of this. I want so many things, but I'd give them up for you, if you asked. Love, Maggie Oh, how I wish I could say those words, she thought to herself, as she stopped writing. Maggie jumped when she heard the front door open. She slammed the journal shut and ran to greet Tricia. "Wow, you're already home! How'd you manage that," Tricia asked. "I snuck out early," Maggie grinned, "wasn't anything to stay there for anyway, and I wanted to be with you." "Ooh, flattery will get you all kinds of interesting places," Trish said, doing her Groucho Marx imitation with her eyebrows. "That's what I was hoping for," Maggie laughed, "I was thinking we'd go for Chinese take-out, rent a couple movies, come home and make out on the couch like a couple teenagers. Sound good," Maggie asked as she moved closer and closer to Trish, her voice getting huskier and softer the closer she got. "Sounds perfect," Trish breathed as their lips met. They kissed long and hard. The seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes lost meaning. When they finally parted, they were breathless and a bit dazed. "If that's the kind of welcome home I get when you come home early, maybe you should come home early every day," Trish laughed softly, "Better yet, quit your job and become a kept woman. I promise to keep you." Maggie giggled. "I like the sound of that, but I'd get bored and fat. You wouldn't want me to get fat now, would you?" Trish looked Maggie square in the eye. "I would want you and love you if you were fat or were missing part of your body. I love you for the you inside, not what your outside looks like. I just consider it a bonus that you're cute besides," she added with a grin. Maggie hugged her tight. But could you love me if you found out out I was a freak, she thought to herself. "Okay," she said finally, "Let's get this show on the road. I'm starved!" Later, the empty Chinese food containers were strewn across the coffee table, an empty wine bottle next to them, along with with the video boxes. Maggie and Trish were camped out on the couch, mildly drunk, watching a movie. Their making out had segued into Maggie leaning against Trish, dozing more than watching. "Boy, I wish I could get lucky enough to get what I want like she did," Maggie mumbled, half asleep. "What, babe," Trish asked. "The woman in the movie, she got what she'd always wanted," Maggie said, still sleepily. "You've got what you want. You've got me, a good job, and we've got this house," Trish said, "What else is there?" "I know all that. You're everything a girl could want. I'd just like it if you could.......", her words trailing off as she fell deeply asleep. The next morning Maggie awoke on the couch, with a fuzzy feeling in her head and no Trish next to her. She panicked for a moment, but then saw Trish sitting across from her on the chair, reading. "Hey, what are you reading that's more interesting than being over here with me," Maggie asked, rubbing her eyes. "After what you said last night I didn't sleep much. I wondered what was missing from your life, and then I found this," Trish held up Maggie's journal. Maggie's head spun, more from realization than a hangover. She'd left the journal out on the desk the day before, and now Trish had found it and was reading it. Every dark secret and thought she had ever had was in that book. "What did you find out," Maggie asked hesitantly, afraid of the answer. She braced herself to hear what she'd been dreading. "Well, I found out that you don't trust me," Trish said. "I do trust you! I love you," Maggie exclaimed. This wasn't what she had expected to hear, and she barely knew what to say. "Then why couldn't you tell me what was in your heart, and why have you been lying to me? Why did I have to read your journal to find out who you really are," Trish said, an edge to her voice. "I....I was afraid. I didn't want to lose you, and I thought that if you knew, you'd leave me," Maggie said mournfully. "So instead of trusting what we have together, you decided to keep things to yourself. You don't have any faith in me as a partner if you thought I'd be shallow enough to just leave you over something like that. You have no idea how much that hurts," Trish said. When she looked up, Maggie saw tears in Trish's eyes. Maggie swallowed hard past the lump forming in her throat. "Trish, I'm sorry, I never meant for it to seem like I didn't trust you. I didn't have faith in myself, because I've always felt like a freak because of it. When you feel like that, the last thing you want to do is to proclaim it, even to the one person who means everything to you. Forgive me?" Trish put the journal down. "Eventually, but not right now. Everything I believed in, everything I thought we had, is in doubt right now. What other things haven't you told me? After sleeping with you and loving you for three years, I find out that there's something fundamental that's missing from your life, and I thought we could tell each other everything. What else haven't you trusted me with? I have to think about some things, so I'm going out for a while. We'll talk when I come back." Maggie panicked for real then. "You are coming back though, right? You won't just leave for good. Promise?" Trish got up to leave, and looked sadly at Maggie. "I said I'd be back. The fact that you felt you had to ask proves what I said before. You really don't have any faith in me." Trish walked out the room, and Maggie shouted after her. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" She broke down in sobs, sure that she had ruined everything. Maggie didn't move from the couch all day. Distraught and lonely, she cried off and on while clutching a pillow to her chest, and when she wasn't crying she was thinking. She thought about how she had misjudged what Trish's reaction would be to what she had kept hidden, and wondered how she could've been so wrong. She hadn't doubted Trish's love, but she had always thought that there were things that even love couldn't fix. The shadows grew long in the living room as the day wore on, and still no Trish. Maggie considered the idea that Trish wouldn't be able to forgive her. She'd said she'd come back and that they'd talk, but that didn't mean that Trish would be willing to stay with her. She had to do something drastic to make it up to Trish, to make everything right again, and she had an idea. She just wasn't sure that Trish would go for it. She hoped she would, because it was probably the only chance they had left. Maggie didn't remember falling asleep, but the next thing she knew, she awoke to see Trish sitting on the chair across from her again. Maggie jumped up, ran over to Trish, and threw her arms around her. "Oh Trish, I missed you, I'm sorry, I was a complete idiot, and it'll never happen again," she said in a jumble of words and tears. Trish pulled back out of the embrace a little, but only to look at Maggie. The look Maggie saw in Trish's eyes was softer than she'd seen earlier, and not as pained. It gave her the courage to say what she needed to say next. "I've been thinking of how to make this up to you. I was awful, and I feel guilty as hell about it. I never meant to hurt you. I should be punished," Maggie said seriously. Trish looked at Maggie with a questioning expression on her face. "How should I punish you? In your journal you said you couldn't see getting spanked for being bad." Maggie took a deep breath. "I know, and I still don't, not normally. This is different. I almost destroyed the one thing in this world that means the most to me. I feel so bad, you have no idea how bad. I need to get past this guilt, if you're willing to help me. I want us to be what we were, what we can be in the future, which is maybe more than we ever have been. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and I want you to forgive me. It's the only way I can think of to make amends." Trish didn't say anything, and Maggie held her breath. Everything hinged on Trish's reaction. Their love, their future, all hung in the balance. Maggie closed her eyes, almost ready to go down in crushing defeat, losing all. "Okay." Maggie's eyes flew open. "Okay? You said okay? Oh Trish, you have no idea how happy you've made me! I couldn't stand the thought of losing you, and I was so sure I had!" She knelt between Trish's legs, and threw herself into Trish's arms. Trish held Maggie, and talked softly into Maggie's hair. "I'm not sure I understand all of this yet, but I think that if we're going to get past this and get on with our life together, which I want more than anything, punishing you seems like out best option. I'm not doing it for revenge or to hurt you. You know that, right?" Maggie pulled back a little, tears in her eyes. "I know, and I wouldn't ever think that. You're doing it because I screwed up by not trusting you, and I deserve whatever I get. I shouldn't have kept it from you. I'm just so relieved that you're willing to do this so that we can go back to the way things were." Trish laughed. "Oh, we'll never go back to the way things were. You won't be keeping things from me anymore, and besides, I now know this amazing thing about you. It makes me curious, and I want to learn what I can if it's going to be a part of our lives. I may not understand it, but the idea of it doesn't freak me out. As hot as sex is for us already, if this makes it even better, then I'm all for it." Maggie knelt there, mouth agape. She couldn't believe she was hearing what Trish was saying. This was the stuff of daydreams and first star wishes. She had never thought it could really happen. Trish looked at her questioningly. "I thought you'd want this." Maggie snapped out of her shock. "I do! I'm just stunned that you've accepted it so easily! I've had my whole life to think about it, and you've only had what, twelve hours? I never imagined it was possible." "It's possible because I love you, and if you were willing to do without it to keep me, the least I can do is try it so that I can keep YOU. I wouldn't want to have you going elsewhere to get what you need." Maggie smiled. "I'd never go anywhere else, silly. Have I told you lately how much I love you?" "How about you wait and see how you feel after I punish you. You may not love me so much," Trish laughed. "If anything, I'll love you more, because you're willing to give this, and us a chance," Maggie said, her voice getting lower. Trish looked into Maggie's eyes with an assurance that calmed Maggie. "I hate to change the subject, but I think we've talked long enough, don't you think? No need to prolong the inevitable. It's time for your punishment." Maggie's heart beat faster, and she took a deep breath. "Okay, so what do we do first? I've never done this, you know, even if I have thought about it my whole life." Trish stood up and pointed. "I want you in the bedroom. If we're going to do this, we might as well do it right." Maggie jumped up, surprising herself by obeying Trish so quickly. "Yes, Trish. You're the boss," and she ran into the bedroom. Trish didn't follow right away, so Maggie sat on the edge of their bed and tried to calm down. She'd never been spanked before, and except for what she imagined in her fantasies, she didn't know what to expect. She liked the idea of Trish being in charge, being the boss when it came to spanking. If there was one thing she'd always known, it was that she wanted to be on the receiving end, the one whose bare bottom was spanked and reddened. She knew it would hurt, but she didn't know how much, and she didn't know what Trish was planning to spank her with. She looked around the room at the huge four-poster bed, and the pictures on the walls, and wondered if what was about to happen to her would make her feel differently about her surroundings and about her life. She was about to be a spanked girl, and a thrill ran through her entire body at the idea of it. Trish walked into the room then, interrupting Maggie's reverie. It seemed to Maggie that the atmosphere was instantly charged because of Trish's presence and she felt Trish's command of the situation. "Okay, take off your pants and panties," Trish announced. Maggie's eyes got big at the pronouncement, and she swallowed hard, but she did as she was told, leaving her sweatpants and her panties in a heap on the floor. She grasped the hem of her sweatshirt to take it off too, but Trish reached out and stopped her. "I don't want you to think about sex during this, so leave the shirt on. This is punishment, not fun" Trish said seriously. "I want you concentrating on why you're getting punished and not on what's going on between your legs." Maggie blushed crimson, flustered that Trish could realize just what all of it meant to her. She stammered in embarrassment, but stopped when nothing she said came out intelligibly. "Stand at the foot of the bed, facing it, and bend over," Trish decreed, pointing at the spot. Maggie's legs felt weak suddenly. Now that the moment of truth was actually upon her, she lost some of the courage she'd had when she'd agreed to be punished. She stood at the foot of the bed, and as she bent over, she felt more exposed and vulnerable than she ever had in her life. Her bare bottom felt like some enormous target that had a bull's-eye painted on it. Panic gripped her, and she squeaked as she felt Trish come up behind her and place her leg behind both of Maggie's, effectively trapping her. The helplessness was almost too much, and she fought not to struggle. She didn't want Trish to think she was trying to chicken out of the deal. Her breath left her as she felt the first smack against her left cheek. She couldn't tell what had smacked her, but she knew it wasn't Trish's hand. It was harder and more concentrated than a hand would be. It almost felt anti-climactic to Maggie. She barely felt it, at first. The sting spread slowly, deceptively making her think that it wouldn't be so bad. She still wondered what it was that Trish was spanking her with. She wanted to look back, but she wasn't sure if she should. She was obviously in enough trouble without adding to it. The second smack landed and stung a bit more than the first, but she still thought she could handle it. She wasn't expecting what happened next though. Trish let loose with a volley of spanks, fast and furious, which had Maggie yelping and trying in vain to escape the blows. She was trapped by Trish's leg against both of hers, and bent over the way she was, she could barely even wiggle, let along move enough to evade the punishment. Trish kept spanking in silence. Maggie could tell that she was still angry with her, so she remained wordless, just allowing her cries to speak for her. She wanted things to be over with, but knew that it was not her place to ask for it. Trish was in charge, and only she could say when this would be over, when Maggie would be forgiven. Maggie had no idea of the number of strokes she had endured by then, all she knew was that her bottom burned and stung terribly. She didn't know how much more she could take. She hadn't started crying, she was still struggling against the spanks, even though she knew she deserved every one of them. She didn't know why she couldn't give in, couldn't surrender to Trish and the punishment, especially since it was all she'd ever wanted, to give up control to someone else. All she could think about was the pain, not how sorry she was that she'd hurt Trish. She couldn't focus, hell, she could barely even breathe. Coming Out Finally she felt the pain change to something else. It still hurt, more than anything, but somehow she was able to let go a bit, not struggle anymore. When that happened she thought of Trish and what she was doing for the two of them. She had accepted everything Maggie had written about in her journal, and all Maggie could manage to do was fight against Trish. She was being an ungrateful wretch, not being fair, when all Trish was trying to do was make their lives better. All at once she felt profoundly remorseful for having almost ruined everything, and she stopped fighting the spanking. She sagged against the bed, gasping for air. "Trish, I'm so sorry," Maggie sobbed into the quilt. "I know you are, and I'm glad that you finally said it. I was beginning to think that I was going to have to spank you all night," Trish said as she gave Maggie a few last smacks. She lifted Maggie up and held her tight, whispering and stroking her back to calm her down. Finally Maggie felt better, and stopped crying. Although her bottom ached, and probably would for a while, she felt better than she ever had. All the uncertainty was gone for the first time, and she knew that things were right finally. She looked into Trish's eyes. "Can I ask a question?" "Of course. You're forgiven, and you're still my beautiful girl," Trish said softly. Maggie grinned at that. She'd wondered if she'd ever hear those words again. "Um, what was it that you spanked me with? I thought you'd put me over your knee and spank me with your hand, since neither of us had ever done this before." "I used my hairbrush. I had thought about it while I was out, and I knew that since you think of this sexually, I knew that for it to be punishment it would have to be drastic. If I'd put you over my knee, it would've turned sexual, and it wouldn't have worked. The next spanking is going to be over my knee, and my hand is going to be doing a lot more than spanking you," Trish said in a low, lust-filled voice. "You really liked it that much," Maggie asked. "I didn't like having to punish you, but I do like the idea of spanking you until you're overcome with lust," Trish said with a big grin. "A woman after my own heart," Maggie said, as she kissed Trish. "Hey, none of that," Trish said, "I don't want you thinking that punishment will switch over to passion with a bat of your eyes. I don't know about you, but I was too upset earlier to eat anything. We need to get dinner and then we're going to bed, to SLEEP." "You're the boss," Maggie giggled, "I think I'm going to like this." Maggie fell asleep that night knowing that she was very loved and cared for, and she knew that things would be very different from then on. ********************************** A few nights later, Maggie came home from work to a house that was semi-dark, lit only with candles. The fire was going full-force in the fireplace, and the pillows were strewn on the floor in front of it. "I'm home," she called out as she took her coat off. Trish came into the room with more candles. "Hey, look who's here!" "Who were you expecting," Maggie asked with a grin, pointing with her chin at all the candles. "You of course, silly," Trish laughed, "It was my turn to sneak out of work early so I could surprise you." "I'm surprised, alright, in a very good way. What do you have in mind," Maggie asked with a spark in her eye. "I want to spank you, and I want to make love to you all night. I don't think that'll be a problem, will it," Trish whispered as she came closer to Maggie, their lips barely touching. "I also want you naked, and I want to strip you." She kissed Maggie as she finished the sentence. Her tongue ventured between Maggie's lips, and their tongues danced together. As they kissed, Trish slowly started to peel Maggie's clothes from her body. She broke the kiss to remove Maggie's shirt and bra, and kissed Maggie's breasts as they came into view. She ran her tongue over each nipple, and Maggie felt them harden under the attentiveness. Maggie felt the stirrings of helplessness wrapped in lust, and it made her whole body tingle with anticipation. Trish was unwrapping her like some wonderful present to be savored and adored. Maggie longed to press her body against Trish, but she knew that she was no longer in charge of any of it. What happened from here on in would be directed solely by Trish, her lover and her protector. When Maggie was stripped bare, Trish led her to the couch where she sat down in the center of it. She then draped Maggie across her lap, and Maggie felt as if she could melt right into the cushions. Trish stroked her bare bottom and legs, slowly and lovingly. Soon she concentrated completely on Maggie's bottom, caressing the line where her bottom met her thighs, and gliding her hand gently along the divide between her cheeks. The stroking turned into gentle pats, subtly upping the ante. The pats segued into mild spanks, small ones all over her bottom, and soon Maggie was purring with pleasure. She could feel herself starting to get wet, and almost instinctively spread her legs just a little. Taking the cue, Trish's hand slid down between Maggie's legs. What had started as a small flame in Maggie's cunt was now a blazing fire. Her hips started to move to the rhythm of Trish's fingers, but before her passion could be satisfied, Trish started spanking again. Harder now, faster, making Maggie's bottom jiggle and bounce with each smack. Maggie's hips caught the new tempo, and her bottom rose to meet Trish's every spank. Maggie moaned, now almost continuously, wanting and needing more, absorbing everything Trish gave her. There were no thoughts in Maggie's head, her whole being was sensation only, caught in that moment of enormous ecstasy. The sting in her bottom was no longer sting, it was only amazing pleasure, unlike anything she had ever known before. Just as Maggie thought it couldn't get any better, she felt Trish's lips against her hot cheeks. A thrill shot through her body at the touch, and she rose with it. Trish chose that moment to slide both of them to the pillows on the floor. Their mouths met again, hungry this time, voracious in their intent. Tongues and lips tried to smother each other in their greed for more. Hands groped and fondled breasts and bellies, thighs and buttocks. They were one mass of flesh, bonded by love and lust, to be parted only when passion and need subsided. Trish's hands gripped Maggie's red hot bottom as her mouth descended on Maggie's cunt. Maggie had been whipped into such a frenzy that it took almost no time at all before she moaned and shuddered through the biggest orgasm she had ever had in her life. It seemed to last forever, blotting out all else, until she lay spent and panting, sweat pouring from her body. With her last bit of energy she plunged her fingers deep into Trish's eager and very wet cunt. Trish soon followed with her own body-shattering orgasm. They lay against each other, breathing hard, utterly amazed at the intensity of their lovemaking. Later, they lay in each other's arms, Maggie tracing lazy circles on Trish's breasts. "Trish, do you know how incredible you are," Maggie asked quietly. "You were pretty incredible yourself, love," Trish answered. "I don't just mean the sex," Maggie said, "although I will admit that was in a class by itself. I meant about you taking all this spanking stuff in stride the way you have, giving me the one thing I'd always dreamed about." Trish kissed Maggie gently. "I love you, and if that means I spank you as part of our lovemaking, then that's what it means. I couldn't stand the thought of losing you, and if I hadn't been able to accept it, I would've lost you, even if it wouldn't have been right away. It just turns out that I happen to love spanking that cute butt of yours." "Like I said, you're incredible. Marry me," Maggie asked. Trish laughed. "Of course I'll marry you. That means I get to spank you for the rest of forever." Maggie giggled. "Promise?" Trish held up two fingers in a girl scout salute. "Promise, scout's honor." They made plans late into the night, eventually falling asleep entwined in each other's arms. As Maggie drifted into unconsciousness, she felt like the luckiest woman in the world. Coming Out Witnessing his best friend molest his own nephew while he is drunk makes a divorced straight guy discover his own sexuality ------------------------------------------- "Well that was something different. If you had told me a year ago that I would be sticking my cock up some guy's arse I'd have punched your face!" "I have to say that when you started talking to me in the bar downstairs it didn't cross my mind you were...well, you know... one of THEM. You kind of did the pick up in a nice way though and the thought has crossed my mind once or twice so I suppose you just pressed the right buttons." "Before? No this is my first time with a guy and you would think at 42 I would have known I wanted to do it before but I didn't really. When my wife and I split up four years ago I hadn't even thought of guys as sex objects. Sex had become pretty boring and she said I had lost interest in her sexiness. I had, because I didn't fancy sex with her any more." "Well now that you ask, perhaps I did have an inkling I wanted to do something like this. Then something happened that shocked me and I have never told anyone about it. I suppose I was too embarrassed then and I also had guilty feelings about it. Surely you're not interested in my sordid past? You are! Well Ok then, here goes!" ************************************************** "When the wife and I split, we had a grown up daughter and she went with my wife. It was quite amicable especially since she quickly shacked up with a successful businessman. I rented an ex-council flat with one bedroom, lounge, bathroom and kitchen and a little boxroom which I used for my computer and stuff. My best friend Steve had split with his wife too, she said he had forgotten how to fuck so at 38, he was in the same position as me. He had a few more extra friends whom I never met and often went into town at the weekends so he was more of a party animal. He seemed to be getting enough sex judging by the constant grin on his face but he didn't really discuss it with me. I was getting very little sex and had lost interest in the real thing, using my internet access to keep me satisfied. My little flat in Manchester was enough for me and was handy for the city centre and work. I received a telephone call from my sister to say that my nephew Lewis was celebrating his 18th birthday and at the same time, his best friend, 21 year old Paul, was about to get married and his stag party was coinciding. As they lived 40 miles from Manchester, could I put the both up on the night of the joint party? I had a sofa bed so told her that if they didn't mind sharing, I had no problem. She phoned back 30 minutes later to say the boys had asked if I wanted to join the group on their pub crawl. Mindful of my age, I said I would if Steve could come along to keep this old timer company amongst the young drunks. It was all agreed. I suggested that Steve stay over too if he didn't mind sharing my bed on the night. Well the night was successful if you consider 35 guys all having pizza at 6.00 pm and then trawling around bars until they were all senselessly drunk a success. The evening had been fun though and it passed very quickly, finishing a lot faster than I had expected. All four of us were back at my place by 1.30am. As it was a Saturday night, I had recorded the football highlights earlier and Steve suggested we crack open a few bottles of beer and settle down to watch the television. There wasn't much room so both Lewis and Paul stripped down to their briefs and climbed under the duvet on the sofa bed while Steve and I sat in the chairs and sipped our beers. Both lads were attractive. Lewis took after my side of the family and he was a well built, curly blonde haired lad with a well shaped and defined but not over muscular body. He still had a certain childishness to him. Paul on the other hand was over 6 feet tall, short dark hair and was quite slim. He looked a little older than his 21 years and I noted his body had only a small patch of chest hair though his legs were quite hairy. I was struggling to stay awake and when I looked across at the lads, they were back to back, sound asleep. I mentioned to Steve that perhaps we should get to bed but he said he wanted to see the end of the programme so I stood up and headed down the hall to the bedroom. I stripped down to my briefs and went to bed. I was out like a light in seconds. Something woke me. There was no noise, no bright light. I just suddenly woke. I looked over to find I was still alone in the bed and checked the time noting that it was 3.30am. Assuming that Steve had dropped off in the chair, and as I could still hear the television blaring, I got up and carefully walked down the hall not wishing to waken the boys. The concrete build of these flats meant no creaky floorboards. When I reached near the top of the dark hall, the small table lamp in the lounge displayed Steve beginning to stand up from a sitting position on Paul's side of the bed. The duvet was pulled back and Paul's slim 7 inch cock was absolutely erect and standing straight up from his body. There was a glistening of moisture as though it had just been sucked. Steve was totally naked; his thick 7 inches looked much bigger than Paul's. Steve was stroking it, pulling the foreskin back and forth as he looked down on a sleeping Paul. He was completely oblivious to my presence. He slowly pulled the duvet back, exposing both boys. Lewis was on his back, his briefs still intact whilst Paul's had been pulled down to his knees, I assumed by Steve. Steve then climbed between the boys and gently pushed Paul's briefs down and off before pushed his legs apart. I could see his anus as his legs were spread. Steve then dropped down and engulfed Paul's brick hard cock. He held the base firmly in his left hand while sucking the top third. I was amazed how hard Paul looked. I decided I had to stop this before realising my cock was sticking out the top of my own briefs, brick hard. I decided to wait a little until it subsided. Steve was now sucking frantically and I was amazed he hadn't woken Paul. For a brief moment, he took his mouth off the rampant cock head and as he did, I saw Paul's body slightly arch and a jet of cum shot straight up about 3 feet in the air. Steve reacted immediately, quickly covering the head with his mouth and the gulping sounds suggested he was dining out on Paul's seed. I had never seen anything like it and was amazed at the ease with which Steve performed this act. He was no virgin to gay sex that was sure. He slid Paul's briefs back on and pulled them up. I decided had better slip back to bed now that he was finished and was just about to pull away when I saw his hand move over to my nephew's bulge. This was too disgusting for words, my own nephew being molested by my best friend. I was riveted as he slid Lewis's brightly coloured Calvin Klein briefs down, revealing a soft uncut cock resting on a pair of surprisingly large balls. Dark blonde hair curled around them and a little path of hair led up to his navel. Steve moved over to the other side of the bed and slipped the briefs off. He raised them to his face and inhaled them deeply. His own cock stood rigid and he stroked it from time to time. He then leant forward and took Lewis's soft cock in his mouth. I could see him rolling it around in his mouth as he caressed Lewis's balls. When his mouth came off slightly, I could see that Lewis was responding to the administrations. For all I knew, he could have been a virgin and here his first sex act was being molested by a pervert. My cock was aching so I slid my own pants down and started to stroke my cock. I was ashamed of myself but very excited too. Soon Lewis had a 6.5 inch erection. It was quite thick, though. Thicker than average and I remember thinking that some girl is going to enjoy having that sliding inside her cunt. Steve was sliding Lewis's foreskin back to reveal his pink head, then enveloped it once again. He cupped his balls and even fingered the entrance to his hole a few times. Lewis was soon brick hard. Steve then repeated the performance he had made on Paul. He gripped the base and tightly sucked Lewis's cock head up and down. Lewis whimpered in his sleep, obviously having one heck of a dream. His back seemed to rise and then slump back on the bed as Steve took delivery of his second load of young cum in ten minutes. I stayed until he slid Lewis's pants back up before tiptoeing back to bed where I just made it before I heard the television being switched off and Steve heading down the hall. He climbed into bed and whispered my name. I feigned sleep. I was lying on my back, aware my cock was still brick hard. It came as a shock to me when I felt his hand stroke the front of my briefs. Without any nervousness, they were slipped down and Steve's mouth wrapped around my cock. He took my limp hand and placed it on his own hard cock and it took all my willpower not to grip it and start to wank him. I couldn't have coped with the embarrassment of him knowing, I knew what he had done to my nephew. I was also guilty that I had found it so exciting to watch. He slid out of the bed and into the bathroom and I heard him rattling around before returning. I couldn't look so had to lie there, my cock standing up. I felt something cold being rubbed on my cock and realised he was lubricating it I presume with some cream from my medicine cabinet. Surely he wasn't going to want fucked? From his movements I realised he was sitting astride me facing me as he lowered his arse on to my hard cock. I felt a resistance as I met with the entrance and then with a push, my cock started to slide inside him. He slid up and down, more of my cock entering him each time until he was up to my balls. I could hear his cock being rubbed and his balls bouncing on my belly as he slid up and down in a squatting position. I couldn't possibly last. No sex for months and just having witnessed what I had meant that my cock erupted from the base of my balls and it felt like Vesuvius as my cum fought to escape to fill his rectum. He was aware, he could not avoid being aware as the boiling fluid forced a passage into his body and I felt his own cum spray across my chest and hit my face. Some trickled over my lips and I allowed then to part slightly and let a small drip enter my mouth, the saltiness spreading quickly. I heard his say, "Oh shit," as he realised the mess I was in. He slid his arse off my cock and ran to the bathroom where I heard tissues being ripped and taps being run as he cleaned firstly himself and then ran back setting to work on my cock and chest. It took fully 5 minutes before he eventually climbed into bed and it took me a great deal longer than that to fall asleep. I realised then, that Steve was gay but I never did let on to him. Nothing happened like that again though my nephew did arrive at my door drunk one night three months later and I let him stay and, telling him there was a problem with the mechanism on the sofa bed got him to crash out with me. I chickened out a bit though. I managed to stroke him to full erection and managed to suck his cock but was shaking so much, I ended up wanking myself off while his cock lay in my mouth. I haven't done anything since and here I am with a real live queer. Are you doing anything next week?" Coming Out by Diving In "I love you honey," Mildred said with tears in her eyes. Her daughter wrapped her arms around her and held her tightly in her arms. "I love you too mom," she said and wiped tears out of her own eyes. She walked her mother to the door of her room and then looked at her again. Ruby Costello gave her mother a hug and then closed the door behind her. Finally. Ruby had not had what anyone would ever consider to be a difficult life. Her parents were still together and loved each other very much. The only thing that they loved more was her. Furthermore, she had grown up in a little rural town of no more than 2000 people. She had lots of friends and had been junior homecoming queen and runner up for prom queen her senior year. She was absolutely gorgeous, with long, flowing jet black hair and very pale skin. Her face was elegant with an aquiline nose, big grey eyes, and thick, light pink lips. Her eye lashes were very long and made her eyes look even bigger. Her body was impressive as well. She was very small at 5'2 and 95lbs. She had small, 32-A breasts and long thin legs. Her stomach was completely flat and her hip bones showed prominently but not too profoundly. Her build made her look slightly more girlish, less womanly than she felt. Despite all of these advantages in life, Ruby couldn't help but feel absolutely and positively free. She was completely and utterly free! At 18 years old and a college freshman, Ruby was no longer trapped by forces that no one in her life knew about. Finally, at long last (having known for at least four years) Ruby was in a position where she could be an open lesbian and there was nothing anyone could do or say about it. She hoped that maybe she could find the courage by being at school and being open to someday go home and tell her friends and family. But that wasn't her concern now. She was free and wanted to enjoy it. She looked around her cramped quarters and realized that they were quite small and none too comfortable, but she wanted them anyway. Her room had two beds in it, both looked cramped and together took up more than half the room. Then there were two desks and two dressers. In the end there was less than a square yard of walking space. There was no carpet and the walls were poorly painted concrete block. It looked like prison but felt like parole. She had set up her side the room, putting a pink comforter on her bed, big green pillows and a few posters for bands she liked. She even had her new computer all set up; all she needed was a roommate. It was Sunday night and classes started the next day, so there was no time to waste. The girl must be there soon. For a while she just sat and waited. But eventually she felt like that was weird and clicked on her TV. She checked her schedule again and again and again because she was nervous about making it to class on time. She read a little bit from one of her books because it was on the syllabus for the next day and she noticed that it was getting dark outside. She sort of wanted to go out and see campus, or even just the other people on her floor. But she was so nervous! Things would get easier when her roommate got here. She felt very strange, she was never shy. It must have been because she was finally being honest with herself about her sexuality. Finally, just when she was about to give up on it, a flustered girl walked into the room. Ruby could barely breath the girl was so pretty. She had long, straight blonde hair and beautifully tanned skin. Her hair was messy from trying to carry several bags in at the same time. Had an angelic face with big blue eyes, soft skin, thick red lips and a small pixie nose. Her body was like a model's. She was tall at 5'9 and was very thin at 115lbs. She had large (for her frame) 34-B breasts and long, shapely legs. She was bending over setting down her bags and her body just looked so lithe and sexy as it contorted. Ruby was instantly in love. The girl finally dropped all of her bags and looked up at Ruby, smiling. "Hey!" the girl said, "you must my roommate. I am Holly!" She had a Valley-Girl accent and it was clear from just hearing her and seeing her clothes, bags, and jewelry that she was a wealthy girl. "I am Ruby!" Ruby replied, finding it strange that she was sort of taking on the girl's accent already. She just found herself drawn to the girl. "Can you help me with my stuff?" the girl asked politely and Ruby got up and together they set up Holly's side of the room with a white comforter and black pillows and the rest of her room had tasteful paintings and it looked very homey when she was done. As they worked, they talked. Ruby told Holly about her hometown, her friends, and her family. She learned that Holly was from California and that she lived with her father and his second, much younger wife. She learned that she was very popular, very wealthy, and more than a bit self-absorbed. But she was enamored by her anyway. She had such a commanding personality and she was undeniably gorgeous. She had a way about her. She didn't ask Ruby to do things for her. Well, she did, but she did so in such a way that made it clear that it was not a request, but she wasn't rude. She would act as though she weren't listening when she was told a story, but would go back and reference some of those stories later and for some reason it would make you feel like you were being rewarded. She gave winning smiles when she was pleased and maddening indifference when she wasn't. Furthermore, she was well aware of her own sexiness and wasn't afraid to use it. And Ruby was able to gather all of this, just in the two hours they spent setting up the room. "So do you want to go out and introduce ourselves to the other girls on our floor?" Holly asked and Ruby readily agreed. They walked around the dorm together, introducing themselves and getting to make contacts. Ruby got the feeling that she was sort of Holly's sidekick and that she was quickly falling into the girl's shadow. Soon they had introduced themselves to all the girls on their floor and even invited some of them back to their room. They had fun that night. They got to know about five very pretty girls on their floor. Ruby wanted to somehow feel them out about her lesbianism but suddenly felt shy again. She began to wonder if she would be afraid to do it, even here at school. Maybe things would always be like they were back home. She desperately hoped that wouldn't be the case. But, for now, she focused on the fact that she had the nucleus of a group of friends. It was clear that Holly would be the leader. She just had a pull to her, she was gravitational. Not that Ruby disappeared completely. In fact, one mousy but cute girl name Mary seemed to be very fun and they spent several hours that night just sitting on Ruby's bed, talking and getting to know one another. Ruby was still very excited about school. Eventually the other girls left and Ruby and Holly were left once again alone in their room. Both were nervous about their next day and couldn't sleep. They lay awake looking at the ceiling and eventually, they started to talk to one another. "Are you nervous," Ruby asked eventually, turning over on her side so that she was looking at her roommate. "I guess," Holly said nonchalantly, she wouldn't let her cool break. "I am," Ruby said. She was always a terrible liar. She had never deceived anyone in her life. She had long since given up on trying. "Yeah," Holly said, uncomfortable with the conversation so she pretended she was bored, "So what do you think about the other girls?" "They all seemed really nice. I mean we should all go out together next weekend, so we can get to know them better," Ruby said. She was being serious. She rarely met someone she didn't like. "I think that Kelly girl was a total bitch am I right!" Holly suddenly said and Ruby was taken aback. She was so confused by Holly's unnecessary cruelty that she just sort of agreed with her. She didn't really want to, but then she did. Holly then went on to tear down all of the other girls they had seen that night, pointing out their faults, exaggerating them, and in some instances creating them entirely. Ruby felt terrible but she agreed, she participated, and she even said things on her own. Things she didn't mean but felt like she had to say. She almost enjoyed it as well. Holly brought out the worst in her, but she liked it. "And that Mary girl," Holly said rolling her eyes and Ruby looked over at her, she felt nervous. She had really connected with Mary. She wanted to be her friend. "What about Mary?" Ruby said, trying not to sound too emotionally invested in the answer. For the first time she wondered what Holly would say about her when she wasn't around. "Let's just say, she was all the fuck over you," Holly said, tossing her hair over her shoulders, which looked beautiful when exposed by her tank top. "What do you mean," Ruby said, feeling her face get red. "I am saying she is a total dyke. A lesbian," Holly said, raising her eyebrows and staring at Ruby. "Gross," Ruby said and she felt like she had betrayed her soul. But part of her wondered if the cute Mary really had been looking at her. She didn't know what to think about her first day, but felt like there was still so much potential to just have fun. * * * * * School started the next day they both went to their classes and Ruby loved it. It made her forget all about her discomfort with Holly the night before. They even met up together with some of the girls from class and had lunch. Ruby loved her classes and she loved all of the people. She felt like so many people could be her friends. During the days that followed Ruby, Holly, and the other girls started to fall into a routine together. They would go to class and meet up for lunch. They would talk and have fun. More class, and then back to the dorm to watch TV, do homework and hang out. That weekend, they all went out together. Holly had an older friend who got them all into a frat party together and they drank, danced, and had fun. Ruby felt like she finally doing what she had come to school to do. She had drank a bit in high school, but she really enjoyed going out with her friends and just getting wasted. It just felt like such a college thing. After a couple of weeks their little party group had come to its full size, with some girls leaving and more girls added until there were five of them (Ruby, Holly, Mary, Jessica, and Andrea) who all went out together, met and had lunch, and generally hung out all the time. They were a fun little clique and Ruby liked them all. And they all deferred to Holly, their leader. In the evenings, Holly an Ruby continued to talk about the other girls behind their backs and Ruby found herself getting meaner and meaner. She didn't really like it and very, very rarely meant what she said. But still there she was, saying horrible things and giggling at what Holly said. The more that she did this, the more that she began to feel uncomfortable about Holly. She still craved her roommates' approval more than anything in the world, but she didn't even know if she liked the girl. She knew that she loved her and wanted her, but that just made things worse. A few weeks into the school year and she had not even told a soul that she was a lesbian. That had been half the reason she had been excited to go to school and she was still too timid. Perhaps even more timid. She had gone from being a confident, popular high school girl who was a closeted lesbian to being a shy, hanger-on college girl who was still a closet lesbian. Soon her guilt began to overcome her. One night, while Holly and Ruby were laying in their bed, it came to a head. "Did you see what Mary did last night?" she asked, referring to a party they had gone to at a house the night before. "No what?" Ruby said, rolling over. She always got more nervous when Mary was brought up. May with her light brown, short hair and her cute, mousy good-looks and tiny, sexy body. Ruby found her to be so pure and so beautiful, but in some ways she lacked Holly's bitchy allure. But regardless, she was her closest friend and didn't like what Holly thought of her. "She got totally hammered," which was what they all did, "and on a dare she kissed a girl. I told you she is a total dyke slut. But don't tell her I said anything!" "I won't," Ruby said almost involuntarily. She thought for a minute about all the straight girls she had seen kiss other girls just to entice boys and wondered why Mary was so different for Holly. "I mean it is just so gross," Holly explained, "I mean she is okay looking. She could get some guy if she wanted to." "What is wrong with being a lesbian," Ruby asked before wishing that it was not in her mind to say it. Holly snorted. "Are you serious?" "I just mean...like if she doesn't come on to you, why does it matter. I mean I don't think I would like it," Ruby lied, "But what if she isn't bothering anyone." "She doesn't have to come on to me to disgust me," Holly explained, rolling over on her back and looking at the ceiling, "I am starting to think you're a dyke too!" "Hahaha. No way," Ruby said, a little too uncomfortably for believability. But Holly seemed not to notice. "I mean I am just being a bitch, but like if anyone I knew ever was a lesbian, I totally just would stop hanging out with them," Holly explained, "Anyway. Goodnight." She then rolled over and went to sleep. Suddenly, Ruby felt crushed. All her worst fears were confirmed. If she wanted to continue to have friends, she would have to pretend she was straight. It was just like high school all over again. A sudden, deep depression fell over her and she rolled over and put her head in her pillow so Holly wouldn't hear her crying herself to sleep. * * * * * The next night the party girls were all in Holly and Ruby's dorm room again getting ready to go out for a night out at parties. It was a Saturday night, which meant that they were all going to go all-out. After all, they would have all Sunday to recuperate and no parties that night because there was class the next morning. They were all dressed up in their nicest party clothes and they were all trying to look as sexy as possible. As usual, Holly was clearly the hottest. Only one girl was dressed up and ready to go, Ruby felt too depressed to go out. "Come on Ruby, just get dressed, let's go!" Holly said. "No seriously," she said, trying to sound convincing, "I just don't feel good and I have work due on Monday." Holly rolled her eyes. "I know when you are lying," she said and put her hands on her hips. "I am not lying!" "Whatever, I don't have time for this. Come, let's go," she said to the other girls and they started to leave. Only Mary stayed behind for a moment. "Seriously Ruby, what's wrong," she asked softly and with compassion. For an instant, Ruby desperately wanted to tell her that she was a lesbian. She wanted to tell her that she was in love with all of her friends. But she just couldn't. "I am fine. Go have fun!" she said, trying to sound excited. May gave her a disbelieving look, but then slowly walked out the door. "She is such a drama-queen bitch," Holly said, but she was not completely muffled by the door and Ruby felt horrible. Again she threw herself on the bed and started to cry. Why was this happening? Eventually she was able to get up and she felt rudderless. She had gone out every weekend night since she had gotten to school over a month ago and was so rarely alone she didn't know what to do. For a while she thought about her friends, but it started to make her feel bad and she was compelled to stop. She changed into pajamas (meaning a white tank-top with no bra and a tiny pair of blue boxer shorts). She watched a little television and just tried to feel normal, tried to keep the depressing thoughts out of her mind. It was harder than she thought it would be. Eventually she got back to thinking about lesbianism. She started to think about girls and started to get hot. She wanted to be with one so bad. She didn't want to stay a virgin forever. She didn't want to pretend she was straight anymore. She started to feel very, very horny. More so than she had ever felt before. She had felt for sure she would at least be on the road to having a girlfriend by now. The deferred hope for sexual contact must have been increasing her sexual desires. After a while, she couldn't wait any longer. She got on her computer and Googled lesbian porn. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she got hotter and hotter as she looked at images on the computer. She didn't try to masturbate as she had never done so before. But eventually, she started to feel embarrassed by her behavior. She lay down on her bed to go to sleep, trying to sleep off her horniness and confusion ***** A few hours later, there as a knock at the door that awoke her. She could hear giggling and could tell that it was Andrea. She also heard a loud moaning sound and it was a bit wounded in nature. She heard Andrea swear and then start to giggle again. Then there was another knock and it was much louder. Ruby got up out of bed and opened the door. The first thing she saw was Andrea. Her hair was a complete mess and her eyes were red and she was laughing hysterically. Then she looked over at Holly. Her eyes were completely closed, she could barely stand on her own and she was making strange noises. "What the hell happened?" Ruby asked, looking at her destroyed friends. "Oh shit. We are so drunk!" Andrea said, stumbling into the room. The two girls collapsed in a pile in the middle of the floor. Andrea started laughing, but Holly looked like she was passed out. "What the Hell?" Ruby said. She was nervous. They could get in trouble for being this out of control. She could get in trouble for not turning them in. "They were giving away jello shooters and shots and stuff. We got soo drunk!" Andrea said again, struggling to get to her feet. "Is she sick?" "Nah," Andrea said, waving her hand dismissively, "I just didn't want her to get date raped or something, so I brought her home. How long have we been back?" Ruby rolled her eyes. This was more than a little ridiculous. "Go back to your room, I will take care of this," she said to Andrea who acted like she was going to say something, but just nodded her head and then stumbled out the door. She and Jessica lived in the room across the hall, so she would make it back alright. She closed the door behind her as she went. "Are you okay?" Ruby asked her roommate, but she was passed out cold on the floor, she was even snoring a little bit. Ruby sighed. She would have to take care of this. Wherever they had been had been hot and it looked like they had also had a bubble machine, because Holly and her clothes were damp and sticky with sweat and soap. Ruby decided that the first thing would be to get Holly out of her disgusting clothes and then get her into bed. She quickly unbuttoned her roommates blouse and threw it onto the floor. Holly was wearing a sexy black bra with bright pink lace. Next she unzipped Holly's little white skirt and slid it off her hips. She was wearing a thong that perfectly matched her bra. Ruby tapped her friend on the face, trying to get her to wake up, but it was to no avail. For a moment Ruby got up and just looked at Holly laying on the floor. Her body looked so amazing, she had her legs crossed and she was curled up a bit and it was easy to see all of her perfect curves and angles and despite her messy state, Ruby found that her mouth was watering. But she bent over and roused her enough so that she could help her friend into bed. Holly didn't really talk, her eyes remained slits and she grumbled nonsense. Ruby had never seen anyone so drunk in her life. Coming Out by Diving In Eventually she was able to get Holly into the bed and just laid her down on top of the covers on her back. She was breathing hard when she was finished and went back to her own bed and lay down. She wondered how a girl could get so high and mighty about a supposed moral issue like lesbianism and at the same time go out and get completely smashed like that. She looked over at her. "Shit!" she said to herself. She just realized something she had remembered from a drug and alcohol seminar she had been forced to take upon entering her school. She wasn't supposed to let a drunk person sleep on her back. She could vomit or something and choke. She sighed, very annoyed at being awakened and forced to deal with this, and she hefted herself out of bed and went and stood over Holly's bed. The girl was in a very black sleep now and she was not moving, but Ruby could see her chest moving up and down as she breathed. Ruby started to look at the girl's breasts, the way they swelled out of her thin stomach and ached and pressed against her beautiful bra. She had tried, unsuccessfully, to see her roommate change on a couple of occasions since school had started and had no luck. For a minute she wandered if it what she was thinking about doing was wrong. But she convinced herself that she was ensuring that Holly didn't vomit all over her nice bra. Besides, with all the work she had done, she had earned a little peak. She slid her arms underneath of Holly's body. She could smell Holly's shampoos, her perfume, and the smell of alcohol on her skin. Ruby felt her nipples getting hard and her pussy started to get wet as she felt her arms against Holly's soft, supple skin. She found the back of the bra and deftly unhooked it. She drew the straps back and casually removed the bra. She smiled when she looked down at Holly, laying flat on her back now, with her breasts exposed to the air. Her breasts were very round on the bottom with a teardrop shape. Her nipples were pink and around the size of quarters, but her nipples were very long, nearly an inch in length. They were hard right now, probably from the cold air. Holly moaned a bit. Ruby was nervous, but that was the extent of her stirring. She seemed to be completely out of it. Ruby desperately wanted to know what another girl's breast felt like. She knew how her own felt, but she wanted to feel like it did just in her hand, without feeling the hand against her breast. She looked around the room as though she expected someone to be lurking around and then laughed to herself. She slowly put the palm of her hand down onto Holly's right breast, just laying her hand against it. It felt hot, smooth, and she loved the way the nipple mashed against her finger. She held it there for second, enjoying the sensation, and then she squeezed gently. "I know what I said..."Holly said but it was clear that she wasn't thinking. Ruby laughed and placed her other hand on Holly's other breast and squeezed. She did this for a while, but then she wanted to feel those long nipples in her mouth. "What am I doing!" Ruby said, suddenly snapping out of the daze that had convinced her somehow that this was a good idea, "I am like molesting my roommate." She kept her hands on Holly's breasts and looked down at her. She wasn't moving, she was completely blacked out. She wouldn't remember any of this. Ruby tried to convince herself of at least that face. But even if that was true, it didn't make it okay to touch her! Suddenly, a vindictive part of her mind spoke up. It was the same part of her mind that Holly always seemed to bring out. "She is trying to keep you down," her mind told her and she didn't know what it meant, "She is the one who is keeping you in the closet. She is the reason you are too nervous to tell anyone you are a lesbian. You need to not let her intimidate you now, when she won't remember anything. Then she won't intimidate you later." For some reason this logic appealed to her. She started to consider the ramifications. She didn't want to be in Holly's shadow forever and she didn't want to stay in the closet for the rest of her college experience. If Holly wouldn't remember anyway, maybe it would help her. Help her to not feel so intimidated. Now she leaned forward and moved one of her hands off of one of Holly's breasts and looked at it. Her hand was sticky from Holly's skin and the nipple hardened against quickly. She realized that her confidence was short and she had to act now. She quickly moved her head down, feeling her lips against Holly's skin. She felt her mouth melt into Holly's hot breast and felt her nipple against her teeth. Ruby opened her mouth and the nipple slid in. It was a little bumpy, but smooth and hard at the same time. It tasted salty from sweat and bitter from the soap. She flicked her tongue against it and Holly moaned out of habit. For a moment, Ruby didn't move, then she began to suck on the nipple, rubbing the other breast with her hand as she did so. She felt her hips moving, involuntarily, humping against the bed and she giggled at herself. She sucked harder on Holly's tit, feeling the skin suck into her mouth. She looked up at Holly's angelic face, and smiled. She sucked for a while, feeling her pussy get soaking wet. She moved her hand off of Holly's breasts and started to rub her own through her tank top. She took her mouth off of Holly's hard tit and quickly slipped off her own shirt to better rub her own breast. She quickly started to pinch her own nipples and suck hard on Holly's other breast as she flicked her tongue on the nipple. She heard Holly moan again and looked up. Her eyes were still just slits and her head was lolled a bit to the side. It was then that Ruby noticed a thin stream of droll running out of corner of Holly's mouth and pooling on the top of her right breast. For some reason, Ruby wanted that liquid in her body. She didn't know what was overcoming her. She had had sexual fantasies about girls for a very long time. But she had never considered anything kinky. Now she had this girl completely in her power and she wanted to do anything and everything she could think of. She got off of her breast slowly slid up Holly's body, feeling her own, purplish-pink nipples against the girl's body, until she was right near the girl's mouth. There was a thin stream of droll coming out of the girls mouth and the pool on her breast and shoulder was thick and about the size of a pair of fifty-cent pieces. She was just inches from Holly's face now and could see how smooth and clear her skin was. She could feel Holly's body rising and falling as she breathed. The first thing Ruby did was break the stream of saliva coming of Holly's mouth. She stuck her tongue out and felt the spit against her mouth. It was sweet and salty and it was a bit like rum. Ruby felt a chill run through her body as it went into her mouth. Next she bent her head down and started to lap at the puddle on Holly's breast. The flavor was more intense and she let it fill her mouth, not swallowing it. It was thick and viscous and the fact that the taste was intense made it better. She licked up all of the saliva from Holly's body, taking it inside of her. Finally, she licked the last few drops Holly's cheek and lip, feeling the other girls hot, full lips against her wet tongue. Now her mouth was full of the spit and she swirled it around in mouth. Finally, she swallowed it down and felt a sexy warmth in stomach as she did so. Now her body was completely in control. Any fears or internal qualms that she once had were completely subsumed in her desire to get everything she wanted. The only question was what did she want? Her body answered for her. She wanted everything that Holly would consider nasty and wrong. She didn't want to please Holly anymore and she didn't want to follow. And she wanted to lead Holly where she didn't want to go. She quickly slipped off her own boxers. She took off her tank as well and felt a bit chilly in the cold air. She felt goose bumps rise on her body and wondered how much of it was because of the thrill. It was her first time ever naked in front of another girl. She didn't want to be naked alone. Holly just let her toss her body around like a bag of meat, she didn't even make any noises. In a moment, Holly's thong was laying in a pile on the floor with the other clothes. Holly was laying flat on her back now, completely naked. Ruby could see that the blonde girl was shaved completely bare, like herself. She knew just the nasty, despicable thing that she wanted to do. She took Holly's legs in her hands and gently pushed them up and spread them apart. She rolled Holly back, firmly planting the girl's feet on the pillow behind her head. Her bare pussy with its tiny, pink lips and her blood-swollen red asshole looked straight up in the air. Holly's eyes were open but they weren't registering anything. Ruby looked for a moment and smelled the delicious smell of pussy pulsing up from her dorm-mates body. She had only ever smelled her own pussy before and the energy she felt from taking in Holly's scent was unbelievable. She moved her face down closer, her smooth skin almost touching Holly's. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes. She wanted this so bad. She stuck out her tongue, making it thick and wet, making sure there was lots of spit. She leaned her head forward and felt her hair splash out across Holly's ass and legs. She closed her eyes just as her tongue made its first, tentative contact with the red anus. It tasted salty and hot and Ruby mashed her tongue down against it. She started to gently lap at it, feeling the ridges and the texture of the anus on her mouth and feeling her pussy start to drip against her leg. She decided to get more serious now. With one hand she started to rub her own left nipple, feeling the rising pressure as she did so. Her other hand moved to Holly's hip, steadying her. She continued to lap at the ass with her tongue, but started to do so with more and more pressure. Soon her tongue was completely rigid. Soon she stopped lapping at the anus and started to push her tongue into it. Ruby started to moan and was gratified to hear that Holly moaned too, even if she didn't really know why. Ruby fucked her tongue harder and harder into Holly's anus. Soon she felt that her tongue couldn't get any longer, it was out as far as it would go and still Holly's ass was trying to suck more and more into her ass. Holly was writhing now and making gurgling noises and Ruby was pulling hard on her own nipple. She moved her hand off of Holly's hip and quickly slammed it into Holly's ass along with her tongue, feeling the tight, hot squeeze of the anus as it was stretched to its limit. Ruby couldn't believe how hot this was. She had never even considered anything like this before. Suddenly, Holly started to make a strange moaning sound. Ruby opened her eyes just in time to see the first hot spurt of piss shoot out of Holly's pussy. It was golden and looked beautiful against the light. There wasn't even any time to think. Ruby popped her tongue out of Holly's ass, but kept her index finger in. In fact she added her middle finger, pushing them both in to the last knuckle. At the same time she clamped her mouth over Holly's pussy. The piss felt incredibly hot and salty as it splashed into her mouth. In a few moments, the entire stream was caught in her mouth and she started to let it fill her mouth. Soon there was no more room and she started to swallow the oddly tasty liquid down, feeling it pool warmly with the spit in the pit of her stomach. There was so much, Holly really had had quite a bit to drink that night. Just as Ruby's stomach was starting to feel unbelievably full, the stream started to flow and then stopped entirely. Ruby looked around and saw that she had caught most of it. She continued to rub her fingers in and out of the doubled up Holly, letting her fingers dip hard into the girl's anus. But by now she was very hot. She needed some relief. And she knew how she wanted to get it. She slipped her fingers out of Holly's anus and popped them into her mouth. She tasted the nasty, earthy flavor and loved it. She let go of Holly's legs and the girl flopped down, again laying out full on the bed. With a little effort, she was able to get Holly sitting up straight on the bed again. Ruby looked at her, she was more sexy that ever. Ruby couldn't believe how horny she was. She carefully pulled Holly up into a sitting position. She had to try something. Sat down next to Holly. She spread both of their legs and overlapped them. Then she took her hand and slowly tapped Holly on the face. For a moment there was no reaction. "huh?" Holly said finally, her eyes open as slits. "You are having a dream Holly, you want to fuck," Ruby said. Holly didn't move, "Don't you?" "Yes mother," Holly said and Ruby wondered where the girl's head was at. "Masturbate honey," Ruby said, Holly hesitated for a second, or more accurately remained in a stupor, but then she started to move her hand. Ruby moved quickly, taking Holly's hands in her own she moved the hand away from Holly's pussy and gently set them on her own. Holly didn't even seem to notice. Soon her thin, lithe fingers were moving over the soft, white pussy lips of her roommate and Ruby felt as though she were in heaven. Holly seemed to be in a daze, but it was wonderful. Her fingers knew just what to do, they slid over Ruby's clit, rubbing it gently, pinching it and teasing it. Ruby moaned loudly. But Holly was starting to notice something. "I don't feel anything momma!" She said, pinching the clit hard. Ruby screamed and then quickly moved her hand between her roommates legs and started to rub her. Holly moaned loudly started to grind her hips. "Better baby?" Ruby asked. "Yes mother," Holly said. "Then don't stop," Ruby said, barely above a gasp. As she started to rub against Holly's clit, the other girl now started to dip her fingers into Ruby's pussy. Ruby decided that the best way to keep tricking Holly was to follow her lead. Soon their fingers were deep in each other's pussies. They were both rubbing their own tits at the same time. Ruby's mind was starting to blank. She knew that she was on the verge of the biggest orgasm of her entire life. She was shoving her cunt hard into her drunken roommates fingers but she didn't stop rubbing Holly. For a brief moment she felt a giant flash all over her body and she felt herself shaking. Waves of pleasure rolled out from her body and she shoved her fingers hard into Holly's body. Ruby shook and gasp and finally the powerful orgasm subsided, only to briefly rise again and then leave her feeling completely content. She opened her eyes and saw that Holly was shaking too. The girl was moaning loudly. "Momma!" She screamed and then collapsed again on her bed. This time Ruby let her fall. She couldn't believe what she had just done. For a moment she just laid on the bed breathing heavy and feeling Holly's hot skin against her own. Then she got up quickly. Who knew how long this stupor would last? She quickly found some of Holly's pajamas and put them on her drunken roommate, slipping her into bed. She put all of their dirty clothes away and then quickly got in her own pajamas and fell into a fast and contented sleep. She didn't even feel the slightest bit of guilt. * * * * * "Oh my fucking head!" Holly said, waking Ruby from her slumber. She looked over at her disheveled roommate and smiled. "Rough night last night?" Ruby asked and almost giggled to herself. "I don't remember anything, except for this really strange dream..." she said, sitting up and rubbing her head and then falling back down. "Yeah you were pretty conked out," Ruby said trying to act cool. "How did I get in these pajamas?" Holly asked looking down at herself. Ruby didn't want to come off as a creeper so she made something up. But just a little. "Do you really want to know?" "I think so..." "You pissed yourself right when you came in. I had to clean you up," Ruby said, blushing at her lie, but it looked authentic. "Oh god, that is so embarrassing," Holly said, covering her face, "You are such a good friend, Ruby." "I know," Ruby replied. * * * * * A few hours later Ruby was standing outside of Mary's door, holding a picnic basket with giant butterflies in her stomach. She knocked and Mary answered. "What's up?" Mary asked. "I am a lesbian," Ruby blurted out. Mary gave her a quizzical smile but didn't say anything, "I was wondering if you wanted to have a picnic with me...As a date?" Mary didn't say anything for a while, just put her hands on her hips and looked at her friend. "Sure," she said and gave her a smile. They held hands as they walked down the dormitory hallway. The End Please Give Comments, even if you don't like it. I truly value your opinions and ideas.