Chapter Eight Youth group cookout
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The moment I woke up, my head was pounding. I could feel my heartbeat in my temples, and I had the worst migraine of my life. Trying to open my eyes was a mistake, but I didn’t realize until the stinging light caused my headache to flare up even worse. It was a pointless attempt anyway, in the brief second they were open I couldn’t see anything besides an indistinct blur.
I brought my arms up to my head to massage it tenderly. It was in that moment I felt the presence of someone beside me on the bed, I could feel their breath on my shoulder. Curious, I attempted to force my eyes open and blink them a few times to banish the blurriness. This worked, but only so far as to see the general shape of my bed invader.
The long, black hair, pale skin, and slender frame was all I needed to see in order to recognize my roommate, Elise, and also recognize in spite of the blurriness that she was naked. It took me a couple heartbeats, which I was still feeling in my skull, to realize that I, too, was naked.
If not for the splitting headache, I would have believed I was dreaming. Had Elise and I fucked last night? Did I get drunk enough to fuck a woman, one of my best friends, and technically my landlady? This morning was full of mysteries it seemed, because for some reason a small part of me was silently celebrating.
To compound on the growing strangeness of this awakening, my eyes finally began to clear enough to see more details of the scene around me. I was in my own room, and everything looked to be in order, but the bedsheets were in complete disarray, and I was pretty sure I could see a bra hanging off the open door to my room. The strange thing about the bra was that it was clearly for someone with a large cup size, but it wasn’t a bra that I owned, and Elise was modest in that department. But then my eyes fell on Elise again, sleeping with her head on the slanted pillow next to mine.
With my newly cleared vision I could see that her makeup was still on, in particular her very thick mascara which looked like at some point it had been running down her cheeks. Had she been crying? As my gaze travelled down her body I saw a number of bruises, deep bite marks, and even a few long scratches along her back that I wasn’t quite sure about.
Suddenly worried about what might have happened, as I could remember nothing about the night before, I began to panic. My first instinct was the get out of bed gingerly in spite of what had to be a severe hangover, probably the worst in my life, and make my way to the standing mirror in my room.
When I made it there, I examined myself thoroughly, my eyes running over my copper hair, fair freckled skin, and my curvaceous figure with sizeable breasts, wide hips and thick thighs. I also briefly examined my pelvis to make sure nothing was out of order there, but all I saw was my smooth-shaved and waxed flesh in pristine condition. Thankfully, it seemed I was perfectly unharmed, unlike Elise who hadn’t so much as stirred since I got up.
Through the hammering pulses casting a dull haze over my mind, I tried desperately to remember what happened the night before as I scrambled to find my clothes. There were three distinct sets of clothes, clothes I knew were mine, the fancy but dark clothes that belonged to Elise, and I even spied an outfit I had seen my other roommate, Cammy wearing. Did I fuck her too? Was she the owner of the bra on my door? Now that I considered it, she and I were about equal in terms of cup size. Hers were bigger, but not by much. My mind lingered for an unusually lengthy time on Cammy’s breasts, and it threatened to continue before I noticed the other items scattered around the room.
I was shocked to see a number of dildos, a few vibrators, a strap-on, a very fancy-looking blindfold, a maid outfit, a paddle, and a whip, all strewn about the floor, and a pair of blood red candles on the nightstand. I had to be losing my mind. I was insane, that must have been what was happening. The things I was seeing implied I partook in activities the night before that I had never even breached the idea of doing, not even with Brad.
Brad. My eyes widened as a little bit of last night was coming back to me. I remembered my boyfriend broke up with me, and I confided in Elise and Cammy, my two best friends, and they took me out to drink to console me. Then… nothing. I must have gotten wasted because everything else was too fuzzy to make out. I vaguely remember Cammy making out with someone, I think it might have been Elise, actually. I recalled the bartender, a weird guy in a three-piece striped suit who spoke like he was from the Godfather films and was smoking cigars, only I must have been really drunk by then because I didn’t remember him having a lighter, just using a little flame on the tip of his thumb. And that was all I could conjure from my memories.
So that was it, I got blackout drunk because of Brad, and in the resulting emotional storm I decided it was a good idea to fuck my roommates, and apparently to do it with bondage gear. I didn’t even have any idea where I got it from, hopefully I didn’t also go on a shopping spree while I was blacked out.
A familiar scent crashed into my nose, bacon. Then I heard the faint sizzling noise coming from the kitchen. Cammy must have been making breakfast, she never did that. After getting my clothes back on, I departed from my room and into the combined kitchen and lounge of my apartment.
There she was, Cammy was at the stove with a pan of bacon sizzling away, a stack of pancakes set on a plate at the counter next to her. She was completely naked aside from an apron, giving me a clear view of her round ass and long legs which were covered in some light scratches. This made me realize that since I was untouched, I must have been the one handling all that bondage gear last night. And I couldn’t lie to myself, the thought of me doing that didn’t disturb me as much as perhaps it should have, considering I was perfectly straight and had never even thought to touch bondage stuff before.
Cammy was humming to herself happily, if the scratches were bothering her, she wasn’t making it very clear. As she hummed a pop tune that was distantly familiar, she shifted her weight back and forth between each leg, making her blonde pigtails bounce to the beat of her lightly bobbing head.
“Uh, Cammy?”
She jumped a bit, I must have been moving more silently than I thought.
“Oh! Allie!”
“Why are you—!?” My question was cut off by the slightly shorter woman practically bouncing over to me and throwing her arms around my neck and planting a deep kiss on my lips. Now I was kissing my best friend, in fact, she initiated the kiss even though she knew I was straight. Not only that, she inserted her tongue into the mix, sliding it all around my mouth and my own tongue.
I wanted to push her away to make her stop, but at the same time I didn’t. For some reason I didn’t find this as repulsive as I should have, in fact, this kiss felt amazing, better than any kiss I shared with Brad or anyone else I had dated before.
She was the one that stopped. “Like, holy shit you have no idea how happy I am that I can just do that now.” Cammy giggled.
“What are you talking about?” I replied. “I’m straight, you know that.” I said this almost defensively, but there was much less bite in it than there might have been before.
Cammy snorted. “That’s not what last-night-you would have said.” She wiggled her brows. “You fucked us sooo good. I mean like, damn girl I would have jumped your bones ages ago if I knew you were that good with your tongue.”
“I don’t remember anything.” I finally admitted.
Cammy’s smile seemed to falter slightly. “Wait, nothing?”
“I remember Brad breaking up with me, I remember us going out to the club to cheer me up, then everything gets blurry. I vaguely remember the weird bartender guy, I remember you making out with someone, Elise I think, and that’s it.” I did my best to think through the haze.
“Oh my god, so you don’t remember any of the good stuff? Oh my god that sucks!” Cammy exclaimed.
“That’s definitely unfortunate.” I heard Elise say from behind me. Unlike me, she didn’t bother to put on any clothes before coming out besides a pair of black panties. Her modest breasts were on full-display. “Let’s talk through it before we do anything else too drastic. I’ll plate us up.” She offered.
Taking the hint, Cammy and I took our seats on the stools next to the kitchen island and Elise began to distribute the pancakes and bacon. She also rather courteously prepared three glasses of seltzer water for our hangovers.
“All right, I think we need to have a talk with you, Allison.” Elise began. “And I think being blunt is the best way forward here. Speaking as a woman who is, as you know, a lesbian; you are not straight.”
I nearly dropped my fork. “What?”
“Think about how your last two relationships went. Bradley broke up with you specifically because he thought you were terrible in bed. Craig was nicer about it, but basically said the same thing in kinder words. They said you had no passion.”
It sounded a bit like Elise was blaming me for that, it was as much their fault as it may have been mine. I opened my mouth to point out the unfairness, but Elise raised her fork toward me to silence me.
“Now, you may not remember anything from last night, likely because you had way more to drink than us, but Cameron and I remember. And you were extremely passionate last night with us.”
“Oh my god yes.” Cammy added.
“The only difference between us and your previous two relationships is that we are women.” Elise concluded, and I knew what she was implying. She was saying my last two relationships failed because I was actually into women, not men, and this was the case all along.
“I was also drunk.” I pointed out.
“You’d never had drunk sex with Bradley or Craig?”
I winced, she had a point there. And if the reason they broke up with me was a lack of being a passionate lover, and if being drunk supposedly solved it, they would have encouraged me to drink more. But they never had.
“And frankly,” Cammy continued, “I don’t think you would have fucked us so good if you were just an experimenting drunk straight girl. You came at us like you always wanted to fuck our brains out.”
“Which,” Elise added, “may not be far from the truth. You may have always wanted to sleep with us subconsciously.”
I remained silent for a full minute, and my friends allowed me that small luxury as they ate. My head was spinning, but all the pieces were starting to fall into place. “I’m…” I heard myself say without meaning to.
“Hm?” Cammy hummed questioningly.
“I’m a lesbian.” I said. “It um, really does explain a lot. I never really found guys attractive, I never went for anyone, they always came to me. That kiss earlier didn’t freak me out as much as I would have thought. And I’ve never liked cock, I just assumed no women actually liked them, they just sort of tolerated them.”
Cammy practically spat out her pancakes as she laughed. “Oh girl, I’m bisexual and let me tell you, I fucking love cocks. Shoulda just asked me.”
“What you should do now,” Elise began, ignoring Cammy’s spout of TMI, “is imagine what might have happened last night.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because we did some… extreme stuff.” Elise gestured to a set of scratch marks on one of her gentle swells of a breast. “And alcohol does tend to make us do things we might not normally do. It’s important to know how much of what you did you’re actually into sober.”
Cammy took a long gulp of her seltzer water and then added to the explanation. “Translation, Elise is a huge masochist and you pushed all of her pain buttons last night, so she wants to know if you’re willing to do it again.” Elise shot Cammy a glare, but she ignored it. “Seriously, she came on her own like twice in a row when you started whipping her. I’m not even into that kinda stuff and I thought it was pretty hot.”
Elise rolled her eyes and continued her meal.
I, on the other hand, let my imagination wander. Since I wasn’t too familiar with how lesbians did their thing, I tried to think as generally as possible. We probably made out, but I already knew the idea of that didn’t gross me out, I literally just did it and remembered it clearly as the best kiss I’d ever had. Then there was most likely some fingering? I’d never been able to get off when my exes fingered me, but even just the idea of Cammy’s soft fingers from frequent lotion application, or Elise’s delicate black-nailed fingers sliding in and out of my folds was making me a little wet.
I imagined either of my two best friends eating me out, and likewise felt myself get horny at the thought. Then I remembered the strap-on and didn’t really get all that excited at the prospect of one of them using it on me, but when I thought about using it on them I found it strangely satisfying.
Finally, I took the plunge on the bondage gear. I imagined myself with each one, using it on Elise, and got a pretty intense reaction out of myself. In fact, just looking at the real Elise in that moment, and seeing the markings, there was something oddly satisfying about knowing I had made those marks on her, and that she liked it.
“Well?” Elise asked, perking up an eyebrow.
It was just in that moment I realized I was fixedly staring at her breast. “Oh um, I uh…” I stammered.
Her response was to lean forward very gracefully and seductively, taking one of her hands and lightly caressing the scratched flesh of the breast I had been staring at. Meanwhile, she was giving me a crooked and slightly devious smile. “Did you like what your imagination had in store?”
I nodded. “I think I did, actually. Honestly, I’m a little shocked it took me this long to realize I’m gay.”
“It can take some people nearly their whole lives to discover their true sexuality.” Elise replied, gliding around the side of the island to press her lithe and slender frame against my side as she slung her arms around my shoulders. “So, it’s not so surprising to me.”
“The important part,” Cammy said as she took up position on the other side of me, pressing her soft and hefty breasts into my other arm and wrapping her hands around my waist, “is that you know now. Which means you can finally start having real fun.” She giggled.
“I will be honest with you, Allison. Cameron and I have something of a secret we’ve been keeping from you for a long time, pretty much since the day we met.”
Cammy, taking the cue from the pale beauty, continued. “We both have a massive crush on you.”
“What? Me?” I asked, floored by the revelation.
“Of course, you!” Cameron replied indignantly. “You have to know how drop dead gorgeous you are. Like, now that you’ve accepted your sexuality you have to check yourself out in the mirror sometime, then you’ll get it.”
I frowned slightly, this was very flattering, and I wasn’t quite so sure about being attractive, but I was beginning to get a sense for where they were going with this. “Wait, I’m just gonna squash this right now.”
The two of them both leaned back slightly at my response, clearly confused.
“I’m not gonna choose between you two. I love our friendship and I don’t want that kind of drama to tear us apart. I’m flattered that you both like me but I’m not gonna let you two fight over me.”
Both of them leaned their heads to the side to look at each other, then, rather unexpectedly, they smiled and giggled.
“Well that is good news, because we have no intention of fighting over you.” Elise said. “In fact, I’m pretty sure neither of us would mind sharing you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, you know I’ve had like, three girlfriends at the same time before, right? I’m like, totally down with the poly lifestyle.” Cammy added.
“And as far as I’m concerned, I will be perfectly happy being your lover, no matter how many others are involved.” Elise said. “I’m not really a jealous person. Not in any of the bad ways anyway.”
“So, let me get this straight,” I began, “you’re both saying you want to be in a polyamorous relationship with me?”
“God yes. That would be so hot.” Cammy said, practically moaning the words.
“I’m saying I want to be your lover, and that I don’t care whether or not I’m the only one.” Elise corrected. “And for the record, if you were to decide you don’t want to by polyamorous and you chose to be with Cameron instead of me, I would harbor no ill-will toward either of you. It certainly wouldn’t ruin our friendship by any stretch of the imagination.”
“Same here, Elise and I go waaaay too far back to get busted up over something like this.” As I recalled, the two had been friends since middle school, even in spite of their disparate personalities and styles. “So, what do you say?”
Everything was moving very fast. I went from considering my sexuality to considering my personal stance on polyamory in the span of about fifteen minutes. But oddly, I didn’t feel uncomfortable about any of this, in fact there was a certain eagerness I felt at the thought of starting a brand new relationship… or two, apparently.
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Judy was woken for the second day in a row by a kick on the foot. She cracked an eye and saw Tanda Havra once again standing over her. "Breakfast," Tanda informed Judy. "Then horse or wagon." Judy looked around the tent, empty except for the two of them. She must have been tired to sleep past the others getting up! "Horse," Judy said almost without thinking. She'd seen the wagons yesterday. They bumped and jolted you; there were no springs. "Be ready, be quick!" Tanda told her,...
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Schaffer dreamed that he was warm, no, hot. Growing hotter. Sweat coated his body, he felt as if he were on fire. Was he in hell? Was that what fate had decreed? His mind was muddled, unfocused. He reached out his hand, feeling downy fur and yielding fat. He opened his eyes with a start, this was not a dream. He was awake, out of the snow and out of his suit, too. It was too dark for him to see anything, and all around him, the same soft fur pressed against his naked skin. There was an odd,...
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