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Bunk Beds -- Chapter 5 free porn video
Disclaimer: All people in this story are fictional and any resemblance to
living people is a cryin' shame. It was created to be a pleasant fantasy.
Bunk Beds - Chapter 5
By Isis Eris
***
"You're going to have to lend me some money," Karen said.
"Why?" I asked.
We were walking into the entrance of the university gym. I was in her
body, and wearing sweatpants and a tank top. Oh - and a sports bra, which
was supporting my B-cup breasts. I had a change of clothes in my backpack
which I got to pick out myself since Karen didn't seem to care. As for
her, she was wearing pretty much the same thing as me, except a black t-
shirt in place of a tank-top. Oddly, she had opted to wear a sports bra,
too, saying that it 'felt right', even if her current body didn't require
it.
"Because I'm buying a membership for you," she said. "Who knows how often
I'm going to be in your body a month. If I don't go to the gym every day
I'll lose my routine. Besides, a gym would do you good."
I didn't argue and handed over some money which I had been going to use
on video games over the next month or two. As I gave Karen the money my
eyes happened to glance downwards and I noticed the bulge in the front of
her sweatpants.
"Are you hard right now?" I asked.
"Yeah, though not all the way. Whenever I realize I have a nine-and-a-
half inch dick, it makes me horny. And being horny makes me horny, so it
basically never goes down," she said.
I showed Karen's membership card to the nice young lady at the front desk
and then waited for my friend as she signed up for a year's membership. I
noticed that the only people milling about - a guy and a girl - were
staring downwards at Karen's crotch. Well, my crotch. The guy looked a
bit intimidated and the girl wore a delighted smile.
Karen came over to me. "We'll meet back here in about an hour and a half.
Leave time for a shower after your run."
She had just started to walk down the hallway when she paused, and turned
back to me. "Oh. I should tell you, I kind of have a fan in the locker
room."
"A fan?"
"Yeah. It's pretty obvious she has a thing for me. But she's kinda shy.
Go ahead and play with her a little if you want; I intend on having some
fun in the locker room if I can."
Before I could muster an objection she disappeared down the hall and into
the men's locker room. Her sweatpants sagged a little and you could
clearly see bright pink panties underneath. I sighed. I guess it was time
to brave the women's locker room.
I opened the door and stepped inside. And...it wasn't really that big of a
deal. I was the only girl in the room at the moment, and when there's
nobody in a locker room, it's basically just a collection of lockers and
benches with some toilets in the back. Karen's locker was easy to find,
and her combination was even easier to remember - 17, 17, 17. I put my
nicer clothes in the locker, locked it again, and then went off in search
of the track.
***
I have this habit of running up stairs until I get out of breath. It gets
some more blood going to my brain and gets the heart pumping. As I made
my way to the fourth floor indoor track, however, I realized that I
wasn't running out of breath. Clearly, Karen didn't have asthma. That was
interesting.
It made me think back to gym class in grade school - although I guess
middle school and high school gym classes weren't any better. My asthma
was exercise induced, so if an activity meant running for more than like
twenty or thirty seconds, then I was going to be gasping for breath.
Pretty much all of the games we were forced to play involved running so I
sucked at everything.
Gym class was just my all my inadequacies put on display for the public -
an art show of embarrassment. I found the indoor track easily enough. The
university must do maintenance on it all the time, because all of the
paint and the surface all gleamed like they were still new. Figures that
an institution of higher learning would dump all its money into athletic
stuff.
There was another woman in the room and she smiled when she turned the
corner and saw me, her curly hair bouncing with every step. This young
woman was as tall as Karen - which was tall for a girl - but her frame
was broader while Karen's body was trimmer and more slender. Her figure
was still feminine, though; Her breasts were quite large and her hips
were well defined.
Putting her out of her mind, I looked at my watch and took note of the
time. Then I started to run. Karen's legs were so much longer than mine!
So I decided to kick it into high gear and see just how fast I could go -
and it turned out pretty fast! I was enjoying the thrill, but slowed down
a little, since somewhere in the back of my mind I knew even a runner has
to keep pace. The speed I settled on, though, was still faster than I
usually ran.
Then my mind kind of drifted. I thought about things, like I should
probably get to looking for another job again soon. It sucked, though,
since I wasn't actually good at all that much. Maybe I could look for a
job as a waiter or something? My thoughts became less focused and my mind
drifted away.
***
I stopped to look at my watch and, to my surprise, a good forty minutes
had passed! How could that much time have passed without me noticing? My
body certainly felt as if it had been active but I wasn't exhausted or
anything. I've heard some people say that running can be relaxing; I've
even heard of something called 'runner's high.' Maybe this is the sort of
thing they're talking about?
The smarter part of my brain told me that since I'm not an experienced
runner that I'd probably burn through Karen's energy reserves faster than
she would. I figured this was about as good of a place to stop as any.
I exited the track and went back down to the locker rooms. I entered, and
checked to see if any other girls were there - there didn't seem to be
any, so I made my way to Karen's locker. As I was taking off my clothes,
I noticed that the woman whom I had seen earlier on the track had entered
and that her locker was in eye -sight of mine. I felt a little self-
conscious as I took off my clothes, as I could feel eyes buried in my
flesh. I tried not to look at her, though I could see some of her profile
in the side of my vision.
The shower room turned out to not have any curtains, dividers, or doors.
I had been a bit afraid of that. It's true that I had a woman's body, but
I couldn't help feeling a bit like a voyeur. The water was cold at first,
but pretty soon it warmed up, and I made sure all of my hair was damp. It
felt so nice to slide my fingers through Karen's long blonde hair. As I
started to get my shampoo ready that other woman entered the gym and
chose a shower-head next to mine.
"Hi again," she said.
"Hello, I said.
I had turned my head to look at her, and I froze when I saw her. I'm
still not accustomed to seeing naked women before me, even after all of
this nonsense. She had such an athletic body, yet she was still so tall
and curvy. Those curves! An ignorant guy might think she was pretty wide
in the torso, but I'm pretty sure she was truly big boned. That might
explain the generous amount of hip padding and breast tissue, actually -
the body knew the bones were big and thought it had to put more on top.
She could tell that I was staring and this gave her a rush of energy - I
could see it in her face. She looked mischievous now.
"The girls are good to look at, but I'd rather have yours," she said.
"Bouncing hurts like a bitch when you're this racked."
"Oh," I said. "Well, they look great..."
I could feel my cheeks blushing, so I turned away, and concentrated on
washing my long hair. I started to rub my palms furiously against my
hair, lathering up all of the shampoo - I wanted to get this over with as
fast as possible. I still had to rinse this out and use the conditioner
Karen had taught me to use.
"You know, I've always admired your body. So slender, yet so strong," she
said.
"Thanks," I said.
"You seem a little nervous today. Is everything okay?"
"Y-yeah, everything's fine."
"You sure? You seem...flustered today."
I had moved on to conditioner at this point, I had to put it on the tips
of my hair and then work it up to about my ear level.
"I always had you pegged as bi-curious, you know. Which is cool," she
said.
"No, I'm pretty sure I'm straight," I said.
She just laughed. "There's nothing wrong with experimenting, you know.
That's what college is for."
I was about done applying the conditioner and also a little aroused.
"I could help you learn about yourself," she said. "It's not like we'd
have to tell anyone, and it's not like I'd give you a grade."
Karen had told me to let the conditioner sit for a few minutes, but I
figured this was an emergency, so I tried to wash it out right away. I
curled my long and thin fingers into sort of half claws, and started
scrubbing the conditioner out, from the top to the bottom. As soon as I
had given it all two or three goes I stopped and turned off the water. I
threw my towel on and started to walk out of the shower room.
"Wait." The woman had followed me, with her towel draped over her should.
"Aren't you going to use the sauna today?"
A sauna? I'd always wanted to try one of those.
"C'mon, girl," she said, taking me by the hand and leading me into the
sauna. There were a group of benches in a steamy warm room, and wow. The
warmth washed over me and I think my eyes rolled back into my head a
little, out of pleasure. It was kind of like a hot tub, except instead
of bubbling water, the warmth was all in the form of air, and it was
caressing every inch of my body.
The woman and I sat down in a corner. Somebody who walked in probably
wouldn't notice us right away. I placed a towel down on my lower body,
but she put her towel on the bench.
"Go ahead; you can look at me," she said.
At this point I felt so good that I think I stopped being completely
rational. I turned to look at her, and I noticed how big her smile was,
and how round the apples of her cheeks were. She was definitely good
looking. Why was I trying so hard to fight against this? Karen had given
me permission to screw around, after all.
"That's right. Let me be your teacher. Welcome to Lesbianism 101: An
introduction to a woman's touch."
At that, she cupped my breasts. I took a sharp breath - my breasts were
so tender now. During the shower I had been so anxious I had hardly
noticed any physical sensation, but now it was almost overwhelming. This
woman was giving my breasts gentle little squeezes, and tweaking my
nipples, which were hard and seemed to be all nerve.
"Do you want to continue?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
She turned me so that we were both facing each other and removed the
towel over my lap. Then she edged closer until her full bosom was pushed
up against mine, the force of her breasts compressing mine. I closed my
eyes, and felt her lips on mine, so I kissed back the best I could. I
wrapped my arms around her, all the while we kept kissing.
Her pointer finger pressed lightly against my body, in the center, just
below my breasts. It traced its way slowly down my body, past my belly
button, down to my pubic mound. She pushed my lips apart and - well, she
worked magic. I could feel her inside of me - she put a second finger in
me - and after just a few seconds, she found the right spot, and she kept
hitting the spot. Jets of pleasure shot through my body, and I started to
get foggy headed. But this time it wasn't runner's high - this was the
ecstasy of physical pleasure.
I lost sense of time, but eventually, I had an orgasm. I could feel it
all through my body. The sexual pleasure was in my arms, and my legs, and
my body, and everywhere. I wanted to shout but found I couldn't quite
locate my voice. After a time, the wave of pleasure passed, and I started
panting, trying to catch my breath.
"Did you like that?" she asked me.
"Oh God, yes," I said.
"That was your first lesson."
"Listen," I tried to say, a little lost. "Just because we did this -
doesn't mean I'll want to do this every time. Or ever again, maybe. I
don't know."
"It's okay," she said. "I'm just glad I got to do you once, at least."
She gave me a sweet little kiss after that.
My senses started to come back to me little by little, and I realized
that we weren't alone in the sauna any more. My lover noticed the change
in my demeanor and turned to look, too. On the opposite side of the room
a small east-Indian woman was sitting in the corner across from us. Her
legs were spread far apart and she was hard at work fingering herself,
her breath coming in short and fast gasps.
"Don't mind me," she said, in a heavy accent. "That was fucking hot!"
My partner started a long hearty laugh, but I wrapped my towel around me
and walked out of the room.
***
I was sitting at the entrance to the gym where Karen and I had arranged
to meet. After a while I saw my original body with its arm around a
taller guy. Karen was smiling, clearly pleased with herself, and her
bulge was as big as ever. The other guy had a light beard and an equally
pleased smile in the center of it.
"Hey, Karen," Karen said.
"Loren," I said, as I gave a wary eye to the guy she was hanging on.
"Hi," he said, kind of embarrassed, "I'm Greg."
"Don't worry about her, she's cool," Karen said. "She's my roommate, and
she knows I love the cock."
"Ah," Greg laughed. "Can you blame me for wanting this guy? He was
standing there in the shower, with the biggest, hardest dick, just
jacking off."
"He helped me take care of that," Karen smiled, and stood up a little
taller to kiss him on the lips.
"I'm still shocked a guy with the penis of a God would be a natural
bottom," Greg laughed.
My stomach dropped.
"Hey," Karen said. "You can head home without me. My studly knight here
is taking his princess home with him for a while."
"Don't worry, I'll give him a ride back," Greg assured me.
"Only one?" Karen pouted.
I nodded, and thanked him, and left.
***
So my 'spirit' has been through lesbian sex, and my body has lost its
anal virginity. Did I have lesbian sex when I was with - God, I never
even got her name - and could it be said that I've had gay sex with Greg?
I didn't expect all of this sexual activity to come my way so quickly
after a lifetime of celibacy! And that's not even counting the maybe
real, maybe imaginary sex I had with Karen and Cindy in the nether
dimension.
As I was driving back home, I reflected on things. I hadn't gotten any
action back in high school, nor had I dated anyone. Most of my friends
were girls and I watched them go through first dates, and I listened to
them confide in me all the details of their first times. Well, not Beth,
of course. But even some of my nerdy guy friends had managed to attract
girls, and go through all of those little rituals, and discoveries.
I had a sex drive, of course. A decent one, really. And I'd always been
romanticist. So it hurt, to watch all of those things happening around
me, but never to me. And now it was kind of happening to me, yet it was
happening to me in such a weird way.
***
When I got back in the apartment I went to hang out with Beth. She was in
a pretty good mood, having decided to give herself the day off for
studying.
"Where's Karen?" she asked.
"She went home with a guy she met at the gym," I said. "She's
experimenting with guy-on-guy sex."
"I don't think that's terribly respectful of you," Beth said.
"Well, I kind of had a lesbian encounter when I was at the gym, so I
guess it wouldn't be fair for me to complain."
"You - really? A lesbian encounter?"
Her eyes were wide, with shock, and something else I couldn't quite
identify.
"Yeah. Karen has a 'fan', at the gym, and she was hitting on me when we
were naked, and I just sort of gave up resisting."
"Tell me all of the details," she said.
And so I did. As I retold the tale she tried to keep an even demeanor,
like a concerned counselor listening to a patient, but I could tell she
was somewhat distracted by something as she listened. That same thing I
couldn't quite identify from her - something I hadn't seen in her before.
When I finished, I asked her what she thought.
"Well," she started, "I've heard that sometimes when hormones are
surging, people just get carried away. I guess it's nothing to be ashamed
of."
"Are you sure?"
"Well - do you regret what happened?"
I thought about it. "No, I guess I don't."
Beth gave me a quick hug.
"Sometimes we get what we want the most, but it comes in a form we never
saw coming," she said. "In a way, I'm envious of you. I wish I could feel
comfortable enough to be intimate with someone in that way."
"Whoa, comfortable? I don't think I said that."
"True," Beth said. "But you must have felt that way, on some level.
Things didn't feel right for you with Kendra, so you ran off. I'm sure if
you had really objected to things you would've ran away, again. But you
didn't."
"I suppose so," I said, thinking.
"You know, you've really managed to make Karen look pretty," Beth said to
me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Usually Karen dresses casual to the point of almost being tomboyish. But
this outfit you've put together - it's like you're Karen's shy wallflower
sister. You've brought out a sort of femininity I usually don't get to
see from Karen."
Beth was giving my fashion selections an appraising eye with a smile.
"Thanks," I laughed. "I just picked out some things from her closet I
liked."
"You've always had good fashioned sense," Beth laughed. "Say - we should
go shopping! You always like going shopping with me. But this time, you
can try on things, too."
I smiled. "That would be fun."
"Let's go," she said.
And so we did.
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