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I hate men.
Oh, let me explain: my name is Alexandra (Alex to my friends), and I'm a lesbian. I know that "I hate men" seems somewhat trite, but I really have not liked men since before my first heterosexual experience, and that left me disappointed, frightened, and a bit sticky.
It was back in senior high school, and I had finally accepted a date with Bob, a guy in my gym class. Bob was not unattractive, and certainly physically fit. Even then I wasn't too keen on men, but I hadn't yet figured out my sexual orientation and my parents had been insistent that I go out with boys, so I went.
To describe myself: I'm slim, have a mop of blonde hair and a fair amount of muscle tone (I work out). Think of a young, buff Ellen DeGeneres and you pretty much have the image. Back in school, however, I was a little flabby, my hair was shoulder-length and I wore "cat's eye" style glasses. I was no looker, but I wasn't ugly either.
After "dinner and a movie" (McDonald's and a 007 flick), we parked up on a point above the local lake. Adjourning to the back seat, Bob proceeded to clumsily kiss, grope and drool on me for a while. I really wasn't getting anything out of the encounter, so I decided to raise the stakes and pulled down his zipper. I played with his 5-inch erection for a bit, then he raised my skirt and pulled down my panties. Finally I just said "what the hell" and let him inside me, figuring that maybe I'd get some sort of enjoyment from real sex. Nope. After lunging forward and painfully piercing my hymen, he almost immediately started to grunt and spurt. I couldn't believe it! Worse, neither of us had even mentioned a condom. No pleasure at all for me when losing my cherry and I might even have gotten pregnant! I freaked!
Luckily my next period came, albeit a little late because of the stress, but I was off of men for good. It wasn't until college that I realized I wanted women instead, and I've never regretted it.
I met Denise in my senior year in college. She was beautiful, a small, nice tight package with chin-length "dirty" blonde hair, a winning smile and an outgoing personality. Think Joey Lauren Adams from the movie Chasing Amy and you'll have a pretty good idea of why I fell in love with her almost from our first meeting. After college we moved in together and have been deliriously happy.
That was five years ago. If it was legal for us to get married we certainly would have. Denise confided in me a few years ago that she was not lesbian so much as bisexual. It wasn't until I came along that she even considered women as sexually exciting. We even purchased a dildo so that I could give her the penetration that she was missing. I wouldn't let the thing near my hole, however.
I'm so happy with her, and we'd recently been discussing the next step: children. I'd like a little girl, of course. Boys just grow up to be men, and I despise men. Denise suggested in vitro fertilization, but it was really expensive. Each time the discussion would begin it would stop at the money issue.
I began to think about alternatives. Denise still occasionally missed having a real penis in her, and our living together had synchronized our ovulation cycles so I knew when she would be fertile. A plan began to form in my mind...
In a few weeks "the day" came around. I suggested that we go out dancing, and she gladly accepted. We went out to a roadhouse bar, her wearing a short black skirt that would rise up as she spun around. Damn, she was hot! I was wearing tight jeans and one of those sheer black blouses that played "peek-a-boo" with my likewise black bra.
We ordered beers and sat near the dance floor. Denise was happy to be out and looking at the guys, and I was scanning the crowd for possibles. Now, being a lesbian doesn't mean that I can't tell that a guy is or is not attractive. Like in the way that a hetero guy can tell if other guys are going to be competition for the hunt for women or not, the skill is there.
Denise grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the somewhat crowded dance floor. I didn't recognize the song, but it had a strong beat, and we really got into it. Denise was shaking her booty, holding her hands over her head and showing her shapely legs as she swung to the beat, her eyes closed. Even if I didn't find a "sperm donor" tonight, I thought, I was going to fuck her silly later.
I looked back out at the rest of the bar and found that we had caught the attention of quite a few guys who were looking at us (or, more precisely, Denise) the way dogs look at a big hunk of meat. Predictable men, I thought, but kept my objectivity as I weighed each of the gazes for desirable traits. Finally I spied a man stepping onto the dance floor and heading for us. Even I had to admit that this guy was hot! He was tall and fit, with tanned skin and muscular definition easily seen under his tight white shirt and along his arms. His face was strong, with a cleft chin and full lips. He had straight, short dark hair and his eyes were a bright blue. Nice.
Swaying to the beat, he moved alongside us to make the third point in a gyrating triangle. Denise noticed his presence and warmed to him almost immediately. Score, I thought. After the song was over we moved back to our table, our new friend in tow.
His name was Jeremy, and he was a construction worker from out of town visiting friends. Perfect, I thought. A few beers later and Denise and Jeremy were hitting it off very well. After a bit, she had her hand on his thigh. He gave me some sidelong looks, but I think he picked up on my negative vibe and left me alone.
Finally, Denise had to "break the seal" and headed off to the washroom. She was a little put off that I wasn't going to go with her (yes, lesbians go to the washroom in groups too), but I had a little "business" to discuss with Jeremy.
"So, Jeremy", I began, "do you like Denise?"
"She's awesome", replied Jeremy, casting his eyes back toward the ladies' washroom longingly.
"I agree. Would you like to impregnate her?"
Heh. I thought spit-takes only happened on TV, but there was now beer all over the table. Quickly grabbing some napkins, he cleaned it up, casting glances all around to make sure no one else had seen or heard.
"What, are you kidding?" he asked in hushed tones, which is difficult to do in a loud bar.
My offer had been delivered in a perfect deadpan, but it made sense that he had to ask -- after all, he had just met us. "Absolutely", I said. "We want a baby, and you look to be made of 'good stock'. She's healthy. Just one thing: Denise doesn't know that we're going to do this. Are you in?"
He was looking at me intently, still a little incredulous, but I could see the want in his eyes. "Yes", he almost whispered.
We had hashed out a plan by the time Denise came back from the washroom: I would get her into the "doggie-style" position so she wouldn't be able to see that Jeremy didn't have a condom on. God, I was getting so hot just thinking about it... I informed him, though, in no uncertain terms, that I was not part of the deal, just her.
Denise was shocked to find out that Jeremy was going home with us. She was looking at me like I had just grown a second head, really, but a few more beers and she was snuggling up to Jeremy like a little lost puppy.
I drove us back to our place while the two of them necked in the back. Back in our apartment, they practically tore each other's clothes off heading to the bedroom. I sat in a chair in the corner to watch.
"Alex? Are you going to join us?" Denise asked as she arched her back to allow Jeremy better access to remove her bra. Jeremy paused in his gift opening to look at me, eyebrows rising.
"No, this is all for you, baby", I said, pleased at the irony of my words. "Have fun."
Then they were all over each other, their underwear being the only thing keeping them from a more complete fit. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as he ground his pelvis against hers. "Ooh", she responded, closing her eyes and caressing his head. "Aahh..."
After a few minutes of this he moved his head down to her panties, pulling them down as he went. His own boxers were pulled tight against his buttocks by the extreme tenting in the front. Denise stopped him before he could get his mouth between her thighs.
"Jeremy, I'm living with a lesbian. Trust me -- no matter how good you are at licking cunny, it can't possibly compare." Looking up at her and then back at me, he lifted his head, smiled and removed his boxers.
Wow! He was at least 9 inches long, and thick! Not that I see many dicks, mind you, but I know enough to tell when someone's well endowed. Denise's eyes widened as well. "Mmm", she murmured, climbing to a sitting position, turning around on her hands and knees and putting her mouth around it.
"Aw yeah", he sighed, obviously in heaven. I was a little jealous -- she really knew how to use her mouth. She ministered to his lollipop for several minutes before he started to pump his hips to meet her back-and-forth bobbing. She backed off with a slurping sound.
"Condom?" she looked up at him.
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