Just This Once (ffm, college) 
Ginny has a threesome 
By Marklemagne 

--- A free press must be used responsibly. If you 
shouldn't read this story  because it might make 
you feel strange and want to do things that mom 
and dad and pastor said are wrong, then stop 
reading. This is a  true story. No, really it is. 
This is one in a series of sexual adventures  of 
people I know. My avocation is to get people to 
tell me true sexual escapades then convert them 
into these stories. I hope you enjoy it.  Feedback 
is always welcome at marklemagne@canada.com. You 
can save a copy of  this for your off-line 
enjoyment and repost it, as long as you give me 
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Virginia is clearly the most open-minded of my 
friends, who on the whole are  a pretty open-
minded lot. But Ginny is different. I confessed to 
her that I sometimes wondered what it would be 
like to make it with another guy and she said she 
thought she was bisexual. That got me going, of 
course, because I'm like most guys who love to 
watch two women do it. Of course, the closest I've 
come is what I see in movies, and at this stage in 
my life it is unlikely that I'll ever have a 
threesome. That's ok with me. I'm jealous and  
insecure and I'd be afraid that I would end up 
like a fifth-wheel and my  lover would leave me 
for another woman...

But thinking about Ginny looking at other girls 
and becoming aroused was  pretty cool. I figured 
that most women didn't do that, despite what I 
read in the stories and see on the tube. After 
all, even the best estimates of sex researchers 
put the number of bi women at around 10 percent of 
the general population. I used to look around at 
attractive women and wonder which ones were the 10 
percent who liked pussy as much as I did. Kind of 
fun to do in a boring class or on a slow day at 
work...Anyway, this story isn't about me. My sex 
life is uneventful, which is why I collect other 
peoples' tales.

Ginny went to the University of Michigan, which is 
one of the more liberal  colleges around, and got 
a job working at a vegetarian restaurant in town. 
I won't divulge the name here, because it turns 
out that a large number of the staff was gay or 
lesbian or some combination, and that could turn 
off some customers. Being college students, they 
tended to celebrate and hold parties at the drop 
of a hat and at one of these parties, Ginny told 
me she got the chance to act out on her urge to 
make love to another woman. Sort of. 

It happened when she was a sophomore -- 19 years 
old and ready to go. Ginny  was slow to explore 
sex, and as a result she had only lost her 
virginity the year before.  She was 18 when she 
experienced the joy of oral sex for the first 
time, a year or so after she gave her first blow-
job. Connor was Ginny's high school boyfriend and 
was a year younger than she was. He spent the 
night in her dorm room and that's where she gave 
him her cherry. He had already been the recipient 
of a number of blow-jobs from Ginny, who had  
learned to give head from a previous boyfriend and 
later that same weekend  Connor went down on her. 

Ginny was very pretty, she had the family's red 
hair, which she kept cut  short, never letting it 
get longer than shoulder-length. It was a 
combination of brown and red and so shiny. She 
loved the way it felt when  Connor ran his fingers 
through her hair as she licked his cock, and 
needless  to say Conner was more than willing to 
comply! She had the brightest white teeth framed 
by gorgeous soft full lips that were kept moist by 
her sweet tongue. Her breasts were too small by 
her standards; they really were A-minus cup size. 
But Ginny didn't like to wear a bra so having 
small tits wasn't a great loss in her book. Her 
nipples perpetually stood at attention, poking up 
through the tight t-shirts she favored

Ginny was a feminist, but not militant. She liked 
men, but she want to be  judged by physical 
appearance. Of course, that's easy for an 
attractive woman to say, since it doesn't come 
across as sour grapes. But she  didn't judge books 
by their cover and she didn't want others to do 
that  either. Ginny kept her piercings down to a 
minimum and didn't want a tatoo. Her clothes were 
eclectic and she tended to wear the oddest shades 
of nail polish on her fingers and toes, which were 
constantly exposed thanks to her hurachi sandals. 

As a waitress in the vegetarian restaurant, Ginny 
worked hard and kept her  body in good shape. Her 
upper arms were toned and hard, in a very sexy 
way. She had a nice flat tummy, with a belly 
button that liked to peek out from beneath her t-
shirt. Try as she might, she could never tan. Once 
she figured this out she gave up and accepted the 
pale skin that so many redheads have. It was a 
nice skin, I thought. It was soft and supple, 
nicely freckled in all the right places, and not 
so pale that she looked like a northerner on the 
first day of Spring Break. 

She drew people to her because of her bright 
personality, openness and  compassion. Ginny 
accepted people for who they were, and it was hard 
to stay mad at her for long. She wasn't perfect by 
any means. She was involved in those petty college 
squabbles about who said what to whom and I can't 
believe he did that to her and she's such a bitch. 
You know the ones. There were people who didn't 
like her and people she didn't like. But overall, 
she was the kind of person you'd want as a friend 
and if you were a guy, the  kind of girl you'd 
love to take to bed. I guess I should also include 
girls  in that statement, because this is a story 
about how Ginny explored her bisexuality, after 
all. 

The lesbians and bisexual girls at the restaurant 
lusted after Ginny. Not  all of them, to be fair. 
She wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but there were a 
couple of women who would love to take that 
straight girl and teach her how to make love to 
another woman. More than one of them liked to 
imagine what it would be like to hold that 
chestnut hair in their hands as Ginny worked her 
way down their stomachs and took her first lick of 
another woman. They didn't know that she wondered 
what it would be like to be there, as well. What 
would those women have thought if they knew Ginny 
would occasionally get her fingers wet with her 
juice and give it a quick lick, just to have a 
taste? Or that her favorite masturbation fantasies 
involved other women? Oh, how they would have 
jumped at the chance to be the one who took her  
lesbian virginity. 

Some of them even tried. Ginny liked to take 
photographs and she photographed one of the 
veggie-lezzies in a U of M studio one day. Ginny 
got her to take her shirt off, and Fran got all 
turned on at being a model,  even if the photos 
were character studies exploring light and dark. 

"Why don't you take off your shirt, Gin," Fran 
purred.

Ginny smiled at the invitation and felt a stirring 
between her legs.  Unfortunately, this wasn't the 
time or place for such an exploration and Fran 
wasn't her first choice, anyway. 

"I'd like to, but not right now," Ginny replied.

"When?"

"Who knows," Ginny answered.

That was about as far as that episode went, except 
that Fran took Ginny's  hands in hers when the 
shoot was over and thanked the younger girl for 
inviting her to be a model. Her voice was 
practically silky smooth  as she made her 
appreciation known. Fran lingered for a moment, 
holding  Ginny's small hands, and then sighed.

"You are so cute, you know," Fran said.

Ginny blushed.

"I could just eat you up," the older girl added. 
"Someday, perhaps..."

"Perhaps," Ginny said, and let the remark hang in 
the air.

Ginny's first choice was a dark-haired bi girl 
named Sheila who was of  middle eastern descent. 
She wasn't Jewish or Moslem, by culture, but she 
had very dark features and jet black hair. Her 
eyes were so dark brown you might think they were 
all black and she had a real nice rack, Ginny 
thought. Her breasts were much bigger than 
Ginny's, although they weren't huge. Just right, 
Sheila's lovers had told her, and Ginny wondered 
what they felt like. She had felt a girlfriend's 
breasts in high school; it wasn't really a sexual 
thing -- it was more like curiosity. Becca's 
breasts were big and Ginny wanted to know what it 
felt like. So she asked and she felt them through 
Becca's shirt and bra. No big deal.

Sheila's breasts were bigger than Becca's, and 
Ginny really wanted to know  what they felt like. 
This wasn't just curiosity, this was lust. Sheila 
had a pretty enough face, nothing to write home 
about, but she was attractive. Like the other 
waitresses, Sheila kept in good shape; she was a 
runner so her legs were muscular and firm. Her ass 
was rock hard and she liked the way it filled out 
her pants.

Ginny got the chance to check out Sheila's breasts 
one night at an after- work party. She was there 
with Connor who was a freshman at the university. 
It started out as an innocent thing, as many of 
these things do. The girls at the party, both 
straight and bi/les, were kissing each other. The 
lesbians were kissing the straight girls to show 
them how it felt to kiss another woman, and to 
recruit them into their man-hating cult. Ok, that 
last part I just made up. I know that lesbians are 
really just women who've never been with a real 
man, not man-hating amazons. Ok. Ok. I'm just 
kidding. It's a joke. Some of my best friends are 
lesbians, some are gay. I get turned on by men 
sometimes. I was just poking fun at the 
stereotypes.

Well, Ginny came up to Sheila and said "kiss me." 
Sheila said "you're drunk"  and laughingly pushed 
Ginny away. Ginny looked Sheila dead in the eye 
and said that she hadn't had a thing to drink and 
she wanted Sheila to kiss her. Sheila returned 
Ginny's stare and warned her that she might be 
starting something she didn't want to finish, but 
Ginny replied that wasn't going to happen.

Sheila took Ginny's head in her hands as Connor 
watched and pulled her  forward. Ginny moved into 
Sheila's arms and their lips met. Still holding on 
to Ginny's head, Sheila pushed her tongue out and 
into Ginny's mouth, where it was warmly welcomed. 
Ginny's arms came up and held on to Sheila's 
wrists as if to pull them away, but Sheila refused 
to yield. As the kiss progressed, Ginny's hands 
slid down Sheila's arms and then to her waist. 
Sheila took her hands from Ginny's face and 
wrapped her arms around the  girl's neck. Then, 
she pulled back, leaving her arms linked behind 
Ginny's  head.

Ginny looked a little dazed.

"Wow," she said after a moment.

"You liked that?" Sheila said.

"A lot," Ginny answered. "That was nice."

Sheila laughed quietly and then unclasped her 
hands from Ginny's neck. She  brought her hands 
forward and down Ginny's shoulders, continuing 
down over the girl's breasts, letting her 
fingertips trail over Ginny's nipples. They 
continued past Ginny's hard nipples and down her 
belly, where Sheila playfully poked at Ginny's 
navel. That caused Ginny to jump and she let go of 
her grip around Sheila's waist.

Connor stood by watching, an erection growing in 
his pants. What a lucky man  I am, he thought, to 
have witnessed that. The three of them rearranged 
themselves, standing equidistant from each other, 
each giving the other two that 18 inches of 
personal space humans so unconsciously crave. 
Somebody said something about something and the 
kiss was pushed to the back of the trio's 
collective unconscious. But the evening wasn't 
over yet.

It was a couple of hours later when the party was 
dying down and Sheila,  Connor and Ginny had a 
room all to themselves. Connor sat on a chair, 
Ginny was seated between his legs and Sheila sat 
crosslegged in front of her. The door was shut 
Connor was gently stroking Ginny's hair. The 
conversation was something about music when Ginny 
turned to Connor. He bent down and kissed her 
upturned face as Sheila watched. 

Sheila got up on her hands and knees and crossed 
over to where Ginny and  Connor were seated. As 
they broke apart, she leaned in and kissed Ginny 
hard on the lips. Their tongues danced together 
for a moment, and balancing herself on one hand, 
Sheila reached up to stroke Ginny's chest. 

"mmm," Ginny moaned.

They separated and Sheila sat back on her knees. 
Connor moved down to the  floor and leaned in to 
give Sheila a kiss. She placed her hand on the 
back of his head and pulled their lips together as 
Ginny watched. Then they broke apart and Sheila 
moved in to kiss Ginny again. This time, Sheila 
took Ginny's hand and brought it up to her own 
breast. Ginny cupped the mound in her hand and 
gave a gentle squeeze as she stuck her tongue in 
Sheila's mouth. Still kissing Ginny, Sheila 
reached for Connor's hand and placed it on her 
other breast. He rolled the nipple between his 
fingertips as the two  women kissed.

When the kiss ended, Sheila pulled back once again 
and then reached down to  take the hem of her 
shirt. She pulled the shirt over her head to 
reveal a modest white cotton bra. Not giving 
anyone time to say anything, Sheila reached behind 
and unclasped the bra. She shrugged her shoulders 
and as the straps fell away, the cups dropped from 
her breasts and revealed her dark, Mediterranean 
nipples. They were larger than Ginny had ever 
seen, and darker. 

"Come here," Sheila commanded, looking Ginny right 
in the eye.

As if in a trance, Ginny moved forward as Sheila 
lay on the carpet. Ginny  knelt over her friend 
and touched the hard points of her breasts. 

"Suck them," Sheila said. And Ginny did.

She latched on to the closest breast which seemed 
to defy gravity by staying  up and erect. Ginny 
laved her tongue over the nipple and sucked it the 
way she liked her own nipples sucked. With her 
other hand, she gently kneaded the firm flesh of 
Sheila's other breast. Sheila looked over at 
Connor and brought her hands up to stroke Ginny's 
hair. Connor was transfixed, watching his 
girlfriend make love to another woman's nipples. 
His eyes were wide and his breathing quick. He 
thought his cock was going to burst through his  
jeans.

Sheila took Ginny's hand from her breast and 
dragged it over her taut  stomach to the waistband 
of her jeans. Encountering a little resistance, 
she firmly guided Ginny's hand under her 
waistband. When Ginny's  hand was there, Sheila 
let go of it and unsnapped her pants. She tugged 
down  the zipper and pulled the flaps apart to 
reveal her white cotton panties. The contrast of 
her olive skin to the white cotton was amazing, 
Connor thought. 

Oblivious to the view just below her fingers, 
Ginny was concentrating on  Sheila's breasts, as 
Sheila offered sweet words of encouragement. They 
weren't demeaning, but she was firm enough to let 
Ginny know who  was in charge.

"That's it, baby," she cooed. "Suck my tits."

Ginny felt so slutty and excited. This was what 
she wanted to try but she  was concerned about how 
far it would go. Confronted with the reality, she 
wasn't really sure she could go down on another 
girl and she hoped Sheila wouldn't make her. 

"Touch me, honey," Sheila said softly. " Give me 
your hand."

Sheila took Ginny's hand again and brought it down 
to her pussy. She didn't  want to make Ginny do 
more than she was comfortable with, but she did 
want to come. Ginny moved her fingers over the 
cotton of Sheila's panties and stroked her pussy 
through the thin fabric. It was hot and soft and 
wet and felt wonderful. She could feel Sheila's 
clitoris under her fingertips and she gently 
massaged the nub. 

"Oooh, yeah, Gin," Sheila moaned. "That's the way. 
Make me come."

Ginny stepped up her pace and began rubbing 
Sheila's pussy in earnest, while  sucking and 
nipping on her breasts. It didn't take long before 
Sheila was really getting into this. Ginny brought 
her hand up and slipped it underneath the 
waistband of Sheila's panties. Immediately, she 
was rewarded with a gush of lubricant as her 
finger dipped between Sheila's pussy lips. Ginny's 
index finger slid inside Sheila's vagina causing 
the woman to gasp in pleasure. As Ginny pulled her 
finger out, she brought it and rubbed her  
clitoris. 

The rubbing, fingering and sucking sent Sheila 
over the edge and as Ginny's  index finger plunged 
back to her vagina, she came in a great gasp, her 
muscles pinching Ginny's finger firmly. Ginny kept 
her hand on the other girl's pussy until she came 
down from her orgasm, then she withdrew her finger 
and sat back on her heels. She was conscious of 
the warm wetness on her hand and she rubbed her 
fingers together, Sheila took Ginny's hand in hers 
and smiled up at the girl.

"That was wonderful, honey. Thanks," she said 
gratefully.

"I liked it, too," Ginny said.

After Sheila left, Ginny turned to Connor, a 
little embarrassed at what she  had done. He 
hugged her and she felt his desire press against 
her. As he went down on her, she pretended he was 
Sheila.

The End.