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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are
both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions
are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it
makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One
thing I do ask is that you now include your first
name and age in your comments. It gives me a
better idea who my audience is.
Just One Of The Guys
- An Alternate Version -
by Ann Douglas
(anndouglas@aol.com)
“How did I get myself into this?” Terry
Griffith asked herself for the hundred time that
evening. “I must’ve been out of my mind.”
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Not long ago, Terry Griffith had been the
belle of Edwina Pearl High School, nearing the
end of her senior year. She had it all, looks,
charm and a really great guy in the person of her
boyfriend, Kevin - a college freshman. To most of
her girlfriends, this would’ve been more than
enough. But the 18 year old had a dream -- the
dream of becoming a reporter.
With that in mind, the long haired brunette
had entered a writing contest sponsored by the
Sun Tribune. The prize -- a summer internship at
the paper. She’d poured everything she had into
her story, so it was shattering when she looked at
the two winning entries posted in the display case
for the Pearl Diver. Neither of them was hers.
“I’m not there.” she said unbelievingly to
her best friend, Denise.
“Why aren’t you there?” the attractive
blonde asked.
“Neil Perlow and Joseph Dreyer?” Terry
said as she read the names of the two boys who
had won.
Leaving Denise behind, Terry then had
gone to the office of Mr. Raymaker, the school
paper’s faculty adviser, to ask what was wrong
with her story. She thought she had her answer in
a comment she overheard another teacher making
as he walked in with Mr. Raymaker.
“Then I had Terry Griffith for fourth
period civics.” the teacher had said. “Did you see
what she’s wearing ... the legs do not stop. I say
we flunk her, keep her here another year. “
Mr. Raymaker had laughed at the
suggestion.
That little comment carried a lot more
weight than Raymaker’s statement that her article
was good, but just not outstanding. That and his
suggestion that she should have something to
fallback on if she couldn’t make it as a reporter.
“You’re a pretty girl, you could be a
model.” he had suggested.
Her mood hadn’t been improved later that
day when she was swimming with Kevin. She was
looking for sympathy and understanding, Kevin,
however, was more interesting in getting the
strings of her well filled bikini top open. He
agreed with Raymaker’s suggestion that she was
pretty enough to be a model.
“Besides, models make some pretty nice
bucks.” Kevin had added.
“You don’t think I could do it either?”
Terry had asked.
“Well no, that’s not exactly what I said ...
exactly.” he replied.
“Yeah, well it was close enough.” Terry
said, just before she asked the tall good looking
hunk to leave.
Kevin was a little reluctant to go, seeing
as Terry’s parents were away on a trip and she
and her younger brother, Buddy, had the house to
themselves. Of course the only part of the house
Kevin was interested was Terry’s bedroom. But
she was adamant and he finally left.
The final straw was when she walking into
Buddy’s bedroom and found every free space on
the wall had been covered with nude centerfolds.
Her brother was a 15 year old virgin, and as horny
as that combination could be.
“Your room ,is why my life is totally
screwed up.” Terry announced as she looked
around at the collection of exposed breasts and
other female assets. “You guys think beautiful
women are nothing but decorations -- total
airheads.”
Buddy’s feeble explanations that he also
loved these women for their minds fell on deaf
ears.
“I write an excellent article and just
because I’m cute, no one takes me seriously.”
Terry said.
“And somehow you find the courage to go
on living.” Buddy said sarcastically as he leafed
though another centerfold magazine. “You’ve got
guts!”
“Sometimes, I just wish I was a guy!”
Terry mused. “I bet if a guy had turned in that
same article it would be on the way to the Sun
Tribune right now.
At that moment, an idea was born.
The idea was both daring and insane.
Made possible only by the absence of their
parents. With her brother’s helpful hints and a
few layers of loose fitting clothing, Terry became
one of the guys. Of course her long beautiful
locks had to go, but the short boyish haircut was a
small price to pay for her dream. Forging her
parent’s signatures, she had transferred across
town to Sturgis-Wilder High School.
Of course there were also a few minor
problems - like which restroom to use. And
avoiding gym class where her nude presence in the
locker room couldn’t be explained. Yet with a
few awkward moments at the beginning, ‘his’
masquerade was succeeding. Then she became
involved with Rick and Sandy.
Terry had met Rick Moorehouse ‘his’ very
first day. Tall, dark haired and extremely good
looking, he was the type of guy Terry could
immediately fall for. Of course that was the Terry
who wore a dress and panties, not loose slacks
and fruit of the loom briefs.
Still they became friends, a somewhat
unique experience for Terry. It was strange to
talk to a guy who wasn’t trying to get into her
pants. She wished it could be more, but Rick only
had eyes for Debra Strobich. Even worse, Rick
had caught Terry sneaking looks at his cock. First
in the bathroom at school and then again one
afternoon he changed clothes in front of ‘him’.
He was convinced that Terry was gay.
Sandy, on the other hand, was proof that
she had succeeded in her masquerade. Also from
day one, the cute brunette had been hot for the
guy she described as a fox who dressed like Elvis
Costello and looked like the Karate Kid. She had
told her best friend that she was going to get him.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
All of this had brought Terry to ‘his’
current predicament. Sandy had cornered Terry
into going on a double date with Rick and her
cousin. It wasn’t until they’d met the two girls up
at “The Cave”, an actual cave cut into the side of
a hill which doubled as a popular make-out spot,
that Rick found out that Sandy’s cousin Jill was
only 13 years old.
They’d been sitting around a campfire for
almost an hour, talking and drinking a few beers.
Jill of course had to settle for cokes. Getting a
prearranged signal from Sandy, Jill suggested that
Rick take her for a walk, saying that she thought
Sandy and Terry needed their privacy.
“Hey wait, were are you going?” Terry
called out as Rick stood up and began to head for
the mouth of the cave. “Hey man, don’t leave me
now!”
Rick looked to Sandy who gave them a
playful wave good-bye. The smile on her face
told him that his friend was about to get lucky.
“You kids have fun, huh.” Rick grinned
as he picked up one of the lanterns they’d brought
along and Jill followed him out into the darkness.
“They left me.” Terry said with an alcohol
heightened sense of disappointment as ‘he’ rolled
over onto ‘his’ back.
“It’s okay, I’m still here.” Sandy said
reassuringly as she leaned over ‘him’. “Nice fire.”
she added as she snuggled up against her date.
“Sandy, this really ...” Terry implored as
Sandy shushed ‘him’ and told him not to talk and
started to plant kisses on ‘his’ cheeks.
“Sandy, this is a big mistake.” Terry
repeated as ‘he’ pushed away the arm she had
wrapped around ‘him’.
“Maybe, maybe not.” she replied pulling
herself right back. “Only one way to find out.”
she laughed as she tickled Terry across his
stomach, catching ‘him’ off guard.
“Sandy, Sandy really...” Terry called out
as ‘he’ tried to stop laughing.
Terry’s laughter turned to panic as ‘he’ felt
Sandy’s hand slide down ‘his’ pants. “Sandy, get
out of there.” ‘he’ cried out.
When her hand withdrew, she was holding
a pair of sweat socks that had been stuffed into
‘his’ underwear. Before Sandy could comment on
her discovery, Terry forced a laugh and said.
“There’s really a very a good explanation
for that.” ‘he’ laughed.
“I’m flattered.” Sandy beamed, cutting off
Terry in mid-laugh.
“You are?” Terry replied, somewhat
confused.
“But you don’t have to do this to impress
me.” Sandy added.
“I don’t?” Terry asked.
“No, I like you a lot.” Sandy continued.
“I think I’ll take one of those beers now.”
Terry said, trying to change what had long since
gone beyond just an awkward situation.
“It’s okay.” Sandy smiled as she handed
‘him’ another beer. “I mean, how small can it
be?”
Terry chuckled as ‘he’ popped open the
beer and said. “Don’t ask.”
“Then I’ll just have to find out for myself.”
Sandy quipped as Terry brought the can of beer to
‘his’ lips and took a long drink.
Before Terry could react to what Sandy
had said, the long haired brunette had again
slipped her hand down into ‘his’ pants, causing
Terry to jerk back and drop the beer.
“Oh shit!” Sandy cried out in a mixture of
shock and confusion as her hand slid past a small
mound of pubic hair and closed on what she
expected to be a cock and balls. After a brief
moment of confusion, she realized what she had
grabbed.
“Sandy, I can explain!” Terry called out as
‘he’ backed away.
“Explain?” Sandy repeated, a look on her
face that was a mixture of both confusion and
anger.
“Just give me a moment.” Terry pleaded.
“I promise you, I can explain everything.”
Sandy listened in fascination as Terry told
her tale, noting that ‘his’ voice was now higher.
She had to suppress a giggle as Terry told her
about having to adjust to using the boys
bathroom. Also about Rick’s conclusion that
Terry was gay because he caught ‘him’ again
staring at his cock that afternoon when he
changed clothes.
“That’s were I would’ve lost it.” Sandy
commented. “I wouldn’t have cared if Rick
thought I was gay or not. I wouldn’t been on that
cock in a minute if it’s as big as you say.”
Terry smiled. That idea had crossed her
mind that afternoon as well.
“So you understand?” Terry finally
concluded.
“I guess so.” Sandy said as she looked at
Terry in a new light. She now saw ‘him’ as ‘her’.
“I guess we’d better find Rick and Jill and
head home. Terry said as she looked around for
her stuff.
“Oh, they already went home.” Sandy
said. “I told Jill to have Rick take her home early
so we could be alone. That’s why I made sure we
came with two cars.”
Terry smiled, that was exactly the type of
stunt she would’ve pulled.
“We should get going too then.” Terry
said.
Sandy seemed to have a far off look in her
eyes for a moment, then a wide, mischievous smile
on her face.
“But aren’t you forgetting something?”
she asked Terry.
“What?” Terry questioned in return.
“You wanted to find out what it was like
to be a guy, right?” Sandy asked.
“Yes, but...?”
“Then why don’t you find out?” Sandy
grinned.
Before Terry could react, Sandy was again
on top of her, this time her lips pressing against
Terry’s own. The cherry taste of Sandy’s lipstick
brought a strange sensation, coupled as it was by
the unaccustomed softness behind it.
Terry opened her mouth to say something,
only to find her words cut off by the entry of
Sandy’s tongue into her mouth. A sense of
excitement filled her as their tongues made
contact.
The memory of a night back when she
and Denise were 14 filled her thoughts. They had
experimented with kissing in anticipation of their
first real dates. Back then, Terry remembered, she
had been filled with much the same sense of
inappropriate arousal.
“Nice, huh?” Sandy grinned as she finally
broke the kiss.
“Yes.” Terry replied. “It was nice.”
“Do you want to be a guy for a little
longer?” Sandy asked.
“I think so.” came Terry’s reply.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Sandy
cheerfully remarked.
Shadow lovers generated by the campfire
danced on the cave walls as Terry and Sandy
began to making out like the teenagers there were.
Every time Terry felt Sandy’s tongue slip through
her lips, her heart skipped a beat. She’d never
been this excited with Kevin or any other boy
she’d dated.
“Well if I’m going to be a guy, I guess I
should act like one.” Terry thought.
Continuing to share kisses with the longer
haired brunette, Terry slid her hand up under the
sweater Sandy was wearing and squeezed her
breast. A soft moan of enjoyment from Sandy
gave her encouragement to go further.
Sandy’s breasts were bigger than her own
and felt much softer when she squeezed them.
Carefully, Terry moved her hand beneath the shirt
Sandy wore to again cup her breast, this time
feeling skin against skin.
“Oh, that is even nicer.” Sandy moaned.
A smiling Terry couldn’t help but agree.
She remembered the first time a boy had slid his
hand under her blouse and how pleasing it had
felt. Right now she understood some of what he
had experienced.
“Why don’t I make myself a little more
comfortable.” Sandy said as she backed up from
Terry.
Terry watched in erotic fascination as
Sandy undid the clasp of her black cardigan and
let it slide down her arms. Next came the simple
white T-shirt. Even before Sandy pulled it up and
over her head, it was obvious that she hadn’t wore
a bra.
In the course of her young life, Terry
must’ve seen a hundred naked girls. What with
gym classes, locker rooms, showers and the
changing rooms of three malls she frequented.
Normally she never gave their nudity a second
thought. But at this moment, she felt the same
kind of voyeuristic expectancy that her little
brother always exhibited when he managed to get
a copy of Playboy or Penthouse.
“Ta Da!” Sandy called out triumphantly as
she pulled her shirt over her head and her large
breasts bounced free.
For the first time in her life, Terry looked
at another girl’s breasts with a feeling of envy.
Sandy had to be twice her size and had the largest,
thickest nipples she had ever seen. They were
already erect and stuck out at least a quarter inch.
A thought that a few months ago would’ve
seemed unthinkable flashed though Terry’s mind.
“I wonder what it would feel like to suck
on them.”
She didn’t have long to ponder that
thought as Sandy pressed up against her and
guided Terry’s hands to each of her now naked
breasts. Terry rubbed her thumbs against each
nipple, bringing another sigh of satisfaction from
Sandy. She squeezed and rubbed both breasts
together and marveled at how nice it felt just to
hold them in her hands.
“Suck them.” Sandy whispered into her
ear. “You know you want to.”
Without thinking about it another moment,
Terry leaned down and kissed each of Sandy’s
mammary delights a few inches above the aureola.
Continuing to plant her lips on the soft, warm
flesh, she moved slowly downward, alternating
between each breast.
Reaching the inviting nipple, Terry ran her
tongue across it, hoping that Sandy enjoyed the
sensation as much as she herself did. The soft
moans that filled her ears told her that she did.
Sliding one nipple into her mouth, Terry
began to suck eagerly. The act sent such a rush
through her body. Around and around she twirled
her tongue against the hard nipple. She would pull
the soft flesh of Sandy’s breast as far into her
mouth as she could, then release it and start over.
Terry was in no hurry, she wanted to enjoy
the experience and have Sandy enjoy it as well.
That had always been one of her chief complains
with Kevin’s lovemaking. She was lucky if she
got five minutes of foreplay before he was trying
to stick his cock into her mouth or pussy. Not
that it wasn’t a nice cock, and she did enjoyed
having it in both cavities, but it would be nice to
spend a little more time playing.
And play she did. Her motions became
more aggressive with each passing moment until
she was squeezing and sucking Sandy’s mounds
like a lust filled ... boy.
“Oh God, yes!” Sandy panted as she ran
her fingers through Terry’s short brown locks and
pulled her mouth even harder against her tits.
“Suck them, suck them harder!”
Eager to comply, Terry redoubled her
efforts, covering every inch of exposed flesh with
her lips. She remembered overhearing a few of
the guys at school commenting what nice tits
Sandy had and how they’d like to get their hands
on them. Well they hadn’t and she had, and she
had to agree -- they really were great tits.
Sandy finally, reluctantly withdrew her
breasts from Terry’s eager mouth and stood up.
Undoing her white skirt, she pulled it free to
expose a pair of white lace panties. She slid her
index finger beneath the waistband and rubbed it
against her clit.
“I’m so fucking wet!” she said as she
arched her head backward and enjoyed her own
touch. “My pussy is so hot!”
Surprisingly, Terry found Sandy’s
language only added to her own stimulation.
Perhaps because she knew that if she reached
down into her own pants, her own pussy would be
just as hot and wet.
“I want you to kiss me.” Sandy said as she
withdrew her finger and placed it in the center of
her lace covered mound. “Kiss me right here.”
she indicated.
On all fours, Terry crawled over to Sandy
and pressed her lips against the spot she had
indicated.
"Oh yes....Sandy said as she reached down
and guided Terry's head. "Right there."
The wetness and scent of Sandy’s cunt
made Terry a little giddy. She’s never been this
close to another woman’s sex. It was a taboo
more forbidden than any of those she had broken
in the last few hours. Even so, it only caused her a
momentary hesitation.
She reached out and pulled aside the thin
material. Parting the wet lips beneath with her
fingers, Terry moved her tongue between them,
driving it deep inside. She closed her eyes
as she savored the taste of another woman. A
taste she had never known until this moment.
"Oh yes, Terry.” Sandy said as her body
jumped at the touch. "Lick my pussy, I want you
so bad.”
Terry’s first attempts at cunnilingus were
awkward, even a little rough. Still they were
better than her first lover had ever been for her.
"Take your time," Sandy whispered
almost breathlessly. "Just lick it softly, it'll come
to you."
Sure enough, after a few minutes, Terry
began to develop a rhythm of her own, sending
little sparks into the walls of Sandy’s love canal.
The effect was so pleasing it made Sandy wonder
if her virgin lover had some prior experience.
Her hands planted firmly against the back
of Terry’s head, Sandy helped guide the now
sitting girl to her most sensitive spots. Having
another girl lick her had been one of her most
secret passions, ever since her cousin had
introduced her to lesbian love one night when they
were both 16. Her opportunities since then had
been both rare and far in-between, but each had
been a experience to cherish.
Not that she didn’t love guys as well. Her
virginity had been lost a month before that first
lesbian encounter. If Terry had indeed been a boy,
she wouldn’t have had the slightest hesitation
about both sucking his cock and then spreading
her legs for ‘him’. She’d meant it when she’d said
that she really liked him. That Terry had been
hiding a secret of ‘his’ own was an added bonus.
The fragrant aroma of raw womanhood
now flooded Terry’s nostrils as she pushed in
further with her tongue and licked Sandy’s candy
walls. Like a skilled artist, she began to explore
every aspect of her prize.
Sandy leaned back, eyes closed and drifted
among the waves of delight that flooded her body.
It was as wonderful a sensation as she had ever
known. Her pussy throbbed with excitement as
Terry's tongue drew more and more sweet nectar.
The waves of pleasure Sandy felt cresting
against the shoals of her love tunnel suddenly
doubled, causing her to moan once more. The
harder Terry moved her tongue, the faster the
waves repeated.
"Harder!" Sandy shouted, gyrating
against Terry’s face. "Harder, ... I’m going to
come!”
Faster and faster the waves washed over
her, each bringing her closer to an orgasmic
detonation. Tears swelled in her eyes and ran
down her cheeks as she fought to delay that
eruption - wanting to savor every second.
Feeling Sandy’s body tense in a familiar
harbinger of orgasmic fury, Terry buried her face
between her lover’s tighs and pressed her open
hands hard against her ass cheeks. Brief seconds
later, Sandy exploded both within and without.
The scream that Sandy let out as the
rapture overtook her split the night and could be
heard in the woods beyond the mouth of the
cave. It was one of the reasons she loved
coming up with a guy. Screwing in the back of a
car down by the lake was no place you could let
loose. Her body shook for an eternity as she
took in every aspect of her bliss.
Sandy's body quaked with two final
spasms until it could give no more. It had been a
most delightful experience and she immediately
knew it would be a new benchmark that she
would measure all future encounters against.
Terry was still at her feet, her head resting
against Sandy’s now cum saturated pussy. A
significant amount of which was smeared against
the cheeks of the prostrated girl. She ran her
tongue against that moist mound one last time, a
broad smile on her face.
Dropping down alongside Terry, Sandy
gave her a long penetrating kiss. The taste of her
own climax filled her mouth, sending a renewed
surge of satisfaction within her. Experimenting
with her tongue, she again explored the wetness
of Terry's mouth.
“Nice?” she simply asked Terry.
“Nice.” Terry replied, still beaming.
The two girls just sat there by the fire, the
reflections of the flames illuminating Sandy’s
naked form.
“I think it’s time you turned back into a
girl.” Sandy said, breaking the stillness.
For a moment, Terry looked confused.
Then she felt Sandy undo the buttons of the black
and white plaid shirt she was wearing and slide her
hand inside. An act which brought the brightest
of smiles to Terry’s face.
In less time that it took to think about it,
Sandy had helped Terry out of both the old army
fatigue jacket she was wearing and the flannel
shirt beneath it. All that was left was the T-shirt
and the ace bandage she wore beneath it to
conceal her rounded mounds.
“Oh, this simply won’t do.” Sandy said as
she began to unravel the bandage.
Sandy leaned over and kissed each of
Terry’s small breasts, giving both of them a quick,
playful lick. Enthusiastically, Sandy orally
caressed each breast in turn, running her tongue in
spirals around each nipple. Again and again she
stopped to kiss the pinkness of each, sucking and
gently nibbling at it for endless moments.
“Oh yes.” Terry gasped as she enjoyed the
feel of Sandy’s mouth on her breasts. “You do
that so well.” she added.
She truly meant it. As much as Kevin
wanted to play with her firm round globes, he was
always in a rush. Unfortunately, Kevin, as with
many young men, equaled aggression with
passion.
There was a certain aggression in Sandy’s
approach to lovemaking as well, but it was
tempered by a gentle softness as well. Even as
she kissed Terry’s breasts, her nimble fingers
undid the belt buckle of her black jeans. A gentle
tug opened the pants and down Terry’s legs they
went.
The crisp white pair of fruit of the loops
followed and Terry’s carefully trimmed bush was
exposed to the night air. Sandy ran her fingers
across the short hairs for a moment and liked the
feel of it. She’d have to consider cutting her own
thick fur.
“Lay back.” she said as she eased Terry
down on the blanket they had laid out earlier to sit
on. The pile of discarded clothing served as a nice
pillow.
Sandy really didn’t have that much
experience in lesbian lovemaking, having had a
total of three encounters prior to this, but she had
a good idea what another girl liked. She ran her
hand up and down Terry’s now nude body, taking
pleasure is the warm softness of it.
Terry had, she noted, a beautiful body.
Slender and athletic, the girl was at the same time
feminine and rounded in all the right places. Her
breasts were much smaller than Sandy’s but round
and full. They didn’t need to be large to be
incredibly beautiful. As it was, Sandy was amazed
that anyone could’ve taken her as a boy. Then she
reminded herself that she was one of those who
had.
One hand brushed against her bright pink
nipples, now hard to the touch, while the other
traced a line along the opening of her pussy,
finding the same hardness in her clit.
Carefully she spread out Terry’s legs to
give her full access to her prize. Gracefully she
stroked the soft thighs, feeling the excited heat of
the flesh. Her thumb slid between the folds of
Terry’s pussy, sending a sharp erotic spark
through her body.
"Does that feel good?" she asked in a low,
voice.
"Y...y...yes," Terry purred.
Sandy continued to run up and down,
replacing her thumb with three of her fingers,
sliding them deep inside of her. Faster and faster,
in and out her fingers moved, causing the prone
girl to slowly writhe in delight.
“Oh yes, faster ... faster.” Terry moaned.
“Fuck me with your fingers.”
“I have something better in mind.” Sandy
laughed a she withdrew her fingers.
She paused for a moment and ran her
loving tongue along the length of her fingers,
savoring the ambrosia that covered them. It was
just an appetizer for what was to come.
If Sandy’s fingers had been the spark, the
tongue that replaced them was like a blowtorch.
Harder and faster it worked it’s way into every
inch of Terry’s cunt. Her grip on Terry’s legs
tightened as her head wagged from side to side,
drawing herself deeper into her new love.
Earlier Sandy has noted how much she
loved having another woman lick her pussy. That
delight paled to nothing against the one she felt
when it was her tongue buried in another woman.
It was like the feeling of erotic control she got
when she sucked a cock - only magnified a
dozenfold.
Finally the pressure against her clit was
too much to bear as Terry’s body launched into an
orgasmic seizure. Every extremity shook of it’s
own accord as her heart raced and breaths came in
short measured gasps. Coherent speech was now
impossible as all she could manage were grunts of
satisfaction.
Through it all, Sandy kept her face pressed
tight against Terry’s exploding pussy. Her very
enthusiastic mouth and even more eager tongue
filling with the nectar of the goddess.
By the time it was all over and Sandy
rolled out from between Terry’s legs, her cheeks
were covered with the sticky residue of her
efforts. She pulled herself up alongside Terry and
kissed her deeply, their darting tongues again
intertwining. Each could taste the climax of the
other on her lips, a sensation that would stay with
them for a long, long time.
“So now you know what it’s like to be one
of the guys.” Sandy laughed as she broke the kiss.
“Yeah, that me.” Terry grinned. “Just one
of the guys!” she added as she hugged Sandy
again.
The comforting fire beside then would be
long cold before they broke that embrace.
END
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