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Man with the Magic Machine (MF, FF, mc)
by Johnny D. (JohnnyD@cryogen.com)
Jul 1997 

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"Don't stop now!"

Jenny was right on the edge of an orgasm, and any moment now the mini-
strations of her best friend's mouth would send her right over that edge.
Carol was getting steadily more turned on, too, her juices soaking her
panties as she flicked at Jenny's clit, her hands kneading the cheeks
of her ass.

And then Jenny just plain couldn't take any more.  Her orgasm was like a
breaking wave; slow, almost teasing at first but them fast and spectacular,
leaving her breathless and drained.

Carol lifted her head from her friend's crotch and swivelled round, her face
smeared with girl-juice.  She lay her head against her friend's breast and
sighed contentedly.

But contentment faded and was replaced with concern, with worry, with fear.
"Jenny, why did we do that?" asked Carol.

"I...I don't know.  It just ... happened." she replied.  And it was true.
For all being students neither of the two girls had ever had any lesbien
tendancies before, and their relationship had just been that of two close
friends.  But when Carol had knocked on Jenny's door, forcing the other girl
to leave her bath to answer it, it had seemed so natural to start kissing and
feeling each other.  It had been a struggle to make it to the bedroom.  Carol
glanced over to where Jenny's discarded robe lay on the floor and for the
first time realised the disparity of their states of dress; whilst Jenny was
totally and utterly naked, Carol was still fully clothed.

"Let's... Is it OK if we just pretend that this never happened?" asked Jenny,
nervousness obvious in her voice.

"OK." agreed Carol, relieved.

Pause.  "Then could you go and let me get dressed?"


When her friend had left her, Jenny randomly pulled clothes out of a drawer
and started to dress : panties, bra, jeans, t-shirt, shoes.  They didn't
match but her mind wasn't on it as her conciousness pondered one very
important question : Am I a lesbian?  Am I a lesbian?  Am I a lesbian?
Am I...

She heard the door slam as Carol left.  Her best friend.  Gone.  Forever?
How could they ever be friends again?  How could she have done it?  How
could she have thrown away three years of friendship?  How ... could ...
she ... have ...  done ... it ... ?  She flopped onto the bed and sobbed
with the horror of it.

The wardrobe door opened.  There was a man standing in the wardrobe.  Jenny
recognised him.

She recognised him.

recognised him.

him.

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