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Chris Comes Around
by Anythingatoll (address withheld)

***

Two female roomates indoctrinate a third into their 
horny games. (FFF, 1st-lesbian-expr, alcohol, toys)

***

It Was A Night To Remember... 

Before I begin, let me introduce the main participants 
in this occurrence. First, of course, there is Sari, 19 
years old and my girlfriend at the time that these 
events transpired. Sari was outgoing and very 
intelligent. She had a dazzling smile and lively, dark 
brown eyes, almost as dark as her black hair. She was 
5'2", probably around 115 pounds... not fat or heavy, 
but certainly not thin. Her Indian and Scottish 
ancestry gave her skin a warm, mellow, medium brown 
sheen. Most noticeably, Sari was abundantly blessed 
with large breasts at an early age, and was forever 
shopping stores for that "perfect" 34DD bra.

Julie had been Sari's friend since the time they 
attended second grade together. If anything, Julie was 
more outgoing than Sari, always doing something or 
going somewhere. Though not nearly as intelligent as 
Sari, she studied hard in high school to keep up. The 
two of them used to laugh about how physically, Julie 
was the "negative image" of Sari... 5'2" and roughly 
the same weight, but with very fine, whitish blonde 
hair ("all over," I was lead to believe by Sari), and 
porcelain white skin that was never tanned. Julie had 
the firmest C cup breasts I ever saw, and she went 
braless most of the time, unless modesty or the 
formality of the event dictated otherwise.

Chris was the third member of the evening's party. 
Chris ran track with Julie in high school, and so had 
known the other two for just a few years. Chris was 
very different from either Sari or Julie... 5'10", with 
dirty blonde hair and freckles, and square-shouldered. 
She was, however, also very attractive, and objectively 
speaking, was probably the most attractive of the 
three, although none of the three were very hard on the 
eyes. 

Chris had to work hard to keep her weight down, and she 
did, working out every day without fail, and the 
results were fairly impressive... well-toned legs, a 
taut tummy, and an ass that meant business. Chris was 
much more reserved than Sari and Julie, and her 
personality, coupled with some impressively high 
cheekbones, made them consider her to be very haughty, 
or aloof. I never took her that way, but rather, 
thought that she hung back out of shyness or a lack of 
confidence. It was clear to me that Chris felt that she 
never fit in with the other two, but she very much 
wanted to. Which, in a way, is a great explanation for 
the evening's events... 

The three girls had rented an apartment on the near 
north side of Chicago for a year. Sari had been "asked" 
by her college to take a year off to get her head 
together and was working in a mindless job at a 
brokerage, Julie had no intention of going to college 
so was waiting tables, and Chris had taken a year off 
from college to earn money after her father passed 
away. The apartment was a "one bedroom with loft." The 
loft sat on top of the bedroom, the bathroom, and a 
portion of the living room, and looked out over the 
dining/kitchen area. The loft had a 5'6" high ceiling 
over it, so the shorter Sari and Julie shared the loft 
as their bedroom, with Chris taking the one small 
bedroom.

On the evening in question, Sari had been the first to 
arrive home, around 5:30. It had been a typical Chicago 
spring Thursday... beautiful, with everyone out 
walking, jogging, roller blading, etc. But, as she 
admitted later, Sari wasn't worried about any of that. 
She was horny. Very, very horny. She had spent most of 
the afternoon reviewing files with "Mark from 
Accounting," her most recent crush. 

She had put on her sexiest "respectable" outfit that 
morning with him in mind... with a few buttons undone 
on her indigo blouse, a trim black skirt that hit three 
inches above her shapely knee, and black pumps. With 
her hair pulled back, she was the image of 
sophistication, with a smoldering sexuality that was 
hard for anyone to miss. It was apparent to Sari that 
her attire had its desired effect, as on several 
occasions she caught Mark with his mind (and eyes) 
clearly on something other than files. 

"God, he's hot," she thought, as she entered the 
apartment. "Hello" she called out. Not getting any 
response, a mischievous smile crossed her lips. "Good, 
time to play before anyone gets home," she thought. 
Rather than heading directly to her futon in the loft, 
she entered Chris' bedroom to retrieve something. It 
seems that when the girls moved in, the former tenant 
had left a variety of items, including steak knives, a 
toaster, and porn. Now, most of the porn was vulgar 
magazines, and the girls had a good laugh as they were 
throwing them out. However, one item had not been 
tossed. The girls had found a short book of erotica, 
entitled "Jenny Comes Around." 

In the first chapter, Jenny was introduced as a 
virginal 16 year old, worried about whether her prom 
date would be her first kiss. During the course of the 
book, Jenny was transformed into a rampaging nympho, 
ultimately doing the postman, several relatives, and, 
yes, her prom date. But Sari's interest in the book 
(and the reason she had stowed it with Chris' large 
book collection to shield it from destruction) was 
Chapter 3, in which Jenny first experiences the 
pleasures of her girlfriend, Claire. Chapter 3 read 
like it was written by a different author, 
demonstrating a caring, shy eroticism from a female 
perspective that was all too painfully lacking in the 
blunt prose of the other chapters.

Sari quickly hiked up the metal, spiral stairs to the 
loft, book in hand. She tossed the book on her unmade 
futon and began to unbutton her blouse. "God, I need to 
get off so badly," she thought, as she tugged her 
shirttails out and let her blouse fall to the floor. 
The skirt was next, easily shed because of its side 
zipper. She then reached behind herself and undid her 
bra clasps, shrugging it to the floor, with her large 
brown nipples slowly becoming erect in the cold, air-
conditioned loft. Now clad only in panties (she hated 
hose, and with her dark skin, rarely needed them 
anyway), she climbed onto the futon, turned on her 
reading light, and quickly turned to Chapter 3.

Lying on her back, and holding the book in her left 
hand, she let the fingertips of her right hand slowly 
drift over the center of her ribcage, being careful not 
to touch anything too sensitive. Sari has always taken 
a long time to "warm up" (although once she got there, 
it was a long time before she calmed down, too), and 
she usually preferred to have some visual stimulation 
instead of her own imagination. Even with the mood she 
was in, she would need at least ten minutes of self-
executed foreplay before she was truly ready to get 
herself off. 

As the story of Jenny and Claire's now-familiar after-
school romp unfolded, Sari was reminded, as she usually 
was, of the summer night two year's previous, when she 
and Julie had first taken the plunge. She remembered 
that she was in a similar mood then as now, and with 
Julie always up for adventure (and a few misplaced 
cocktails from her dad's bar), the girls had spent 
several uninterrupted hours exploring one another's 
bodies. Subsequent to that evening, if the mood was 
right, they would be at it again. They were not in 
anything like a "relationship"; they simply would get 
one another off if the mood was right.

Sari's daydream was interrupted by her favorite passage 
in the book, where Jenny talked Claire into taking off 
her shirt and bra, and Jenny slowly stroked Claire's 
nipples. Sari found Claire's reluctance to be 
incredibly hot. The way Claire's curiosity overcame her 
doubts, eventually giving in to her body's urges... 
fantastic. 

Mimicking the book, Sari's fingers stroked her own 
nipples, teasing them to their full length. Her hips 
involuntarily began to gyrate. She was very much 
enjoying herself! As Jenny talked Claire into removing 
all of her clothing, Sari removed her panties and 
spread her legs. With her fingers drifting over her 
thighs, Sari read how Jenny, without removing her gaze 
from Claire's, knelt in front of Claire and began to 
lick her way up her best friend's thighs. Claire could 
probably feel Jenny's hot breath as she parted Claire's 
legs further and drove her tongue into Claire's... 

Not being able to take much more, Sari tossed the book 
aside and slid one trembling finger over her wet pussy. 
She let out a low groan, retraced her finger's path, 
then picked up the pace. As her finger played with her 
aroused clit, Sari again pictured Mark, imagining that 
she had found a way to corner him in a dark supply 
closet. She imagined how she would fall to her knees, 
remove his pants and jockey's, then take his throbbing 
cock between her wet lips. Oh how she longed to suck 
his cock! 

While she would dig her fingers into his muscled ass, 
he would drive his hot cock deep into her mouth, 
leaving her with no doubt that he intended to shoot his 
whole load, right there, right then, into her hot, wet, 
waiting mouth. With her orgasm nearly on her, she 
imagined Mark picking her up and placing her on the 
work table. Standing next to the table, he might first 
tease her by telling her to beg for it while slapping 
his thick cock on her pussy. And beg for it should 
would, pleading with him to give her the cock she had 
fantasized about many times.

Just as she pictured his cock entering her, her orgasm 
hit, rocking her body with waves of pleasure. Her back 
arched and her huge tits trembled as the force shook 
her body. A loud groan escaped her as the sensation 
subsided, and she tried to catch her breath. "That was 
awesome," she thought, "but only the first of what I 
need this evening."

She lay on her futon a while longer, drifting in and 
out of sleep and generally thinking no great thoughts, 
when a key turning in the front door brought her to 
full attention. "Hello?" called out a woman's voice. 
"Chris," thought Sari. Sari was not worried about Chris 
"catching her" at her activity, because Chris almost 
never came up to the loft. "How was your day," Sari 
called out, not particularly concerned with the answer. 

"Oh, Christ, it sucked," said Chris. The sound of her 
heels on the wood floor indicated that she was heading 
to the kitchen. On hands and knees, Sari crawled to the 
two-foot wall separating the edge of the loft from the 
area below. 

"Oh yeah? What happened," she asked. 

"Well, first of all..." began Chris, but Sari, who had 
propped her head on the ledge (so that Chris could only 
see her face) wasn't really listening. Instead, she was 
very much distracted by Chris' shapely calf as she 
strained to reach something on the top shelf of the 
kitchen cabinet. 

"Wow, she has been working out," thought Sari. Next, 
her eyes were drawn to Chris' large breasts, which 
pressed firmly against her blouse as she finally 
reached the pasta. "... you know?" asked Chris, waiting 
for some response from her roommate, who had been 
silent during the entire two minute history of her day. 

"Uh, yeah, sure," said Sari, glad that she wasn't asked 
for a summary of what Chris just said." 

"So, anyway, I told her..." Chris went on. But Sari 
went on sizing up Chris' physique, noticing the way 
that her skirt clung suggestively to her ass, and the 
way her heels gave her posture a seductive tilt.

Sari was sure that she had never, ever, had a sexual 
thought about Chris... in her whole life, or at least, 
for the three years she had known Chris. For god's 
sake, she had seen Chris totally nude lots of times in 
the shower, and had never once had this reaction. 
Something about her outfit, or something about her 
conditioning, or maybe just something about Sari's 
horny state was giving Sari some very new, very nasty 
thoughts.

"So, are you going out tonight," Sari asked. "Yeah, a 
bunch of people from work are going out to talk about 
the shit that happened today," responded Chris. "I just 
stopped in for dinner." As Chris stirred dinner, Sari's 
thoughts refused to subside. She was mesmerized as 
Chris prepared her meal, watching as the pearls between 
Chris' tits shook as she drizzled olive oil into the 
boiling water. 

"You going out?" 

"Nah," answered Sari, "I'm just hanging around here." 
As Chris bent over to look for something in a cabinet, 
a very dirty idea occurred to Sari. Slowly, she lowered 
her hand to her exposed pussy, and began to stroke 
herself. The views of the last five minutes had her 
very wet! 

Now, she had masturbated in front of other people 
before, both men and women, but she had never gotten 
off while looking at someone who had no idea what was 
going on. That, of course, was what she was doing right 
now. The kinkiness of the whole thing was a big turn-
on, and Sari had to be careful not to let her breathing 
give her away. Skillfully, she worked in a few well 
rehearsed "uh-huh's" as Chris continued to recite the 
day's exploits.

"If only she knew!" thought Sari. She began to remember 
back to a time, maybe four months previously, when she 
had gone in to awaken Chris on a snowy morning, only to 
find the covers pulled back, and Chris' large breasts 
fully exposed in the morning light. 

At the time, she thought nothing of it, but now, the 
image was locked in her head, fueling her activities. 
"Chris has those broad, pink nipples," thought Sari, as 
the image refreshed in her head, and the pace of her 
finger quickened. "I'll bet they would be great to suck 
on..."

"Aw, shit," called out Chris from below. "If I eat in 
this blouse, I might get sauce all over it and ruin 
it." Chris turned to face the loft (to avoid the 
windows) and began to unbutton her shirt. "God, its too 
good to be true," thought Sari, as Chris unbuttoned her 
shirt and carefully removed it, hanging it on the back 
of a chair. She stood in the kitchen, in her bra, skirt 
and heels, reading the day's mail. 

"Nice bra," called out Sari, admiring Chris' light 
lavender, D cup bra. 

"This old thing?" asked Chris, as she held out the 
straps to show it better (thereby exposing more of her 
gorgeous, firm tits), "you've seen it hanging in the 
bathroom before." 

"Yeah, but it looks good on you," said Sari, fearing 
just as she said it that she had said too much. 
Scrunching up her face a bit and shooting Sari a 
puzzled, frowning look, Chris said "thanks, I think," 
and went back to finish making her dinner.

Fearing that any more conversation would give away 
either her thoughts or her actions, Sari laid back 
down, flat on the floor of the loft, and set about to 
finish the task at hand, while Chris began to eat her 
dinner. The images she had just seen aroused her 
greatly, and put into her mind all kinds of wicked 
thoughts. 

Unfortunately, Chris had never displayed any indication 
that she might have any interest in the whole "girl on 
girl" thing. On the few occasions when she had 
accidentally interrupted Sari and Julie while they were 
having sex with one another in the loft, she would 
dismiss them with an "oh, god, you guys, knock it off" 
and lock herself into her bedroom. A tough façade, but 
damn, if Sari could only crack it... 

Sari's breathing became more labored as she continued 
to finger her wet pussy, the second orgasm of the 
evening approaching while her roommate ate dinner, 
obliviously, only feet away. Chris continued to try to 
establish a conversation and ask occasional questions, 
and Sari did her best to answer them without arousing 
suspicion. 

Finally, just as she was imagining Chris, seated on the 
bathroom sink, with Sari kneeling in front of her and 
licking her hot pussy, her second orgasm hit. She made 
every effort not to make a sound, but a bit of a 
"glfph" escaped her mouth. "You all right," asked 
Chris. "Uh, yeah, just reading something," called back 
Sari, as she caught her breath. God, that was hot!

Sari crawled back to her futon as Chris finished her 
meal, redressed, and prepared to go out for the 
evening. The girls exchanged some good-byes as Chris 
left the apartment. "What just happened," Sari asked 
herself, as she was alone with her thoughts. She had 
just sexualized someone whom she had never thought of 
as sexual before. Chris' apparent repulsion at girl-
girl relations had previously been a huge turn-off; an 
indication that Chris' uppity attitude extended to all 
of life's pleasures. 

Now, however, it seemed more like an alluring 
challenge. Had Sari's own horny state made her misread 
Chris' disposition? Or, had Chris sent mixed signals, 
seeming to luxuriate in the fact that she was stripping 
in front of her roommate? The thought of what would 
have happened if Chris found out that Sari was 
masturbating while talking to her sent shivers up 
Sari's spine. How awkward would that be? Unless Chris 
was expanding her horizons... 

Just as that happy thought entered her mind, she heard 
another key in the door. "Hello," called out another 
female voice. It was Julie, her other roommate, 
returning from her waitress gig (and, from her delay in 
coming home and loud speech, likely also after a few 
drinks). "Hey, what's up," said Sari, covering her 
still-naked body with a sheet. "Nothing," replied 
Julie, "just out for a few cocktails with the guys from 
work. God, that Jeff is hot. And he was sitting right 
across from me." Sari could hear Julie's heels on the 
metal steps as she climbed up into the loft. "But, as 
usual, he wanted to go over to his girlfriend's house. 
That bitch. He doesn't know what he's missing." 

As Julie arrived at the landing of the loft and moved 
closed to Sari's futon, she noticed two things. First, 
Sari's large, brown nipples were very erect, easily 
visible through the two large peaks in the thin sheet. 
Second, the book "Jenny Comes Around" was lying where 
Sari had haphazardly tossed it, next to the futon. 
"Doing a little reading," asked Julie with a sly wink, 
looking at the book. 

Sari, having forgotten all about the book during her 
travails with Chris, looked over the edge of the futon 
and, spying the book, blushed heavily (or, at least as 
much as her medium brown skin would allow her to 
blush). "So, let me guess," Julie teased, as she began 
to unbutton her blouse, "were you reading about how 
Jenny sucked off the milkman?" 

"No," said Sari, in a timid, slightly embarrassed 
voice. 

"Well then, was it the chapter where she takes on the 
football team," asked Julie, full well knowing the 
answer. 

Julie pulled her blouse off and let it casually fall to 
the floor, revealing a lacy black camisole that set off 
her milk-white skin to perfection. 

"Uh, no," replied Sari, wishing she had the power to 
look away from the sexy show being put on by her 
roommate. 

"Well then," continued Julie suggestively, as she 
tugged the camisole over her head, displaying her pert 
tits, "surely, being the good girl that you are, you 
wouldn't read that nasty chapter about the two horny 
girls getting each other off, would you?" 

"Well..." said Sari, not really knowing what to say, 
but knowing that her roommate's coy seduction had her 
to the point where she would do anything Julie wanted. 

"I see," said Julie, as she sat on the edge of Sari's 
futon, "and did that get you aroused?" While she said 
it, she slowly began to pull the sheet off of Sari's 
chest, letting the cotton gently stimulate Sari's erect 
nipples. 

"Mmmm-hmmmm," replied Sari breathily, enjoying both the 
feeling of the sheet on her skin and the anticipation 
of what was to come. 

"So, what did you do about that," asked the half-naked 
Julie, as she finished exposing Sari's large breasts. 

"I touched myself," came the reply. 

"Like this?" Julie asked, as her fingers lightly 
caressed Sari's nipples. 

"Yeessss..." Sari responded, closing her eyes and 
arching her back, basking in Julie's gentle, prodding 
touch. Over the previous two years, Julie had become 
well accustomed to Sari's need to be brought along 
slowly, and she was more than happy to oblige. 

"Where else did you touch yourself?" asked Julie.

"Down here," came the reply softly, as Sari began to 
slowly finger her pussy under the sheets. 

"Show me," commanded Julie. 

Silently, Sari pulled the sheet away, revealing her 
left hand between her legs, slowly massaging her very 
wet slit. "You look very wet. Tsk, tsk, what are we 
going to do about that" queried Julie, as she pushed 
Sari's fingers away and replaced them with her own. 

Slowly, methodically, she began to masturbate Sari. 
Sari responded as Julie knew she would: head thrown 
back, she ground her pussy into her friend's hand, 
straining to feel every sensation that Julie's finger 
could offer. After several minutes, Julie leaned down, 
softly kissed Sari's bent knee, and began to work her 
tongue down Sari's firm thigh. Sari accommodated her by 
spreading her legs wide, and Julie repositioned herself 
on the futon with her head directly between Sari's 
legs.

Just as Julie zeroed in on her wet slit, Sari looked 
down to see the face of her best friend, eyes closed, 
pink tongue extended, moving steadily toward her pussy. 
"Oh, man, she's hot," thought Sari, as Julie extended 
her tongue and give a quick flick. Both girls 
simultaneously let out a "ungh," and Julie exclaimed 

"Man, you are wet!" Julie spread Sari's pussy lips and 
rhythmically focused on Sari's exposed clit, feeling 
Sari's thigh muscles contract around her with each 
stroke. Functioning like one, the two girls continued 
on for several minutes just like that, with Sari's hip 
movements becoming more insistent, and Julie doing her 
best to hold tight to her friend's legs. 

As Sari drew closer to orgasm, Julie slowly slid two 
fingers into her, rotating them in a way that 
contrasted with the up-and-down movements of her 
tongue. Sari took one last look at the site of her 
friend eating her pussy before she groaned loudly and 
orgasmed.

As Sari caught her breath, Julie sat upright and said, 
"Well, now, I think you have some work to do yourself." 

"Nah," said Sari, playfully slapping her friend on the 
leg, "I'm not in the mood." 

"Like hell you're not!" exclaimed Julie, as she spread 
her own legs wide and elevated her hips, affording Sari 
an excellent view of her thin, near-white pubic hair 
and glistening pink pussy. 

"Now get down there and eat me good, or I'll use 'Mr. 
Wiggley' on you!" 

Mr. Wiggley was a fat 10" black rubber cock that Julie 
had received as a gift for her 17th birthday. Although 
meant as a gag gift, Julie had quickly found out that 
Mr. Wiggley was just what she needed to get herself 
off. Unfortunately, Sari was built a good deal smaller 
than Julie, and try as they might, Sari was never been 
able to get the rubber cock into herself. However, she 
very much enjoyed it when she watched Julie get herself 
off with it.

Smiling broadly at Julie's threat, Sari threw her dark 
hair over her shoulder and headed directly for Julie's 
pussy. Sari always felt a bit guilty about the 
relationship, as she usually took a long time to reach 
orgasm, while Julie generally would cum with less than 
two minutes of oral stimulation. Nonetheless, as long 
as they both got off, Sari figured there was no reason 
to complain. Besides, Julie seemed to genuinely enjoy 
eating pussy, and it seemed to arouse her in ways few 
others things could. 

Sari set directly about her task, starting with a long 
lick from the base of Julie's pussy up and over her 
clit. Julie too was quite well lubricated, and her 
scent quickly coated Sari's face. Unlike Sari, Julie 
was quite vocal during sex, and this evening was no 
exception. "Yeah, that's it, oh God yeah, do it, yeah, 
eat me, eat my pussy, suck my clit, yeah, God yeah, eat 
my cunt," urged Julie. 

Sari was reminded of the last visit of Julie's 
boyfriend, where both Sari and Chris (and, possibly, 
several neighbors) were treated to ten minutes of 
"Yeah, fuck that pussy, fuck it," and similar 
entreaties. On occasion, Julie's comments amused Sari, 
as they seemed to come directly from some B grade porn 
film. On other occasions, Sari found the explicit 
taunting to be quite erotic. In her current horny 
state, Julie's spicy language gave Sari additional 
encouragement to finish with a flourish.

"Yeah, eat it, eat my pussy, lick it, God you love 
eating pussy, don't you?" asked Julie as Sari continued 
to lick her clit. She had to admit, she did. 

Ever since she had first explored her bisexuality with 
Julie, Sari had found herself equally turned on by men 
and women. Clearly, the experience with both was 
different, and men (particularly men around her age) 
were usually more insistent, while women liked to, 
well, linger a little longer. But, each had a place in 
Sari's fantasies, and she was intent to fulfill as many 
of them as she could. 

Sari could tell that Julie was getting close now, and 
she pushed her tongue's motion into overdrive. Julie 
responded as Sari knew she would, becoming more verbal 
and arching her butt off of the futon. In a matter of 
moments, it was over, and Julie was left to collect her 
breath (and senses) while Sari repositioned the 
pillows, preparing to settle in for some mindless TV 
before bedtime.

Barely had the two girls settled onto the futon to 
relax when they heard a key being fumbled into their 
front door. "Way too early for Chris to be home," 
thought Sari, as whomever it was finally managed to get 
the key in the door and open it with a loud "thud" as 
it hit the door stop. "Hello?" called out Sari, a bit 
apprehensive about whom it might be. 

"Fuckin-A, those guys suck." It was Chris, apparently 
suffering from the effects of a few too many drinks. 

"What's going on?" asked Sari. 

"Those guys wanted to go karaoke, and they know I hate 
it, but they went anyway, so I just came home. God, I 
hate it when they cut me out like that." Chris slammed 
her keys down on the hallway table, and from the sound 
of her feet on the floor, was in the process of once 
again removing her evening's attire. 

"What are you guys up to?" asked Chris, somewhat 
rudely. 

Sari and Julie looked at one another, and Sari let out 
a loud snort. 

"Oh, God, you guys," called out Chris, with her usual 
measure of disdain. 

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you tried it," called out 
Sari, fully expecting to hear Chris slam her bedroom 
door and turn up the stereo to block out the sounds of 
her amorous roommates.

Instead, what she heard startled her. Rather than 
storming away, it sounded like Chris was coming up the 
circular metal stairs, to the loft. Julie (who always 
had an odd fear of Chris' judgments) scrambled to her 
futon and dove under the covers before Chris hit the 
top step. Walking over to Sari's futon, Chris (who, 
indeed, had shed her blouse, skirt and heels) said, 
"Well, maybe I'd like to, but you guys never invite 
me." 

"We never what?" asked Sari, with some disbelief. "You 
know, you never make me feel welcome, you never want me 
to be part of your fun. You guys sit up here and do 
your stuff, and exclude me, and yeah, it hurts." Sari 
noted that it looked like Chris had been crying.

"Well, you never showed any interest, so we figured 
that you didn't want to, you know, want to..." 

"Yeah, well, maybe you figured wrong. At least, it 
would be nice to feel like I belonged," answered Chris, 
with a sniffle as she placed her hands on her hips. 
Sari again noted how striking Chris' figure had become 
with her exercise. The light lavender panties (a 
matched set with the bra, of course) gently hugged the 
curve of her ass, and with one leg stuck out in front 
of the other, she looked both vulnerable and highly 
sexual.

"OK, well, come here," said Sari, somewhat awkwardly, 
sitting on the side of the futon and patting a spot 
next to her. She allowed the sheet to fall away from 
her large breasts, and her nipples, although a bit 
sensitive from the workout they had already received 
that evening, once again arose to the task. Chris gave 
another sniffle and, with one last curious glance, 
walked over to the futon and sat down next to Sari. 

"OK, so, like, what do we do," asked Chris, with an 
embarrassed, self-effacing laugh. Now that she had been 
accepted, she had no clue as to the next step. 

"Well, why don't you just sit and enjoy yourself for a 
minute," said Sari, as she slowly leaned over and 
kissed Chris' ear. 

Chris smiled and looked nervously at the floor. Sari's 
next kiss was a bit lower, on Chris' exposed neck. 
Unsure of how she should respond, Chris shrugged her 
shoulders and looked away. Sari ended Chris' confusion 
by turning Chris' chin towards her and planting a wet, 
open-mouthed kiss on her. Still quite nervous, Chris 
tentatively allowed Sari's tongue to explore the 
insides of her mouth, before responding by pressing her 
own tongue into Sari's willing mouth. 

The kiss was nice, long, and very unexpected. Chris' 
initial hesitation soon gave way to a very accepting 
posture. With her right hand, Sari gently stroked 
Chris' flat stomach, lightly brushing the bottom of 
Chris' lavender bra. For a while, neither girl made any 
advancement, content with the kiss. 

Finally, realizing that she could be there all night if 
she waited for Chris to make a move, Sari reached over, 
gently grabbed Chris' arm, and slid her hand down to 
Chris' hand. Without breaking the kiss, Sari moved 
Chris' hand over to her own right breast. At first, 
Chris didn't respond, seemingly content to allow her 
hand to feel Sari's smooth skin and hard brown nipple 
pulsing under her palm. Gradually, she lifted her hand, 
and softly rolled her fingertips over Sari's erect 
nipple, springing it to its full height. 

"Mmmmm," Sari murmured, as much out of pleasure as an 
effort to encourage Chris' explorations. Chris then 
began pinching and gently stroking Sari's nipple. Her 
efforts were having the desired effect, as Sari was 
getting very wet, and very excited. Unlike sex with 
Julie, which was more about achieving orgasms as 
quickly as possible, this was about establishing trust 
and breaking through barriers.

Sari then broke the kiss and, noticing that Chris' eyes 
were closed, lifted her chest with a heavy inhale and 
began pulling Chris' head closer to her bosom. Chris 
needed little encouragement, extending her pink tongue 
and licking a wet, zig-zagging trail down Sari's 
glowing brown skin. 

When she reached Sari's nipple, she let out her own 
soft groan of pleasure and pulled Sari's entire nipple 
into her mouth. Sari thought about how closely the 
scene matched her own fantasy of a few hours earlier. 
The sight of her very hot, sometimes uppity roommate 
working hard to pleasure her big tits was satisfying on 
a variety of levels. With a free hand, Chris played 
with Sari's free nipple, and for a while, Sari felt as 
those they were the only two people in the world.

For a while, anyway. Sari's attention was drawn to a 
movement across the shadowy loft. It was somewhat hard 
to see, but it looked like Julie, tucked under her 
covers for all except her head, was watching the two of 
them, eyes wide open! Even more startling, Sari could 
see that the sheets were pulsing up and down near 
Julie's shoulder. Julie was getting herself off while 
she watched Sari and Chris!

Knowing that Julie was watching turned Sari on even 
more. She reached around Chris' back, found the clasp 
to her bra, and undid it, letting it fall away from 
her. Her hands then moved underneath Chris, finding her 
hanging breasts. Sari was impressed by how heavy they 
felt in her hands. Much larger than Julie's, indeed, 
much larger than those of any woman she had been with, 
Sari playfully stroked Chris' hard nipples. 

She was reminded of her father's Playboy magazines, how 
she would look forward to the arrival of a new magazine 
in the mail. Then, when no one was home, she would put 
on shorts and a tee shirt and, sitting on the living 
room couch (to see if anyone was coming home), she 
would masturbate while thumbing through the pages. The 
women that she liked the best were always those with 
the largest breasts, as she envisioned what it would be 
like to be with them. Now, she was in bed with a woman 
built just like those models. 

Pulling Chris' head gently away from her breast, Sari 
looked her directly in the eye and asked "are you ready 
to move on?" Not entirely sure what Sari meant, Julie 
bluffed "uh, yeah, sure." Sari eased herself back so 
that she could sit up and lean against the back wall 
(to get a better view of what was to come). She then 
slid the sheet from over her completely naked legs. 
Chris stared directly at Sari's exposed pussy, unsure 
of what to do next. 

"Here," said Sari, as she took Chris' hand and placed 
it high up on her thigh. Very nervously, Chris began to 
stroke Sari's firm thigh, still staring at her pussy. 
"Don't be afraid to touch me," encouraged Sari, 
spreading her legs wider so as not to leave any doubt 
about what she was saying. 

Cautiously, Chris slid her middle finger over Sari's 
wet slit. Chris' touch sent a shiver up Sari's spine. 
Unfortunately, Chris was sitting at an awkward angle, 
and it made it quite difficult for her to move her hand 
freely over Sari's sex. 

Trying to find a way to move things along without 
scaring Chris off, Sari suggested "why don't you kiss 
it." 

"Oh, God, really?" asked Chris, now very unsure of what 
to do. Sari gently stroked the side of Chris' face, and 
pulled her closer. Chris, in somewhat of a trance state 
and still clearly feeling the effects of the evening's 
alcohol, responded in kind, moving her head lower, 
between Sari's thighs. 

"I really don't know what to do," said Chris, in a 
somewhat pleading voice. "I've never done this before." 

"Relax," said Sari, trying to comfort her friend (and 
not about to be denied head from her!). "Just pretend 
that I am you... how would you like to be touched?" 

"Well, I don't... I don't really... see, I never... 
well..." stammered Chris, poised a foot away from 
Sari's waiting pussy. Then, just when Sari thought that 
she was going to back out, Chris lowered her head and, 
taking a deep breath, extended her tongue to Sari's 
pussy and began to lick it.

Oh, the sensation! Just as she had found Claire's 
hesitation in the book to be a total turn-on, so now 
too did she find Chris' inexperience and resulting 
reluctance to be highly erotic. Knowing that Chris had 
never done this before, but had decided to do so now, 
with her, turned Sari on greatly. What Chris may have 
lacked in technique, she more than made up for with 
unexplored possibility.

Unfortunately, being her first time, Chris' technique 
was sorely lacking, resulting in a somewhat mechanical 
process. "Like paint by numbers compared to an artist's 
brushstrokes," Sari would later comment. Sari's efforts 
to offer encouragement or direction also fell on deaf 
ears. Nonetheless, the combination of her own horny 
state, Chris' inexperience, and the fact that Julie was 
watching with a purpose all combined to raise Sari's 
level of arousal. After several minutes, Chris fell 
into a groove of slow upward and downward strokes that 
suited Sari just fine. 

She closed her eyes, rocked her hips to the beat of 
Chris' tongue on her wet pussy, and told herself this 
was it. She had finally conquered Chris, who was now 
hungrily lapping away at her pussy. Shifting her 
fingers to her own swelling tits to tweak her enlarged 
nipples, Sari urged on Chris, warning her that she was 
about to cum. No sooner did she say it than she felt a 
rush of blood to her head and the fourth and strongest 
orgasm of the evening hit her. To her credit, Chris 
continued her ministrations throughout the whole 
process, only backing off when Sari grabbed her hair 
and gently pulled her away.

Sari spent several moments catching her breath, then 
opened her eyes to see Chris blankly staring off into 
space. "What's wrong," asked Sari, curious to know 
whether her roommate felt guilt, or alarm, or just the 
effects of too much alcohol. "Wow, I never thought that 
I would do that," responded Chris, still unable to 
shake off her stupor. 

"Well, I know something that will bring you around," 
said Sari, moving onto the floor and gently pushing 
Chris onto her back on the futon. She had separated 
Chris' legs and had just gotten her panties off of her 
feet (noticing that Chris was clean shaven, a very rare 
occurrence in those days) before Chris pulled away

"No, you don't understand," answered Chris. "I don't... 
like girls. I mean, I like girls, but I don't like... 
them touching me. Like that, I mean. I don't even like 
guys touching me like that. Too... dirty. I don't know, 
too... intimate." Sari cocked her head out of 
curiosity, meeting the eyes of Julie, still buried 
under a sheet, wearing a similar look. "So, uh, what do 
you like," asked Sari, unsure of where the conversation 
was headed. 

"Well, I like... guys. Like, you know... I like... I 
like cocks, OK? I mean, I like them a whole lot. Ever 
since my first boyfriend, that's the only thing I think 
about... getting fucked, and having some guys' hard 
cock in me. Sometimes at work, I just stare into space 
for 10 or 15 minutes, thinking about having a nice big 
cock to play with, and getting so aroused and 
frustrated that I don't know what to do. Now, you 
haven't got a big cock for me, have you?" Chris asked 
facetiously. With a sigh, she rolled onto her side, and 
continued to stare into space.

Sari, a bit dumbfounded, simply stared at Chris. She 
obviously hadn't been born with a cock, big or 
otherwise, and she didn't really know how else to 
respond. Just as she was formulating an argument that 
Chris should let her try oral sex, that maybe it would 
be different with a woman, a loud thump hit the floor 
next to her. She looked down to see Mr. Wiggley, all 
10" of him, resting next to her calf. Julie, seeing 
Chris' dilemma, had reached under her bed to her "toy 
box," scooped up the huge black cock, and heaved it 
toward Sari, without ever alerting Chris to the fact 
that she was awake. 

Carefully, Sari reached under the futon, and drew out a 
small bottle of baby oil that she kept there for a 
variety of obvious reasons. She held the rubber cock 
out in front of her and drizzled the scented oil onto 
its veined, black surface. Surprisingly, Chris still 
had not looked up, lost in her own thoughts. Silently, 
Sari smeared the oil on the cock, giving a fairly 
effective handjob. Finally, when the cock was well 
lubricated, Sari said softly "well, what do you think 
of this?"

Slowly, Chris turned her head. Her eyes bulged when she 
say the monster rubber shaft clutched in Sari's hand. 
"Where did you guys get that?" asked Chris, correctly 
surmising that anything that lewd had to involve Julie 
as well as Sari. 

"Oh, we've had it for a while," Sari said coolly. "It 
comes in handy, ya know?" 

"God, do you guys use it," asked Chris, still not 
seemingly believing what she was seeing. 

"Sure we do; you thought all we had up here were 
tongues and fingers," teased Sari, as she waived the 
large cock in front of Chris' eyes. 

"C'mon, let me try it," said Chris, now completely over 
her lethargy and fully engaged in the task at hand. She 
tried to grab it from Sari, but Sari pulled it away. 

"Not so fast," cautioned Sari, moving Chris' hand away 
from the cock. "I still owe you, you know? Let's see 
how this works..."

With that, Sari directed Chris to lie with her back on 
the futon, with her butt right at the edge of the 
mattress, and her feet planted on the floor, and one 
leg on either side of Sari. Sari lowered the cock and 
held it facing outward from her pubic bone, mimicking a 
large cock. 

"So, do you want it?" asked Sari, gently rubbing the 
head of the cock against Chris' bare slit. 

"Oh God yeah, this is so dirty, but yeah, do it," 
panted Chris, lost in her lust to get fucked. Needing 
no further encouragement, Sari slid the head of the 
large cock into her roommate. It disappeared silently 
into her very wet slit. "Oh God, it's big," said Chris, 
spreading her legs further to allow greater access. 
"Keep going."

Sari shoved her hips forward, moving the hard rubber 
cock 5 or 6 inches into Chris. "Christ, go easy, will 
ya" asked Chris, not quite ready for Sari's enthusiasm. 
"Sorry," said Sari, withdrawing the cock until its head 
slid out. Sari was amazed at how easily she was able to 
get the entire rubber shaft into Chris' pussy. "How's 
this?" asked Sari, slowly thrusting her hips for a 
second attempt at penetrating Chris. 

"Unh, umph, good..." said Chris somewhat cautiously, 
feeling the bulbous head of the cock stretching her 
deep inside. Inch by inch, Mr. Wiggley disappeared 
silently into Chris, until Sari's hand, still holding 
the base of the cock, was pressed up firmly into Chris' 
pussy lips. 

"Is that good?" asked Sari, trying to gauge how Chris 
had accepted the big cock. 

"Yeah, it's good," replied Chris, her eyes tightly 
shut, still trying to get a feel for having the large 
device inside her. "Start moving it in and out." As 
requested, Sari began to rock her hips, pulling the 
cock out and sliding it back in, still unsure of 
whether Chris was enjoying or tolerating the 
experience. Gradually, Chris' breathing began to 
increase. Her eyes were still shut very tightly, but 
whatever she was imagining, it clearly was having the 
desired effect. Sari noticed a flush coming over Chris' 
chest.

At that moment, Sari heard a noise behind her. She 
turned her head to see that Julie had moved from under 
the sheets, and was now sitting on the edge of her 
futon, with her legs splayed wide apart. One hand was 
separating her wet pussy lips, and with her other hand, 
she was very vigorously frigging her clit, obviously 
excited to see Sari fucking their roommate with her 
toy.

"Mmmmmm... yeah do it, give it to me," murmured Chris, 
bringing Sari's attention back to the task at hand. 
Sari's firm ass cheeks came in handy as she picked up 
her pace a bit, finding a comfortable rhythm and 
grinding the stiff cock into Chris. With each thrust, 
Sari's firm brown tits shook, jolting from the 
collision of Sari into Chris. 

At that moment, Sari could fully understand how a guy 
felt during sex... the feel of controlling the tempo, 
of watching the steady, measured response brought in 
reaction to each thrust. Chris' hands extended to her 
sides, her fingernails digging into the sheets, pulling 
them towards her. Sari started thrusting a bit harder, 
letting her hand slap into Chris' pussy, bringing the 
weight of her hips down onto Chris with each thrust. In 
turn, Chris became more aroused, her breath coming in 
labored bursts, and her large nipples erecting fully.

Finally, the hot scene was too much for Julie to take 
in silence. "God, that's hot," said Julie, not caring 
whether Chris knew she was being watched or not. "Fuck 
it into her tight cunt. Give it to her. Fuck that wet 
pussy." Rather than being embarrassed by Julie's 
comments, Chris seemed to become more aroused, letting 
go of the sheets and grabbing her nipples, giving each 
a long pull, and bucking her hips to meet Sari's 
thrust. 

"God, I can't believe I'm doing this," she moaned, 
looking Julie directly in the eye. "Sari is fucking me, 
and you're watching. Are you getting off?" she asked, 
as much turned on by asking the question as she would 
by the answer. 

"Yeah, I'm totally gonna cum," replied Julie, lying 
back on the futon to finish herself off, leaving Chris 
with an excellent view of her wispy white pubic hair 
and very reddened slit.

Finally, the sight of the buxom Sari and her large 
rubber cock, coupled with the sight of Julie, totally 
oblivious to the two, furiously rubbing herself, was 
too much for Chris. Her orgasm came with virtually no 
warning, gripping her whole body and forcing her to let 
out a very erotic shriek. 

The noise startled Sari, who nonetheless continued her 
assault on Chris' wide-open pussy. Chris' thighs 
clenched tightly around Sari, and she rode out her 
orgasms with the rubbed cock buried to the hilt in her 
pussy, still rocking her hips. 

When Chris was clearly over the moment, Sari pulled Mr. 
Wiggley from Chris' raw pussy, and casually let it drop 
to the carpet. Once again, Chris had rolled over on her 
side, almost in a fetal position. Silently, Sari 
climbed onto the futon and, putting an arm around 
Chris, gently began kissing the back of her ear.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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