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Freshmen Roommates Discover Each other

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After graduating high school and leaving my comfortable home in Florida, I found myself rooming with a wild child from southern California. Ella, was tall and slender with long flowing blonde hair and a deep tan. Her fit frame was ample for supporting her large B cupped breasts. Even at our first meeting, I wasn’t afraid to say how I thought she was attractive. Up to this point in my life, I had done quite a bit of sexual experimentation throughout high school with boyfriends and alone, however, I had not ventured into my bisexual side yet. Living in a fairly strict house, I hid my sexual activities and limited masturbation sessions to the shower or when I was home alone. Up to this point, my self exploration was pretty straight forward. Mostly with fingers, although I had found a hair brush handle that I became quite fond of. I knew of the world of sex toys, but wouldn’t dare to bring one into my home, for fear of being found out. My sex life was quite the norm for a high school student. Mostly consisting fooling around in the back seat, which led to many a blow jobs and eventually into some hot sweaty sex with the boyfriend of the moment. Toward the end of my senior year of high school, I had more often found myself fantasizing about being with another girl, but had not acted out on any of my torrid thoughts.

Ella and I hit it off right away. Becoming friends fast, we often found ourselves having late night erotic conversations about our previous sexual activity. It was obvious from the get go that she was far more experienced than I. Ella told stories of masturbation with vibrators and dildos and hot sex stories about being on the beaches and even on the school football field. She even spoke of an experience at a party where she found herself drunk in a bedroom with a cock in each hand. Ella never spoke of any experience with other girls so it left me to wonder if she was grossed out by the practice, or just shy about speaking of it in front of me. After ending each night and turning off the lights, I would find my hands sliding into my panties while lying in bed just feet from my roommate. As I would retell the story I had just heard to myself, as my fingers would slide up and down over my ever swelling moistening lips. Biting my lower lip to prevent the slippage of any moans, I would lye facing the wall, my back to Ella’s bed and gently moisten my pussy until access could be made to my sopping hole. Making sure to silence any noises, I would allow a finger to slip past and deliver an explosive amount of pleasure as it would plunge into me. While plunging my finger in and working in a second, I often found myself wondering if Ella was doing the same as she lay just feet away, thinking of one of my stories, or maybe me. Working my way to a silent orgasm, I would cum on my fingers and often bring them up to my lips for a gentle lick, to taste myself then doze off.

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Party Dare

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It was late at night at the residence of Maya Murdock. Her parents had left for a week-long conference across the country and it was the middle of summer. Maya, who was twenty-two, feeling ever so lonely, decided to call up some friends to hang out.

Maya invited Jenny, Lucy, Amber, Patricia, Christine, and Rebecca. As Maya waited for her friends to arrive, she kicked off her socks and began reading one of her dad’s golf magazine. Less than a minute after she began reading, she threw it away, quickly discovering her hatred of golf.

Amber and Rebecca arrived first in their blue convertible. Amber and Rebecca, both of whom were about eight months older than Maya, were known to, as Maya would say, steal the show, because of their incredibly revealing outfits. They were both wearing a black bra and a blue thong that lightly exposed their butts. Maya, on the other hand, was wearing an orange blouse and jeans above her underwear.

Jenny, who was a month younger than Maya, arrived just moments later, and like Maya, she was incredibly modest, with her red dress easily reaching down to her knees, not wanting to show too much to anybody. Jenny also brought with her two bottles of wine, which she stole from her father’s liquor cabinet.

Lucy, who was a year older than Maya, followed Jenny in, but her sense of style was in-between those of Jenny and Amber. She wore just a very small tank-top, one which didn’t reach down much farther than below her boobs. However, she was wearing a pair of jeans, and was also wearing underwear. Lucy brought three bottles of tequila, which she bought from the local liquor store.

Patricia, who was six and a half months older than Maya, came in just a moment later, and on her, she had a very long skirt that went to her crotch, and then just a pair of panties to cover her clit. Patricia brought to the party a bottle of scotch, which was part of her mother’s salary, since her mother works for a brewery.

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Movie Night

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Shannon was a gorgeous, twenty-five-year-old redhead with a very sexy body. She worked out six days a week and was a very well-disciplined eater. As a result she had a great pair of toned legs, a sexy bubble-butt and a tight, trim waist. Her C-cup breasts were nice and firm and she kept her pussy completely waxed, something that her boyfriend quickly learned to appreciate. She was very much in love with her boyfriend and they talked regularly about moving in together and getting married, even though they had only been seeing each other for a few months.

Shannon was relatively new in town, so she didn’t have too many friends. Over the past couple of months she had been getting closer to one of her coworkers, Linda. Linda was a couple of years younger than Shannon and lived at home with her parents, just like Shannon. She was a beautiful blonde with healthy curves, her body certainly not as tight and toned as Shannon’s, but in no way was it less sexy. She had fairly large D-cup breasts and wide, womanly hips. She, too, had a boyfriend, although she wasn’t nearly as serious about him as Shannon was about her man.

Linda’s parents were going to be out of town for several days. While she would normally invite her boyfriend over so they could take advantage of having the house to themselves, he was out of town as well at a cousin’s wedding. After talking to Shannon, they decided to get together on the Friday night for a girls’ night. The plan was to stay up late watching movies and gossiping, with Shannon spending the night.

After watching the first movie they had rented, they started talking about their boyfriends, and also about their sex lives.

“Chris is actually really good in bed,” Shannon said. “I have an orgasm almost every time.”

“Really?” Linda said. “I’m lucky if Ian can make me cum half the time. What does Chris do that works so well?”

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Too Pretty To Be a Lesbian

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“But you’re too pretty to be a lesbian.” I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard that ridiculous and infuriating objection from both men and women, and I wouldn’t want to try. What’s even worse is when they follow that up with, “You’re kidding, right, Amy?”

Yes, I’m pretty. I’ll admit it. But why does that mean I’m not a lesbian? Is there some sort of cut-off point? I’m petite, but I’m not flat. I have well-defined curves all over, I’m just small and thin. I have a delicate, young-looking sort of face. I have almost-curly brown hair to my shoulders and hazel eyes. My lips are a little pouty. I’ve taken taekwondo so my arms and legs are muscle-toned. My hips roll nicely when I walk. And, yes, I look pretty damned cute in my braces.

Where in there did I pass the, “Sorry, Amy, you’re not a lesbian anymore,” point?

“Well, you mean you’re bi, right?” some will follow-up.

No, I’m not bi. I don’t hate men, but I can’t get emotionally attached to them the same way, and I’m not attracted to them. Yes, I’ve seen a penis before. Yes, it was erect. No, it didn’t stir some hidden desire inside me.

“Oh, so you’re a virgin.”

No! I’m not a virgin. I am sexually active and in a committed relationship with a wonderful woman my own age.

I will admit, though, that I’m not particularly proud of how I lost my virginity. It was a couple years ago, around the time of my 18th birthday. At the time I was dating Angie, a cheerleader for the high school basketball team. We were seniors and had been dating for a couple of years at that point, but Angie especially was committed to waiting for sex until we could be life partners.

Well, the, “You can’t be a lesbian” stuff was laid on pretty thick in high school. There was plenty of room in people’s imagination for lurid fantasies about cheerleader locker-room lesbo orgies, but the idea of a cheerleader in a committed, basically chaste lesbian relationship was not something anyone in our school could handle. In their minds, Angie and I were just close friends who liked to make believe about being lovers.

A couple weeks after I turned 18, I decided I’d had enough. I still loved Angie, but I needed the world to accept that I was a lesbian, and there was only one way I could think to do it.

I approached a girl named Danielle, a 19 year-old high school senior with an air of exotic maturity about her, as well as a reputation as, well, a dyke and a slut. It was rumored that the only reason she’d finally made it to her senior year at 19 was a dalliance with the female assistant vice principal. I didn’t know if that was true, but her reputation counted for everything.

Danielle was sitting by herself on a bench outside of school waiting for her ride when I approached her. She was attractive, but rebel enough in her look that she didn’t have to put up with people dismissing her lesbianism. She was a gorgeous native Alaskan with creamy porcelain skin of an almost caramel hue, shiny black hair, flinty brown eyes, and an incredible figure. But she also had three nose-rings and a tattoo of a marijuana leaf on the back of her right hand. In Fairbanks that meant she was allowed to be a lesbian.

“Hi, Danielle,” I said, wishing my voice weren’t so sweet and perky.

She looked at me and nodded silently. She knew well enough who I was, but she didn’t really have anything to talk about with me, as far as she knew or cared.

“I need your help,” I told her simply, wishing I’d dressed sexier.

She looked at me questioningly, but still didn’t speak.

No reason to not just say it, I decided. “I need you to take my virginity and I need the world to know about it.”

She narrowed her pretty eyes. “How romantic.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Danielle, I’m sorry. I know this is rude, but I’m sick of no one believing I’m a lesbian. I love Angie, but I need to prove myself.”

“What, you want me to take your ass with a dildo in the gym while a bunch of people watch?”

I blushed even deeper. “Fuck you,” I finally said.

“No, fuck you,” she returned, getting up to walk you. “You’re too insensitive to be a lesbian.”

That burned, and I reeled for days. Then, on Angie’s 18th birthday, I had myself a plan.

My mom was going to be out of town on Friday night, so Angie and I made special plans for me to cook her dinner at my house. I told her to be prepared to spend the night, and while she was hesitant, I insisted that she at least be prepared to stay, even if she changed her mind later. She agreed, and the rest of the week, our hearts were aflutter and our stomachs full of butterflies.

And my spirit was still full of anger and pride. It’s almost painful to remember, but so intent was I on proving myself that I set up two hidden webcams in my house. One in the living room attached to my laptop and the other in my mom’s bedroom, attached to her computer. I even signed up an on-line site where I could post the videos, and used my own full name in screen name. I wanted there to be no doubt.

When Friday evening rolled around, I was excited and nervous all at once. I dressed in a pleated denim skirt with a light blue peasant blouse. Angie had seen my nipples once before and had been captivated by them, so I wore no bra under the lightweight top, which was loose enough that only shadows hinted at the sweet tidbits by which she was enthralled.

When Angie arrived I nearly regretted my plan, because she was such the picture of innocent beauty, but I did want to make love to her badly, and I told myself the video was inconsequential to that. A side benefit. The real point was that we would express our feelings for one another with intimate physical connection.

Angie was not your stereotypical high school cheerleader. That’s not to say she wasn’t gorgeous; she was, by anyone’s standards. But her beauty was more mature. She wasn’t heroine chic and she didn’t walk around showing off her tummy to everyone. She was a normal girl who just happened to be absolutely beautiful. Her face was round, with shining green eyes and softly turned lips, all framed by dark brown curls which hung to her chin. Her skin tanned easily, and was already olive-complected by late April. She was just about six-foot tall. Her figure was in the same proportions as mine, but the extra 10 inches translated to magnificent curves. I was especially enchanted with her thighs, of all things. I loved her in her cheer skit because it showed of her thighs so well. (more…)

Cherries

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“Let me guess,” the bartender asked, setting the glass of water in front of me. “You’re here looking for some company.”

She stared at me expectantly, a slight smile on her glossy-pink lips. I smiled ruefully at her, taking a sip of the icy liquid. “Gee, what gave me away?” I meant it sarcastically, because anyone in the bar could see what I was after, especially another woman. The little black dress gave me away, one of those sparkly knit gowns that clung to every curve, just short enough to make you appreciate a hint of thigh and wonder just how far my legs went up. Or maybe it was the heels, best described as “fuck me” pumps in glossy black patent leather. Combined with the carefully arranged hair and the makeup, I made quite a package for some lucky male to pick up. Problem was, the bar seemed devoid of lucky men, save for a few older men who knew better than to press their luck.

The bartender shrugged and proceeded to polish some glasses while talking with me. “Well, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and I assume you’re here on business. So your partner isn’t here, and you’re looking for a little entertainment to pass a holiday that’s best not spent alone. Especially here in Las Vegas, the city of sin herself,” she laughed. I was amazed, because she really had hit my situation right on the nose. I was here to teach seminars to new real estate recruits, and was miles away from my husband. Not that being home on Valentine’s Day would have mattered anyway, because the bastard would probably be wooing his mistress on the side. Our marriage had deteriorated down to one simple fact: I wasn’t divorcing him because it would cost me too much hard-earned cash. So he played his field, and I played mine, and we basically put up with each other.

“Pretty much right,” I acknowledged, raising my water glass to her. “How’d you know?”

“Past experience,” she confided. “I was sitting in this very bar about three years ago for the same reason, and the bartender working then asked me the same thing.”

“And did you find what you were looking for?” I asked. She found this very funny, exploding in a sudden peal of laughter that had me raising my eyebrows. “Oh, I found it alright,” she grinned. “A nice little lass from the front desk took me home with her that night, and introduced me to a whole better ballgame.” I nearly choked on my water at her answer, staring at her with slight shock. This bartender really didn’t seem the lesbian stereotype. She wasn’t masculine in her features, and she didn’t seem like some of the feminist lesbians I’d known in college.

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Initiation Night

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Julie Gates was in her glory. All she’d ever wanted since she came to State College was to be a Delta. Her mother, and her grandmother, had been in the Delta sorority, and to this day it remained THE sorority to belong to. It was initiation night.

The sisterhood was tight. Secrets never left the house. Help was always seconds away if you were in a jam and professors went a little easier on the Delta girls. Life was good. Julie couldn’t wait for the ceremony, the details of which were kept a closely guarded secret. Not even her mother would discuss the ritual with her. All she knew is she would have the ceremonial robe laid out on her bed for her at 9pm that evening.

Only 4 girls were being inducted in to the house. Julie’s room mate Gina, and 2 girls that lived on the first floor of the house as well, Amy and Carlie. There were 21 sisters that would be at the ceremony, Julie and the other pledges would round out the 25 that made the house complete.

At 9 pm there was a knock on the door. Julie and Gina looked at each other anxiously.

Julie’s big sister Ashley opened the door. Big sisters took a pledge under their wing and guided them through to initiation night. Ashley said nothing, she simply laid the white robe on the bed neatly and made her exit. Gina’s big sister Donna did the same thing not 5 minutes later. The girls looked at the robes. They were beautifully laced with gold trim and the Delta insignia.

A soft noise drew the girls attention to the door. A note had been slipped underneath, folded just once. Gina picked it up and read it out loud to Julie.

“You must be in the attic wearing nothing but your ceremonial robe at 9:30pm. Your hair must be worn away from face in ponytail style. Wear no make up, perfume or jewelry. Do not be late.”

Julie drew a deep breath. “I was wondering if we were supposed to be naked under the robe.”

“Well,” Gina replied, “I’m not going naked. How will they know? It’s no ones business what I’m wearing underneath.”

With eyebrows raised Julie whispered to Gina. “I would do just as the note says. You don’t want to mess this up.”

Gina didn’t respond. She simply took off the shirt and shorts she was wearing and slid the robe on over her bra and panties. There was no way anyone was going to see her pudgy body making lumps in the robe. Gina had always been a little heavy and self conscious of anyone seeing her naked. She rarely dated just from fear of a boy making fun of her once her clothes were off.

Julie however did as instructed. Being modest, she turned away from Gina and stripped down to nothing. She loved the cool, soft feel of the silk garment covering her skin. She tied the belt loosely into a knot to keep it closed.
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The Sauna

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Heather wiped the sweat off her damp face with a small white towel while accompanying her work out partner back to the locker room. Having been her exercise buddy for the past year, Ashley knew her well and understood her need for encouragement, thus congratulating her on a good set.

They decided that in honor of their 1 year “fitness anniversary” they would treat themselves to a private sauna followed by frozen yogurt. Affording it would be no problem of course, being that they were both extremely successful despite their ages.

The man at the counter didn’t give a second glance when they purchased the private sauna for 2 time slots. After all this was a very classy, upscale sports club and no assumptions of any kind were to be made about any guests. The funny thing was, a great number of guests did in fact enjoy “renting out” the totally private luxury saunas for hours at a time. And in all actuality everyone, both employee and guest was quite aware of the private sauna possibilities.

Heather and Ashley had no such intention however and truly were just wanting to celebrate their year of hard work together. Back in the locker room they undressed, toweled up, and headed for the match to their key: PS7 (private sauna 7). Ashley unlocked the windowless door and held it open for Heather who stepped inside, holding her towel on her body up with both hands. They found themselves in a teeny tiny entryway to yet another door, this time with a window which opened with the same key. This next room was the sauna…. a great beautiful wooden room with thick long benches attached to the walls. Ah, what a treat!! Heather made a comment about how they deserved it; her friend agreed.

With that Ashley released an enormous groan as she stretched her arms upward and outward then let them fall at her sides. Heather, feeling a little self-conscious (although enjoying the luxury of a private sauna) sat on a bench and stiffly leaned in a sitting position against a wooden paneled wall, closing her eyes. Ashley, being somewhat of an exhibitionist and determined to enjoy the privacy she had helped pay for (and wanting to make her friend feel at ease) let her towel fall to the floor. Deep down, a part of her really wanted to see Heather naked, not so much to compare to her own body, but just to see what she really looked like without all of those baggy clothes. She felt pretty sure that she had awesome legs b/c even with the baggy shorts, she could see how tan and smooth and muscular they were, at least from the lower thigh down.

Heather tried desperately not to pop her eyes open as she heard the sound of Ashley’s towel crumpling onto the wooden floor. The next sounds she heard were of her friend adjusting her body onto the wooden bench across from her and laying down followed by another relaxed moan.

Heather took this opportunity to glance sideways through slightly slit eyes over at Ashley’s incredible body. She was truly amazed. Never had she realized just how well that woman took care of herself. Her lightly bronzed skin was taut, slick, and shiny over her perfect form. Little beads of sweat hung carefully at every crevice. Her blond hair, thick and healthy hung hot and limp off the side of the bench. With her eyes closed, she was nearly the image of an angel. Wondering if perhaps, her companion was asleep, she took the opportunity to shed her own towel, but very slowly, watching cautiously, so as not to awaken her friend. She took a moment to revel in this newfound freedom, this daring, totally exposed feeling of nakedness…. nakedness in front of another person! Her body began to increase a little in temperature, and in the depth of her mind she wondered some if perhaps it wasn’t just the heat of the sauna affecting her.
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Sorority Party

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My best friend Dee belongs to a sorority. They were having a party tonight and she invited my new boyfriend Brian and I. Not that anybody really needed invitations to a sorority beer bash.

Brian picked me up dressed in jeans and a green shirt, looking almost exactly like he did when I first bumped into him. I would have to do something about his wardrobe. I had dressed to kill. My red mid-length skirt was slit to my waist. My black silk blouse was backless and cut to my navel in front. My braless tits bounced seductively as I moved.

Brian was speechless when he saw me. I planned on surprising him later when I revealed that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I was having way too much fun being the aggressor in our budding relationship.

I spotted Dee as soon as we got there. Dee is shorter than I am, but much more voluptuous. Although she has perfectly huge tits, her waist is relatively narrow. Her hips and ass are five pounds away from being too big. Her dark brown hair and wide, innocent brown eyes have been the undoing of many frat boys.

“Amanda!” she squealed.

We hugged, having to shout to be heard over the music. I introduced her to Brian, whom she also hugged. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, and I assumed he wasn’t used to strange women giving him hugs, let alone one this pretty. I elbowed him good naturedly to remind him that I was his date for the evening, and that I wasn’t exactly chopped liver. My cornsilk blonde hair is long and straight, which accentuates my pale blue eyes. I’m taller than Dee, standing 5′ 8″. My curves are more proportionate than hers. I have a perky C cup with a nice, round ass.

I went to get beers for Brian and I. The woman pouring drinks looked me up and down. Dee had warned me that there were a few lesbians in the sorority. She was very attractive, although a bit masculine. She was slightly taller than Brian, with dark brown hair and an angelic face. Her trim, athletic figure was clothed in jeans and a deep red shirt.

“Well, don’t you look fine tonight, honey,” She said.

“Thanks,” I replied uncomfortably. I could feel her gaze on my back as I made my way to the dance floor.

I was right about Brian’s lack of dancing skills. A number of guys tried to cut in as we danced. A couple of them were pretty hunky, and all of them had big egos. I got a kick out of turning them all down.

Hours later, and more than a few beers, I was in the mood for some dirty dancing.

“Can I use your room?” I asked after I cornered Dee. She lived in one of the house’s rooms on the second floor.

“What for…oh!” She said, blushing. “You mean right now? With Brian? While the party is going?”

“I haven’t been laid in almost a month,” I pouted. “I’m horny and I’m afraid we’ll both be too drunk to do it if I wait.”

“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “But only if you do my laundry tomorrow. I’m not going to sleep those sheets.”
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The Girls of Phi Kappa Alpha

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“Why do we have to join a sorority, anyway?” Lisa whined to her friend. “They do mean things like hitting pledges with paddles, isn’t that right? Shelly told me it was all very humiliating!”

“Yes,” responded Lori, “but Shelly was a Zeta-Gamma. You and I are pledging Phi Kappa Alpha, which is exclusively for female athletes, so I seriously doubt we’ll have to put up with any of that nonsense! Besides, we’re both on scholarship, which means we NEED to join! So hurry up and get dressed or we’re gonna be late!”

Lisa nodded her head, still not convinced she wanted to join any sorority. But Lori was her best friend, and the two girls had both been planning to attend State together ever since junior high. Both were also athletes, although neither would be considered a star player, and were therefore both lucky to have received this invitation to pledge Phi Kappa Alpha.

“Why did they invite us, anyway?” asked Lisa. “Don’t they usually only target the big-name players?”

“Not Phi Alpha,” responded Lori. “From what I was told, Coach Felicia recommended both of us. And she’s a legacy! Wasn’t that nice of her?”

Lisa frowned in response. Coach Felicia was their P.E. instructor at Mason High School. More than once Lisa remembered the coach’s hands patting her on the tush in a more than friendly manner, not to mention staring boldly at her and the other girls as they were taking their showers. And that’s not all. There was the time when Lisa had pulled a muscle in practice, and the coach had kept her there late for what she called a “therapeutic massage.” Lisa wasn’t exactly sure what that was, but remembered Coach Felicia having her strip naked, followed by a lot of rubbing of her legs and butt, very sensually with oils. It was nice, but it made her uncomfortable. She’d never had a woman touch her like that before.

But that was all in the past, and if the coach was nice enough to recommend them both to the Alpha house then maybe she wasn’t so bad after all. Living in that sorority would make it possible for Lisa and Lori to afford attending State, something they had long dreamed about doing together. So perhaps even the possibility of sorority girls hitting them a couple of times with paddles didn’t seem so bad.

Lisa finished these thoughts while zipping up her skirt. She had selected a flowery light green outfit that showed off her long, slender legs and trim figure. It was a figure she was proud of. Lisa had been a volleyball player in high school, and certainly looked it at 5’10” tall with long beach blonde hair, and a California girl face, complete with a dazzling smile and bright green eyes.

Her friend Lori was, by comparison, a diminutive 5’4″. Their friends had labeled the two girls ‘Mutt & Jeff’ because of the height difference, but neither was offended. Lori was a gymnast, and while very short had an attractive curvy build, with well-formed breasts and a cute little behind that even Lisa thought adorable.

Both girls had always attended each other’s athletic competitions, and had always thought the other looked damn sexy in their skimpy uniforms, although they’d have never said so out loud. The volleyball uniform had been a baggy shirt with “bun-hugger” shorts that Lori thought made Lisa’s legs look even longer than they were, if that was possible. Meanwhile, Lori’s gymnastics outfits had always seemed to use as little cloth as possible, Lisa thought, and Lori had looked stunning in every competition, what with her hot little body straining at the seams.

Tonight Lori was wearing a tight black minidress with a red top that showed off her sexy compact figure as she and Lisa left together for the Alpha house. Lori had brunette hair cut short, and soft brown eyes that set off her pretty face. But now those eyes showed concern. They were expected at seven, and it was almost seven already. But fortunately traffic was light and they reached their destination with a couple of minutes to spare.

“If we can get accepted here we’ll have it made,” Lori said excitedly as they walked up the steps of the front porch. “Let’s do whatever it takes to be accepted, OK?” She then squeezed Lisa’s hand for good luck as they knocked on the door.

It was opened by a tall black girl in bluejeans and a navy sweatshirt. She was pretty in an athletic way, and her glance quickly took in the two nervous freshmen standing before her.

“You must be our new pledges,” she said. “My name is Janelle. I play basketball here at State. Come on in.” She then called out, “the new pledges have arrived.”

Behind her sauntered up a tanned girl in cut-offs and a tee shirt with shaggy blonde hair and a freckled face. “Hi, I’m Alice, the president of the Alpha house. You must be Lisa and Lori. Pleased to meet you.”

The girls all shook hands. Alice ran her eyes over the two pretty freshmen girls, saying sidelong to Janelle, “Not a bad catch, eh?” The black girl smiled in response.

Two other girls now made their appearance, as Alice made introductions. “This is Traci. She plays soccer,” motioning to a red haired girl in sweats. “And that’s Sharon, one of State’s golfers,” nodding to a sultry Hispanic senorita coming down the stairs.

“What sport do you play, Alice?” asked Lori.

“I’m captain of the tennis team,” Alice responded. “Now come on into the living room and let’s get better acquainted,” she said, ushering the two into a nicely furnished, carpeted area. It was clear that Alpha house wasn’t short of cash. Everything looked expensive, from the beautifully upholstered chairs and couches to the thick rug beneath their feet.

“This is a really nice place,” said Lisa. “Lori and I are so happy to be here.” Lori nodded in agreement. Both girls felt slightly uncomfortable in the presence of the four upper classmen, who seemed to be staring intently at them as they sat back onto a couch. Lori particularly noted Sharon’s eyes checking out her legs, as she sat back, her minidress hiking up involuntarily, exposing her smooth, taut thighs. Sharon winked at Lori, and the younger girl blushed in response, her eyes downcast.

“Oh, the pleasure is all ours,” responded Alice. “I think you two will be very happy here. Of course, as pledges, we ask one thing and one thing only, and that’s complete obedience. Think of us as your older sisters now. We will be taking care of you. All we ask in response is for you to OBEY!” Her emphasis on that last word was clear.

Both girls nodded.

“You will find some of what we do perhaps strange and unfamiliar, but it’s part of the pledge experience here at Alpha house. On the positive side, our girls are invited to the best parties, we have our very own beach house on the coast, in the winter there’s free access to a ski lodge in Aspen owned by Traci’s family, and every summer we sponsor a trip to Europe, I believe this time it’s France, right, Sharon?”

“Oui,” said Sharon, getting a laugh in response.

“And all we ask of you is your complete submission to your older sisters. Think you can handle that?”

“Oh, yes,” blurted out both girls at once. Lisa added, “It all sounds so wonderful. I almost have to ask what’s the catch?”

The four older girls couldn’t help smiling at one another as Janelle volunteered a response. “We’ll be testing your willingness to obey. Some of what we ask of you might seem strange, even making you uncomfortable. But you’ll either accept it or go elsewhere. But you’ll never find another sorority with the amenities offered here.”

“I’m in,” said Lori. “I love it here already.”

“Me, too,” added Lisa. “You’ve sold us both. Only this seems so nice, I know there’s gotta be a catch somewhere.”

“Oh, there is,” said Alice. “But it’s not like you think. We’re not going to blister your butt with paddles or anything harsh like that. When we want to punish you in Alpha house a hand-spanking usually suffices. In fact, we prefer it.”

Lori noticed the smiles on the other girls’ faces. But the thought of being spanked by one of these women didn’t unduly alarm her. In fact, she found herself blushing at the thought, and saw that the Hispanic girl Sharon was eyeing her closely. She blushed even deeper.

“OK, girls, then it’s settled,” Alice said as they got up and headed toward the door. “You both are now both pledges of Phi Kappa Alpha. You will move your belongings in this weekend, and we welcome you aboard.”

Lisa and Lori both expected a handshake, and were surprised instead when Alice reached out to embrace them both. “Welcome little sisters,” she said softly.

Then the other three also moved in, hugging each of the two girls intimately. Janelle kissed Lisa on the mouth, and Lori could swear Sharon squeezed her butt during their embrace. But she pretended not to have noticed. “See you on Saturday! Bye now!”

As the door closed both girls walked back to the car. “Well, we’re in,” said Lisa.

“Well, tentatively at least,” replied her friend.

On Saturday they arrived with their belongings, and were shown to their room on the first floor. It was small with two twin beds, but otherwise nicely furnished with a chest of drawers, a desk, and a small closet. “It’s not much,” said Alice, as they looked around, “but don’t worry about the small beds. You’ll be sleeping upstairs a lot these first few weeks.”

Lisa looked at Lori as if to say, “What does she mean by that?” Lori shrugged her shoulders in response.

“Get unpacked, and be in the living room tonight at seven o’clock for the start of your initiation,” Alice said as she prepared to leave the room.

“What should we wear?” asked Lisa.

“Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot. You pledges will be attired in bra and panties. Nothing more.” With that she left, closing the door behind her.

“Is she serious?” Lisa whispered. “Bra and panties?”

“Of course she’s serious,” responded Lori. “Remember what they said about obedience? They’re going to be testing us. Besides, remember what she said about not paddling us? Whatever they have in store for us, how bad can it be? We can take it!”

Lisa nodded in agreement, although she wasn’t smiling as she began to unpack.

At seven sharp the two girls left the room and headed for the living room where their four older sorority sisters awaited them. All four appeared attired in dark sweats. They were all seated and talking. But a hush fell over the room as the two near naked freshmen girls entered. Somebody emitted a low whistle. “Very nice,” said Sharon, staring boldly at Lori’s sexy little body, clad in only light blue satin panties and a matching top that barely held in her perfectly formed tits. Lisa, too, was being admired by her sisters. At Lori’s insistence she had worn a white thong bikini bottom and white bra. Lori had told her, “You’ve got a nice ass. Don’t be afraid to show it off! Also, a thong will show them you’re not intimidated or afraid.”

But right now Lisa was intimidated AND afraid. Her thong was drawing a number of appreciative glances.

“Turn around, Lisa,” said Janelle. “Slowly.”

Lisa did as she was told.

“What a gorgeous rear end,” Janelle said aloud.

“OK, ladies, here is where your initiation begins,” broke in Alice. “I’m giving you both an indelible marker. I’m now going to ask the older girls to each go upstairs to her room. Before midnight you are hereby instructed to each get your rear end signed, autographed if you will, by each of your four older sisters. To get them to do this you will have to do whatever they ask. If you can accomplish this feat, you’re in. If not, you can say ‘sayonara’ to Alpha house. OK, girls, upstairs. Lori and Lisa, you have five hours.”

With that, the two young women found themselves soon all alone in the living room, staring at eachother in shock. “We need to get each of them to sign our butts?” Lisa finally gasped.

“And they’ll only do it if we do whatever they say,” added Lori. “Whatever do you suppose that’ll be?”

“I don’t know,” moaned Lisa, “but I’m afraid it’s going to get really weird. I don’t like the way that Janelle has been eyeing me, or the way the rest of them were oogling my ass in this stupid thong you made me wear.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” whispered Lori. “Sharon’s been devouring me with her eyes since we first walked in the door. But we’ve gotta be strong, Lisa! They demand submission. So we submit, OK?”

“If you will, so will I,” promised Lisa. “Now, how do you want to do this? Shall we go together, or separate?”

“If I’m going to be spanked, or whatever, I think I’d rather be on my own, Lisa. Besides, if we’re together they may make us spank eachother!”

“OK, then, let’s get it over with. I’m going to Alice’s room first,” Lisa said, determined. “She seems easygoing enough. Maybe she’ll initial my butt in exchange for a nice back-rub.”

“And I’ll try that soccer girl, Traci,” said Lori. “She’s the rich one. Maybe she’ll be satisfied if I kiss her feet or something like that.” The two girls giggled together, then slowly headed upstairs.

Moments later, Alice heard a timid knock on her bedroom door. “Come in,” she said. Lisa then entered, and saw Alice sitting on her large bed clad only in a tee shirt and panties. “Over here,” she motioned to Lisa with her index finger. “Let’s check you out.”

Lisa slowly made her way over to the older girl. “Turn around,” Alice commanded. “I want to see if that sexy ass of yours feels as good as it looks.”

“What are you doing?” Lisa asked in a shocked voice, as Alice’s fingers began exploring her firm ass cheeks.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” Alice responded, sharply slapping Lisa’s sexy butt. “Take off those clothes and climb up onto this bed. I have something I want you to do before I sign my name to your butt.”

Lisa obeyed, but felt horrified at what she was being asked to do. Obviously this girl was a lesbian, and Lisa had never so much as kissed a girl before tonight. And yet, here she was climbing onto another girl’s bed, totally nude.

“I’m going to go easy on you this first time,” Alice said, gliding her hands along Lisa’s smooth skin, “because we’ll have many, many nights in the months ahead to get better acquainted. Right now, I just want to enjoy this pretty body of yours for a while.” And with that she proceeded to lean over and kiss Lisa deeply on the lips, her tongue pushing past her lips, and on into her mouth. Meanwhile, her hands cupped Lisa’s breasts, squeezing and tweaking her firm nipples. After a while her mouth left Lisa’s, working its way down to her chin, then her neck, shoulders, and finally sucking and kissing her breasts. Lisa moaned, overcome by the passionate assault on her senses. Never before had she made out with another girl, and against all her wishes she was finding it incredibly exciting.

When Alice raised her head to look Lisa in the face, she saw longing in the younger girl’s eyes.

“That’s enough for tonight,” she said. “Roll over, babe, and give me that pen.” And with that she signed her name on Lisa’s smooth round derriere in indelible ink.

Meanwhile, Lori was in Traci’s room, where she soon found herself being passionately kissed by the fiery soccer player. “What a little doll you are,” remarked Traci, as she pulled off Lori’s bra and panties. “Sharon told me she wanted you all for herself, but here at Alpha house we share.” She laughed to herself, then pulled Lori over her lap. “I think for now I’ll settle for a pleasant little spanking of this beautiful round butt.” And with that she proceeded to slap Lori’s tush repeatedly. At first Lori blushed with humiliation, but as the spanking continued she felt herself enjoying the sensation. By the time Traci finished Lori was wiggling her butt appreciatively with every stroke.

“You’re a natural, babe,” Traci murmured, grabbing the marker and scribbling her name on Lori’s now-warmed ass cheeks before lifting the trembling girl up and kissing her deeply on the mouth. “I’m sure we’ll be doing this again very soon.” Lori left the room in a daze.

Meanwhile, Lisa had crossed the hall and knocked quietly on Sharon’s door. “Come in,” she heard, and opening the door found Sharon waiting there in a black negligee. “Oh, it’s you,” she said, seeing the nude young blonde standing before her. “I was kind of hoping to see your friend. But then,” she smiled, “that will be later. As for now, I believe I’d like for you to give me a very sexy lap dance. And I won’t be signing your pretty wiggling rear until I’m fully satisfied.”

With that she reached over and clicked on a hot salsa CD, turning up the sound as the exotic Spanish rythym filled the room. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Lisa stood still for only a second longer, and then slowly began gyrating her lithe body before the dark-eyed, sultry woman before her. Sharon’s hands reached up to pull her closer, turning her around in doing so, so that Lisa’s butt was now in her face. Lisa acknowledged this, swaying it seductively before the older girl’s appreciative eyes. “Ah, so sweet,” purred Sharon, her hands coming up to gently caress the beautiful ass before her. Lisa was astounded at how turned on she was at this moment! Here, in this room, dancing naked for another woman, and loving it! By now Sharon’s hands were roaming freely all over her body, at one time slapping Lisa’s swaying butt, only inches from Sharon’s face. As the song ended, so did Lisa’s movements. Sharon then kissed her pretty round rear, then reached for the pen to sign her name right below where Alice had signed it not twenty minutes before. Then she patted Lisa’s rump and motioned her out the door. “I’ve got preparations to attend to for the second course,” she said, smiling.

Meanwhile, Lori had gone to Janelle’s room. The tall, black basketball girl still had on her sweats, and was sitting at her desk as the still nude little gymnast entered, her bra and panties still on the floor in Traci’s room. Janelle smiled. Oh, the fun she would be having with this cute little plaything later in the semester. But right now her thoughts were on her tall blonde friend in the next room. Nevertheless, she motioned Lori to approach her. The trembling girl slowed to a halt before her, awaiting orders. “Come up here, on my lap,” said Janelle, soothingly. Lori climbed up like a little girl on her daddy’s knee. Immediately Janelle began slowly stroking Lori’s pretty little body. Her hands were everywhere, along her sides, up and down her legs, squeezing and caressing her breasts and ass. She kissed the younger girl deeply, then motioned her to get up and bend over her desk, which Lori quickly did, arching her perfumed ass upward for Janelle’s attentions. The black girl then knelt down behind her and began kissing the gorgeous, pert little ass of the gymnast. Her lips covered the soft round mounds, licking and nipping the sweet-smelling skin. Lori moaned aloud. This was a new sensation for her, and she was loving it. Janelle’s tongue then worked its way into the cleft between Lori’s cheeks. The younger girl was in ecstasy as Janelle’s tongue found her exposed asshole and pussy. Janelle continued to lick and Lori continued to moan aloud. Finally, the older girl edged back. “That’s enough for tonight.” She grabbed the marker and initialed Lori’s ass, close to where Traci had done so not long before. She then got up, patted Lori’s behind, kissed her, and sent her on her way.

Lisa was at that moment in Traci’s room. Traci had earlier enjoyed administering a hand-spanking to Lori’s cute little butt, but seeing this gorgeous tall blonde now nude and submissively waiting before her, decided to spice it up a bit.

“For you, my pretty pledge, I’m going to want to see you hopping.”

Lisa looked at her quizzically. “Hopping?”

“Yes, my pretty plaything, I said ‘hopping.’ Come over here,” Traci said, reaching into a drawer and pulling out some velcro straps, which she then applied to Lisa’s ankles, tying them together, along with her arms behind her back. Lisa was still standing, but she couldn’t move, only hop. Traci then added a gag to keep her quiet, and then proceeded to slap Lisa’s bare ass. “Now hop for me,” she demanded.

Lisa didn’t know what else to do. She began hopping around the room, slowly, but with Traci walking behind her slapping her on the ass with her hand. “Oh, your butt looks so good bouncing up and down like that!” Lisa felt humiliated, but didn’t dare stop. She also felt incredibly turned on. The slaps continued, until finally she collapsed face down on Traci’s bed, her butt still up in the air, exposed to more of Traci’s attentions. But the red-haired soccer player had had enough. She planted a couple of warm kisses on Lisa’s reddened ass cheeks, then grabbed the marker and scribbled her name. “Three out of four, sweet-cheeks,” she said, as she undid the velcro straps, and helped Lisa stand up. “I really do love that pretty butt of yours, by the way,” she said, grinning. Lisa smiled back, in spite of herself. She would never admit it, but she had enjoyed the ordeal more than she would ever have imagined. The realization that she was actually enjoying being a submissive plaything was more than she could fathom at this time.

Meanwhile, Lori had knocked on Sharon’s door, and when she entered saw that the sultry Hispanic girl had prepared a special surprise for her. On the large table in the center of her room she had placed a large platter. Around the platter were items used for cooking and the preparation for food.

“I got hungry waiting for you, my sexy little morsel,” Sharon said. “Now quick, up on the table, and I’ll show you how to prepare the Spanish suckling pig, a recipe that’s been in my family for generations.”

Lori didn’t know what else to do. The older girl then pulled her up onto the platter, securing her wrists together in front of her as she knelt down onto it, face down and butt up, her ankles then secured together behind her. “You look totally delicious like that, my love,” murmured Sharon, trailing a finger along the curve of Lori’s upturned butt. “But I’m not finished yet.”

She then opened a small bottle of olive oil, and proceeded to rub it all over Lori’s lovely young body. All over the oil was rubbed in by Sharon’s experienced fingers, with perhaps a bit more attention paid to the gymnast’s small breasts and perfectly round little ass. Soon Lori’s skin was glistening in golden perfection. Sharon then sprinkled on some pepper, and garnished Lori with a few sliced cucumbers and radishes. “Ah, the perfect dish,” she said, her mouth actually watering as she watched Lori’s oiled body wiggle against the restraints, her mouth letting out an involuntary moan.

“Ah yes, I almost forgot,” said Sharon, as she reached over and grabbed an apple, placing it in the younger girl’s mouth. Then, stepping back to admire her work, she licked her lips and sighed. “Oh, if only cannibalism wasn’t illegal,” she said softly to herself. “Still, what jury could possibly convict me?” She leaned in and gently bit Lori’s oiled right rear end cheek, causing the younger girl to yelp. Sharon laughed and nipped her rear again.

At about this time Lisa was crossing the hall to Janelle’s room. She knocked, and heard Janelle’s voice say, “Enter.” In walked Lisa, and there was Janelle laying on her bed, naked, except for a large strap-on dildo securely attached around her waist. The black girl sat up, and said, “Come here, my pretty white slavegirl. Come here and present your ass to me. I want you. I want your body and your gorgeous round rump.”

Lisa was dumbfounded. She began to back away toward the door. But Janelle was too quick for her. She leaped up and grabbed her, forcefully kissing her on the mouth, one hand grabbing her right breast while the other circled her waist. “What are you afraid of? You’re mine tonight, whether you want to be or not! Surrender that beautiful body to me.” She kissed the younger girl hard on the side of her neck.

“I’m… I’m afraid,” whined Lisa. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Janelle stroked the trembling girl in her arms, running her hands along Lisa’s stomach, across her breasts, and then down to her soft, pliable butt. “Nobody’s going to hurt you, pretty girl. But this is the final ordeal you must endure in order to fulfill tonight’s initiation. You can do it. You must do it.”

Lisa nodded, and Janelle released her from her grasp, then took her hand and led her to the bed. Lisa submissively climbed up and laid on her stomach, as directed by Janelle, facing the wall. The older girl then manacled her wrists to the bed board, and then began slowly kissing her body. Lisa felt the tension leave her, as Janelle then got behind her and raised her butt, her hands placed firmly on Lisa’s hips, positioning her rear end so that she could take it from behind with the strap-on. It was lubricated, allowing it to slide easily into Lisa’s pussy. Nevertheless, the blonde girl squirmed and moaned softly as Janelle proceeded to pump her doggy style, her black hands squeezing the beautiful white ass cheeks of the trembling volleyball player. “Ah, this is so good,” Janelle said quietly. She continued to pump harder, Lisa’s moans becoming louder. “Quiet,” Janelle hissed, slapping the white girl’s sexy ass. She then slapped it again, whispering into Lisa’s ear, “Your ass jiggles so very nicely, you’ll have to remind me to spank it the next time you spend the night here with me.” Lisa moaned again, as the strap-on action continued, her pretty white butt being pumped repeatedly over the next half hour, as Janelle alternately caressed, and occasionally slapped the blonde girl’s sexy rear while enjoying her from behind. Finally, she pulled the strap-on out of Lisa’s pussy and lay on top of Lisa’s prostrate form. “That was so good,” she sighed, kissing her way up the blonde girl’s back to her neck. “Where’s the pen? You certainly earned my autograph on that pretty butt of yours.” She wrote her name on the still trembling white flesh.

Across the hall, in Alice’s room, the still oiled up Lori was standing in the bathroom while Alice turned on the hot water in the bathtub. “I can’t believe Sharon let you leave her room still oiled up like this,” she fumed. “I don’t want olive oil all over my sheets. Looks like I’ll have to wash you before I can play with you.”

Lori just looked down in exhaustion. It had been a long night, but it still wasn’t over, as she still needed Alice’s autograph on her now oily butt. Alice poured some bubble bath soap into the tub, then proceeded to bathe the pretty young gymnast. “Oh well, I might as well make this fun,” she said to herself before starting. She got up and reached into one of her dresser drawers, grabbing a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. She then put the blindfold around Lori’s eyes, then handcuffed the non-protesting girl with her arms up to a bathroom fixture, then gently guided her body into the soapy water. Soon Alice’s hands were gliding freely along the gymnast’s smooth young body, along her back, cupping her lush breasts, her smooth legs, and her sexy round ass. It was a thoroughly enjoyable experience, thought Alice, bathing the bound beauty. Occasionally she’d plant a kiss somewhere on the girl’s wet, silky skin, eliciting a moan of appreciation from the captive handcuffed girl. Soon Lori’s body was glistening and squeaky clean, the only evidence of the night’s action being the three named scribbled on her cute round rear in indelible ink. Alice dried the girl off, but when she looked for the marker it was nowhere to be found.

“But you need to sign my butt,” whined Lori, “or else I can’t get in the sorority!”

“Not to worry, my pretty plaything,” said Alice. “I know another way to mark my initials onto your sweet ass.” And with that she lifted up Lori’s rear, leaned down and proceeded to plant a hickey on the young girl’s tender tush.

“What good is that, Alice?” protested Lori. “I mean, I enjoy feeling your lips on my butt, but I need your initials there right now.”

“Not to worry, pretty girl, a few more hickeys and we’ll have the letter ‘A’,” laughed Alice, as she went in again.

It took a while, but by midnight both girls were resting comfortably in the living room of the Alpha house, their butts signed by all the women of Alpha house, their bodies now cleaned and pampered by their erstwhile tormentors. Both were in white cotton panties and tee-shirts sporting the Phi Kappa Alpha logo. Short-cut tee-shirts, as Alice and the other girls liked the way it showed-off their cute rear ends.

“You did it,” said Traci. “You’re both in!”

Sharon was holding Lori’s head on her lap, the younger girl almost asleep, while Lisa was laying on the adjoining couch, cuddling in Janelle’s lap.

“Yes, we’re in,” she murmured. “But we’ve got so much still to learn, and I’m just so happy you’re all here to teach us.”

“And that’s exactly what we plan to do,” Janelle murmured back. “Ain’t education a beautiful thing?”

The others all smiled in response.

At The Office

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Melissa enjoyed her job a lot… She had been working for the agency for a little over a year, and in that time had gotten two promotions along with nice raises. She had started as a general typist, but had soon shown superior talent and was given the job as the administrative assistant to one of the vice presidents. It was shortly after that happened that she got her big career break.

She was working late on a Friday… Her boss had a huge project that had to be in the client’s office, halfway across the country, first thing Monday morning. Melissa loved working for her boss, Sharon, a strikingly beautiful woman who, in her mid-forties, was quite a bit older than Melissa’s 26 years. Sharon is very tall and slender, with a mane of auburn curls that reaches halfway down her back. Her taste in clothing tends to white blouses and dark slacks, but they are obviously tailored and show off her tight butt.

Melissa is short at 5’1″ and blonde, with her curly hair just reaching her shoulders. Her body, while not fat by anyone’s standards, is more full than Sharon’s. Melissa usually dresses in short skirts that show off her shapely legs, but she is careful not to dress too provocatively at the office. Away from work, she tends to wear tiny little mini skirts and low cut tops, as she loves to show off her body. Melissa has been lesbian for several years, she got tired of men and their mind games and their refusal to grow up. She is single at the moment, as a couple of months ago she came home from work and found her last girl friend in bed with her own sister, and couldn’t handle it.

Melissa has no clue about Sharon’s sexual orientation… Sharon is always very professional around the office, but Melissa has also never seen her away from work. She has no idea whether Sharon has a husband, a boy friend, a girl friend, or what… She has noticed that Sharon does not wear a ring on the third finger of her left hand, but does wear several others.

That particular evening, Sharon seemed to be in a very good mood in spite of the stress they were under to complete the project. It looked like they would get it done without much difficulty, and after a while Sharon sent out for some Chinese food for the two of them. When it arrived, they took their food into the conference room and spread it out on the table.

Sharon looked at Melissa and said, “So, Melissa… First off, I want you to know that you have done a great job for me so far. I haven’t had a chance to say it, but keep up the good work!”

Melissa smiled and said, “Thanks… I figured that if there was a problem, you would have let me know. But it’s always nice to hear that I’m doing things to your satisfaction.”

“You are, definitely! We have never really had a chance to get to know each other. Tell me something about yourself!” said Sharon, as she dished herself some rice and chicken.

“Ummmmm… Like what?”

“Well, let’s see. You’re 26, right?” Melissa nodded her head, since her mouth was full of pork fried rice.

Sharon continued, “Okay, are you married? Boy friend? Kids? Pets?”

Melissa swallowed, then took a drink of water. She smiled. “No, no, no and no! None of the above. How about you, Sharon, are you married?”

The older woman laughed out loud. “Oh, God, no!”

When Melissa looked at Sharon blankly, she went on, “Didn’t you know that I’m a lesbian?”
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