“This is right by my house,” I said.
“Good, then you have no excuse…” she responded.
“I’ll check it out,” I promised, and with that, she left me to finish the meal preparation.
Chapter Two
I walked up the steps to my apartment building and another flight to my door. I was already breathing heavy, man I did need a gym!
Inside, I locked the door and fell onto the couch. It was late, and my feet ached, so unloading the car could wait until morning.
I pulled the business card from my pocket and stared at it.
Porter’s Gym and Fitness Lounge
What was a fitness lounge I wondered….
Carla Stein
Manager
She was different, but in a refreshing kind of way. I wasn’t sure why, but she was interesting to me…very interesting.
Ok, so maybe her gaydar was out, but it was wrong…I was straight, perfectly straight.
My mind drifted to Shawna and that night we spent together. It was innocent really, nothing spectacular, and she’s engaged now to a successful chef in New York, a male chef…so she obviously wasn’t a lesbian, so why was Carla so sure I was?
I did prefer lesbian porn, but that was only because the men in those movies were so grotesque. My boyfriend back home was a jock, a real man’s man, and he turned me on…well, not really.
I loved it when he kissed me, but when his hands traveled along my body, it tended to make me tense, not like when Shawna touched me.
My head fell onto the couch pillow, and my body sunk down into the fluffy seat as my hand slid to my belly, resting just above my pant line, as if I were trying to sneak up on my pussy that tingled in anticipation of the touch.
I let my back arch, pushing my hand closer to my pant line until the tips of my fingers were slid underneath the soft black fabric. My lace panties tickled my fingers as they brushed over them. My pussy throbbed as I
pushed my fingers underneath the lace and towards my soft, pink flesh.
The image of Shawna was still vividly clear in my mind, her soft brown curls that hung to her shoulders as she sat on the edge of my bed. Her breasts were large and full, not like my small perky ones that barely made cause for a bra.
I loved that look in her eye, the one right before she leaned in to kiss me for the first time. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and that kiss, oh how that kiss sent me over the edge of my grey world into a rainbow of pleasure.
Her lips were pouty and pink as they pulled away from me, and even though we were both a little tipsy, there was nothing about that moment I had forgotten, or would ever forget.
My fingers felt the slippery juices created between my legs and slid back and forth in them as I let out a soft sigh.
Shawna and I had decided to experiment with our sexuality after a party where truth or dare played between classmates turned a little steamy. Our talk led to “you curious?” and “we could try,” and “It doesn’t mean anything,” but, it did mean something to me, I just wasn’t sure exactly what.
My pussy wrapped around my fingers, the muscles pulling them inside, squeezing them as they plunged deeper into my tight hole.
Shawna’s pussy was so tight when I first slid a finger inside. It felt warm, soft, and strangely comforting as I watched her moan from my touch. My tongue barely grazed her clit, and only once dipped inside her pussy before she started giggling. I laughed with her, not really knowing what she found so funny at the time.
“Ok, we tried…” she said, tossing her hair behind her shoulder and leaning up on the bed.
My fingers worked deep inside my pussy as I remembered how she tasted, how she smelled, and how she looked spread wide open in front of me. I knew if she hadn’t started laughing, I would have continued with our sexual game until we were both satisfied, but she did laugh, and I didn’t finish…so did it even count?
My back arched hard, my breasts heaving towards the ceiling, my body let loose of the tension and juices flowed onto my fingers as I remembered how Carla had looked at me, as if she knew something I hadn’t told her, something maybe I even didn’t know…
My body twitched with the aftershock of my orgasm, holding onto my fingers with a strong and powerful force as I lay there confused about the thoughts that have managed their way into my head.