Speed Dating

After my friends learned I was gay, they not only accepted me -- besides Sarah -- but also made it their goal to find me someone. So when they found out their was a speed dating session for homosexuals, they signed me up instantly. Apparently it is completely anonymous, going so far as to make us sign a waver that promised to keep the identities of the people with red stickers hidden. Apparently, they could sue us otherwise, so whatever don’t rat out the red stickers. That was all fine and dandy until the next girl arrived at my table. It was my crush: Jackie, the head cheerleader. However, she had the red sticker on her shawl. She told me how her family was just a bunch of christian zealots and that was why she was still in the closet and how she first found out she was gay in church when she saw this cute girl there. All in all, we hit it off extremely well. Except that red sticker kept bothering me. I wanted to gush and gush over her, so I said something stupid. I told her to come out to her family. Then our five minutes ended with my foot in my mouth.

I mentally beat myself up for it the rest of the night, completely ignoring other attendees as I wallowed in my own stupidity. I could have gotten her number. I could have dated her in secret. I could have not been an idiot. Of course my friends wanted details the next day, but I just used the waiver as an excuse to avoid the topic. That changed, however, when I saw Jackie. She had a black eye, a line of bruises on her left side, and her eyes were red and puffy. I was an idiot and a fool, but I am no dumbass. She told her parents, and they weren’t happy. I managed to convince her to call the cops, and I offered her my shoulder. I did not expect her to instead wrap her fingers into mine before resting her head on my shoulder. Before we parted, she whispered something that made me happy, sad, and angry at myself all at the same time and then left with a smile. In my hand was a small piece of paper. Just 7 numbers.

“You know... We go to the same church.”

Too Drunk

Hey I think you've had a little too much too drink,” she said. I felt fine and was trying to get my keys back, so I could go home. Sure I may have a slight slur, but I was fine. She continued to lecture me. She sounded just like my mom. I decided she needed to be quiet.

I pulled her into a kiss, and just like I guessed she went quiet after we parted. Though now she was giving me this dumb look, like I’d done something crazy. Here she was lecturing me about the dangers of drunk driving like I was five, but I was the crazy one for kissing her.

“Did you just kiss me...?” was the first thing she managed. Since she obviously couldn't remember it, I felt it was my duty to remind her, so I kissed her again. This time I could feel her hand raise tentatively to my neck. I used this opportunity to grab my keys; however, I found it difficult to find with my eyes shut. To buy more time, I fought my tongue into her mouth, taking dominance over her tongue. Finally, I found them, but, when I went to pull for them, I felt her smirk into my kiss.

Next thing I know, she’s got control and my other hand, the one holding the key and not her waist. We pull apart for air and she gasps, “I guess I’ll have to take you home.”

POV

I could never understand it. No matter how many times I looked down and saw my own breasts there was nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. However, when I looked at the same exact things on someone else, it had me stumbling worse than a drunk. To top it off, I found myself a frequent viewer of not so appropriate sites.  Something I just so happened to be doing right now while my roomate, a smoking hot babe if I can say so, was out getting “turned up” at some party. Just the thought of her... curvacious body was sending shivers all up and down my body. Somehow, I found myself on her facebook page where she showed about as much decency as an infant, not that I was complaining. I began to sort through her photos and had to push a few naughty thoughts on what I wanted to do with HER breasts to the back of my mind.

That didn’t last long as I found myself craving her chest. That and the rest of her too. I guess this makes me gay? Not that I mind, and, in fact, I found the thought very comforting. I scrolled through another photo to one where she had nothing on but panties and her arm across her nipples, and I almost dropped my computer off my lap.

To make matters worse I hear the door open, and she calls out. “I’m home!” I never have moved so quick to close my screen as she approached. “What’cha looking at?” she asked, pulling at my laptop.

“Nothing!” I shot out, my cheeks were easily red from the warmth coming from them. I had to keep my eyes from crisscrossing her very very low cut shirt. She of course choose then to adjust it, revealing a cute pink bra. I didn’t even feel the computer slip out of my hands nor hear her crack it open, but thankfully it was locked. She pouted and huffed at me to open it, letting the scent of alcohol drift over to me. She dipped her chest low once again. If she did it again I wasn’t sure I could hold myself back.

She dipped, and she quickly came to enjoy my touch.

Are you ready? (Mature-ish)

"Are you sure?" she asked for the forth time, "we don't have to do this if you aren't comfortable."

"I said I', fine, Jenn," I said with a light chuckle. "To be honest, I'm liking this position a lot."

"Oh are you now?" she teased, dropping her cleavage a little lower. I couldn't help but look. "Oh you really are a pervert!"

She went quiet after we had our share of laughs, and from the way she was playing with my bra and the look full of lust it was obvious what she wanted. I ran my hand along her leg and said, "What are you waiting for?" She bit at her lip which was really sexy, before she slipped her hand underneath me. I met her lips halfway there as I felt my bra slacken and fall off. It's support was quickly replaced by Jenn's gentle touch. I let out a moan into our kiss. She tried to pull away, but I wasn't having that and pulled her back. While she kneaded my breasts, one of my hands shot up to her bra strap, and the other happily stroked at her lower back. It wasn't long after I undid her bra that she began to let out moans of her own. I rose up a knee and she didn't hesitate to use it to rub herself on.

"Let's get these off," I mumbled into her lips, tugging her last shred of clothes down her legs. To say she was wet was an understatement, but that could also be said if I said it aroused me a little. However, before I could slide my hands back up, she slipped her hand into my panties.

"My turn," she teased, pressing her lips to mine again. I submitted... for now.

Last Night

Do I say ‘score?’ I mean look at this babe I caught! Sure she may have had a few to drink, but I mean she’s hot! Really hot! However, she had this brother who was not so accepting of me kissing her. She layed him flat on his ass with one kick to the balls and dragged me off to some hotel. When I woke up, I expected myself to be alone; however, when I turned to the left, I was face to face with the dirty blonde.

“Morning,” she purred, captivating me once again. My eyes traced her partially exposed body and the previous night came back to me, bringing a smile to my face.

“Morning,” I returned. I decided to let my sight rest on her lips. I followed the smeared lipstick down the her jar where there were three hickies trailing down to her collarbone. I let my mind wander the memory of her breasts in my hands, and hers on my own breasts.

The sound of a phone ringing tore me from my thoughts as she leaned out of the covers, exposing her perky breasts. She tossed me my phone and I answered.

“How’s Friday sound?” her voice whispers into my ear through the phone. I glance backwards and smile.

“Yeah, Friday works.”

Squeeze

"Go ahead and feel them," she said, puffing out her chest. I hesitantly stretched out my hands before stopping a little before. She, however, steps closer. I let out a yelp, but I don't remove my hands. "See they're real. I'm just wearing a pushup bra." This is when I was supposed to remove my hands, but instead I continue to grope her chest.

"They're so soft..." I mumble. She's quiet, so I glance up away from her breasts. I was not expecting her face to be blushing. I quickly retracted my hands.

"You don't have to stop..." she says just above a whisper. I find my hands clenching onto her breasts again. She let's out a moan, and I start feeling aroused myself. Not as much as when I felt her hands snake up my sides and stop at my own, smaller, breasts. "They're the perfect size." She begins to play with them, and I can't suppress my own moan. Her expression had changed from the last time I looked at it. She now looked... wanting. She released one of my breasts to pull my head towards hers, leading into a kissing session only broken apart by our need to breath. She pulled me, by the hem of my shirt, to her bed. We both collapsed downwards, taking nary a second to continue.

She pulled away. "Tonight, you're mine," she purred and went back in.

This one contains a few spelling mistakes, but otherwise is pretty good (IMO). I hope you enjoy! Also, IT's a GIF!

Ex-Boyfriend (Mature Content)

So my boy- ex-boyfriend decided he wanted a threesome. I’ll admit I had maybe a few beers and I wasn’t thinking right, so I agreed. Well... We never made it that far. With him that is. He wanted us to start by ourselves, and he’d join in. That changed with the first kiss. At first I thought it was the booze, but I have never had a kiss do so much to me! It started soft, but she became feisty. My ex? He was shocked, but not as much as when we kicked his ass out. He banged on the door for several minutes before he cursed us both out and left.

That kiss was not all we did. Her fingers caressing my sides sent icy hot chills through my body. Then she slipped her fingers under my blue shirt to find I wasn't wearing a bra. She stopped and gave me this mischievous look, but she sent her fingers to work. I couldn't stop the moan from releasing when her hands began to play with my nipples. She was amazing and was doing this all while glued to my face. Only did she pull away to strip us of our clothes before reattaching ourselves.  That night I truly learned what it was like to love another woman.

I know it really isn't ALL that adult or anything but it is a step forward! Of course I would love to hear from some of the people who drop by!

Bully

Sorry for the delay on this caption! I really wish I got more traffic... Maybe if I start doing more adult content... Tell me if you think I should! And as always I take suggestions!