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At me? It seemed like a knowing smile. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. “I

know why you brought that up,” she finally said.

I fought panic for a split second, but then managed to relax. No she didn’t.

“Never mind,” I said, afraid I was going to lose my voice or something.

“You’re thinking about doing it yourself, aren’t you?”

“No!” I sort of squeaked.

“Yes you are: you’ve wondered what it would be like but you’re too shy to

approach anyone. Right?”

I was silent. Stunned, actually. This wasn’t going as I’d planned at all! She

giggled. “You *are* pretty transparent, you know.” I hoped not everyone saw

through me so easily! “I’ll tell you who you should talk to.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean…”

“Yes you did. You should talk to Sherry Davis.” Sherry Davis. My mind raced.

Sherry was not a reserved person at all. I suppose I might have chosen to try to

bring it up with *her* but she wasn’t nearly so approachable as Leslie. Sherry

tended to make me feel more nervous.

*Why Sherry?* I should have asked that question of Leslie right then, but I was

very nervous and when I’m nervous, I get quiet. And I wasn’t about to confirm

Leslie’s suspicions. Ha! As if going mute was going to hide anything.

Was Sherry interested in women? *I’d* certainly had no inkling–she certainly

*was* interested in men, and didn’t lack a social life. Me approach Sherry about

this? No way!

I *didn’t* approach Sherry. “Claire,” she said the next day as I passed her dorm

room.

“Yes?” Sherry never talked to me much, but even so, I wasn’t suspicious about

anything yet.

“Come here a second.” I came in and she closed the door behind me. We were

alone. Then suddenly my mind was fantasizing a conversation about me between her

and Leslie. I was ready to die.

She smiled at me. “Leslie tells me you’re interested in trying it with a woman.”

I kept myself in control. Sometimes I can act. I badly didn’t want to stand

there like an idiot. “She’s one to jump to conclusions,” I said, with what I

hoped was the right combination of amusement and confidence.

“Correct ones, for the most part,” answered Sherry without batting an eye. “She

knows I’ve tried it.”

I wasn’t going to bluff my way out. I stared at Sherry, paralyzed. And I

couldn’t help it. Was Sherry interested in me? Was I interested in her? Yes,

she was attractive. She wasn’t… well, she *was* friendly in a way, but still

somehow she frightened me. I couldn’t imagine being *comfortable* around her.

“But she *doesn’t* know…” she continued, “that I’m already *in* a such a

relationship.” By this time, I’m almost sure my mouth was hanging open. She

smiled at me: a little friendlier smile than when I’d first entered, and I felt a

little more comfortable. And evidently she *wasn’t* going to make a pass at me.

This was the first woman I’d known who had *told* me she’d done it. Before this,

other than some women who were definitely Lesbian, I’d had a couple of

suspicions, but never had been *sure* that the women were doing anything! I

couldn’t help myself. I was curious beyond belief. “You’d like to know who,

wouldn’t you?” she said. When, once again, I couldn’t voice my assent for fear

of looking nosey as well as being embarrassed, she went on: “Donna Strickland.”

Donna Strickland. Sherry was carrying on with Donna Stickland? I didn’t know

Donna too well–on thinking of it, I realized she was probably a bit shy like me.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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At me? It seemed like a knowing smile. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. “I

know why you brought that up,” she finally said.

I fought panic for a split second, but then managed to relax. No she didn’t.

“Never mind,” I said, afraid I was going to lose my voice or something.

“You’re thinking about doing it yourself, aren’t you?”

“No!” I sort of squeaked.

“Yes you are: you’ve wondered what it would be like but you’re too shy to

approach anyone. Right?”

I was silent. Stunned, actually. This wasn’t going as I’d planned at all! She

giggled. “You *are* pretty transparent, you know.” I hoped not everyone saw

through me so easily! “I’ll tell you who you should talk to.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean…”

“Yes you did. You should talk to Sherry Davis.” Sherry Davis. My mind raced.

Sherry was not a reserved person at all. I suppose I might have chosen to try to

bring it up with *her* but she wasn’t nearly so approachable as Leslie. Sherry

tended to make me feel more nervous.

*Why Sherry?* I should have asked that question of Leslie right then, but I was

very nervous and when I’m nervous, I get quiet. And I wasn’t about to confirm

Leslie’s suspicions. Ha! As if going mute was going to hide anything.

Was Sherry interested in women? *I’d* certainly had no inkling–she certainly

*was* interested in men, and didn’t lack a social life. Me approach Sherry about

this? No way!

I *didn’t* approach Sherry. “Claire,” she said the next day as I passed her dorm

room.

“Yes?” Sherry never talked to me much, but even so, I wasn’t suspicious about

anything yet.

“Come here a second.” I came in and she closed the door behind me. We were

alone. Then suddenly my mind was fantasizing a conversation about me between her

and Leslie. I was ready to die.

She smiled at me. “Leslie tells me you’re interested in trying it with a woman.”

I kept myself in control. Sometimes I can act. I badly didn’t want to stand

there like an idiot. “She’s one to jump to conclusions,” I said, with what I

hoped was the right combination of amusement and confidence.

“Correct ones, for the most part,” answered Sherry without batting an eye. “She

knows I’ve tried it.”

I wasn’t going to bluff my way out. I stared at Sherry, paralyzed. And I

couldn’t help it. Was Sherry interested in me? Was I interested in her? Yes,

she was attractive. She wasn’t… well, she *was* friendly in a way, but still

somehow she frightened me. I couldn’t imagine being *comfortable* around her.

“But she *doesn’t* know…” she continued, “that I’m already *in* a such a

relationship.” By this time, I’m almost sure my mouth was hanging open. She

smiled at me: a little friendlier smile than when I’d first entered, and I felt a

little more comfortable. And evidently she *wasn’t* going to make a pass at me.

This was the first woman I’d known who had *told* me she’d done it. Before this,

other than some women who were definitely Lesbian, I’d had a couple of

suspicions, but never had been *sure* that the women were doing anything! I

couldn’t help myself. I was curious beyond belief. “You’d like to know who,

wouldn’t you?” she said. When, once again, I couldn’t voice my assent for fear

of looking nosey as well as being embarrassed, she went on: “Donna Strickland.”

Donna Strickland. Sherry was carrying on with Donna Stickland? I didn’t know

Donna too well–on thinking of it, I realized she was probably a bit shy like me.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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