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From the Pages of Carmyn's Diary: A True Story 4

Girls and their toys!
June 14, 2007 11:48 p.m.
Dear Diary,

Two girls in one day! Not at the same time (not yet), but my, my, my wasn't today amazing.

After my previous entry, there was more sex to come, this time with one of my roommates. Guess who? No, not Melissa (not yet) but with Carrie and her toys!

Carrie came looking for me after I left practice early. She just wanted to make sure I was ok.

"Oh, yeah, I'm great," I smiled as I reminisced about what I was doing while she and everyone else were practicing. I was practicing, too-practicing how to make a girl cum with my mouth.

"You're smiling too much. What happened?" Carrie quizzed.

"Nothing," I lied, still glowing in bliss. "At least nothing you wanna hear."

"Let me be the judge of the that. Tell me," she pleaded.

"I was eaten out by Kimmi in the bathroom," I blurted out.

She smiled, "Damn, Carmyn. You get around."

"What does that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing mean, I promise. I'm just saying, you really are experimenting."

I laughed, "And I have a lot more to do."

"So does a dildo feel the same as a cock in your pussy?"

I hunched my shoulders. "Probably. I haven't used a dildo yet."

"I got one," she admitted as she searched through her trunk for it. "Wanna try it?" she questioned as she headed towards my bunk with a nude-colored rubber dildo, probably about 8 inches long.

"You're gay, too?" I inquired.

Thinking to myself, who knew so many cheerleaders were curious? Geez, this place is like heaven for lesbians. So glad to be here.

"I don't know. I've never been with another girl before, but I haven't been able to get the image of you and Robin out of my mind. Truth is, I bribed one of the counselors to make sure we roomed together this summer, because I wanted to use this with you."

"Carrie! You're kidding!" I laughed.

"No. I've decided to just tell you because you've been too occupied with trying to get Melissa that you haven't noticed the obvious hints I've been dropping you."

"Like throwing your ass in the air in front of me at practice today?" I wondered.

She nodded and smiled as she pulled her other hand from behind her back to broadcast another toy, a pink rubber double-headed dildo.

"Ready when you are!" I announced as we undressed and started fireworks in my bunk.

Carrie was your typical hot brunette with wavy hair extensions almost to her ass. About my height and weight, I was so jealous that she had such a flat tummy after giving birth a few months ago. She'd even gotten her son's zodiac sign tattooed on the right side of her stomach, right above her slim waist that housed a firm little ass and a low trimmed pussy.

We bumped and grind our pussy lips together as we rode the double-headed dildo like cowgirls. Her facial expressions turned me on the most. Every time I spontaneously thrusted the dildo in a new section of her insides, her dark brown eyes would roll and her bottom lip would tremble sporadically. Occasionally, she would pull her own hair and squeeze her tits.

"Fuck me hard, Carmyn! So fucking hard! Yeaaah! Yeaaah! Ohhh shiiit! I'm cummmming!"

Carrie was having ferocious orgasms back-to-back as we rode the pink dildo between our intertwined legs. Not an entire 15 minutes or so had gone by before she was exhausted. I hadn't cum once and was still in much heat.

She was panting and breathing heavily. "Thank you, Carm. Shit. I haven't had sex since before Caleb was born."

Now I understood why she was exploding like a volcano. Her kitty hadn't been pleased since the conception of her son. She explained to me that she was too scared to have sex with a guy again, because she didn't want to get pregnant again. So as her bisexual/lesbian friend, I was her detour. I didn't mind at all. While she laid naked next to me, drifting off to sleep, I used the nude dildo to get off.

"The baddest bitch is in the house!" Wendi yelled as she entered our cabin carrying all of her bags.

Being in the bed naked with her enemy wasn't a good thing for me as her best friend.

As I write this, Wendi is laying in Amber's old bunk bed, still awake now, texting someone. She hasn't said anything to me since she caught me and Carrie. I wanted to talk to her, but I don't know what to say.

I gotta go to sleep. We (my team) have to run 5 miles at 5 a.m. I'll worry about my friendship later.

A Very Satisfied Carmyn with A Sad Friend


June 15, 2007 2:01 a.m.
Dear Diary,

I'm sitting in the bathroom as I write this. I know I'm supposed to be sleep, but after my heated argument with Wendi, I can't sleep. I'm so damn mad at her.

After my last entry, I adjusted my pillow and tried to fall asleep. It was well after midnight, and we both needed our rested although her team didn't have practice until 10 a.m. But she was still texting whoever and laughing loudly.

I politely asked, "Wen, you mind keeping your voice down. I gotta be up at 5 a.m."

"You should've been sleeping instead of fucking, then," she said.

To avoid the back and forth, I ignored her comment and closed my eyes.

"You're such a slut, Carmyn."

I'd been called a slut before. But Wendi's method of saying it was intentionally an insult.

Still, I didn't want to argue, so all I said was "ok."

"You're really becoming disgusting," she continued.

"You could have stayed in cabin 7 if you're going to act like Amber," I shot back.

"If I knew my best friend would be fucking my enemy and my brother's fiancee, I would've stayed for sure!" she exclaimed.

I sat up. "Fi-fiancee?"

"Yes. My parents are pressuring him into marrying her because they have a child together."

"I didn't know. She said..."

"Whatever she said, it was lie. You should've already known that, Carmyn. What's wrong with you? You're trying to fuck every girl you know, ain't ya?"

It was a bad joke that slipped out. "I know you." I wanted to slap myself the second I said. I couldn't stop myself.

"You can't have me. I told you don't ever come at me like that. You know what, I don't think we should be friends, anymore. You're always thinking with your pussy."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. It was a joke, such a stupid joke. I wasn't coming on to you. I don't even find you attractive," I lied.

"So what the hell you saying? That bitch Carrie looks better than me? You're blind!" she yelled, waking up Carrie and Melissa.

I couldn't win for losing. So instead of putting my foot in my mouth again, I grabbed my diary and ran in here (the bathroom).

I messed up big time. I don't know what to do. But I need Wendi to forgive me. She's my best friend. She's been there for me through the thick and the thin, the good and the bad in the past year. I needed her. I have to make things right, but I don't know how. It seems as though I do have a problem. I've been with about 6 girls in less than a year.

It's getting so late. I've gotta get some sleep.

Carmyn, The Confused Leslut

P.S. But being with those 6 girls this past year have been delightful. And I know by their post-smiles that I've been a delight as well.

Carmyn The Delightful

Wait... I got a better name.

Carmyn Delite
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Copyright © All stories posted by Carmyn is solely composed by Carmyn. Frequently, I may compose stories based on chats with Lushees, but I will always be the author and will give credit to anyone who gives me an idea. In no way are either of my stories playwright. Similarities to someone else's stories, characters, events, and actions are mere coincidences. It is to be understood by all my readers that all stories I write are fictional.

Thanks for reading!

XOXO Carmyn

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