Sarah didn't mind being in a house full of lesbians because it was far better than staying outside in the rain. She didn't have anything against lesbians like her friends did and only pretended to be disgusted by them. Sarah knew nothing about them besides the typical lesbian stereotypes she often heard. The one that was holding her hand didn’t fit any of those stereotypes and she wouldn’t have guessed the girl was gay. When the woman grabbed her hand, she didn’t fully understand why she went with her or where the woman was taking her.
The wet loose top that she had on barely covered her breasts and had one of the four buttons undone to make her breasts more visible. They were the perfect size to attract men like a moth to a flame and anything more significant or smaller would take away from its overall beauty. She loved her large breasts and how she could use them to control men. She was also wearing a short black skirt because she loved showing off her sexy legs. She knew dressing this way with her flaming red hair would make her irresistible to men.
The girl holding her hand was a Latino with an athletic body around her age. She was surprised by how attractive a lesbian girl could be, and even the one who opened the door was also gorgeous. Sarah would never admit that she never noticed the other lesbians who took her friends away because she was mesmerized by the Latino beauty. It would be too shameful for her to say out loud that she thought a lesbian was cute or that she checked an ass out that belonged to one.
It wasn't because she could never admit that another girl was pretty, and it had more to do with being a girl admiring a lesbian. She feared that it would come off as a sign that she was also gay and didn't want to be labeled a lesbian. Sarah didn't think it was a big deal checking out the girl's ass because she often found a woman's body to be beautiful. She thought girls were just as beautiful as men, but she did more than look at men. Out of all of her friends, she was the most risqué and adventurous when it came to sex.
Sarah didn't come to college to be a nun but to have some fun. She performed oral sex on a guy that she had just met that night in the bathroom. The guy was cute, and she didn't come to the club just to dance. Sarah was finally free from her parent’s strict rules and decided to do everything that they tried to prevent her from doing.
The girl leading her deeper into the house wore a black crisscross halter top and brown twill shorts. Sarah let herself glance at the girl's ass again while being led down the hall. She wished that her butt was that round instead of the little one she had. It was nice but not as good or beautiful as the girl was.
The only encounter she ever had with a girl but never considered it a lesbian act because some girls learned to kiss each other. During a sleepover before going off to different colleges let her friend teach her how to kiss. She only did it to be a better kisser for the boys and had no desire to go any further than that. Sarah was unaware that her friend was into girls, or she used the whole teaching thing as an excuse to make out with her.
Sarah had her first date after she got to college, and it was there that she learned the joy of sex. During that date, she found out that there were better things to do with a guy than kissing them. After losing her virginity gave it up to every guy that made a move on her and got so addicted to sex that she once let a group of guys fucked her at a frat party. The number of men she slept with didn't bother her because it was college, and experimenting with things is what you did there.
Today was Sarah's twenty-first birthday and was out celebrating it with her friends at a wild new club that just opened up right out of town. They played some great music there with plenty of cute guys that lined up to dance with her. She spent most of the night dancing with several different men before sneaking into the bathroom with one of them.
The girl led her to the part of the house where a party was going on. The music was at the perfect volume where it wasn’t too loud to think unlike those parties’ frat boys like to throw. The room had a dance floor with a few women dancing provocatively that was near a bar with tables. It looked more like a barroom than a room in a house, and it was packed full of women.
Being surrounded by lesbians made her feel naked all of a sudden. Some of them were undressing her with their eyes which made her feel like a sheep in a den of wolves. It didn’t bother her that these women wanted to fuck her but felt more empowering that they did. She liked being desired and it didn’t matter if it was by a man or a woman. The more vulnerable Sarah felt the more she got off on it and had a bad habit of flirting with danger.
The woman that led her to this room didn’t let go of her hand until they got to the bar. The bartender was an attractive woman with jet-black hair and her ponytail gave her a youthful appearance. For some reason, Sarah couldn’t stop herself from staring at the woman’s breasts as she approached the bar. The bartender had her shirt unbuttoned creating a rather sexy cleavage that even a straight girl would stop to admire. The woman was too busy washing the bar off with a towel to notice that Sarah was staring at her breasts.
The way the bartender's breasts were pressing hard against her nearly open shirt gave the impression that it could pop out any second. Sarah doubted that the girl was wearing a bra because she saw no sign of one. She knew that bartenders sometimes dressed sexy to get better tips, and this woman ensured it by displaying her tits.
Sarah tried not to stare at the girl's breasts but was powerless to look away. She admired women's beauty from time to time and feared that her actions would give off the wrong impression. The last time she saw breasts that had affected her like this was last week while she was in college.
Sarah was talking with her professor when the woman bent over her desk to find her paper and accidentally flashed her. Ms. Anderson was wearing a loose shirt that opened up exposing both of her breasts. The woman was in her late thirties and looked too proper to have a wild side. She could see two large nipples with a pair of silver handcuff piercings hanging off one of them.
She was shocked to see that her teacher wasn't as proper as she once thought and wondered what else was the woman hiding. The professor's breasts weren't as big as hers, but they were still a decent size. The window to this woman's world was open for a brief moment just for her eyes only and it gave her a new respect for her professor.
"Let's get something to drink, and by the way, I am Regina. Tina here is an excellent bartender that can make you anything you want," Regina said with a slight Hispanic accent.
"What can I give you? A flaming Orgasm, or would you prefer Sex on The Beach," Tina said while making it clear she was flirting with her through sexual innuendo.
Sarah didn’t know how to react but with a man, she would’ve flirted back until the two of them ended up fucking. She never had a girl so boldly flirt with her like that and didn't know how to handle it. She was so taken aback by it that she didn't pay any attention to the woman’s eyes looking down at her breasts.
She was expecting something but nothing that bold or to the point. Sarah expected that kind of action from men like being asked if her carpet matches the drapes. Few men asked her that and she always replied with, “You will never know.” Rude men like that don’t get her time or body. It was a little unsettling hearing a woman using such sexual innuendo toward her.
"I will just have a glass of wine," Sarah said, feeling uncomfortable and avoiding eye contact with Tina.
"Are you sure that I can't interest you in an orgasm," Tina teased flirtatiously.
"No, a wine will be fine," Sarah said nervously.
"I am only playing, sugar, and I could tell that you were straight when I first saw you. Sorry, but I get a kick out of making straight people squirm," Tina replied with a smile.
Sarah was on her second glass of wine when she started to relax and found that she liked Tina. The woman kept flirting with her, but she didn't mind anymore. Sarah realized the woman had a flirty personality that drove her to say sexual things to people. The woman kept her hands to herself, which she appreciated and noticed a few times Tina's eyes wandering down to her chest. Sarah didn't mind as long as it didn't go any further than that because she wanted to keep her sexual experimentation to men.
Sarah found that Regina was also a delight to talk to and was funny at times. They were in a deep conversation when two girls came up to the bar ordering some shots. One was Julia, a nineteen-year-old blonde girl with pigtails that looked like a sixteen-year-old version of Emily Browning. She wore a short plaid skirt and a white blouse that made her look like a Catholic schoolgirl.
Sarah thought she looked a little too innocent to be here, but she knew that looks could be deceiving. The other girl was Samantha, who had short brown hair that reminded her of a cute guy she once dated. Samantha wore a band T-shirt that Sarah had never heard of before and blue jeans. She found herself attracted to her for a brief moment before pushing those feelings away while trying to focus on something else.
They were friendly and wanted her to drink some shots with them. Sarah didn't think any harm would come from that and decided to follow them to their table. They were having a good time downing a few shots while telling dirty jokes that got dirtier than the last one told. She drank enough to make her a little drunk, and alcohol had the habit of making her do crazy things.
Alcohol let her open up to do things that she usually wouldn't do, and it was the reason she let a group of guys have sex with her at a party. She can get a little freaky when drunk that always ends with her having sex with some random guy. She blamed her parents for her wild behavior by not letting her date growing up to experience things like the other girls her age.
She spent the last three years doing what she had missed during high school with more men than she could count. The alcohol gave her the confidence to explore her sexuality in many wonderful lustful ways. Sarah still did sexual things sober but not as crazy when drunk and that is when her true inner slut comes out.
Sarah didn't think being a slut was terrible and found it could be freeing at times. Sober, she overthought the risk, but after a few drinks her legs opened without much thought. Sarah would never let anyone tell her what to do with her body or feel shameful for liking sex. She doesn't need anything to drink to have sex; it's just that alcohol allows her to do things without thinking about it.
The gangbang she participated in was a perfect example of it, and she let herself be filmed by one of the guys while she was blowing him as one of his friends was pounding her from behind. If she wasn't drunk wouldn’t have let them talk her into going upstairs with them where they took turns fucking her. Sarah didn’t regret it in the lease because doing crazy shit like that was part of college life.
"Let's have some fun while we drink and play risk poker," Samantha said with enthusiasm.
"What is risk poker?" Sarah asked with some interest.
"It is a combination of truth or dares and strip poker. When betting, you write down a dare, truth, or strip on some paper and put it in a pile on the table. The one with the lowest hand must do whatever is drawn or answer truthfully to a question by the winner. Getting a dare or the truth is just like the game, but you don't get a choice. A strip is the winner's choice of what you must take off, and it must be only one thing," Samantha said, explaining the rules with some excitement.
Sarah had drunk enough that her wild side was kicking in and was up to doing something crazy. She thought the game sounded fun and naughty. Sarah's mind wasn't clear enough to see it any more than some girls fooling around. She was too drunk to care if she ended up naked or what the risks were playing this game with lesbians. She liked the idea of the game that she agreed to play it. Julia, Regina, and even Tina decided to play too.
Tina grabbed a deck of cards, some paper, pens, and a bottle of rum from underneath the bar. They found a table near the corner of the room and poured some rum into glasses that Samantha carried over from the bar. Sarah was halfway done with her rum when they started the game and felt her inner slut wanting to come out.
The game started slowly with minor dares and a few truths. Tina was the first to lose and had to talk about her first time with a girl. She told the tale with a smile about sleeping at a friend's house when she was eighteen a week after graduating high school. While she was asleep her friend Rachel tried carefully to explore her body without waking her.
When she woke up realized her pajama top was unbuttoned and felt the cool air covering her bare breasts with one of her nipples wet with saliva. Rachel was successful at sucking on Tina’s breast without waking her but woke her up as she slipped her hand into Tina’s pajama pants. She bit down on her lips because she didn't want her friend to know that she was awake. She was too scared to do anything, and it felt too good to stop. She pretended to be asleep while her friend played with her pussy until she had an orgasm before giving herself fully over to Rachel. Sarah could almost see it and felt herself becoming aroused by the story.
Samantha lost next, and her dare was to kiss everyone playing the game. Sarah's heart was pounding hard in her chest after hearing the dare would involve her. Each kiss she saw turned her fear into excitement, and each kiss was more erotic than the last. When it came to be her turn to get a kiss, she was looking forward to it, closing her eyes, and felt a peck on her cheek. She felt disappointed when it didn't happen and couldn't stop thinking about sharing a kiss with that woman.
Thinking about it brought back memories of her friend Monica from high school and how they would practice kissing to prepare themselves for the boys. She could still feel how her lips felt and how her tongue tasted like cherry popsicles that were just in her mouth. The heat of her body pressed against her with only their T-shirts and panties separating their naked flesh from each other.
Sarah shook her head, trying to knock those thoughts loose, and didn't know why she turned an innocent experience sexual. She knew that alcohol could make her horny and act out in sexual ways. She was a little drunk but not to the point of being out of control.
Sarah lost the next hand and had to answer if she had ever kissed a girl. Alcohol didn't just make her more sexual, but it also made her truthful and removed the filter from her brain that kept her from saying too much. She told them everything, including that her friend also taught her how to masturbate as well. The only sexual education she got back then was by her friend Monica when they talked about sex.
She told them how her parents wouldn't let her date because they wanted her to focus on school without any distractions from boys. She told them how Monica explained it would be embarrassing to kiss a guy and be bad at it. High school was where you learned stuff like that before going off to meet real men at college.
Sarah explained that Monica talked her into giving her a few lessons by telling her this was how girls learn to kiss. Monica kept saying that she was doing better but needed more lessons and kept on teaching her until she left for college. She didn't mind and confessed that she rather enjoyed kissing her friend.