Dreaming Myself Into Trouble

When I was in college I worked part time as a waitress for a college area bar and grill. Working with me was a waitress named Alicia. Like me tall, voluptuous with curves and bosom. She was a fun person and we got along like lost friends. I started dreaming about her, kissing her, caressing her breasts, touching her and fingering her, ending by burying my face in the pillow dreaming it was her pussy while playing with my clit. Night after night after night.

At work I was all over her and another waitress called me a dyke. In the restroom I kissed her and she didn't push back, all she did was ask if I was a dyke. On a night out with her I put my hand in her lap and she put her hands on my hand. That night she came home with me and we did what I had been dreaming of. The next morning as we were having breakfast she asked if I was a dyke.

One night after work when we were getting hot she told me to lean back and she took this little clamp with teeth and she clipped it to my clit. Then we made love, with her finger on the clip which drove me into ecstasy. We discovered we liked dancing, and we started going to art festivals. It started to become obvious we were in love, and she pushed the envelope and described us on Facebook as La Femme and her Dyke.

At one dance weekend a guy kept hitting on us, I told him I was a dyke and not on the market. As for Alicia she was my girlfriend and she was off limits. In spite of our efforts he clung to us and we ended up in a three way, my clip on my clit, my face in Alicia's pussy and his cock in me hitting my G spot. When Alicia reached her hand under me and pressed her finger on my clip, everything exploded.

I am not bisexual, I'm a dyke. But that night we did something we shouldn't have. Toys and more toys, they don't do me justice. Not after being pumped by the real thing. Maybe we just tried the forbidden fruit, maybe we are kinkier than we want to admit, but now when my face is in Alicia's pussy I'm dreaming of a hot cock.