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Anything Goes
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Lesbian Female / 29
Living In New York, Where Nothing Is Normal
My day happened when I was in graduate school at Northwestern. I was at the top of my academic game and was set to graduate that spring. I got a six week internship in New York and my professor told me to take it, it would look good on my resume, even though it pushed my graduation back to the end of the summer.
I was a scholarship student, not rich and when I got to New York it was obvious to me that I didn't fit in with the rich kids there. My college clothes and purse and my obviously not professionally cared for hair and nails. I am good at what I do and I got recognition. I was invited to a party by one of the coworkers. It was in a small apartment and one guy I never saw before grabbed me and started to 'hump' me.
No one was listening, it was loud and people were smoking weed and doing other kinds of illegal substances, some girls were also in the hands of guys or women trying to fuck them. I hit this guy on the nose and he let me go, then he pinned me to the floor and he got my pants down far enough and fucked me. He got off of me wiping the blood off his nose calling me a bitch and walked off. I managed to get into the one bathroom, I had blood on my face and my chest and my blouse. In that moment when I had just been someone's bitch I was worried about how I looked.
If you want to make friends you fuck. Same for girls as for boys. Girls come onto you for the same reason. I had been around lesbians at school but nothing like these lesbians. It was all about the piece of ass they got, they called it getting lucky. I finished my internship having been fucked by two men and one woman.
I graduated and got a permanent job where I had interned. I lived with this girl I had met during my internship. She dressed me with the right clothes and I had my hair and nails done professionally. She loaned me j*welry and she guided me through the jungle with her arm around my shoulder, or holding my hand. She laid claim to me and sent out the signals, I was taken and not available.
We went to this one party, all lesbian, and the banging of girls was worse than the boy girl parties I had been to. I watched the young girls pretending to be lesbians and the older experienced women taking advantage of them. This one girl really got to me and got out from under my mistress and took her aside to protect her.
In my arms sitting in a corner she let me kiss her. We didn't have a place to go to get it on really, so we did our best with our hands between our legs. A fire had been lit in me for her and I made love to her on the floor not caring who was there or who was watching. I had behaved just like all the other more experienced women with young girls pretending to be lesbians.
We walked down the street, my mistress up front, I followed with my new puppy holding my hand. Back at the apartment where we were able to get in bed I made love to her over and over. My mistress sat back and laughed at us in puppy heaven. For the first time I had initiated it. Squeezing her into our little apartment.
I forgot about those guys who had screwed me in college, about those nights with a mistress training me, about the pretend relationship, about those people at work who wore masks and were totally someone else. Like so many other lesbians we knew we lived bundled up together, three to a bed, keeping house, and being a thing together.
Then one day it happened again, only now I was older and knew what was going on. I was the bitch and he was the one riding me. I am too small and he had me where he wanted me, he got my pants down and he screwed me on the carpet in front of everyone. In front of my girl. All I could tell her is that it happened. That's why she had to stay close to me.
To my knowledge my girl has never been screwed by a man. We are careful where we go and we no longer go to parties where the goal is getting laid, getting lucky. Mostly we socialize with other couples, some straight others lesbian. We don't trade off, we are monogamous, if that is the word for three girls who don't have sex outside of their coven. I won't tell you that sometimes when I'm distracted I don't look at some man and wonder if I could be his bitch, I get that feeling. And sometimes it takes a long time to go away.
I was a scholarship student, not rich and when I got to New York it was obvious to me that I didn't fit in with the rich kids there. My college clothes and purse and my obviously not professionally cared for hair and nails. I am good at what I do and I got recognition. I was invited to a party by one of the coworkers. It was in a small apartment and one guy I never saw before grabbed me and started to 'hump' me.
No one was listening, it was loud and people were smoking weed and doing other kinds of illegal substances, some girls were also in the hands of guys or women trying to fuck them. I hit this guy on the nose and he let me go, then he pinned me to the floor and he got my pants down far enough and fucked me. He got off of me wiping the blood off his nose calling me a bitch and walked off. I managed to get into the one bathroom, I had blood on my face and my chest and my blouse. In that moment when I had just been someone's bitch I was worried about how I looked.
If you want to make friends you fuck. Same for girls as for boys. Girls come onto you for the same reason. I had been around lesbians at school but nothing like these lesbians. It was all about the piece of ass they got, they called it getting lucky. I finished my internship having been fucked by two men and one woman.
I graduated and got a permanent job where I had interned. I lived with this girl I had met during my internship. She dressed me with the right clothes and I had my hair and nails done professionally. She loaned me j*welry and she guided me through the jungle with her arm around my shoulder, or holding my hand. She laid claim to me and sent out the signals, I was taken and not available.
We went to this one party, all lesbian, and the banging of girls was worse than the boy girl parties I had been to. I watched the young girls pretending to be lesbians and the older experienced women taking advantage of them. This one girl really got to me and got out from under my mistress and took her aside to protect her.
In my arms sitting in a corner she let me kiss her. We didn't have a place to go to get it on really, so we did our best with our hands between our legs. A fire had been lit in me for her and I made love to her on the floor not caring who was there or who was watching. I had behaved just like all the other more experienced women with young girls pretending to be lesbians.
We walked down the street, my mistress up front, I followed with my new puppy holding my hand. Back at the apartment where we were able to get in bed I made love to her over and over. My mistress sat back and laughed at us in puppy heaven. For the first time I had initiated it. Squeezing her into our little apartment.
I forgot about those guys who had screwed me in college, about those nights with a mistress training me, about the pretend relationship, about those people at work who wore masks and were totally someone else. Like so many other lesbians we knew we lived bundled up together, three to a bed, keeping house, and being a thing together.
Then one day it happened again, only now I was older and knew what was going on. I was the bitch and he was the one riding me. I am too small and he had me where he wanted me, he got my pants down and he screwed me on the carpet in front of everyone. In front of my girl. All I could tell her is that it happened. That's why she had to stay close to me.
To my knowledge my girl has never been screwed by a man. We are careful where we go and we no longer go to parties where the goal is getting laid, getting lucky. Mostly we socialize with other couples, some straight others lesbian. We don't trade off, we are monogamous, if that is the word for three girls who don't have sex outside of their coven. I won't tell you that sometimes when I'm distracted I don't look at some man and wonder if I could be his bitch, I get that feeling. And sometimes it takes a long time to go away.
