Bi-Sexual Female / 32
From Nerd To Real Life Experience, From Good Girl To Lesbian
It was a thing, before COVID, for the accounting department to get together for happy hour on Friday. Nerds sipping margaritas. This hot waitress leaned over the table to lay down a platter on nachos. Bruce, a senior accountant, couldn't pass up a vulva presented to him that way. He grabbed her vulva from behind and she came around like a puppet on a spring and slapped him. For him it was totally worth it.
As a good girl witnessing the whole event, and getting an eye full right up her legs of her vulva, his grabbing her did something in me. Lucky guy is what I thought, a girl would never do something like that.
The following week I was talking to my officemate. He brought it up. I defended Bruce, he was tempted by her, she flashed him on purpose. She was lucky he didn't fuck her. My roomie was surprised at my attitude. If only a girl could get away like that?
That weekend, on Saturday night, my roomie took me to a low class men's club. Not all girls respected the no touching rule, and not all the girls kept all the pink inside. He paid this one girl who looked like a weight lifter, to bend over and present me with her pink insides. Such a platter and my roomie rubbed my face in her. He asked me if I was satisfied. He hired another girl, one who wore her tits natural, to spend the night with him. Only he turned her over to me.
He got his jollies watching, masturbating, and I got my first pussy. It was nothing like I imagined, it was a thousand times better. I didn't focus on that she was a dancer and she was there for the money. And I did fall in love with her even when my better judgment told me to watch it.
It was a total secret between me and my office mate. He got to watch, and I got to perform for him. Including a wide open pussy for him to take in while I bent over to eat pussy. As the weekends came and went we found willing partners on the internet, that did it for the experience. Like Bruce my roomie gave in to the opportunity, grabbing me by the vulva, and continuing on to fuck me.
By the time we were shut in doing our work from home it was more a thing of verbal and some over the internet sexual posturing. I didn't ask what he was masturbating to and didn't tell him of the girl I met on the lesbian chat site. It wasn't until October that I met her in person, and we made up for months of nothing but masturbation. He went out, looking for a girl to hook up with.
We never again had happy hours working remotely. I had made my friend, or better said my girlfriend. He was a player, any girl, any time, was good enough for him. As to the legend of Bruce getting himself a handful of pussy? He's still the hero to the other nerds in the accounting department.
As a good girl witnessing the whole event, and getting an eye full right up her legs of her vulva, his grabbing her did something in me. Lucky guy is what I thought, a girl would never do something like that.
The following week I was talking to my officemate. He brought it up. I defended Bruce, he was tempted by her, she flashed him on purpose. She was lucky he didn't fuck her. My roomie was surprised at my attitude. If only a girl could get away like that?
That weekend, on Saturday night, my roomie took me to a low class men's club. Not all girls respected the no touching rule, and not all the girls kept all the pink inside. He paid this one girl who looked like a weight lifter, to bend over and present me with her pink insides. Such a platter and my roomie rubbed my face in her. He asked me if I was satisfied. He hired another girl, one who wore her tits natural, to spend the night with him. Only he turned her over to me.
He got his jollies watching, masturbating, and I got my first pussy. It was nothing like I imagined, it was a thousand times better. I didn't focus on that she was a dancer and she was there for the money. And I did fall in love with her even when my better judgment told me to watch it.
It was a total secret between me and my office mate. He got to watch, and I got to perform for him. Including a wide open pussy for him to take in while I bent over to eat pussy. As the weekends came and went we found willing partners on the internet, that did it for the experience. Like Bruce my roomie gave in to the opportunity, grabbing me by the vulva, and continuing on to fuck me.
By the time we were shut in doing our work from home it was more a thing of verbal and some over the internet sexual posturing. I didn't ask what he was masturbating to and didn't tell him of the girl I met on the lesbian chat site. It wasn't until October that I met her in person, and we made up for months of nothing but masturbation. He went out, looking for a girl to hook up with.
We never again had happy hours working remotely. I had made my friend, or better said my girlfriend. He was a player, any girl, any time, was good enough for him. As to the legend of Bruce getting himself a handful of pussy? He's still the hero to the other nerds in the accounting department.
