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A soft noise drew the girls attention to the door. A note had been slipped underneath, folded just once. Gina picked it up and read it out loud to Julie.

"You must be in the attic wearing nothing but your ceremonial robe at 9:30pm. Your hair must be worn away from face in ponytail style. Wear no make up, perfume or jewelry. Do not be late."

Julie drew a deep breath. "I was wondering if we were supposed to be naked under the robe."

"Well," Gina replied, "I'm not going naked. How will they know? It's no ones business what I'm wearing underneath."

With eyebrows raised Julie whispered to Gina. "I would do just as the note says. You don't want to mess this up."

Gina didn't respond. She simply took off the shirt and shorts she was wearing and slid the robe on over her bra and panties. There was no way anyone was going to see her pudgy body making lumps in the robe. Gina had always been a little heavy and self conscious of anyone seeing her naked. She rarely dated just from fear of a boy making fun of her once her clothes were off.

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After a minute, she stopped the kiss and pulled back her face from mine and our eyes locked. She kept rubbing up and down my slit and over my clit and I felt powerless to say a word. Catherine finally spoke up. "You're getting wet. I would like you to come in my bedroom with me"

Oh my god, my head was spinning. I'd never so much as kissed a girl and now one of the prettiest women I'd ever known wanted to have sex with me. I didn't say anything but Catherine took my hand and led me into her room. She started to undress me. I shivered when she took my bra off. "Nice tits!" she purred. Then she removed all her own clothes but her bra and panties and got on her knees in front of me.

Catherine could sense my tension "relax dear," she said as she began to pull my panties down.

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It started the evening after a seriously successful presentation. We were tired and exhilarated and hungry and certainly were running on an emotional high. So we celebrated and did something we hadn't done very often, we got drunk! I mean pretty badly wasted – seriously shitfaced!

I woke up about 3AM only partially clothed, and none of it covering any of my more sexual body parts. My tits were exposed and my ass was bare. My top was around my waist, my panties were around one ankle, and I felt like the entire Marine Corps had walked through my mouth on their way to making a spectacular noise in my head! It was not a good waking up!

My back was registering a warm object next to me. Now to be honest this wasn't the first time I had gotten drunk and woke up with someone in my bed. It wasn't a habit, but it had happened before. The first time was in college and it led to a nice year long relationship that ended pretty well.

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Amy took a shower and wet to bed. That night she dreamed of Harley. She woke up the next morning like she hadn’t slept at all, she felt like shit. She went to school. There were the roses, three dozen this time. These had cards from Harley expressing her love for her teacher. All through her first class, Amy tried not to make eye contact with Harley. She wasn’t a lesbian, and even if she was, she couldn’t carry on an affair with her student. The day as restless, but Amy was glad it was over at two o’clock. She was sitting at her desk reading a magazine. She heard a knock on the door. She told them to come in. It was Harley.

“Hi Ms. Carter.”

“Hi. What can I do for you?”

Amy noticed how Harley was dressed. She was wearing a short plaid skirt and a see through blouse, and if she wasn’t mistaken, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“It’s not what you can do for me, it’s what I can do for you.”

“Harley I-”

“You look so tense, let me help you.”

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The next to the last house was the one that took me by surprise. The woman who answered Randy's quiet knock on the door was beautiful. It was Reggie! It surprised me because that's not where she lived. She was wearing a long, flowing dress made of some kind of nearly transparent, shiny royal-purple fabric. She looked absolutely stunning in the sexy dress. I could see she was wearing nothing under it except a black-satin thong. I could also see her nipples trying to press their way through the thin fabric as the cool breeze blew through the open door. I was getting more excited than a mosquito at a nudist colony. Finally, I got my breath back enough to speak. "Reggie! What are you doing here?" I asked.

"My friend Tonya lives here. I'm helping her with the trick-or-treaters while she gets things ready for our ceremony tonight," she answered.

"I didn't know Tonya was one of your friends," I replied.

"Oh yeah, for a long time," Reggie said.

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Three weeks after we had first cum together I decided I couldn't take it anymore. Every time we went to bed I wanted to just walk over and get in next to her and just kiss her and snuggle, then fuck her. But I had no idea how to make a move on a girl. I had never even asked a guy out before, I had always waited until they asked me. And if I did ask her, would I really have sex with a girl? Having another girl eat me would be weird, and I had no idea how to give head to a girl, or even if I could. I might get down there and freak out. Finally, I decided to do something about it. It was the last Friday in September and I was in the Library reading late in the afternoon (like I said, I'm a geek). I couldn't concentrate though. I would read a sentence and realize that my mind had drifted and I was thinking about Amy. "I have to find out," I thought. I decided to go up to the dorm and see if she was there. I knew that Renee was working, and that Amy was staying on campus that weekend.

When I got up to the dorm Amy was sitting on her bed reading some trashy novel. She covered up briefly with a sheet when I opened the door. "Hey," she said. I closed and locked the door behind me. She dropped the sheet and went back to reading. I saw she was just wearing panties, yellow with little roses, and an old t-shirt. I took off my hiking boots and walked over to the bed. "I have to do this, I have to do this," I kept thinking, "Just start talking, the words will come."

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If I didn't know any better, I'd think that Clarissa and I have been flirting, setting the stage for a post-school afternoon delight. But I've been shaking my head at the thought for weeks. "Hey, this is you Gabriella, don't be so foolish." There's absolutely NO contest, Gabriella Cavalcanti has absolutely THE worst gaydar in the history of lesbians. I can't count the number of times that I've been absolutely certain I was getting signals from a woman at the bar, in class at university, etc. and been dead wrong. But for some reason, I'm thinking this is different. And it's none of the old cliche reasons.

She's never said, "gosh, my husband doesn't give me what I need anymore". And she hasn't been obvious about it: nothing like "geez, I wish there was a 29 year old, black haired, Italian lesbian around to lick my pussy!" (Sigh, if only it were that easy).

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Karen said she'd been with Janine once, when they were drunk at a party. They had touched each other and got each other off but nothing more. She told me neither could remember much anyway and had said nothing about it since. Karen made it obvious she want to explore further with me, but at the time I was very unsure, and still am to some small degree, but now we both know I want to do more exploring because of the note I gave her. I was so unsure of my feelings or how to act after we had calmed down. I felt weird. Like I shouldn't have done that sort of thing with another girl or gotten aroused doing it because it's supposedly not normal. Confusing or what?

We all know normal is quickly becoming a strange word. What is normal? We could debate that question forever! It's seems perfectly normal now for two hugely famous female singers to snog one another on stage for the world to see. I don't want to start off a debate here, I want to tell you what happened next between me and Karen, problem is that my thoughts keep getting in the way!

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I looked out the window I was cleaning and there he was up a ladder trimming a branch with the chainsaw. I smiled knowing that he was mine, but I also knew I needed more. I often wondered if he was truly happy with our love life, or if he too was feeling like we were in a rut.

All this and thoughts of Sandra were swirling in my head when I tripped over a mop bucket. I landed chest first in the water that spilled out of the bucket covering the floor. Sandra was right there quickly lending me a hand up. She noticed my wet shirt and gave me the towel she had. A couple other ladies were quick to help mop up the water, and after assuring them that I was okay, I sat down on a chair in the kitchen.

Sandra walked with me and as I sat there, she took the towel and began blotting the water from my blouse. She was looking into my eyes and I into hers as she pushed and kneaded my chest. She removed the towel and I looked down to find that my blouse was almost invisible and my erect nipples stood out like pencil erasers from my breasts. I grabbed the towel back and held over my chest.

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... I told Isabella to put in the movie, I would be there in a minute. She did, and was sitting on one side of my L-shaped sectional. When I finished in the kitchen, I sat down on the other part of the couch. I was feeling very relaxed and a movie was a nice way to end the evening. We watched about 20 minutes of the movie and then I grabbed a pillow and laid down, my head closet to Isabella. She did the same, with her head almost touching mine. The movie was great, had a few good laughs and some romance.

After a few minutes, I started to stroke Isabella's long, beautiful hair. I had always loved having my hair touched and I loved her hair. When I did touch her, she seemed to love it. I ran my fingers though it, I massaged her head, and then just stroked it. After about 5 minutes of doing this, Isabella turned towards me and drew her face to mine. Our lips met. They lightly touched. And then we kissed. And kissed longer. I am not sure what came over both of us. But this felt so absolutely natural. She stopped, got off the couch and took my hand. Not a word was spoken but we both knew. ...