Chapter 2

When the giggles died away, Kate sighed and said, “It’s such a shame we have to do it ourselves.”

“Yeah, well, what are you going to do?”

Her hand was moving lightly up and down her belly, and every now and then, another giggle would escape from one of us. I watched her hand moving, up and down, from between her breasts to the top of her black jeans. She watched me watching her, gauging me, evaluating me. As our eyes were locked, she slipped her hand down the front of her jeans, and her eyes closed.

I watched her touching herself, listened to her breathing. Some part of me wanted to get up and leave her to her business, but there was nothing waiting for me in the other room, and besides, this was kinda hot. She was sharing something with me, and even though she was a girl, and I wasn’t a lesbian or anything,

I’d never really even thought about it. Being gay, I mean. I’d never really asked myself the question. I just assumed I was straight and that was the end of it. I had a boyfriend, for crying out loud.

But was this really gay? Two girls on a bed and one of them’s masturbating? Seems to me that gay involves two people of the same sex actually having sex with each other.

Her hand moved up and down, distorting the front of her jeans, and her mouth opened and shut, her lips puckered and relaxed, her eyes lightly shut.

It was certainly hot. The little grunts of pleasure that escaped from her mouth every now and then, the way her body moved and writhed as she explored. Suddenly, I realized that I was wet, you know, down there. And that must mean that I was kinda into it too, girl or no girl.

Would it be gay if I masturbated with her? I mean, not actually touching, or anything. Just two girls on a bed masturbating. Fully clothed and not touching?

Nope, I reasoned. In order to have sex, two people have to at least be touching each other. Kate and I were separated by at least a foot of bedspace.

Fuck it, I thought, and then I did. My jeans were tighter on me than Kate’s were on her, so I had to undo the button and zip down. I put my hand into my pink panties and started work on my clit.

I don’t know how long we lay there, Kate and I, each with a hand down the front of our pants, all I know is that with the game still raging in the other room, and neither of our needs being met, it felt natural, even good to be doing this. Kate came first, and her body clenched and spasmed with her orgasm. I came soon afterward, and Kate watched me with fascination, as if recording my orgasm.

When I was done, I dared to open my eyes. Kate still had her hand in her jeans, and she was breathing heavily. The smell in the room was musky and heady. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. “I needed that,” she sighed.

I nodded, too weak to speak.

She stood up, adjusted her clothes, and walked out of the room, saying, “I gotta pee.”

I lay there on the bed, and zipped my jeans back up, thinking about what had just happened. Gay? Straight? Meaningful? Innocent? Did it matter? Thoughts whirled through my head like Olivia Newton-John on roller skates. Just before Kate came back into the room, I had been asking myself if I’d enjoyed the experience. Laying next to her, each masturbating, smelling each others’ breath and scents. I decided, as Kate came back in, holding another bottle of wine and closing the door quietly behind her, that I had.

She went over to the desk and poured more wine. She handed me my glass and sat down on the bed next to me. “Sorry about that,” she said.

“You know…” she said, motioning to the bed with a quick head bob. “That.”

I sipped at my wine. “Don’t be sorry,” I said. “It was kind of nice.”

She smiled wistfully at that, and rubbed her thumb around the edge of her wine glass.

“How’s the game going?” I asked.

“They’re in the Castle of Shezzbazzar or something,” she said, “fighting orcs.”

I took another sip of my wine and Kate continued to trace around the rim of her glass with her thumb. The air was heavy. It was obvious Kate wanted to say something, but was working up the nerve. I had a feeling I knew what she was going to ask, and I enjoyed the waiting, knowing that I’d probably say yes to whatever she asked me.

Finally, she breathed in sharply and said, “So do you think if two girls masturbate on the same bed together that makes them gay?”

I laughed. “I was just wondering that myself.”

“No,” I said. “Gay implies sex, sex involves touching, and we didn’t touch.”

“So if we were touching, we’d be gay.”

I shrugged. “I guess.”

This seemed to satisfy her. Her mind was obviously occupied with heavy thoughts, which I mistook at the time for her contemplating whether or not she should have started what had happened here previously.

“What if we had touched,” she said. “Do you think that’d be okay?”

I paused, searching for the right answer. The true answer. “Sure,” I said, finally.

“Aren’t you worried it’d make you gay?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think it would make you gay.”

“Something like that. Either way, it wouldn’t change the fact that I still like boys.”

“It kinda worries me,” she said.

“You know, there’s only one way to find out,” I told her, and before she could protest, I leaned in to kiss her.

The kiss was soft, and short, but instead of being awkward or uncomfortable, there was a very strong feeling that it felt right. At least on my end of things. When the kiss broke, the way she was looking at me told me that she was feeling close to the same thing.

My boldness spurred her on, and this time she reached for me, and planted another kiss on my lips. This one was longer, wetter. When I opened my lips a fraction to admit her tongue, she hungrily reciprocated.

She wordlessly raised her arms and I wordlessly lifted her t-shirt off her, exposing her milky white chest and (surprise surprise) black bra. Then I did the same, and she pulled my shirt off, and she gazed down at my own black bra (it was a sheer coincidence).

We stood there, our hands on each others’ hips, sort of testing the feeling. Swaying back and forth like prom dates, gauging how it felt to be this close to each other without our shirts on. We laughed some more at how weird it felt, but we were also pulling closer together. Our hips met, and our bellies and breasts were touching.

We kissed again, this time deeper and longer. Kate opened her mouth, and I allowed her to slip her tongue inside mine.

When this kiss broke, we stood, forehead to forehead, staring down at each other’s breasts, smiling like idiots.

I brought my hands up and played with the shoulder straps of her bra, running my fingers up and down them, then around the cups, tracing the underwire. By now, her fingers were touching my bra, tracing around the seams with her fingernails, while I continued to feel around the warm material covering her breasts.

“Want to go farther?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

I totally did, and I told her so with a nod. “But what if one of the guys comes in?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re kidding, right?” she asked. “They’re so caught up in their game they wouldn’t know if a meteor hit outside.”

“So where do we go from here?” she asked. “Bras off? Or pants?”

She smiled devilishly. “I don’t know, what do you think?”

“Mmmmmm pants,” I said.

“Okay, then,” she said backing away from me a little bit. I put my hands on the button of her jeans and slowly undid it. Just as slowly, I slipped the zipper down, and I could see her black panties. She shimmied out of her jeans, and kicked them into the corner, then she went to work unbuttoning mine. My jeans were tighter, so it was a little bit more work to get them off, but eventually she succeded.

We stood there, at arms length, looking at each other. We came together again, and kissed. This time more intensely, more passionately than before. Real desire was building

in me, and the increasing rapidity of her breath told me the same was happening for her.

Before long, we were on the bed, lips locked together,

hands exploring each other. I had slipped a couple of fingers inside her panties, and was caressing her butt when she broke the kiss again and breathed in my ear, “Bras first or panties?”

I said, and without waiting for a cue, I reached back and undid mine, pulling it away from my breasts, and throwing it in the corner with the rest of my clothes.

By now, hers was off, and we held each other close, tongues intertwined, hands all over each other. I pulled on her nipples, and she pinched mine. Before long she was suckling me, and the feeling of her lips and tongue on my nipples was unbelieveable. Much more tender and caring than Miles had ever been. I tried to give her the same as she was giving me, and I hoped she was enjoying it as much as I was.

Soon, I was on top of her, and we were kissing, suckling on each other, grinding our pussies against each other. I humped her, pushing myself against her, driving into her.

“If I was a boy,” I said, pushing my crotch into hers, “I’d fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“You are,” she whispered breathily with eyes closed. “Don’t stop.”

I came close to orgasm like that, pushing against her, and I’m pretty sure she did.

Then she pulled me close to her and without asking, pulled my panties off my hips. I helped her take them off, and then helped her off with hers.

Her fingers explored my sex, while I caressed hers.

“I’ve always wanted to try this,” she said. She maneuvered us into a scissor position, and we started grinding against each other. The position was awkward, but it felt amazing. Watching her breasts bouncing up and down, watching the look on her face, the half-lidded eyes, the open mouth, the sweat on her forehead and chest. The wonderful feeling of our pussies pushing against each other. It was nothing less than heaven. Xanadu, you might call it.

Before long, Kate was on her back, and I was spreading her legs apart. She looked at me longingly, and I tried to decide how to proceed. I’d never gone down on a woman, and I could see why Miles was confused and reluctant to go down on me. Where do you start?

Kate noticed my hesitation. “Start with my legs,” she said, and I did, licking the inside of her thighs, up and down. She talked me through it, telling me exactly what she wanted when she wanted it. When I was finally face deep in her crotch, she writhed and moaned with pleasure while I licked and stroked. I ventured a couple fingers inside her while she pinched her nipples and I nibbled on her clit. When she came, her body clenched, and she hungrily pulled my face to hers. Our breaths mingled as she writhed in ecstasy, working on herself with her fingers to finish herself off.

When she finally relaxed, she rolled me over and went down on me. Using the same technique she had, I guided her around, and thus recieved the best oral sex I had ever had in my life. It wasn’t just that she was a woman and knew the places a woman liked to be touched, it was that she was listening to me, and I knew exactly what I liked. Miles never did this, even on the few times he ever went down on me. It was like a chore for him. Something he did out of obligation, because he liked the oral I’d always given him.

I came just as hard as Kate had, and I nearly squeezed her head off when my legs automatically clamped together.

We lay together, entwined in each other, catching our breath. At some point we fell asleep, naked and clutched together. I awoke when I heard the toilet flush, and noticed that it was four a.m. The D&D games were long, but they rarely went past dawn, so I woke Kate up and told her that it might be time to get dressed.

We helped each other into our clothes, then fell back to sleep on the bed. Before long, Dave was knocking on the door, and we struggled out of bed, pretending we’d been asleep the whole night. The guys all went their separate ways and I hugged Kate good night, and whispered a quick, “thanks,” in her ear before Miles tugged me away. She made a quick, “I’ll call you” gesture with her thumb and pinky, and then I was back in the car, and headed back home.

Miles was too tired for sex that night, and I was too satisfied to want to give him any.

It was a long wait until next week’s D&D session.