She Fucking smiled. “Exactly.” I was quickly discovering that Alyssa and I could talk each other into almost anything. Just contemplating having sex with a woman was scary to me and it seemed like such a monumental decision. The more I contemplated my bisexual feelings, the more I knew it was something I didn’t want to just haphazardly do. “Well, what do you think, Mel?” Alyssa said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “I need time to think about it and make sure it's what I want, please don't be mad at me.” She smiled. “You've always been way too analytical, but I understand if you need time and I'm more than happy to wait for you.” Unknowingly, I had condemned myself to another restless, sleepless night. Laying in bed next to the woman I was attracted to, yet doing nothing about it, was excruciating. Yet, I held firm. It was a big decision, and I wanted to make sure that if I decided to do it, it wouldn’t be something I’d regret later. Day 1 It was another long week and my thoughts were monopolized by Alyssa. She was coming over to my house on Friday night and we’d be able to set some things straight, so to speak. We agreed not to discuss being together at school because we were afraid our friends might overhear us, which could potentially get the rumor mill started. I lived in a very large house and my parents slept downstairs in the master bedroom and we had four bedrooms upstairs which afforded Jim and I a lot of privacy. It was about anal eleven o'clock and my parents were already in bed asleep and Jim was out doing God-knows-what, amateur or who. Alyssa and I had been avoiding the elephant in the room since she had arrived and I could tell she was giddy gay with masturbation anticipation as we sat on my bed together. “So what did you decide?” She asked. I wanted to mess with her a little bit. “Decide what?” “Damn, Mel, come on, you know… about us.” She exposed my round breasts—I rarely wore a bra. “OK, then if you aren’t against it, then I’ll call Dr. Ronda tomorrow and set it up. I held the door open for her. She bit at his hand but he held tight as her cunt nursed the cum from his balls. He gets up and takes a slice of the lemon crème cake and gets me a slice of carrot cake anal with the crème cheese frosting. “So hot” Laura whispers. But this was different, he felt different emotionally somehow as he licked and sucked on Ronda’s pussy lips. I let out a masturbation low groan of delight, shuddering at the feel of her mouth. The original wire fencing from the old military base had been weathered by time and eventually ripped away for a new encircling barrier. She shook her head violently. A beautiful blonde lady entered the lift, mumbled a greeting and thumbed the door button. "Hey... turn around," I asked. Especially when I felt a faint trickle of her own excitement bathing my dick. I was wearing my new thong, the gay thin strap of material buried between the peachy curves of my bubbly ass. He pushed her legs apart and placed one hand on the small her back, holding her in place, the other hand gripping his cock. But no wings. “You little minx! I pulled her down on me. I felt her settling on me, her clothes rubbing into my naked body. It’s barely a amateur shape at all, more reflected light than anything else, but it is unmistakably manmade. My asshole clenched when I heard the rustling of his jeans, the pop of his fastener coming undone, Fucking and the rasp of a zipper sliding down.