Reading a story on the Web somewhere recently about a bloke who had a lesbian friend with whom he used to have mutual masturbation sessions - and eventually anal (but never vaginal!) intercourse - prompted me to submit this story of the time I had a lesbian flatmate.
I was in my early 20s, and had finally got an apartment of my own - away from my previous flatmates who had the unfortunate habit of drinking their rent money instead of paying it to the landlord! This left me stuck with the entire rent, which for a 3-bedroom apartment nearly broke me.
My new apartment had two bedrooms, so I immediately advertised for a flatmate - male or female, I didn't particularly care, as long as they paid their share!
I took on the first applicant - mainly because she was a petite, very attractive brunette female. Her name was Margaret ("call me Meg") and she had a steady job as a nurse, so she would be able to pay her way with the rent. When I asked her if she had a steady boyfriend who might be spending nights with her, she said simply "No way!"
We seemed to hit it off from the start, and of course I started to fancy my chances with her. If I could get her to share my bed, then we could get a third person in and split the rent three ways.
It was on the first evening after she'd moved in, when we were sharing a bottle of wine, that Meg dropped the bombshell.
"I feel I should tell you - I'm a lesbian."
Well, I nearly choked on my wine, but recovered enough to stammer, "Hey - that's okay. But thanks for telling me - it will stop me from making a fool of myself trying to hit on you."
She smiled nervously and said, "Would you try to hit on me? If I weren't lez?"
"Sure!" I replied honestly. "You're a foxy little chick!"
"A 'foxy little chick', eh?" She shook her head, still smiling. "I never thought of myself as one."
"Well, you are," I assured her. "And if you don't mind me saying, you being a lesbian is a terrible waste!"
She laughed at that, and said, "I'm sorry if I raised your hopes, then. I'll move out if you want me to."
"No," I said, quickly. "Please stay."
"Okay," she said. "Thanks."
Well, we talked some more, finished the wine, and staggered off to our respective beds.
We did become quite good friends after that, and Meg looked after the apartment very well while I was away at sea. If she had a lesbian friend stay overnight, she never told me - and I didn't ask.
About six months down the track, I returned from a two-month deployment, and that evening we "celebrated" my return with take-away Chinese and a good bottle of Riesling. I'd had a few drinks already, so while I wasn't exactly pissed I wasn't feeling any pain.
"God!" I said eventually. "If I don't get some sex in the next day or so my sperm bank is going to overflow!"
"I know how you feel," Meg said. "I haven't had any for a month - and for a lesbian that's a drought!"
So naturally the conversation then flowed on to sex. I asked her how long she'd been a lesbian, and she said,
"Since I was about fifteen, I guess. I suppose you could say I was pushed into being one."
"How was that?" I asked, genuinely interested.
"I had this boyfriend - a real hunk. I guess it's the old story - he wanted to go all the way, and I didn't. Anyway, one night he got me drunk at a party and raped me."
"Nice type," I said, sarcastically.
"That wasn't the worst of it - he then had a few of his mates do the same."
"Did you report it?" I asked.
She shook her head. "It would have been their word against mine."
"Okay - so you didn't have a very nice introduction to sex. But why did you let that turn you off all men?"
She took another sip of wine, and said,
"It wasn't so much being turned off men as being turned on to women. I had this one good friend, Sally, and she was the only one I told about what had happened. She was very comforting, let me cry on her shoulder, that sort of thing. Then she kissed me - a friend's kiss at first, then a real kiss, tongue and all."
"And you didn't object?"
Meg shook her head. "No. I was a bit shocked at first, but then I found I liked it. Then one thing led to another, and before I knew it she was going down on me.'
"And obviously you liked that," I said.
"Uh-huh - I had my first ever orgasm, and from a girl's tongue! After that I was hooked. No worries about getting pregnant or catching something..."
"I can understand that," I said. "But then most girls say you can't beat the feeling of a good...er..."
I was about to say "cock", but Meg saved me.
"Penis?" She actually blushed a little then as she said, "Well, there are substitutes..."
"Ah - so that's what the buzzing noise is that I hear coming from your room!" I said.
"You don't!" she said, really blushing now. "You can't - I mean..." Then she noticed the grin on my face. "Oh, good one - you got me, didn't you!"
I had, but she took it good-naturedly. We'd finished two bottles of wine and I was opening the third when Meg said softly,
"You know, I haven't seen a...penis...for over ten years - and only once in my life at that. I know it sounds silly, but would you...show me...yours?"
I must have been more pissed than I realised, because I grinned like a schoolboy and replied,
"I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!"
Meg blushed again and said,
"Deal - but you first."
So I got unsteadily to my feet, dropped my trousers and briefs around my ankles, and stepped out of them.
"Come on," she said, beckoning me. "Closer!"
So I stood right in front of her, hands on hips, my flaccid cock showing absolutely no interest - for the moment...
