2: AN EXPERIMENT
Unlike many of his friends who he'd spent years goofing off with Tony had actually paid attention in class on occasion and had kept his grades up. After receiving a small scholarship to a community college a few towns over he'd gotten a job at the local bowling alley and had managed to get an apartment of his own. It was small and dumpy and not in the best neighborhood, but at least there were some good bars close by.
His first year of school had come and gone with very little interesting happening, at least sexually that is. He'd dated a cute little brunette with a pixie hairdo and a really tight pussy for a while, but she'd proven to be way too flaky. He could never count on her for anything so he'd decided he'd rather just play the field for a while. A while turned into several semesters and it wasn't until the first semester of his second year that anything truly interesting happened again. He'd made a few friends while at school and one of them was a lesbian girl named Samantha, of course she always preferred to simply be called Sam. She wasn't what Tony would call a bull-dyke, but she wasn't terribly feminine either.
She typically wore some old jeans and a plain colored tank top which was filled out pretty nicely with her decent-sized C cups. She wore her blonde hair short and kind of spiky and almost never had on any makeup. She'd become on of Tony's closest friends and he felt comfortable just being a guy around her. They'd play video games and drink beer and talk about girls. She had a massive oral fixation and would talk constantly about girls at school who she'd like to get sit on her face. He always just thought of her as one of the guys, he'd never even bothered to ask if she'd ever been with a guy because as much as she liked girls he seriously doubted it.
One Friday night they decided to hit up a local bar called The Wagon Wheel, it was the type of place normally frequented by the older crowd, forties to fifties. Tony wasn't terribly keen on the idea but Sam had it in her head that she wanted to try and hook up with an older lady. She said she'd always wanted to eat out a mature pussy. She commented that an older lady might also be able to teach her some tricks.
About two hours into their little trip into unfamiliar territory the two were pretty well liquored up and decided to call it a night. Not much had happened other than a couple of older redneck-type guys hitting on Sam, which she wasn't too keen on, and one older barfly lady buying Tony a couple of drinks and ocassionally winking in his direction.
As they walked down the street Sam looked up at Tony and asked, "Mind if I crash at your place tonight?"
Tony was a little confused by the request, Sam had never asked to sleep over at his place before, her apartment was only about ten doors down from his own. He was also a bit frustrated as he had intended to rub one out after a frustrating night with no decent prospects for any action.
"Yeah, that's cool." he slurred, totally confident that her intoxicated condition made her oblivious to any traces of frustration in his voice.
They continued the walk, he picked at her, mocking a redneck accent and trying to kiss all over her. She batted him away and laughed.
"Stop it, I've got to pee as it is!"
He continued to pick and a moment later she said she couldn't hold it anymore. He stood watch as she walked over to a nearby bush and pulled her pants down. She was wearing boxer shorts, that didn't surprise him, what did was the arousal that he experienced upon seeing her nicely trimmed little blond bush emerge from under them as she lowered them to the ground. He looked away but couldn't help but glance back quickly when he heard her actually peeing. Her eyes were closed so he took a moment to steal another glance. The only light was from a nearby street lamp but even in the dark he could see a tiny tuft of hair. He thought about who he was peeking at for a moment and almost felt guilty, but then decided that he was drunk and that entitled him to be a little pervy, besides, she'd seen his dick a couple of times when he was coming out of the shower. She'd always made a mock attempt to cover her eyes and gasp, but he knew that no matter how gay she was there was probably at least a little anatomical curiosity there.
She finished up and the two made their way back to Tony's apartment. He let Sam walk in first and then after entering turned to lock the door.
"I think there's a couple of beers in the fridge if you want a nightcap." he stated.
He expected to turn around and see her face-down on his couch but instead was greeted with her standing right behind him, hands in her pockets and grinning from ear to ear.
"What's up with you?" he laughed.
She suddenly seemed to get very nervous but then blurted out, "I want to try something."
Drunk as he was Tony was still pretty sure he understood what she meant. He'd known some bi-curious lesbians before but he'd known Sam for over a year and she'd never once let on that she had any interest in guys at all. Without warning at all he was snapped from his thoughts as she grabbed his face and started to kiss him, hard.
She ran her hand along his stubbly cheek and sighed, "Ooh, I like that."
Before he could even utter a response her hands dropped to his belt and began working at it.
"Are you serious Sam?"
At that her eyes flashed with fear, that fear that looks like no other, rejection.
"You don't want to?"
"Oh no...it's not that. I just really never thought you were..."
"Curious?"
Tony nods.
"My ex..."
"Vicki?"
