“You cheated on me with how many others?”
I demanded with all the fury of a college girl in her first lesbian relationship.
Tina did exactly the right thing — though I wouldn’t have admitted it right then. She laughed her pretty blonde head off.
As I waited her out, I realized I had literally been asking for it. We hadn’t talked about exclusivity, and I’d hit her with the question out of the blue: Have you slept with anybody else since we got together? I suppose I was expecting some lovey-dovey answer. Stupid. Naïve.
But what Tina had said still stung and, frankly, amazed me. She said she’d fucked dozens since me. Dozens!
“Look, Sylvie, after a couple of orgies the numbers pile up fast.”
“Orgies?” Again, I was stunned. “You can’t be serious!”
She shrugged. “Well, why not? Get a bunch of fun, friendly people together who want to have fun and magic happens. What’s the harm?”
I tried to absorb her words, aware of how exciting I found the concept on some primal level. But I wasn’t done being a brat, apparently. I muttered, “I thought I was enough for you.”
We were in her dorm, lying on her bed. She stroked my cheek with her fingertips. She said, “You’re not. But that’s no knock against you. I really dig you, Sylvie, but you’d have to be able to grow a cock now and then to totally satisfy me — something more realistic than your strap-on. Even then… orgies are just too fun. You should try it!”
Tina had planted the seed. The fantasy bloomed in my mind, sending ripples of curiosity through my body over the next few days. She’d told me where her group of hedonists met, in a house off-campus. The idea continued to beat in my skull. I had only just undertaken my first gay girl experience. Was I ready to do something far more drastic?
One night in bed with Tina I growled and grunted, bucking my pussy against her slurping sucking mouth and coming hard. She crawled on top of me. I kissed her wet mouth and reached over her supple ass to finger her pussy from behind. She squirmed atop me, making soft sounds of pleasure.
“I think I want to,” I murmured.
“Want… to… what?” she panted as I delved two fingers deep into her.
I bit my lip, then said, “I want to go to the next orgy with you.”
Her eyes sprang open wide, and her sweet face twisted with climactic bliss. After her orgasm ebbed, she lay limp on me. I held her tightly. “I’m so glad,” she responded.