LGBT Stories

This is the strange tale of the night about a month ago that I became one of the Chosen People. It all happened at the apartment of my friend Fran Epstein. The plan for the evening was to go out and hit some bars as we often did. It was understood that we were both free to hook up with other women, but more often than not we ended the evening between her sheets.

We were great in bed and had many things in common, but the relationship was stuck in neutral because I wasn’t Jewish. Even though Fran had not gone to a synagogue since the day she moved out of her parents’ house, she was stuck on the idea that her “one and only” had to be Jewish. I used every argument I could think of. I even told her that the Irish are the lost tribe of Israel. But she wouldn’t budge.

As usual on our bar nights, we began the evening with a few stiff drinks. Neither of us could face the bar scene cold sober and I, for one, was very self-conscious about my chubby little body. I consoled myself with the knowledge that some women were able to lose themselves in my big brown eyes and forget about the tonnage down below. Fran, thank God, was one of those women.

Fran had no worries about her looks. She is a natural redhead with pale skin and the body of a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader. She made women salivate like Pavlov’s dogs. And she is no bimbo either. Her intelligence and quirky personality are what made me fall in love with her. I wanted her to be all mine, but, grudgingly, had to settle for being her fuck buddy.

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The very first time I lay my eyes on her, I was enchanted by her plump, femininely rounded figure. Especially by her bum, which she considered to be “a bit too big”. She was always accenting her full breasts with the way she dressed, but for me the main feature of her figure was always that lovely bum, usually neglected and half hidden. There’s no such a thing like a “big bum”, only women with wrong lovers.

That day we were sunbathing at the lawn. I poured sunscreen lotion into the palms of my hands, about to smear it all over that godly figure. Starting from shoulders and moving them in long soothing strokes up and down her back, slowly massaging and releasing the tension. My slippery fingers moved over her neck and shoulders, sliding easily down her spine.

Then I moved to her feet and slowly worked my way up the calves, moving lustily up and then stopping to graze and draw circles in the tender flesh of the inside of her thighs.

Finally, I pulled her bikini panties up her hips and found myself facing those two soft mounds of dough. My fingers were slipping and sliding into every crease and crevice of her sweet bum while she groaned softly. Needless to say, I applied layer after layer, squeezing and pinching her dough and slapping them several times, to see the flash trembling, the “wave” rolling from one side to another.
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I was supposed to look elegant that evening. I didn’t really want to go, bit I was expected there. The occasion was my hubby’s business dinner with his boss and associates, plus their wives. I chose a deep blue dress with not too daring neckline, and a light jersey over that. Underneath I wore a silky top and matching boxer panties… Medium heels, navy blue, and matching hold-up stockings. On its backside, the slit up the back of the dress revealed half of my tights. Whoever might be walking behind me could have seen my calves and inner knees. The dinner was boring. His boss and two associates stayed enveloped in business talks. The wives caught my attention though. One had nice, full breasts in a silk blouse. The other lady was a bit plump. She had very curvy hips, and her thighs were thick under her skirt.

We went to the airport from there. The boss and my hubby were traveling on business. It was international flight and the procedure required us to be there sixty minutes earlier. Waiting for their flight, my eyes began wandering around. Two hostesses attracted my attention…wearing uniforms…oh, light blue skirts reaching almost to their knees, and white blouses. One of them turned her back to me. She looked like a goddess. She was of medium height, nicely rounded buttocks, and gorgeous legs in black nylons. At once she bent over the counter to reach for an item. Her tight skirt rose up a bit, and showed her garter belt! Whew! I wanted to approach her…press my breasts and tummy against her and whisper in her ear that her garters made me wet. My imagination started to flow…
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It’s early morning and the treads of mist are floating low above the river. Still sleepy, she’s waiting for me at the small marina belonging to the boat rental agency. My hair pinned loosely under my straw hat, I’m smiling and apologizing. I’m wearing butter-coloured boob tube, grayish linen skirt, brown leather sandals and a straw bag.

Embraced, I feel her body sway against mine while my hands pinch her love-handles, then move round to the small of her back and down to squeeze her bum… whispering in her ear: “Hello, Sexy. Hope I’m not too late”. I kiss her lips, parting them with my tongue right there in the open, where everyone can see. Not that there’s much of `everyone’ around… but the tall guy with dark glasses who approaches us: “Mrs. and Mrs. N.?”

I nod and he shows us the motor yacht that I rented. Something around 24 feet with a large comfy-padded upper sun deck. Life’s a swamp.
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Softly as I leave you.
Written by: Kerryann Keep
Dedicated to: The Oh Sexyone.
She haunts my thoughts…. now she is haunting my dreams.

I walked into your bedroom one night to see if you wanted your usual cup of
tea…you were sitting on the bed with you face in your hands…. I walked over
to you and held you close to me…. you snuggled your face in my belly and I
ran my hands through your hair.

You pulled on my hand so that I could sit with you…you settled in between my
legs with your back to me…I had my hands over your shoulders hugging you
close to me…my chin sitting in `the nook’ between your shoulder and neck…

We sat like that for a while until I noticed that you had placed my hands
over your breasts…I could feel the heat off your body and your nipples as
they stood up due to the closeness of my contact…

I kissed your neck softly and said, “Are you sure Lee?” to answer my
question you grabbed my head, sighed and told me to continue…I gently
nibbled your neck and licked your earlobe…I licked and nibbled gently from
the base of your neck all the way to your ear then down again…. I swapped
sides and repeated my performance…
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When I finished the story about Marcia. Kate’s eyes were red and full
of tears that were spilling down over her cheeks. I was crying too.
She gestured for me to come to her and lay my head in her lap. I curled
up against her, and Kate petted my hair, rubbed my back, and tenderly
kissed my cheeks. Her tears mingled with my own. She softly said, “Its
okay Riki, please believe me its okay. Neither one of us thought we
would ever see the other again. I thought I had lost you forever. You
thought the same.”
“I didn’t want Marcia, I wanted you.”
“I know sweetheart. I know.”
“Where did you go? ”
Kate was quiet for awhile. She was fingering my hair, my face, my back.
She finally took a deep breath and said, “When I left St. Phillip’s, I
told you I was going back to my mother house in the east to go to
school.”
“New York?”
“New Jersey, actually. That place had been my home for
many years. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was just
twelve.”
“The sixth grade?”

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Dear and Mysterious Martha,

You asked a question I don’t know how to answer. Not in words, at least. My mind is whirling with pictures that come to me every time I close my eyes.

I see a girl, her eyes full of wonder and light as the true beauty of a sunset hits her for the first time. I see a shaded two-lane highway that always leads back to your arms.

I am standing on a cliff, with words telling me that I can walk on air if I only believe.
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