About Switching Sides
by Beth Wylde
27 pages
/ 12000 words
ISBN-13: 978-1-60370-344-4
ISBN-10: 1-60370-344-6
Available file types - html. lit, pdf, prc
Elizabeth thinks she's got one hot date with a good looking guy, but when she tries to get busy, he runs like his butt is on fire. Confused, Elizabeth meets up with Kara, who tells her that her date is gay, and figured she was too, so he thought he was safe.
A little stunned, but very attracted to Kara, Elizabeth thinks maybe things worked out for the best, especially when she and Kara head back to the dorm for a little experimentation. Will Kara convince Elizabeth that switching sides is a good idea?
Sample
I rushed into my dorm room and slammed the door shut behind me. For the first time since starting college, I was extremely glad not to have a roommate. My hair felt like a rat’s nest and my outfit was a crumpled mess. I looked like I'd slept in my clothes, even though I hadn't actually slept in anything but my birthday suit. In fact, I hadn't really slept much last night at all. If anyone saw me now they would know immediately that I'd spent the night getting laid and that the sex had been good. To be perfectly honest, the sex had been fucking amazing. I'd done things last night, and had things done to me, that I didn't think were humanly possible. I'm still not sure they are. The whole encounter seemed almost surreal now that I was alone but I knew it had really happened. The growing soreness between my legs was solid proof of our wild sexual encounter, and I missed Kara already even though I'd only been in my room for about five minutes.
I couldn’t believe I had a girlfriend now. Me, the girl who had always been willing to open her pants at the drop of a hat for sex with just about any member of the male species, had gone gay. The sad part was that now that I'd been with another woman, I knew I could never go back to guys. I'd found something last night that I'd been searching for forever: companionship. Kara was more than just someone I enjoyed being in bed with, though God knows the time we'd spent horizontal was phenomenal. She was also someone I could relate to. Someone I felt comfortable with, in the bed and out of it.
Kara and I hadn’t just had sex with each other; we’d made love. Something up until now, I thought only existed in fairytales. We also talked, laughed and even snuggled, which was totally out of the ordinary for me on a date. But after yesterday's new revelation about myself I needed some time to think. A long, cold shower was also in order if I was ever going to get my mind to contemplate anything besides the thorough loving I'd received last night.
I raised my tank top to my nose and inhaled deeply. I hated the thought of washing it. The subtle scent of sweat and sex and Kara's feminine perfume still clung to the garment. One sniff of the combination had me wet and the thought of some of the things we'd done to each other started a fresh river flowing between my thighs. As I flopped down on my bed it was all I could do to reach for my journal instead of my vibrator, but I needed to sort out the jumbled thoughts in my mind. I knew the best way to do that was by writing down the entire encounter in my journal. I also knew I had to write quickly because I still needed to get clean and dressed before meeting Kara for our lunch date.