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The Challenge. Part 1


	It was stupid to do something like this just for a bet,
thought Susan. She stood near the headboard of the bed in her room and
looked at the other two girls. Christine wandered about aimlessly on
the other side of the bed, unsure of what to do, and Leslie stood near
the end of the bed looking at Susan and smiling. Susan smiled back
momentarily before averting her gaze and shifting from foot to foot
nervously. 
	"We should get started," said Leslie "Take off your clothes."
	Almost everyone at the party had been drunk and Susan was no
exception. Leslie was a vocal lesbian and had made the claim to the
all-female crowd that she could bring any girl to orgasm, Straight or
otherwise. When Susan had challenged her, Leslie had insisted that she
could make Susan have an orgasm. Stupidly, Susan had said, "If you
don't, you have to walk around the block naked". The crowd laughed and
"Ooo'ed". 
	"If I do, you have to make ME come -in front of everyone."
Leslie had replied. The other girls laughed and "Ooo'ed" even louder,
and Susan realized that she'd talked too much and she was going to
have to do something that she didn't want to do. 
Leslie had offered to make Susan come as Susan sat on the couch, but
Susan dismissed that idea, asking for the privacy of the bedroom with
only her room mate, Christine, as witness. The other partygoers
watched expectantly at the trio walked into the back room. Susan felt
lucky that there were only women at this party. She didn't want to
think of how any men would react to this. 
	Susan smiled nervously at Leslie's suggestion that they get
started. "I guess I have to, huh?" She stopped smiling and gulped
nervously, beginning to undo the buttons on her jeans.
	Christine glanced at Susan as Susan slowly took off her shoes
and pants. Her duty as "witness" left her very uncomfortable. She
caught Susan's eye briefly and looked away, afraid to maintain eye
contact. 
	Leslie, on the other hand, smiled and tried to look relaxed.
She actually thought Susan was very attractive. Susan had large
breasts on a small-boned figure. Susan was not athletic; she was soft
but was fairly slim. Her reddish-brown hair was slighting longer than
shoulder length. Her skin was very pale. She had beautiful lips; full
and wide, her nose was a bit big, but her best feature was her eyes,
an amazing bright green. Leslie watched at Susan took off her pants.
The sight of Susan's bare legs increased her excitement. The thought
to trying to bring a Straight girl to orgasm was very exciting, and
doing it in front of another Straight girl made the whole experience
even more novel.
	Christine paced about; trying not to look as Susan removed her
blouse. Christine was pretty also. Short, dark hair surrounded a
pale-skinned, round face. Petite, but not especially thin, she wore a
white, shapeless dress and crossed her arms in front of her chest,
looking at the floor. Leslie wondered if Christine would be excited to
observe two girls "doing it". Leslie was certainly excited to have
Christine watch. 
	Leslie reached to the hem of her short, tight dress, drawing
the attention of the other two women. She pulled her dress over her
head and tossed it away.
She wore no underwear and stood naked before the two Straight girls. 
Susan and Christine gawked at the naked lesbian's lean, athletic and
very, very nude body. Leslie had short, bleached blonde hair, but her
pussy was completely hairless. Rings adorned the nipples on her small
breasts, and another pierced her clitoris. Leslie kicked off her shoes
and approached Susan. 
	Susan was dressed in just bra and panties at this point. She
stared wide-eyed at the approaching Lesbian, finally realizing fully
what was about to happen. Her arms drew up to cover her breasts as
Leslie came close. Susan's heart pounded in her chest and she felt
weak with nervousness. She'd had far too much to drink and was feeling
almost ill. Leslie came face to face with Susan. Susan could feel her
body warmth. Leslie's hands worked their way softly under Susan's arms
and began to fondle Susan's breasts before working their way to Susan'
back, undoing her bra and exposing her chest; her nipples stiff and
aureole large and pink. Leslie dropped the bra to the floor and leant
in to kiss Susan's generous lips. 
	Susan leaned away to avoid Leslie, but their lips still made
contact. Susan didn't kiss back, but Leslie continued to kiss her
closed lips. Susan's knees weakened as she felt Leslie remove her
panties. They dropped to the floor and Susan stepped out of them. She
was now completely naked, being caressed and kissed by another naked
woman. She had never been so close to a nude woman before. She could
feel Leslie's nipple rings rubbing against her breasts as Leslie
continued to kiss her, now grabbing the hair at the back of Susan's
head. Stiff nipple pressed against stiff nipple. 
	Christine watched, telling herself she fought the urge to turn
away. It was her responsibility to see if Leslie could bring Susan to
orgasm, but she couldn't help feeling that she was invading their
privacy. She couldn't help but admit that it was kind of fascinating
to see her friend naked. She had never seen Susan naked before, and
here she was watching Susan kissing another naked woman. She had never
seen lesbian sex; she had never been in the same room as ANY other
people having sex. It was exciting. 
	Leslie began to fondle Susan's breasts and kiss her neck as
Susan watched her. Susan didn't know what to do, so she just stood
there. She had an urge to touch Leslie, but she reminded herself that
she was heterosexual and Leslie was a woman. But Susan wondered at how
excited she was. How much was nervousness and unfamiliarity, and how
much was...something else?
	Leslie began to suck and lick Susan's soft, ample breasts and
Susan closed her eyes, beginning to lose herself in the sensation.
Leslie showed great skill and sensitivity as she licked, sucked,
kissed and gently bit Susan's breasts slowly and almost, but not
quite, rhythmically. Leslie moved from breast to breast and rubbed her
face against the soft skin. Leslie finally settled on one of Susan's
nipples, holding it with her teeth while licking it. Susan moaned
involuntarily. Leslie looked up at Susan's face. She smiled, still
holding the nipple between her teeth. Susan looked back down at
Leslie, afraid and confused. Leslie was a beautiful woman, but Susan
was a heterosexual and she was surprised by her feelings. 
Leslie gave a lingering kiss to each of Susan's breasts and stood
straight again. She held Susan close and leaned in again to kiss her
wide, full lips. Susan didn't pull back this time, but still she
didn't return the kiss. 
	Leslie's soft hands explored Susan's back. Leslie's soft
breasts with their hard nipples, rubbed against Susan's breasts.
Leslie's belly touched Susan's belly. Leslie's hairless groin brushed
Susan's pubic hair. Leslie's lips kissed Susan's lips and Susan
relented and kissed back. 
	Susan could feel Leslie relax slightly as they kissed each
other now. As Susan began to allow Leslie's tongue to caress her own,
she suddenly caught herself and pulled away. Leslie was confused, but
then she smiled, trying to put Susan at ease again. Susan stared at
Leslie almost in horror, then looked back at Christine, who was
watching raptly. Christine averted her eyes as soon as she saw Susan
looking at her. 
	"I don't think I can do this anymore" said Susan. She shook
her head and looked down. 
	"Shhh." said Leslie. She touched Susan's lips, then brought
Susan's face up so they were looking at each other once again. Leslie
kissed her on the cheek, then looked into Susan's brilliant green
eyes. She kissed her on the lips and maneuvered her so that they were
sitting side by side on the bed. Susan made a frustrated groan. 
	They began kissing again, tentatively at first. Susan kissed
back, but with her mouth closed. Leslie fondled Susan's breasts as
they kissed, then Leslie broke off again to start licking, kissing,
sucking and gently biting her way down Susan's neck, then her breasts.
Leslie's hands began to caress Susan's abdomen. Leslie's fingers
danced through Susan's pubic hair and drifted over Susan's thighs.
They came to rest on Susan's inner thighs and gently parted her legs. 
	Susan again gulped nervously as Leslie repositioned herself
between Susan's legs, still sucking and kissing Susan's breasts. 
	Christine watched. Susan's back was now to her as Leslie
kissed and sucked her way down her friend's body. Christine knew now
that she wasn't just nervous anymore. She was horny. 
	Leslie knelt between Susan's legs kissing her inner thighs,
giving them much the same treatment she had given Susan's breasts. As
she moved from thigh to thigh, Leslie's lips and nose would touch
Susan's pubic hair and sometimes her labia. Each time Leslie switched
thighs her lips would touch Susan's labia slightly longer. Susan was
ashamed to think that she was becoming desperate for Leslie to stop
teasing her and start eating her pussy. 
	Susan grew to realize that she had grown quite wet. She hoped
that Christine hadn't noticed. Her thoughts were interrupted by
Leslie's lips finally making solid contact with her labia. Susan
gasped involuntarily once again as Leslie began to kiss Susan's labia
much as she had kissed the lips on Susan's face, turning her head
sideways and sticking her tongue in Susan's vagina. Susan's hips moved
on their own as she leaned onto her elbows, her head back. Leslie
kissed Susan's labia and thrust with her tongue. Leslie's hands
caressed Susan's breasts and buttocks. 
	Leslie slowed her pace again and looked up at Susan's face.
Susan looked back, desperate. Leslie smiled and ran her tongue up to
Susan's clitoris. Susan moaned again. Leslie began to work her
suck/bite/lick routine directly on Susan's clit as she began to insert
her index finger into Susan's vagina. 
	Susan was amazed. How could she, a Straight girl, be lying
naked while another woman knelt between her legs giving her oral sex?
Susan's body felt on fire. This was not only her sole lesbian
experience, but it was probably the best sex she'd ever had with
anyone! Leslie inserted a second finger. Susan could feel herself
getting close to coming. She was amazed and frightened, but very, very
aroused. 
	Leslie looked up at Susan, who had closed her eyes and was
breathing hard. Leslie let her thumb replace her mouth on Susan's
clit, still pumping two fingers into Susan's vagina. She moved up and
lay on top of Susan, face to face, her right hand still working
Susan's pussy.
	Susan looked up at Leslie, her eyes desperate. She could feel
her muscles begin to tighten as she neared orgasm. Leslie began to
tongue-kiss her passionately. Susan returned the kiss with equal
passion as her excitement began to peak. Leslie kept pumping her two
fingers into Susan's pussy. Susan moaned loudly as her hips arced
upward; her orgasm tightened every muscle in her body. Wave after wave
of pleasure washed over her as she moaned through clenched teeth, then
slowly, slowly she began to relax. She went limp on the bed.
	Leslie began to kiss her again and Susan kissed her back with
immense passion. 
Leslie broke away as Susan sagged in her arms. 
	"Was that good?" said Leslie. 
	"That was amazing." Susan said, then suddenly realized what
happened and turned away. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to react. I've
never done anything like that before... I don't know how I feel."
	"Well...I hope you feel good." Leslie smiled. Susan smiled
back, but she felt ashamed.  Suddenly, she remembered Christine. 
	She turned and saw Christine watching, fidgeting nervously,
her hands clasped in front of her. Christine shrugged. 
	"I don't know what to say." said Christine. 
	"All I know is...you've got to pay off you bet, you hot dyke."
Leslie said to Susan. 
Susan sagged. Her shame and embarrassment hadn't even begun. She
smiled at the absurdity of it all. Leslie helped her stand up and they
all began to walk out the door, back to the party.




Part 2

	Leslie boldly marched out into the party, raising her arms in
a "V". The all-woman crowd of partygoers had already heard Susan's
cries and had surmised what had happened, but they were nonetheless
taken aback by the sudden appearance of a naked woman. Nevertheless,
they cheered and whooped as Leslie strutted proudly, heedless of her
nudity. Susan didn't follow Leslie into the living room immediately.
She stayed in the bedroom out of sight, listening nervously with a
pounding heart to the reaction of the crowd. She was amazed that
Leslie could expose herself to a room full of people seemingly without
a second thought. Susan didn't feel as daring, but she had made a bet
and she had to honor it. She took a deep breath.
	Susan peeked out at the room from the doorway. There were more
applause and whoops as the crowd saw her. Susan lowered her eyes,
covered her breasts and, smiling nervously, came out into the room.
There were more cheers, but Susan could feel unease from the crowd as
well. None of her friends had ever seen her naked before, and here she
was. She stood nude in front of all her friends, and all her friends
knew that another woman had just made her come. Their eyes drifted
uncomfortably over Susan's naked body, settling occasionally on her
large breasts and her reddish-brown pubic hair. 
	Susan's friends were normally quite conservative. They were
all heterosexuals and none of them knew quite what to make of the two
naked women among them. However, they were drunk and enjoyed jibing
their friend. On the other hand, they stared at Susan's nudity with
some fascination, not sure what to think. The two girls that came to
the party with Leslie seemed to stare at Susan with more open
appreciation, however. Susan was feeling very exposed and cold. 
	Leslie was even more of a spectacle to Susan's friends than
Susan was. Leslie's hairless groin and pierced nipples and clit
received quite a number of nervous stares and glances. Susan's
conservative friends had never seen anything like it. They gave Leslie
a bit of a berth. 
	Leslie got "high fives" from her friends while Susan stood in
the middle of the floor, vaguely trying to cover herself.  She looked
at Leslie's naked body. It was gorgeously lean and athletic. The lack
of pubic hair made it seem especially naked. Susan could always
appreciate a beautiful woman's body, but she never would have guessed
that a woman could bring her to orgasm. She'd never thought she'd had
any significant lesbian tendencies before. But the memory of her
orgasm still filled her with warmth and she longed to touch Leslie
again. She was torn between her embarrassment at being naked in front
of her friends and her newfound lust for Leslie. She felt shame,
confusion and sexual excitement in equal measure, but she couldn't
take her eyes off Leslie. 
	Leslie turned back to Susan and smiled. Susan smiled back
nervously and Leslie walked over to her. She stopped, took Susan's
face into her hands and kissed her gently on the lips to the delight
of the women at the party. Susan kissed Leslie back, tentatively at
first, but soon she wrapped her arms around her and kissed her with
enough passion to silence the crowd. Susan's inhibitions had been
mostly nullified by her recent experience. The crowd began to realize
that they were about to see something they had never seen before:
live, lesbian sex. It made them nervous and quiet. They were
interested in seeing it, but fearful of what that interest might mean.

	Leslie maneuvered she and Susan in front of the TV set and
resumed their kissing. The crowd gathered on and around the couch to
watch. Christine, on the other hand, watched from the kitchen, peering
from over the counter. Her fingers surreptitiously made their way
under her dress, and she began to play with her pussy as she watched.
She was emboldened by the spectacle and no one could see her from the
other side of the counter. Nobody was looking her way in any case. She
was frightened by her feelings, but at least no one would know. Then
she noticed the video camera sitting on the counter. If she could film
this scene, she thought, she could masturbate to it every day. The
idea filled her with self-derision, but she had to give it a try. She
picked up the camera and went to join the others. 
	Susan stopped kissing Leslie briefly, wondering what to do
next. She looked down at Leslie's nude body and tentatively put her
hand on Leslie's tit, feeling its soft roundness. She put her thumb
under the nipple ring and pinched the nipple lightly, then tugged
gently on the ring. Leslie closed her eyes, apparently enjoying the
sensation. Susan lowered her head and began to lick the nipple while
continuing her tugging on the ring. She began to play with the ring
using her tongue while fondling Leslie's other breast with her other
hand. 
	She started to kiss, lick and suck Leslie's right breast
passionately. Susan's left hand played with the nipple ring on
Leslie's right breast. The soft flesh of Leslie's tit felt exquisite
in Susan's mouth. Leslie held Susan's head ran her fingers through
Susan's hair and moaned. 
	Christine was glad that Susan hadn't noticed that she was
filming yet. The crowd had parted to clear her view, and a couple had
pulled out cameras of their own, ready to take pictures. The lovers
continued, blissfully oblivious. Christine was getting a pretty good
shot of Susan sucking Leslie's breast, then straightening to
tongue-kiss her some more. 
	Susan was beginning to like the idea of freaking out her
friends. She began kissing Leslie from further out so that everyone
could see their tongues intertwining. She noticed a flash from a
camera and was embarrassed to realize that everyone would have
pictures of her having sex with another woman in the middle of a
party. She noticed Christine videotaping and she thought of the tape
being passed around; perhaps even being played at work. Everyone would
think that nice-little-Susan was a lesbian slut, willing to suck pussy
in public. The photos would be posted on the Internet. Everyone would
see her naked, bringing another woman to orgasm. 
	She began playing with herself as she continued kissing
Leslie. 
	Susan had no idea why she was acting this way. She'd never
been an exhibitionist. She had fantasized about becoming a stripper
occasionally, but she never had the bravery or real interest to try
anything like that. But she was actually enjoying everyone watching
her as she performed sex acts. 
	Leslie began fondling, then sucking Susan's big breasts. The
picture-taking didn't bother Leslie either. She stood and kissed Susan
one more time before she started pushing Susan's head down to her
breasts. Susan started sucking and licking Leslie's breasts
feverishly. Leslie closed her eyes, moaning quietly but she soon
resumed pushing Susan's head downward. Susan realized that her moment
of truth was soon to arrive, as she kissed her way down Leslie's body
and got down on her knees.
	Christine was bolding walking around the couple as she
videotaped now, as the couple seemed to have not raised any objection.
She filmed from the opposite side of the crowd so that she wouldn't
block their view and she could also capture the partygoers watching.
Christine really wanted to play with herself, but she told herself
that she could do it later, maybe while watching the tape. 
	Susan felt more flashes go off as she stared at Leslie's
hairless pussy inches in front of her face. There was barely any
stubble. Leslie must have shaved it right before the party. The metal
ring that ran through Leslie's clitoris fascinated her, as did the
clit itself. Christine was filming from just a couple of feet away on
Susan's left, trying to capture the first contact of Susan's tongue to
a woman's cunt. 
	Susan glanced at Christine, then turned back and started to
run her hands up and down Leslie's legs, then up to her buttocks, all
the while staring at Leslie's beautiful shaved pussy. There was no
reason to be intimidated at this point, but she was still having
problems making this final step. Finally, she extended her tongue and
touched it to Leslie's clit ring. She could feel the warmth of
Leslie's pussy and she breathed in its scent. She slid the tip of her
tongue to the inside of the clit ring and then touched the clit
itself. She began to lick amid camera flashes and the whir of the
video camera. 
	Susan felt she was very clumsy compared the sensitive and
expert cunnilingus that Leslie had performed on Susan earlier. Leslie
was very wet and Susan's tongue slid easily over Leslie's vulva. There
was less flavor in the viscous lubricant than Susan had expected, but
it felt wonderfully slimy. Susan felt proud that she could make
another woman so wet. It made Susan feel sexy. Susan pushed her way
further between Leslie's legs licking and kissing Leslie's pussy lips.
Susan's left thumb continued to work Leslie's clit as Susan's mouth
worked its way underneath Leslie. 
	Susan began to lean backward, trying to put her head further
back to reach her tongue into Leslie's vagina. As Susan leaned back,
Leslie moved with her and Susan ended up lying on the floor with
Leslie sitting astride Susan's face. Leslie's hips moved rhythmically
as she fucked Susan's tongue. Her eyes were closed and she moaned. 
	Susan lay down with her left knee up as Leslie sat on her
face. Christine realized that this position would expose Susan's pussy
and she had a sudden urge to see Susan's pussy lips. She walked around
to videotape them. Christine wanted to see every part of Susan.
Christine got a special, guilty, yet even more excited feeling as she
looked at Susan's pink, glistening pussy lips, surrounded by
reddish-brown pubic hair. She then moved the camera upward to watch
Leslie's shapely ass fucking Susan's face. Christine suddenly had the
urge to tear off her own clothes and join the beautiful lovers, but
she continued filming. 
	Leslie lifted herself from Susan's face. Susan looked up,
bewildered. Susan was enjoying eating pussy and didn't want it to
stop. But Leslie turned around to face Susan's legs, then lowered her
pussy to Susan's eager tongue once again. Leslie brought her face to
Susan's cunt and began eating it. 
	Christine felt almost unbearably horny as she watched the two
women "69", eating each other's pussies. 
	Susan noticed that Leslie's cunnilingus was sloppier, not as
expert as before. Susan knew this was because she was bringing Leslie
close to orgasm and Leslie's concentration was interrupted. Still,
Leslie's tongue felt wonderful on her clit and Susan was having
trouble maintaining her own concentration. 
	Susan decided that if she couldn't be subtle, she would use
brute force. She put two fingers down Leslie's cunt and started
pumping her while licking her clit vigorously. Leslie stopped eating
Susan's pussy and lifted her head. Susan began to feel Leslie's hips
tremble. Leslie began to moan again. 
	"Susan, I squirt. Don't be scared." Leslie groaned.
	Susan wasn't quite sure what that meant, but she kept licking
and pumping Leslie's beautiful shaved pussy as Leslie's cries became
louder and more intense. Suddenly Leslie jerked upward away from
Susan's face and began playing with her own clit. 
	"Oh, oh GOD!" Leslie moaned loudly as a stream of liquid shot
strongly from her pussy onto Susan's breasts and abdomen. 
	Susan had heard of female ejaculation, but had never seen it.
She found it immensely erotic. Leslie screamed again as she continued
playing with her pussy and shot another stream of liquid onto Susan.
Leslie got up and moved around quickly, she lifted Susan's leg and
positioned herself so that their pussies touched. Leslie began
grinding into Susan, still rubbing her own clit. 
	"God, Susan you make me so horny!"
	Leslie stopped grinding, cried out again and shot another
stream onto Susan's pussy. She resumed grinding
	"Oh, Susan! Oh!" She paused to emit another squirt. 
	"MMmm. I want to shave your pussy and suck it all day Oh.
OOOoooo!" She squirted more come onto Susan's already-glistening
pussy. 
	Leslie finally started to slow her grinding. She looked down
at Susan. 
	Susan looked back up at her. "In my mouth." she said.
	"Oh god, Susan." Leslie gasped "You're so hot." Leslie moved
back up to Susan's mouth, and Susan began to suck and lick Leslie's
clit vigorously. She played with Leslie's cunt lips with her fingers.
Leslie's hips bucked and then froze, trembling. 
	"God, Susan. Oh. OOOOoooo!" Liquid shot into Susan's mouth and
onto her face. 
	"Oh God Susan." Leslie's breath was ragged "You're so
beautiful." Leslie leaned down and kissed Susan's cum-soaked face.
"You're so good. Thank you."
	They kissed passionately. Leslie licked her own cum from
Susan's face and they embraced tightly.
	The partygoers started open-mouthed in disbelief. None of them
had expected such a show as this. Those that had drinks quickly downed
them. Then someone started clapping. 
Soon, everyone was applauding. Most of the women didn't know what they
were applauding for, but all knew that they had seen something
special, or at least disturbing. 
	Christine continued filming as the lovers helped each other
stand, and they staggered back into the bedroom with their arms around
each other. Christine shut off the camera as their shapely asses
disappeared into the back room, and she looked around at the crowd.
Some just stood around, stunned. Some discussed with disbelief what
they had seen. But generally, they were getting ready to leave. After
Susan and Leslie's exhibition, anything else would be a letdown. 
	The party was over. 

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