Girls Are Girls And Guys Are Sex — This Was Her Rule — Until:

Gigi Wakes From Her Very First Lesbian Dream!

Her Sheets Are Soaking Wet! But NOT from Pee!

Preemptive Zote: I need to Thank Synthetic Studio for granting me use of this image. I’ve not been able to stop thinking about what’s in her head. The link to his collection is in the tagline, Zatanna.

Without a Major chosen yet, Gigi’s College Schedule was pretty simple. Social Sciences, Sex, English, Cock, Humanities, Blowjobs, Mathematics, Ass-Ramming, Natural Sciences, More Cock, Library Studying, Even More Cock.

Her grades didn’t do much for the curve, but Gigi single handedly raised the average amount of coed sex at her College. Proudly she did so by the end of her second semester.

As much sex as she has, she’s never for a second considered playing a position on her own team. Girls have only and always been nothing more than, friends, enemies, and in some cases, frenemies.

Even the hottest of bikini-clad bodies, or naked ones passing by in the shower, has not once caught her eye. Gigi is all about cock. Big cocks, small cocks, thick cocks, even crooked cocks that will never hit her g-spot. Peg and hole, nut and bolt, hot dog and donut. That’s how the world works, or so she thought…

99% of our dreams are never remembered, but the ones we wake in the middle of, can become a part of our reality…

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!”

Gigi’s eyes are wide. Her hot flesh is covered in sweat. Her body is shuddering from the intense pleasures. Her dream felt so real, her body couldn’t tell the difference…

“What just happened? Am I a lesbian? Holy fuck! I’m soaking wet! My God! Her tongue! Her lips! Her everything was perfect! I’m going to cum again! I… I… Ohhhhh… Fuck!”

As her after-gasms hit, she can’t stop the spasms! Equally scared, shocked, and excited, Gigi quickly tries to remember every second of her dream. She needs to understand what just happened. She needs to know if she’s been lying to herself all this time.

It was a Monday… my dream started on a Monday… at the Perk & Grind. I had stopped in for my morning caramel frappe’, with extra drizzle. There was a new girl working the counter. A young redheaded girl, who I instinctively called Ginger…

I can clearly see her name tag now. It said, Pamela. Fuck! I was calling her Ginger all week long. I can’t believe she never corrected me even once. She just did this cutest little giggle every time I said it. Maybe it’s that whole customer is always right, thing?

Ginger drew… I mean Pamela drew… a heart on my cup, next to my name. Her finger bumped mine and I felt a tingle in my pussy. But I thought that was from Rod, who fucked me in the back of his truck, before dropping me off?

Was my tingle from her? My tingle was from her! It was from Pamela’s touch! The touch of a girl excited me! Her fingers were so soft. I don’t understand. This isn’t how our bodies were designed. Wiener and wrap, taco and meat, salami and buns. I didn’t take biology in college, but I understand basic physics.

Tuesday… my dream didn’t waste time on the stuff in between. In my dream, I walked out the door on Monday, followed by immediately walking in on Tuesday. Just walking through the door made me tingle. Oh My God! I wanted her more. Just a tiny touch the day before, and I was hooked by Pamela!

“Hi Gigi!”

She knew my name! She remembered my name!

“Hi Ginger!”

What a fucking putz I am. I don’t have a nametag, and she knows me. She has a nametag, and I didn’t take the time to read it.

After finishing giggling, Pamela asks, “Same as yesterday, Gigi, or did you need a bigger heart?”

“Yes, and for sure on the bigger heart.”

Did I just flirt with her? I was flirting with her! My tingle tingled even more tingly.

She drew the heart bigger, and put just a big G, up and to the left of it. As Pamela handed it to me, she more than bumped my finger. She purposely and very lightly caressed the back of my hand with her tips, as she handed me my cup.

My knees were weak, which I thought was from having more sex than food. But I didn’t remember if I even had sex Monday night or Tuesday morning? I had to of… Monday nights are Fred, who always shows up rock hard and Tuesday mornings, Peter hides his rabbit.

As I left, Pamela called out, “Come again!” which left me with a tingle-chaser. I know she meant come, as in come, but can’t help imagining her actually saying cum, as in cum.

My dream spins me 180, sending me on my way back in. I notice that it’s Wednesday on my cell.

“Your frappe’ is ready, Gigi!”

I’m both happy and sad she’s already made my drink. Happy because she knows what I want and when I’ll be wanting it. But sad, because this means I don’t need to be here as long.

“Are you ok, Gigi? You look like you’re about to cry.”

That’s because I was about to cry, because I wanted more time with Pamela! Unable to answer, I grabbed my cup off the counter, missing my opportunity to touch her hand.

My face was wet with tears by the time I made it outside. The cool morning breeze chilled my cheeks as I couldn’t stop weeping. What the hell is wrong with me? I have a pillow-biting ass-ramming scheduled in less than three hours, which hurts, but always makes me happy! Why am I crying?

Staring at my cup, the heart is even bigger than yesterday. She has a G up to the left and down to the right of it. I think I love her…

As if I went though a spin-dry, I’m heading back in on Thursday and my cheeks are no longer wet, but my panties are. I try to ignore it, but it’s impossible. I really shouldn’t be calling them wet, because they are fucking drenched with my excited juices!

“GIGI! I was so worried about you! Are you ok? I didn’t make your frappe’, because I wasn’t sure you’d show up today. You’re walking weird, did you hurt yourself?”

She was worried about me! She cares about me! She noticed I’m walking funny, but can’t know why. I can’t tell her why. “Hoss back riding.”

“Do you mean… horse back riding?”

“No, Hoss back… his name is Hoss. His parents are big fans of Bonanza.”

“Well aren’t you an interesting one?”

“Um… yeah… I guess so…” Wow! Smooth Gigi, smooth.

Pamela starts making my frappe’ without asking, along with enlarging her heart drawing a little bigger. Holding the drawn on side toward me, I can see the heart, my up to the left ‘G’, along with a down to the right ‘G’.

In my most awkward of voices, I mumble out, “Two G’s for Gigi?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want it to be… Cute Stuff.”

She called me cute! I freeze in my steps as the butterflies in my stomach, all skip a flutter, before falling into a pile. Pamela uses one hand to move my arm up to grab the cup, while placing it into my hand with her other.

“Are you ok? Did you need to sit down, Gigi? Don’t stop breathing on me, or I’ll have to give you mouth to mouth.”

Before thinking, I quietly reply, “That would be nice.”

“That would what?”

I run away, almost knocking over a couple, before pushing on the pull door, and fighting my way out.

Again, my dream skips any of the down time and or non-Ginger / Pamela time, before returning me directly back into her line on Friday morning. I have to get a handle on myself. Maybe I’m just reading all of these signals wrong? I’m making a big thing out of absolutely nothing.

I don’t know what would be the worse thing for me to do at this point. Saying something dumb, panicking and running, sounding confused, or doing nothing? I go with number four… doing nothing.

Pamela makes my frappe’ as I watch her ass wiggling even more than normal. She turns quick to catch me in the act! Oh no! Oh fuck! Don’t notice! Don’t say anything about it! Please!

“You like my ass, Cute Stuff?”

Oh God! “Um… I… um…”

“It’s ok if you do, because I’ve been savoring yours every day this week on your way out. That is, on the days you weren’t running.”

I never did a single ass-self-check this week! Was mine good? Did I have any panty lines? Oh no! I have that triple mirror… why wasn’t I using it?

With my mind so far away, I never realized Pamela was standing right in front of me! She came out from behind her counter! My safety barrier is gone! Her perfume enters my nose as I can’t stop myself from mentally pairing with her!

“Here’s your frappe’, Gigi.”

Holding it up, I see she did the same thing as yesterday, with an even bigger heart. Big ‘G’ up to the left, and big ‘G’ down to the right.

Again, like an idiot, I mumble in the form of a question, “Gigi?” knowing the answer was yes… but it wasn’t yes. Not this time.

“Oh, I forgot something.” Says Pamela, before adding a great big ‘&’ symbol in the middle of the heart.”

I question, “G and G?”

Pamela replies, “Gigi and Ginger.” Adding a sexy wink after.

My gasp could be heard by everyone in the Perk & Grind, before Penny, a long time employee, comments loudly, “Get a room!”

Pamela adds, “Listen. Gigi. I get off in fifteen. And you and I both know you’ve been getting off every day this week. Lets you and I stop playing games.”

Lying on my back in bed, in just my light blue bra and panties. I’m shaking in anticipation, as Pamela, also in just a bar and panties, kneels between my spread wide legs. With a tiny cup, she drizzles caramel onto my naked flesh between my belly button and top edge of my panties. I glance to see, an upside-down heart.

Pamela comments, “You have a heart on for me. You naughty girl.”

That’s funny as fuck. At the same time, so fucking true. But I don’t even laugh, as fear of what may happen next, freezes my body.

“You need to relax, Gigi. Here… let me clean that up.”

And it happens! A girl’s tongue touches my lower belly and I gasp louder than ever before! My arms stretch out as my hands grasp at the covers! She never once licks me anywhere beyond my lower belly, but I’m ready to scream from the pleasure!

Finishing her last lick, Pamela says, “Wow! You’ve never done this before with another girl… have you?” Let me try that again.

Being a Drizzlespert, aka, Drizzle-Expert, Pamela draws another shape. This time, when I peek, the shape freaks me out! Every fiber of my being hasn’t a clue what to say! Luckily, Pamela knows exactly what to say and what to do.

“Would you look at that? A giant arrow… pointing downward.”

Silently, with my eyes and mouth open, my head gives a nod of permission. Her soft fingertips slide inside the top edge of my panty, as jolts of pleasure attack my pussy from every tip against my flesh!

Pamela’s fingers work their way around the sides and around my waist, as I can’t stop my body from lifting my ass off my mattress, to help her with my panty removal. With my legs together, and my panties gone, my ass continues to stay a few inches in the air.

“It’s ok to put your ass back down now, Gigi. While you’re at it, I’ll need your legs spread again, also.”

My voice controlled body, does everything Pamela thinks or says, without hesitation. She moves to a breast down position, with her hands under my ass, as if she’s holding her dinner, ready to eat, without silverware.

I swallow hard, as just the wet and warm tip of her tongue connects with my swollen and sweet clitoris! FIREWORKS!!! As loud as I screamed and creamed, the screams from the adjacent dorm-rooms were even louder.

My hands grab onto her red hair, and hold on as tight as if I was on a roller coaster. Her tip becomes her whole tongue, her lips join in, as she licks, nibbles, pushes, slides, twists and turns my body into an orgasm palace!

Pamela pulls up a little, commenting, “You don’t need to force me, Gigi.”

I scream, “I DON’T EVER WANT YOU TO STOP!”

From the room next door, my dorm mate yells, “WE WANT HER TO STOP! WE HAVE EXAMS TOMORROW!”

With the end of her dream, Gigi’s eyes are wide. Her hot flesh is covered in sweat. Her body is shuddering from the intense pleasures. Her dream felt so real, her body can’t tell the difference…

“I’m a lesbian! Holy fuck! I’m soaking wet! My God! Her tongue! Her lips! Her everything is perfect! I AM A LESBIAN!”

Pamela flips the covers off her head, and replies, “I could have told you that on Monday.”

“What the?”

“I’m off on Saturdays. Should we go to the Perk and Grind together, or should I get your frappe’ delivered?”

“Let’s have it delivered, Pamela. And… if it’s okay with you… could we switch places? I’m real hungry…”

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