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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Strapless by Xander Dig (xanderdg@hotmail.com) *** When your humble narrator's lesbian friend makes an immodest proposition involving dinner and strap-ons, the reluctant but interested young man takes her up on the offer. (MF, reluc, strap-on, true) *** A long time ago, the angry young Xander you already know and love was working as a waiter/bartender at the Fruit Bat & Crocodile Caf‚ in Atlanta. It was a nice joint. Catered to the after movie, after theatre crowd - we got busy at ten or so, and stayed that way until closing at 3AM. Needless to say, it fit my night-owl lifestyle perfectly. I'd been there for a bit more than a year when Lauren started. Now, if you've tended bar or waited, so you know how incestuous a restaurant "family" is. Everybody is fucking everybody all the time (usually drunk as the sun comes up). When someone new enters the mix, there's practically a stampede. Well, as it happens, I slipped in first to meet our new executive chef. Mondays were usually dead - no theatre, no symphony - so it was a shock when the night positively exploded. We were slammed from around eight until after midnight, so everyone on the small staff was totally beat when the time came for me to line up the shooters for our shift drink after the rush. Everyone in the front of the house knocked theirs back, and I poured an extra one to carry into the kitchen (and another for myself, natch'). I made my way to the back and found Lauren cleaning the pasta machine. We talked for a bit and I handed her the drink - a kamikaze, probably. We clicked glasses and I took a good look at her as she drank it down without even a wince. Lauren wasn't traditionally attractive. She had this total tomboy vibe that I was into, though. Great eyes that were gray and catlike and hadn't seen any makeup for a long, long time. Her breasts were very small, and her figure wasn't very womanly, but God she had great arms. Sinewy and covered in a multitude of tattoos. She had a number of piercings as well, but it would be a long time before I knew that. Her shoulder length brown hair stuck to her head - it was hot as hell in the kitchen. "I'm gonna go down to Dark Horse when we're done here," I said. It was an after hours tavern that catered to restaurant and club people after they were off. "Want to come." Lauren hitched up an eyebrow at me. "I'm pretty beat," she said. "How about some other night? We're both off on Wednesday." Now Lauren actually smiled. Let out a laugh. "Like a date?" I grinned. Nodded. She kept the smile wide. "You know I'm a lesbian, right?" I blinked at her. I *should* have known. Generally, I was pretty good about being able to tell these things. But not this time. I stammered some lame apology, but she laughed it off and said she took it as a compliment. Fly, fly your thoughts... A year passes. My grungy rock band breaks up (over a girl, of course). I decide that the life of a bartender isn't enough for me and apply to a bunch of colleges. Every one but Brown accepts me, and having read Donna Tartt's "The Secret History" I choose a little liberal arts school in New England with a great financial aid package. Over this time, Lauren and I become great friends of a kind I hadn't had before. She became my girl-buddy. The one woman I could sit around doing shots with and discussing my various sexual exploits. We'd both slept with a few of the same women at the caf‚, and sometimes (terrible, I know) we would compare notes. We were pretty close in the acquaintance way that co-workers can be. So by the time she threw out the bait to see if I'd bite, I already had one foot out the door. I suspect she waited until then just for that reason. We were at the bar after another busy night in the middle of the ungodly hot summer of 1993. One by one, the other waiters left for the night. The manager was in back counting receipts and only Lauren and I were left out front. We were shooting the shit about one thing or another when she grinned at me and said, "you know what I really want to do, Xander?" "Another shooter?" She laughed. Nodded, and I poured. "But also." she waited until I leaned on the bar across from her. "I'd really like to fuck some straight boy with my strap on." I can only imagine what my face must have looked like. I drained my shot. Poured another. "Reeeally." I milked the word for all it was worth. "Yeah. Always have. It just seems, I don't know, hot. If I found the right guy, I'd even let him fuck me." She held my eyes, making perfectly clear that the straight boy she wanted for this little experiment was me. I stared back at her, debate raging in my head. I was as far from homophobic as you could be. Had even had a gay experience or two, but there's this social taboo about a macho guy taking it up the butt. All the same, the stirring in my black trousers was really all the answer I needed. Besides, Lauren was a friend. And I still thought she was attractive. And a good bartender wants to make the customer happy. "You know," I said, "that sounds like it could be interesting. Especially if a nice dinner and a lot of wine was involved." Lauren laughed, and we finally made a date for our next mutual night off at her place. The dinner *was* nice. I've never liked seafood much, but Lauren made this dish with mussels, garlic and white wine that was out of this world. We laughed and talked all through the meal just like a regular date. And drank, me much more than her. First a cocktail, then a bottle and a half of wine. Then another cocktail. I was getting trashed. And desperately horny. Lauren was wearing an outfit as close to sexy as she ever came. Tailored black slacks, a diaphanous shirt that was mildly see-through. I could make out her breasts through the pale fabric - small, steel hoops pierced each nipple. More interesting, he underarms were completely unshaved, bushy, dark hair clearly apparent. Somehow, the violation of this social taboo was a massive turn on. When dinner was done, her demeanor changed. She sat close to me as we drank, her leg brushing against mine (bringing a pleasurable reaction along with it below my belt). Still, when she bit her lip said we should move to the couch, a rush of fear dropped my stomach. I remembered what was coming, and it scared me. Lauren took my hand and led me across her Spartan apartment. The hardwood floors creaked under my feet and it seemed that time had somehow slowed. Her couch was red, and she released my hand as she approached it. She flipped on the stereo - the Cocteau Twins - then moved to the coffee table where a black sheet sat folded. She turned to me and smiled as she flipped it in the air, unfurling it. My heart pumped faster as it drifted down over the couch. "You sure you want to do this?" she asked. I *wasn't* sure, but that lack of certainty turned me on even more. Her eyes flicked down to my pants and up again - she could see it. "Hey," I said. "You made dinner. I owe you something." I grinned at her and Lauren plunked down on the couch. She twirled her finger in the air. "Why don't you take your clothes off," she asked, but it wasn't really a question. I took a deep breath. She was in charge, something of a reversal from my usual encounter. I pulled off my black t-shirt, unzipped my jeans while kicking off my shoes. She watched with glistening eyes. When I was finally nude, she said, "Dicks are so funny." "Been a while?" I asked. She patted the couch beside her, gesturing me to sit. "A *long* while," she answered. I came over and sat, my erection bobbing almost comically. I saw what was under the sheet on the coffee table: a tube of KY Jelly. I stared at it and felt what I can only describe as a hot flash, my face growing warm with dread and excitement. Lauren leaned forward and looked at me. Silently, she ran her hand over my chest, letting the hair run between her lithe fingers. It was hot, a single fan in the window serving as the only coolant in the room. Keeping her fingers moving over my chest, she leaned in and kissed me hard. Almost too hard. She pressed her lips into my own, her tongue darting in. I tasted wine and cigarettes. I reached up to run my hands over her body, when she pulled back with a laugh. "Stubbly," she said, and it occurred to me that most of the people she kissed didn't have a five o'clock shadow or a soul patch at the base of their lip. I stroked the soft hair under her arms in response. "Uh-huh," I answered. She smiled, took her shirt off and said, "see for yourself." She raised her arm and I leaned in, licking the thick, bushy hair. I'd never been with a woman with thick hair before, and I devoured her like I was going down. She seemed to like it, her breathing growing labored and her hands stroking my chest, my back, my legs. I moved around to her tiny breasts. The nipples her hard and dark, and I took one of the hoops in my teeth and pulled lightly. She responded with a moan like a purr and told me to bite harder. I was happy to comply, especially when her hand found my cock. She pulled on it awkwardly, out of practice but it still felt good. I moved downward from her breast, licking and biting. She released my dick and pulled my face to her other nipple. "Not yet," she said, so I tugged on the other piercing. Licked and bit until it was as hard as its twin. Lauren raised her far arm, and I strained forward to devour it as I had the other. "Ride me," she commanded. I climbed astride her, the opposite position from the way I usually was in a situation like this. I straddled her thighs as I licked her underarm. She smelled faintly of sweat and Ivory soap - 99 and 44 one hundredths percent pure - and grew very aware of a pressure against my ass. I moved back to her mouth. Kissed her hard. "Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me," I asked. She reached down and pulled on my cock, smiling. "Mmm-hmm," she whispered. "Wanna see?" I wasn't sure if I did, but I scooted back on toward her knees nonetheless. Reaching down to her trousers, I unbuckled the belt. Unbuttoned the pants, smiling nervously. I was so nervous that my cock began to dwindle despite her awkward attentions. I unzipped her pants. "Grab it," she whispered, watching my face carefully. "Grab my big fucking dick." I shoved my hand down under her waistband and felt it. The latex dildo was soft. In any objective sense, I don't think it was *that* big, but it felt monstrous in my hand. As if by instinct, I stroked the inorganic thing in her pants and she reacted at though it were real, moaning gutturally and barring her teeth. "That's it," she said. "Pull it out." She released my cock and reached behind her, hooking her arms over the back of the couch. God, she smelled good. I pulled the dildo out of her pants and looked down at it. It was molded like a real cock - veins, a head - obsidian black and warm. "Jerk it," she whispered. And I laughed nervously, losing my character in this little role-play. Lauren reach up and held my face with both hands. "Shh, baby. Come on, Xander. Stay with me." I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering how sexy this situation was and trying to forget that this was my friend wearing an absurd strap-on penis. I took a breath. I looked back down and began to run my hand up and down the phallus. "That's it," Lauren cooed. "Jerk that fucking dick. Jerk it." There was an edge of needy violence in her voice that turned me right back on. I increased the speed of my hand, looking back at her. Though there were no nerves connecting this latex thing to her, she threw her arms back and watched my hands working on her as though she felt nothing but gritty pleasure. And that turned me on, too. "Suck it," she said. "Suck my big cock." I swallowed, getting into the fantasy now. For whatever reason, Lauren was turned on to the notion of this macho, straight kid being the girl for her. I got up off her and kneeled down between her legs. I reached up to grasp the waist of her pants and she lifted herself up slightly so I could pull them down to her ankles. As I did this, she reached down with her own hand and stroked the dildo idly, as I had in similar situations many time. Another big turn-on. "Suck it," she demanded again. On my knees, I looked at the harness attaching the strap on to her, at her thick pubic hair beneath. Lauren didn't shave her legs, and a downy, brown hair covered them. I leaned forward to the fake cock. She still held it around the base. "Lick it first," she said, and I did. I ran my tongue up the underside of the black dildo, the faint aroma of the latex not overriding the wonderfully pungent scent of Lauren's pussy rising from below. I licked around the base, back up over the top and around the head. Her hand was still gripping the base and after a while she shook the cock, smacking it against my face and growing. "Suck my cock, baby. Suck it deep," she said. I almost laughed again, the nervousness and absurdity almost taking me away. But I didn't. I opened my mouth and took it in. "Yeah. Yeah, Xander. That's it," she said as I bobbed up and down on it. After a moment, she released the base and planted both of her hands on the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair. Then, on a downward stroke she pushed. The dildo touched the back of my throat and I gagged, pulling back. Lauren groaned. "Take it," she whispered, and pushed again. I was totally into this strange scene now and took as much as I could. I moved up and down, and then when she pushed I went down as far as possible and held the black cock. I was almost at the base and I gagged. Coughed around it, a thick patina of slobbery spit running down the dildo, over her harness and into Lauren's thick pubic hair. I coughed again, eyes watering and she held my head fast. I squeezed her thighs as she pushed up from the couch, fucking my mouth. Understand, I was much bigger than she was and could have ended the discomfort at any time. But there was this weird release in being totally subservient to her. Finally, she pulled my head back and I coughed deeply. My face was a mess. It was covered in drool, my eyes streaked with tears. Lauren leaned forward and kissed me hard. I put my arms around her, rubbing up and down her slick back. Then she leaned forward even further and I suckled at her tits while she reached behind me. When she leaned back again, she held the lube in her hand. I stared up at her from between her legs with wide eyes, nervousness overtaking excitement again. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she flipped open the lid of the tube. She and took my hand and turned it palm up. Squirted a huge gob of the slick, viscous liquid into my hand. "Stroke it," she said. "Stroke that big dick." Looking down at it, it seemed infinitely more gigantic than even when Lauren had been cramming it down the back of my throat. The sweat standing out on my fevered skin ran cold. I ran my hand with the cold fluid over it slowly, and the dildo glistened in the soft light. As my hand moved up and down, Lauren whispered, "faster. Jerk it." I did, and even as my hand moved, the skin on my ass seemed more alive. Still working my hand on the fake cock, Lauren pulled me up to straddle her. I put my weight on my knees and she kept her eyes on me as I stared down at the thing that would soon be inside me. My breathing grew ragged, and surprisingly, my own cock came back to life. The dildo was slick in my hand. "Come on. Ride that fucking cock, you slut. Ride it." Her teeth were barred like some feral thing, and that turned me on. I bit my lip, a feminine gesture, and rose on my knees, jostling forward. My cock touched the warm skin of Lauren's flat belly. "Come on," she said urgently. I reached around behind me and took the dildo in my hand, guiding it. "Will it hurt," I asked nonsensically. Lauren looked up into my face, her face still a blend of sexual heat and deep, hidden anger. "Fuck it," she said. I placed it against the sensitive opening of my asshole. Rubbed it against it. Then I sat back. At first, I could not make it go in. I gritted my teeth and pushed down, but it just slid away. "Come on. Fuck me. Do it," Lauren demanded. She reached down and squeezed my balls, gentle but urgent. I placed the head of the cock - Lauren's cock - at my ass again and moaned as I pushed.then I gasped. It was in. There was a sensation that's difficult to describe - it was like *opening*. Coming alive. I groaned. It *did* hurt, like a mild burning around the flesh of my asshole and now I was gritting my teeth. I sank a bit deeper, though, and pulled back so just the head was inside. "That's it," Lauren whispered. He eyes had the look of someone half here, half somewhere else. "Take it. Take it." She was exorcising something, I think. At that moment, though, all I wanted to do was please her. All I wanted was to be fucked by her. When I adjusted and the burning feeling passed, I took the dildo deeper again. Down a little more, then all the way up. I went down again and found this *spot*. I let out a loud moan that seemed to come from my stomach. It was amazing. I put my hands on my thighs and began rocking, totally speared. I'd never felt as *full*, and Lauren's black dick was touching me somewhere I'd never been touched before. "Yes," Lauren groaned. "Do it. Do it." I was pouring sweat, and as I rode her my cock rubbed against her belly button piercing, arousing me further. I took a bit more of the dildo, gritting my teeth and groaning so loudly that the neighbors probably got quite a sound show. Just when I thought I was going to come right then on her belly, Lauren pushed me off. "Lie back, baby," she whispered. She was breathing hard now, too. I climbed off her and leaned back on the couch, and she kneeled between my legs. She poured more of the jelly on her own hand, rubbed it over the dildo and then reached forward to fuck my ass with her fingers. I was really into it now. Lauren pushed my legs back and I held her there. She teased my asshole with the cock, and I said words that came unbidden, words I never thought I would hear myself say. "Yes. Fuck me," I said. She pushed inside me and I let out a cry. With her in control, she fucked me deeper and I was riding the razor's edge of pain. She stayed on her knees for a time, watching the dildo go in and out of me, eyes flicking up to read my face now and again. Then she leaned down, her slick torso meeting my own. She put my legs over her shoulders and began to fucking *plow* me. I totally gave over to the sensation of the experience. Her smell and my own. The taste of her sweat. The full sensation in my bowels and the undulating pressure and the synthetic veins worked my asshole. She locked her mouth on mine as she fucked me, our moans blending in each other's mouths. All this while, her stomach rubbed my needy cock, and finally it was enough. I came hard, maybe as hard as I ever have. Jets of my semen lubricated our bodies as she had her way with me. Her own rhythm slowed, then stopped. We lay still for a moment, the pressure inside me both tremendous and aggravating. Her face next to my ear, Lauren laughed, the shaking jostling inside me. When she slowly pulled out of me, I felt oddly vacant. I laid breathing for a moment, watching her undress with a smile on my face. She pulled her shoes off, her trousers. The strap-on shimmered wetly and she took it off. Already, I could feel myself getting turned on again. Lauren plopped down on the couch across from me and asked me how long it would take me to get doing again. "Not long," I answered. Now she looked nervous at the prospect of being fucked by a man. She started to play with herself and I did the same, becoming hard again pretty quickly. As I watched her watching me though, it occurred to me that as much as I wanted to be inside her, as much as I wanted to taste her, Lauren really was a lesbian. "You don't want to do this at all," I said with a half- smile. She sputtered for a moment, saying that we agreed and all that, but I cut her off. "Look. I had a great time, Lauren. But.listen. Just make me a tape of you and one of your girlfriends." She laughed and threw a pillow across at me. "Straight guys. You're all the same." But she looked relieved. It's funny, in any regular story this would be the point where I just gather my clothes and leave. Instead, though, Lauren and I cuddled the night away naked as jaybirds and watching a Dennis Miller special on HBO. We fell asleep under a cover on the couch, my come dried on both of our stomachs, and perfectly contented with the way things had gone. I was sore the next morning and told her so. Lauren laughed, making breakfast. "What can I say," she answered. "I got a big dick." I looked back at the coffee table. She was right. Feedback? XanderDG@hotmail.com Archive if you like, but let me know where. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. 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