A History of Women - Sex Stories

A History of Women

“Have you ever been with another woman?” Miranda asked. Carly looked up from her homework. “I’m sorry?” “Have you ever been with another woman?” her friend repeated. Carly stared at her. “Um, no… Why do you ask?” Miranda shrugged, “Just wondering, really. I haven’t, but I’ve though about it. You know me, there isn’t much I haven’t done. Threesomes, foursomes, but usually no women involved.” She chewed her lip thoughtfully, “Carly, are you a virgin?” Carly looked at Miranda with surprise. “Why are you asking me all these questions?” The two friends had met in Carly’s history class at the beginning of the semester, about three months ago. Carly learned quickly that Miranda had a habit of hooking up with just about any guy she met. She even had a habit of flirting up the male teachers. At the moment, they were in Carly’s apartment studying for their history final. Carly was a B-student. She never failed, nor did she ever get all A’s which she preferred because she didn’t feel the pressure to always be perfect. Miranda on the other hand could care less about any of her classes. The girls were polar opposites of each other, which in the end was why they were good friends. Miranda wore mini-skirts, thongs, tank tops, anything that made her dark wavy hair shine and B-sized breasts look bigger. While Carly cared about her image, she didn’t go though great lengths to flaunt herself. Her blonde hair was streaked with bronze highlights and she wore padded push-up bras a size bigger ...

... than her B-cup. “Well, you and I have been friends for three months, but I’ve never heard you mention a boyfriend or anything like that. I was just interested.” Carly blushed. “Actually, my boyfriend and I split right before college started. We’d been together a year and we did have sex twice before the split. So no, I am not a virgin.” “That’s news to me. Why didn’t you say anything?” Miranda leaned forward on the table, hands tucked under her chin. Her arms squeezed her breasts together under the lowcut shirt she wore. This made Carly blush more. “I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal,” she said, looking back at her homework. A gentle touch on her wrist made her look up again. Miranda was smiling. “I’m sorry, Car. It’s none of my business who you fuck or not. But I am your best friend, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” Carly smiled, she knew Miranda hadn’t meant anything by it, but it still felt weird to tell her. “How about I make it up to you?” Miranda asked. Carly shook her head. “Oh, I know it wasn’t anything to worry about, let’s just get back to our homework.” The hand on Carly’s wrist stayed. “I’m tired of homework. We have until Wednesday to study for this final. I want to do something else.” Although Carly knew the answer she asked, “Like what?” “Oh, you know, something… different. You in?” Carly bit her lip. She like Miranda, but not in that way. What if things went bad and it ruined their friendship? “I…I don’t know.” Miranda pouted. “I promise, it’ll ...