Rodeo Girl - Sex Stories

Rodeo Girl

... two girls having a slumber party. I'd love that, I used to love them when I was younger! It was so brilliant being girls together."

I was so relaxed by the alcohol, and so excited at the thought of a slumber party, that I agreed immediately with a girlish giggle and, before I knew it, I had changed out of my lovely dress and hung it up before slipping into one of her night dresses. She was in a night dress too. We were both looking and acting like teenagers and, to be honest, Mom was a little more hyper than I. She asked me about the pizza delivery guy. She had seen some of the action on the security camera in the kitchen and reckoned he had been completely taken by me. We laughed so hard, but for me this was a massive revelation. No one had ever fancied me before, not in a nice way! We played around with make-up and talked about girly things for hours. It was like we were new best friends!

It was getting late and she turned me to face her and hugged me. Then she looked at me again and pushed my hair back off my cheeks. There was a look of loving in her eyes and I trembled as she planted a big kiss right on my lips, before holding me so tight that I felt she would crush me. I felt so emotionally weak and drained that I needed to feel her strength. I needed to feel embraced by her acceptance. Her warm body pressed against mine through the thin gossamer of our night dresses, her shallow breathing in my ear, her scent filing my nose. Later, when she took off both our faces ...

... and drunkenly showed me how to moisturise, she said I should sleep in the night dress.

That night we were particularly close in bed, both of us hot and carefree from the alcohol. We cuddled each other as girlfriends might. It did not feel wrong at all, it just felt loving, and instead of breaking what we had, it seemed to make it stronger than ever.

There will never be a day more memorable or joyous for me than that. However, it did result in a happy but serious conversation the following morning and we agreed that it was no longer appropriate for us to sleep in the same bed. It was the right thing to do.

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3 Women

I got a part time job in the library and enjoyed the college course even though I was still getting some grief from a few testosterone filled jocks. I had learnt to avoid bad situations and most of the boys were far too interested in girls to be bothering me. I kept my head in my books and felt content with who I was as I knew that when I was at home I could escape to my other world. Every so often Mom would suggest we had another slumber party and let me dress up. I lived for those days.

Mom provided all the love I needed, but by the end of the first term I was somewhat surprised that one or two girls had begun to take an interest in me. It seemed that my avant-garde style, bookishness and unassuming intelligence were an attractive quality to some girls, or perhaps it was simply that I was like them and not a threat, but I liked to think ...