Bimbo Lights - chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Bimbo Lights - chapter 4

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I went to the kitchen for breakfast Monday morning. I was sad to see Carol was nearly bald again, with a Marine-style haircut. Mom said, “There’s an inspection coming up at the clinic. I got stuck working all next weekend. Elizabeth and her fiancée will be busy, and Carol is going to stay at Jenny’s over the weekend. I know you’re almost 19, but I’d feel more comfortable if you stayed at the Westin’s house with Carol instead of being by yourself. Okay, Ken?”

Jenny’s younger sister Wendy was a gorgeous redhead half a year older than me. I had a massive crush on her curly red hair, pretty face, wonderfully rounded butt, and bountiful boobs. “Okay!”

“Do what Mrs. Westin and your sister tell you. Be good for them.”

I’d do nearly anything to be near Wendy. “Sure! No problem!”

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After school Thursday, I went to Ricky’s house. The rest of our friends were ‘too busy with homework’. I knew Andy and Wil’s ‘homework’ involved sex with their new girlfriends, and Josh was busy screwing his younger sister Cindy again. After two rounds jerking off to porn mags in Ricky’s basement, I said, “I got something just as good as Bimbo Lights, maybe better. Here. Read the label and get a hot girl to drink it.” I handed him a bottle of Anal Ale.

“OHMIGAWD! This stuff really works?”

I smiled from ear to ear. “On Friday and Saturday I fucked a pair of girls in the butt, three times each. It works great!”

“Wow! Um… don’t freak out, okay? I haven’t told anybody else yet. ...

... This is really embarrassing, but…”

I asked what I had suspected for a long time. “But you’re gay?”

“No! I love girls and sex with girls! But I kind of want to try… uh, does this stuff work on guys too?”

“I don’t know, but the bottle says so. I’m not gay or into guys at all, so don’t even think…”

“No, I know you’re totally straight. I wouldn’t try anything with you. Please keep my secret?”

“We’ve been friends since kindergarten. Sure. So, which guy do you want to screw?”

“Uh, don’t tell anybody, okay? Mr. Hansen, my Literature professor. I’m pretty sure he’s gay and he’s SO HOT!”

I felt a little nauseous but said, “I hope you have fun with him. I’m spending the weekend at the Westin’s place.” I stood up to leave.

He moaned as he pondered, “Oooh! Chesty Wendy Westin! With the curly red hair and big, round…”

I pointed at the bottle of Anal Ale. “I really hope it works with Wendy. Good luck.”

“Good luck to you too, buddy.”

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I drove Carol to the Westin’s house Friday after school. I parked in the driveway and asked, “So how did I do driving?”

She joked, “You kept the tires on the ground most of the time. Better than last week.”

I sarcastically replied, “Hah hah! Very funny! Other than hitting that mailbox, I’m doing okay.”

“What about the half a dozen times you ran over the curb?”

I blushed in shame. “Well… nobody died. That’s the big thing.”

She chuckled, “Sure. Hahaha!”

We got out of the car and she said, “Some good news, ...