I know you’re all anxiously awaiting Part 2 to my previous blog.  This entry is continued from my previous post. If you haven’t read that one, read it first to get the beginning of this story

So I’m 18. I’m still a virgin, and I will be attending college in a few short months.  “Finally!” I think, “Finally I can get rid of this whole virginity hindrance!”  This is where I decide I want to experience something more… adult.  I’m more than ready, and I certainly see nothing wrong with any of it.  I’ve been watching porn since I was younger, and even snuck into a couple of strip clubs a couple of years ago.  It was fascinating.  I wanted to be those girls on stage, I wanted to be exhibiting my most intimate parts for anyone to see.  It gave me such a rush, such a thrill.  This is where I went to work at a massage parlour.  I’ve already covered that topic at length, so I don’t need to go on much about that, except to say that th virgin massage girl was very popular, and while I didn’t break any of the rules and I didn’t give blowjobs or have sex with my clients, they were allowed to touch me, and I let them, and some of them brought me to fantastic orgasms. Some of them wanted to watch while I masturbated.  I got all sorts of requests, and I do not regret a day of it.

So, moving along to college.  I was taking fine arts at the time.  September came and went, and with that I turnd 19.  Finally, I was able to *legally* go to a bar, and have a drink!  I meet a girl who is the ‘outcast’ of the class.  She looked sort of like a younger Pamela Anderson, but without any cosmetic enhancements.  She had a bit of acne scarring on her face, but it was most comforting to see, because I had a particularly turbulent adolscence, and hav always struggled with that myself.  To see someone who had the same issue I did, and yet was so sexy – I was enamoured. She had a bad reputation, her art was always overtly sexual in nature, and she wore tight fitting catsuits, and exposed midriff tops with low cut jeans, and other things that were extremely sexy.  I was so compelled to get to know this girl more, but I was intimidated.  She was everything I wanted to be, and yet I couldn’t even say hello.  One day we were paired up for a specific task, and it just happened that I was chosen to work with her.

As it turns out, she was very sweet, and friendly with me.  She smiled a lot, and we joked and laughed, and made extreme innuendo-laden comments to each other, and with the boys sitting around us.  At the end of the class, she invited me to join her at lunch.  She lived a couple of blocks off campus, so she normally walked home for lunch.  So we went, and we chatted the whole way. She told me about her boyfriend, and how she lives with her mother, but her mother had a job that required her to travel for a week or two at a time, so she basically had the run of the house.   Lunch went by very quickly, as did the rest of the day.  The next day she came to sit with me in class, and said that there’s an industrial dance club that she liked going to and she asked if I wanted to come out on Friday.  I was excited, and said that I’d love to, but I did live fairly far from the club district, and I wouldn’t be able to stay late because I had to catch the transit home.  She suggested I come stay at her place, after all, her mother wasn’t home that week, and it was just her & her boyfriend there.  Perfect!

Fast forward to Friday night.  I take my overnight bag to school, and after class we go to her place to eat dinner and get ready for the club.  Since I’d been working at the massage parlour for a few months, I had a couple of really sexy dresses, so I brought them along, not knowing what to wear.  When we got to her place her boyfriend was there, and the first thing he did was look me up and down, and then said excitedly to his girlfriend “Oooh! I like this one! Can we have an orgy?!”  We all laughed it off, not commenting either way, and let the subject drop – though it was on my mind.  Was he being serious?  So this girl, (we’ll call her Pam), So Pam and I started to get ready for the club.  Doing our hair, and trading makeup tricks, and deciding what to wear.  We ended up wearing two of the dresses I brought.  One was an ass-skimming velvet A-line dress, black with spaghetti straps, and little blue butterflies on it, the other one, an equally short, but tight fitting black microfiber dress with string tie at the back.  She wore the latter of the two.  She also suggested we go without panties, that it would be some sort of game, to see if no one would notice.  I was getting all turned on just seeing her in my dress, and I had no idea what was to come, so I readily agreed.   Her boyfriend joked about having the two hottest girls at the club, and how we didn’t even need to go because he had what he wanted right there.  We giggled and headed to the club.

The music was very dark industrial almost gothic, with a heavy, grinding bass. It was smoky and dark, and seedy, and yet I found it to be extremely sexy.  Her boyfriend saw some of his friends and went to talk to them while Pam and I went to the dance floor.  She started moving her body to the beat of the music, in the most erotic fashion… almost like a stripper.  I tried to mimic some of her movements, as I’d never been at a club like this before, and I’m sure it showed! We were getting looks from all the guys in the club, and most of the girls too, so Pam decided to put on a show for them, and started to dirty dance with me.  She ran her hands up and down my body, hinting as though she was going to lift up my dress and show the club my nakedness underneath, and surprisingly to me, it didn’t make me nervous, it made me excited.  I started to play along, running my hands along her body, slowly caressing her thigh, up over her hip, along her side and finally reaching the curve of her breasts.  We didn’t get a chance to go any further as her boyfriend came to get us, saying he had to meet someone at the club next door, and we should go there.

The club next door was more of a euro-dance bar, with raised dance platforms, go-go cages, ultraviolet and strobe lights, etc.  It was much bigger, though not much brighter.  Her boyfriend went to meet his friends in the corner, and Pam pulled me up to a railed-in dance platform that was maybe 3 feet above the crowd.  I lightly protested, reminding her we had no panties on, but this seemed to encourage her.  We got to the top, and as we did the next song to come on was something very sexy by Massive Attack, and we began our dance again, this time for a much larger crowd.  We were dancing, running our hands up and down each other, teasing and then she leaned in and kissed me.  I didn’t stop her.  It felt so good that I didn’t notice her hands had reached down and pulled the bottom of my dress completely up, exposing my bare pussy to the crowd.  When I finally did notice we were already getting hoots and hollers from the crowd of men that had gathered around to watch the ‘lesbian show’! My instinct was to grab my dress and yank it back down, but I wasn’t embarrassed.  I was jolted with excitement.  The thought of all those strangers seeing my most intimate places, where previously only I had explored was a surprisingly major turn on.  I kept dancing with Pam, this time edging her dress up, which she also ‘reacted’ to, but neither of us really cared: after all, we were on a platform, and they could see up our skirts anyway!

The song ended and we climbed down as her boyfriend had returned.  He suggested he had enough of the club and wanted to go home.  I didn’t mind, as much fun as I was having, it was a lot to take in all in one night, and to go back to her place and relax, maybe watch a movie sounded just right.  We walked the short distance back from the club, chatting about nothing, and made it to her house.  Pam’s boyfriend suggested he should give her a massage, so she climbed onto the carpet face down, and he straddled her ass, and began rubbing her back and shoulders.  We all chatted about the club, and the crowd, and how hot we were dancing together.  At that point, her boyfriend turned to me and said “I know, why don’t you give Pam a massage?”  I thought for a moment, knowing *exactly* what he was asking, and agreed.  I straddled her back where he was previously sitting, and began running my hands along her skin.  Having been in the massage business for a little while, I’d picked up a thing or two about how to give erotic massages.  Well, as I was rubbing, and allowing my hands to go further and further down her sides, to caress the back of her breasts, her boyfriend took the dress and pulled it down even further, as she flipped over.

Of course *you* can imagine what happened next… and that is a story in itself, so I’ll save that one for another time.  I had an orgasm that night, and it was from Pam, not her boyfriend! We were all so exhausted that we had to literally crawl to the kitchen after to get some water to drink!  I guess you could say that sort of set the tone for my personal sex life.   I couldn’t have been happier.  Afterwards she told me that when she first saw me at school that she just knew I was a lesbian, or at least bi.  I had never classified my sexuality before, but at that moment I agreed, bisexual was the best word for it.  She also asked if I was a virgin, (because her boyfriend – who was also quite well-endowed – had great difficulty penetrating me), and it surprised me that she’d ask.  I quickly thought I should lie and say no, but I was scared she’d know, so I said yes, I was a virgin.  I think it turned her on even more!

To Be Continued, Again…

xo Violet

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