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Lesa
By
Jan
I woke up with a hangover and feeling ashamed of myself as soon as I remembered what took place last night. My dorm room felt like the walls were closing in on me. I crawled out of bed and took a long hot shower. I was dehydrated but water didn't satisfy my thirst or relieve the throbbing in my temples.
I had gone to a frat party with the guy I had been dating for several months. I was under the illusion that I was in love with him. I had met him while taking a general education English Literature class. He was a handsome guy with a nice face and black wavy hair and blue eyes. He was obviously a black-Irishman.
He was attracted to me because I am a 20- year-old natural blonde and petite 5-foot 3-inch junior at The University of California at Los Angeles (UCLA) and I only weighed 103 pounds. It always embarrasses me when someone comments that I look like a much young teenager and how pretty I am. My breasts are only modest 34-B cup. My nipples happen to be rather large though.
I was no virgin and had fucked him a number of times before he had invited me to the frat party and I had gone with him to the party. I had foolishly consumed far too much alcohol. We started necking but before long he was removing my clothes and he was fucking me on the living room couch in full view of all present. When he finished fucking me another guy mounted me. I was so drunk that I don't even remember how many guys fucked me. Their faces hovering over me were just blurs. The only face that made a lasting memory was the face of one of the black UCLA football players. I don't even remember how I got back to my dorm room. I was so upset that I vowed to do something about being able to prevent that from ever happening again.
The most famous gym in southern California is near UCLA it is Gold's Gym in Venice. A number of famous bodybuilders were trained there. Some of the Mr. Universe became actors like Steve Reeves that made Italian movies in the '50s as Hercules, Arnold Schwarzenegger that not only made movies he married a Kennedy and became governor of California, and Lou Ferrigno was deaf but best known as the hulk on TV. That was why I joined that gym with the goal of improving my strength and ability to defend myself. I was also thinking at the time that I would buy a handgun.
When I joined the gym, I also enrolled in a self-defense class. In that class, I learned about the problems of getting permits to carry a concealed weapon and potential problems involved if the gun is used. I had never realized that I had a submissive personality. I had a limited sexual history. Until the night of that party, I only had heterosexual sex with three other males including the guy that brought her to the party.
I had always been a withdrawn personality and very taciturn. I lacked self-confidence and that's why I hoped to improve both physically and self- confidence with the help of weight training and martial arts. I had a girlfriend as a teenager that we had experimented with oral sex with each other until we discovered that boys had a toy between their legs. Right at that moment, I was thinking very much about becoming celibate.
The woman that was to become my trainer was an impressive specimen. I met her the first day I went to the gym. I was so impressed by her physique and approached her with: "Hello, my name is Lesa Smith and I wanted to tell you how impressed I am by your physique. I would like to develop my body to look have as good as yours."
The woman said: "Hi I'm Ashley Farmington." I learned that she was no more than 10-years-older than me. She was five-feet 7-inches tall and a solid 140 pounds. She had cut abs and a lean muscular look. Her skin was flawless. Ashley had hopes of competing in a forthcoming season of bodybuilding competitions. She was at that point in her carrier that she was going to have to make up her mind if taking anabolic steroids was worth it. Her muscular development had reached a plateau and she was under pressure to juice up.
I was to learn that Ashley has been a dedicated lesbian almost her entire life. She had never had a sexual interest in males. When her contemporaries were perusing boys, Ashley was seeking the company girls and older women. By the time she was 10-years-old, she had met an older woman that had taught her that masturbating and licking pussy was not the only way to please a female. She is attracted to dykes and fems equally. She has sex with either types as well as races and religions indiscriminately, At the time I met her she had no steady girlfriend.
When I introduced myself to Ashley, I felt an attraction to her instantly. Ashley thought I looked so adorable, with my delicate body and my head of sun-bleached blonde hair in ringlets parting in the middle and framing my delicate face. My blue eyes were so large they reminded her of Japanese anime cartoons. She told me that she wanted to take me into her arms and smothered me with kisses.
Ashley has an outgoing and friendly personality most people that come in contact with her like her. As my trainer, she started me on a program designed to build muscle mass as well as an exercise program to build flexibility and fighting capacity. I eventually become comfortable with the strenuous routine and the new surroundings. While doing so, I also got to know the people that used the facility.
The males I liked at the gym were no threat because they were gay. The narcissistic Romeos were buffoons as far as I was concerned. I was intimidated by the powerful women that worked out at the gym at first.
One of the other women that impressed me a lot was a black extreme bodybuilder. Her name is Siltation Murry and she is named after Silanion the best of the Greek portrait-sculptors during the fourth century BC. His style was an inspiration for the sculptures of the Renaissance like Michelangelo. All of Silanion's friends call her Sil for short. She is in her mid-30's, 5-feet 9-inches tall, and she is 173 pounds. Her weight varies with her training regimen. Sil is a professional female bodybuilder and winner of numerous competitions.
Her career is coming to an end and she is unsure of her future. Sil has taken anabolic steroids for over 10 years and the side effects of these drugs are not reversible. Her voice has deepened and she has to get unwanted facial hair removed by electrolysis. The most personal change in her appearance is that with the massive muscle buildup her beasts are no more than a small B-cup on her massive pectoral muscles and her clitoris has enlarged a lot. Even when Sil is not excited sexually her clit is large (over two inches in length) and very pronounced. Her labia have also gotten much larger and coupled with her enlarged clit cause her some embarrassment with having sex with new female partners. The added benefit of being able to penetrate her girlfriends while fucking them and the ability to enjoy having her girlfriends give her a blowjob by sucking on her clit was a plus.
Additionally, when Sil is on her cycle of steroids her libido is through the roof. Normally a very sexualized person the long use of steroids has increased her masculine physical traits, they increase her extremely libido and aggressiveness. Sil's personality is brash and abrasive especially when she's on steroids. Sil got involved in bodybuilding to increase her self-confidence and self-esteem. While that worked to a great extent initially, she has become concerned about her ego alienating many of her past friends now that her companion career is coming to an end.
I was curious and intimidated by Sil and the first time I asked her about how long it took her to develop her body. She barked at me and she frighted me. Ashley assured me not to take Sil's behavior personally because she gets that way when she is taking steroids before the competition.
Sil did apologize later and told me that she had been training for fifteen years. Her body looked like she could compete with men for Mr. Universe except for the little breasts and lack of male genitalia in her bikini bottom.
I wanted to be stronger but had no desire to look like Ashley or Sil My body was bruised and sore from the self-defense classes. Ashley suggested that I would benefit from the use of a sauna and a rubdown. I had learned to trust her and we had become friends. I not only liked her I felt safe in her company.
We were working out in the evening and there were only one or two people in the building so we had the use of the sauna to ourselves. We rapped our naked bodies in clean white sheets and entered the cedar room and sat on the bench with our backs against the wall. The dry heat had us sweating quickly and the peppery cider smell stung my nose's. We unwrapped ourselves and started sweating profusely. I was already comfortable seeing her naked. Only now I could see her crotch. She assured me that she shaved down there completely because of the companions. It wouldn't do for a judge to see a stray hair down there or dark stubble. It was obvious that her nipples were stimulated because they were larger than I had ever seen them before.
I was becoming sexually stimulate just looking at her naked body and feeling the sting of the spicy smell of the cedar in my nose. The dry air also dried out my nose and mouth. After ten minutes elapsed, we exited the sauna and relaxed on plastic recliners until we stopped sweating. We took a quick shower before returning to the sauna for another ten minutes. This time Ashley took me in her arms and kissed me. The kiss was very passionate and she stuck her tongue into my mouth, sucked on my tongue, and licked my face. While she was embracing me, our sweaty tits were pressed against each other's and I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my soft tits. We were just getting into making love when the timer went off. We had to get out and relax again when we stopped sweating, we went to the showers and started washing off in warm water and changed it too cold to close out pores. When we got dressed. I was happy I had brought fresh clothes on Ashley's advice because the clothes I had been wearing reeked of my body odor. I had no idea that my body stunk that much. The clothes smelled of stale cigarette smoke and I didn't even smoke. We put on fresh clothes and went to dinner together. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
We discussed my major and classes I was taking and she told me that she had graduated with a degree in physical therapy. When she inquired about what had brought me to Gold's Gym, I told her about the guy I had dated had taken me to a frat party and I had foolishly drunk too much and wound up getting fucked by an unknown number of guys. Ashley admitted that she had also been raped in her youth. I felt that we shared sisterhood and an even stronger affinity for her.
Ashley reached across the table and took hold of my hand she confided with me: "I have been lesbian since I was a twelve-year-old. I hope that you won't reject my friendship."
I felt an even stronger bond with her. "Ashley, I feel a strong affinity with you. I can admit I experimented with lesbian sex with a girlfriend when I was a 12-year-old girl, but I haven't had sex with another girl since. If you are attracted to me, I would be flattered but I'm unsure if that is something I'm prepared to go in that direction"
Ashley asked: "Would you be willing to come home with for a nightcap?"
I squeezed her hand: "Let's get out of here."
Ashley insisted on paying the bill and we took her car to her home in Venice. Her home was an old house built in the 1920s but it had been remodeled. While retaining the Spanish beach house look a contractor had modernized the small kitchen with modern appliances and contemporary cabinets. The two bedrooms had been turned into a single bedroom with a large closet and a modern spacious bathroom. The living room was cozy and the mustard and occur ragged walls gave the room a warm glow. As soon as we entered the house Ashley turned on the lights and turned up the thermostat to take the chill out of the house.
She turned on her stereo to fill the house with pleasant mood music. We removed our coats and slipped out of our shoes to rest our feet. We embarrassed and danced to the slow dance music. The feel of her warm body rubbed against me was thrilling. Being so much shorter than her my face nestled between her fragrant breasts. The smell of Opium by Yves Saint Laurent filled the room and my own clothes absorbed the fragrance. I felt her heart beating as my cheek rested between her breasts. At that moment I felt a strong desire to make love to her.
I whispered: "Ashley, I want this feeling to last forever."
Ashley kissed my closed eyes and pressed her lips against my own. She parted my lips with her tongue. When she inhaled, she virtually sucked the air out of my lungs. I was powerless as she inflated my lungs when she exhaled. I felt light-headed and almost slumped in her arm. She supported me and maneuvered me to the couch and we clung to each other as we continued kissing. I hardly realized she was unfastening the back of my dress and bra until I didn't feel the pressure of the bra around my body. I moved back to allow the dress and bra to fall away from my body. It was obvious that I was going to allow Ashley to make love to me. Ashley looked at my small breasts with admitting eyes. She placed her hand on one of my breasts and gently squeezed it. She had to bend over to take the nipple of my other breast into her mouth. I surrendered to the desire and stroked her hair while she nursed on my tit.
I eventually started unfastening the back of her dress. As we completed removing each other's dresses we made our way to the couch where we collapsed in each other's arm. It was an exciting feeling that made me nervous.
We removed each other's remaining clothes quickly. It was a new experience to be kissing a woman. Her lips and face were soft and smooth against my cheek. Her hair occasionally had to be swiped away from her face. It was strange making love to a woman with a hard muscular body with breasts no larger than an adolescent girl. When I stuck my finger into her vagina, I was surprised that she was able to contract the muscles in her vagina around my finger. We had a glorious evening of sex. When I went down on her and ate her pussy, she captured my tongue with her vagina. I envisioned the embarrassment of us being found with my tongue stuck in her pussy. After a short time, we made our way to her bedroom while clinging to each other's naked bodies.
We stripped the bed of everything but the fitted mattress sheet. Then we wallowed around on top in a tangle of arms and legs. Ashley was strong enough to move my body around as easily as you would an infant. After we had performed cunnilingus on each other to orgasm Ashley lid me on my back and knelt over my chest and moved her pussy to my mouth. She ground her pussy and asshole against my mouth and nose until she had another orgasm. My nose was filled with her bodily fluid. That evening cemented that I was in love with Ashley.
The two of us attended Sil's bodybuilding competitions to support her. When she victorious in her attempt to be Miss California the three of us partied that evening. We were in Sacramento and staying in Hyatt Regency and Sil was ready to brake training. We had a great dinner and consumed a bottle of wine before we started drinking in the bar. She placed her trophy on the table and we surrounded it with empty glasses. We were in a jovial mood as we made our way to the elevators on our way up to our room. We had bought a bottle of vodka to continue our celebration. We removed our clothes when behind the closed door. I was the recipient of their attention. While Ashley was kissing me and playing with my breasts, Sil was able to fuck me with her enlarged clitoris. I got to suck my first black pussy and asshole. I was drunk but remember that I had sucked both of their pussies and assholes to orgasms. We were asleep in the queen-size e when housekeeping came to clean the room.
Ashley got up to answer the door. She didn't turn away the Mexican woman at all. She invited her in and encouraged her to join us. I was laying in Sil's arms with my cheek resting against her tit. The cleaning lady tried to brush Ashley's advances as she replaced the towels and toiletries, but Ashley was unashamedly relentless. She was behind her and reached around her body to feel her tits. When the woman turned her head to protest, Ashley prevented her protest by sticking her tongue into the woman's mouth. After some struggling, the woman gave up and allowed Ashley to remove her dress. Before we allowed to get dressed and returned to her housekeeping duties, we had engaged in a daisy chain of pussy eating.
When I returned to the UCLA campus, I was well aware of my vulnerability when walking around the campus at night. I carried my car and house keys in my right hand with the keys sticking out from between my fingers. When I was passing through an unlit section on my way to the student parking lot I was grabbed from behind. I was wearing pumps with three-inch heels and I stomped on the top of his right foot. I struggled to turn around to confront my attacker and I successfully stabbed him in the left eye with the car key and scratched his cheek with my house key. I screamed FIRE as loud as I could to draw attention. Several male students came running to restrain the attacker until campus police arrived. I had to appear in court at his trial to testify to the events that took place while his lawyer tried to impugn my corrector and blame me for unjustifiably stab him in the eye and terminally blinding the eye.
Unfortunately for him, there were a couple of other coeds that testified that he had successfully attacked them. A forensic expert testified that sperm samples proved that he had been the one to assault the other girls. It took while before the notoriety to subside and life to return to normal for me on campus. I was tired of having to explain and attribute my successful defense to the self-defense training.
The guys at Gold's Gym gave me a t-shirt with the message on front "DON'T TREAD ON ME!"
From then on when I was walking around campus other coeds would accompany as their hero. I was able seduce almost any girl I took an interest in.
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