It was late sunday morning when Georgia crawled out of bed. She felt sick, and sure enough, when she got the bathroom, she threw up. Looking at her reflection, the red mark had faded, and she noticed the swelling had gone down in her ankle. So there was that.
Something was different about her reflection, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She shrugged on her bathrobe, and it felt a little roomier than normal. Maybe she was taking her diet a little too seriously! Opening it up, she looked down, and her breasts did look a little smaller. That was good for cheerleading, but bad for attracting boys.
She instantly felt sick thinking about boys. Hormone addled, too muscular, all they ever wanted to do was stick their cocks in her. While she was no virgin, she didn't put out nearly as much as others claimed. She couldn't afford to get pregnant.
That crack about STD's had gotten to her though. Georgia went to her doctor often, praying that she remained healthy and clean.
She sat down on her couch and noticed she had a lot of text messages from her squad. Apparently they all felt out of sorts too. Had Brad spiked their drinks? It was hard to believe, but maybe someone else had. She turned on her tv, and flipped through channels aimlessly.
She came across a movie where two pretty girls were holding hands, and she watched, mesmerized. When they actually kissed, she opened up her robe and started to play with her nipples. Sadly, the sex scene was carefully shot, and it didn't show anything.
Georgia knew she had some level of attraction for girls, but she'd always kept that private. If her mother knew, she'd hit the roof. There had been one close call when she was 13, at a sleepover...the first time she'd ever seen another girl naked.
They'd gotten some alcohol, and while the other girl, Tracy, claimed not to remember what they did, Georgia hadn't forgotten. They'd made out, and Georgia had even licked the other girl's pussy. And she'd liked it.
Even now, that made her aroused as hell, and she wished so hard that she'd been able to fuck Tracy again. Or any girl!
She started to have thoughts about Sam's tanned, toned body...and then Vicky. She imagined what Vicky's slit would look like. Cute, like the rest of her...tight and ready...maybe with very fine pubic hair...
That did it, she was wet now, and she would have to attend to this. Good thing she lived alone! She ordered a softcore porn, and skipped ahead to a sex scene. Two girls about her age, one was a lot smaller than the other.
She imagined that being her and Vicky, but at some point, as she thrust her fingers into her clit, she imagined being the smaller girl, being held by a taller girl...played with...unable to resist...
She came loudly, glad her walls were soundproofed. Oh God, that had felt so good! Maybe once she'd snagged a guy, she could talk him into a threesome with another girl. I mean, what guy wasn't turned on by two girls having sex? Pigs...but she wanted it so badly now...
At some point she passed out.