1. Note To Self


    Date: 11/27/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    think how to start, and that thought is all it took to kick my heart back up to high gear. I can feel my cheeks burning too; with shame or excitement, I’m no longer sure. This process has helped already; I’m more certain of my own feelings towards Susan, even if I can’t yet validate them with her or reconcile them with how I feel about Nick and about my own sexuality. Maybe this will help. ~~~ It’s hard to get the dream straight enough in my head to describe because like all dreams, it jumps around a lot and lacks the consistency of real memories. The two dreams weren’t identical, but now they’re starting to merge in my head into one single narrative. It doesn’t really have a start, but it’s set in the kindergarten bathrooms again. I’m standing in front of the mirror alone – as I was in real life – but this time I’m naked. And horny! I’m squeezing my breasts as I realize it, and I feel a sense of disappointment that I’m not in a place private enough to tend my needs. One hand drops between my legs regardless, and unlike real life the mirrors are lower and the way I’m standing I can see everything I’m doing. I want to touch myself properly, but I can’t – or I just don’t, or won’t – I’m not sure; it’s like a kind of paralysis. I wear panties to bed and I was probably following along in my sleep, which would explain why I couldn’t touch my pussy properly. But I could feel the heat pouring from me and I knew I needed to find somewhere private. Soon! “Do you want a hand with ...
    that?” Susan asked. I didn’t know she was there, but I guess my subconscious did, because I wasn’t startled. “I want …,” I think I said the first bit, but it was like I finished the thought in my head. She seemed to understand, anyway. “I saw you doing … it looked like you hadn’t done it before,” in real life she had said ‘breast exam’, but this time it was something else. Nothing would have made sense, of course – except maybe masturbation – so my mind edited it out of the dream. But whatever she said, it wasn’t sexual; it was just an innocent observation that I was doing something perfectly normal. “I can’t seem to …,” I wanted to say ‘touch myself’ or ‘satisfy myself’, but it came out as something else; something that Susan would think was completely innocent and not masturbation. “Let me show you,” she said, stepping towards me. I turned to face her and now she was naked too, those tiny pink nipples all but incandescent with arousal. I looked down, wanting to compare the colour to her skirt again, but this time she was naked. Her pussy was shaved smooth and open like a tulip and it was every bit as perfectly pink as her nipples. It sounds erotic, but I didn’t have feelings either way about it; just that the color was beautiful. Susan cupped my pussy in her palm and I could feel the warmth and pressure of her fingers against my lips, but I could also feel the bulge of a pussy in my own hand. When I looked down again, my hand was cupped over her mound, soft and warm beneath my ...
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