She had ran out of money. I discussed it with my wife, Chris, and she was not averse to us helping her out. We had stayed friends over the years. So I...went down in my van and picked her and all her stuff up. I brought it all back to our house until she got back on her feet. We arrived late one evening after a long twelve hour drive from Galveston. We put her in the twin bed next to mine.Let me explain. Chris was disabled with a back injury and needed a special bed to sleep in. She was in. Wendy tried folding her tongue. She tried blowing lightly. She tried nibbling with her teeth. Everything she tried just made Zera pull Wendy’s hair and say:“Do better! You’re supposed to be some goddamned prodigy. For fuck’s sake.”She was trying! She hadn’t been a lesbian before! Sex with boys, or boy more accurately, as she had only experienced--She closed her eyes and wobbled her face around Zera’s reddened mess of a pussy. Straight sex was easy. The boy did most of the work just wanting. I found myself on the sidewalk, trying to walk hurriedly in the heels, their click-clack on the sidewalk reminding me of just how inappropriately I was dressed. I rushed past the lane of sorority houses, finding myself nearer to campus where a gaggle of girls openly gawked at me. My face reddened, and I found that even when I saw a single guy, I couldn’t find it in me to actually approach him. What would I say?I stood dumbly, paralyzed for a moment before I realized that waiting was only going. She heard Him rummaging around behind her and squeezed the toy buried in her ass again in anticipation “And stop fucking with that pump, you’re going to overdo it”. She heard the telltale bubble and the pungent smell and grinned. He moved around in front of her and grabbed a handful of her hair pulling her to Him. He moved His lips to hers and she gently parted them and inhaled as he exhaled the pungent smoke from the bong into her lungs. He kissed her hard and passionately, their breathing in.