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  "Sheri, wake up, baby." Rebecca's soft voice wakes me out of my confusing dream-nightmare of spinning trees and giants waving their arms. I struggle to open my eyes, and my right eye partially opens to see the bright sun shining directly into my eye. I'm immediately blinded, and scream from the pain, then it fades as the throbbing agony in my head registers on my dulled senses. "Oh, geez, what did I drink last night?" I ask myself, mumbling incoherently. "My head...." "Sheri, you've got to wake up, darling. It's important," Rebecca's voice again. "Oh, Rebecca, please, I've got such an awful headache. Can't I just sleep a little longer? Can you snuggle me?" I plead. There's no answer from my love. I try to open my eyes again, and still only the right eye opens, and only partially at that. My head shifts slightly, judging by the bolts of pain shooting through my head anyway. At least that keeps the sun...

  I was new to the cheerleading squad, and our team, a pro ball team,demanded the best looking girls. I was surprised I made it, since I don't consider myself that good looking. True, I've never had trouble finding guys, and my figure is pretty good but not perfect. It took about three days to find out who the bitches were, and who the friendly girls were. Names here have been changed to protect us all. Our costumes consisted of scanty wisps of nylon, and small shorts, our long dance leotards that hugged our bodies close. You HAD to be in shape, else every little bulge or flabby spot would show. Terry, a bitchy blonde who'd originally given me bad advice constantly griped about wearing skimpy costumes just to give the guys in the audience a thrill. She kept saying that she'd rather fuck a bull than most of the sports fan slobs. It was Nancy, a slim brunette that told me to ignore Terry. Nancy was very pretty, with a slim figure and legs that were perfect, especially whe...

  Laura’s bisexual exploration began unknowingly by helping her neighbor, Nina. Nina smiled at Laura all the time, and Laura easily missed the slight difference in Nina’s grin displayed at her now as she opened Nina’s door. Laura rushed through the townhouse for the bathroom, leaving her husband, Freddy, to guide Nina and her rubbery legs to the couch. The friends had been drinking at a nearby party in their townhouse complex, until a couple of drunken frat-boy types tried taking advantage of Nina. The strong margaritas had overwhelmed the thin five feet two inch tall twenty-four year old Nina. Nina’s long, almost to her ass, straight blond hair, pretty face, large deep blue eyes, and happy nature made her popular at the frequent parties in the townhouses. The absence of Nina’s big muscular husband, Tim, had stirred the development’s younger degenerates. After Laura witnessed a couple of college boys groping their drunken ...

  It was a cold night in late February, just a few miles off campus from a generic northern university. One of those crisp nights when you can smell the snow coming. I was eighteen, a lowly pledge and designated "Sober Sister" at a lame joint Fraternity/Sorority mixer, which meant I was required to stay sober and drive the intoxicated, initiated sisters home. It was about midnight when one of the few sisters I had come to adore asked me to drive her back to her apartment. Her family was quite well off and she was one of the few people I knew who had their own super-styling pad, not the usual college digs with a million roommates, so I always enjoyed hanging out with her. She was a senior, over twenty-one with a fully stocked bar, so since I was bored, sober and really in the mood to get out of there, I jumped at the chance. As we left the party, snowflakes started to fall. We both laughed and twirled around, catching snowflakes on our tongues. It was a pretty long walk down t...