The Bending of Little Miss Straight

by Suzie XX

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, Mult, Teenagers, Consensual, Romantic, Drunk/Drugged, Lesbian, Group Sex, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: You wake up with a massive hangover and find yourself in a strange bed, totally naked between 2 vaguely familiar but also naked sleeping women. Probably every man's dream, but what if it happened to a straight girl with no recollection of how she came to be there? Her last memories were being on a date with a boyfriend, and an argument. The fog clears slowly and the memories start to return...



I woke up sluggishly with a thumping head and didn't need a doctor to tell me I was intensely hung-over. As my eyes half opened, I was immediately conscious that my arm was draped over somebody else and judging by the curly blond hair and the soft feel to her skin I could tell it was another female, a naked one at that. I lifted the duvet to look at my body and confirmed what I suspected, that I was also totally bare.

I feverishly tried to remember the events that had led to my being in bed with a woman. I remembered being in a wine-bar with my boyfriend at the start of the evening, and an argument with him. But what happened after that? I tried to roll onto my back but there was someone else on the other side of me preventing me completing this manoeuvre. I shifted position so that I could lie flat, and looked to see who else I was sharing a bed with. Oh my god, there was another woman facing me with long straight brown hair mostly covering her face. What the hell had I been up to?

I felt terrible and my mouth was dry. I wasn't sure if I was going to be sick but I was very sure that I needed to pee badly. The two women seemed to be sound asleep, so I pulled myself up to a sitting position between the two pillows and waited for my head to acclimatize to these dizzy heights. I pulled my legs out of the duvet and rested them on top of it. I noticed the amount of dried feminine secretions on my lower body and thighs and knew there had been some girly sexual activity the previous night.

Sitting there looking round at this strange room I decided that from the feeling in my stomach, yes, I could very well puke soon, so stood up slowly and bounced my way down the bed, avoiding the limbs of the sleeping women, and stepped down onto the floor. Swaying there, holding onto the bed to stop the room spinning, the needs I had to discharge at both ends drove me to decide which of the 3 doors I could see would be most likely to lead to a bathroom.

The one I picked led on to a landing. The urge to pee was now urgent and I pressed my fingers against my peehole. Opening another door found a smaller bedroom but the next one I tried was a bathroom thank goodness. Being naked, there was no messing around; I opened the lid of the toilet and was already going by the time I sat down. Even while I drained at one end my stomach heaved and I tried to delay the vomit long enough to finish urinating. As the flow stopped I turned round and decorated the toilet bowl and seat with several heaves of puke. Things suddenly became clearer now that the needs had been met. I flushed the toilet, wiped the seat with more tissues and flushed again.

My memories of the previous evening were also becoming slightly clearer. Jack and I were enjoying a drink before going back to his flat for some sexy fun like we had been chatting about, when three of his mates came by us on the way out from the far end of the bar. After the laddish greetings the friends said they were off to play snooker. This was obvious as they all carried long thin cases with their cues in.

"Hey, why don't you two come with us, we'll have a laugh," said one, followed by yeah's from the other two. Jack looked at me and I wrinkled my nose and shook my head slightly.

"Come on," he said, "Just a few frames then we'll go I promise." To the others he said "Go on, we'll follow on in a few minutes."

As they left I told Jack "I really don't want to go to the snooker hall, it's smoky and boring for me. Let's go to your flat like we said."

"Oh come on Ali, just for a while, I've promised them now."

"I don't want to go." I maintained.

"Well I do!"

"Well I don't!!" I exclaimed much louder than I had intended. Surely he wasn't going to pass up a sexy time with me for snooker with his dork mates.

"Well, fuck you then, stay here but I'm going." He shouted. With that, he thrust his half- drunk pint glass of lager into my free hand and stalked away. Dammit, I was losing out to snooker balls! Had I thought a bit faster I should have slung the lager over the back of his shirt. But as it was, I stood there with my half pint glass of lager in one hand and his glass in the other, staring open-mouthed in disbelief as he ran after his mates.

I became embarrassingly aware that the hubbub of the conversations around us had gone quiet and I was being stared at by more than a few people. I was feeling gutted at the rejection, and tears of suppressed rage filled my eyes! I turned and walked further into the bar, heading nowhere in particular, to indicate the show was over and was blushing to my roots! "Shit!" I said through my teeth without sound. 'That bastard was SO dumped!' I thought.

"Wow, what a bastard!" said a voice at my side echoing my thoughts. It was a woman with long dark hair carrying two orange coloured cocktails. "Come and sit at our table for a minute and calm down." She smiled a sympathetic smile at me.

Grateful for the rescue, I nodded and followed her to a table. Another woman with curly fair hair was sitting there and it was obviously these two I had been sandwiched between in bed this morning. But how on earth had I agreed to go to bed with them, and what had we done? The thought of lesbian activity normally turns my stomach, but what else could explain my sleeping with the women.

"Hello," said the curly one, "what's all this? I asked for a Between the Sheets, not a girl to go between them!"

"Oh yes, ha ha, very witty," answered the long straight hair, "No, this is, um..."

"... Alison." I said. "But call me Ali."

"Yes, Ali just had a spat with her boyfriend and needs a bolt-hole. You don't mind do you?"

"No, of course not; a pretty face is always welcome. Sit down love." I put the two glasses down and pulled up a spare chair to join them. She added, "I'm Penny by the way and that's Rita who brought you over."

Yes, now I remember how I had come to meet them, they seemed so nice. Rita and Penny. But I was 18 and they must have been well in their thirties. I racked my fuzzy brain to think how it had got to here from there.

I do remember finishing my beer and pouring Jack's beer into my glass saying "No point in wasting it!"

"That's the way girl," said Penny, "drown the bastard!" We all laughed at the imagery and I soon downed the rest of his ale. "So what do you do, other than pick up deficient men?" she enquired.

"I'm at college; want to get into med school eventually."

"You want to be medic-Ali qualified then?" I grimaced at the awful joke and we all laughed again.

I finished the beer and Penny offered to buy some more drinks.

"I can't drink any more beer," I said, "What is that you are drinking? It looks nice."

"Like I said before it's called a Between the Sheets, honestly. It's passion-fruit with Bacardi and cognac and a bit of lime juice. It's lovely, have a taste." She pushed her almost empty glass to me and I did, and had to admit it was nice so I said I'd have one too. The women were great fun and joked a lot. I can never remember more than a few jokes, but they both laughed heartily at those I thought of. Pretty soon I forgot about Jack and was having a far better time with my new friends.

My stomach had settled a bit and I had enough confidence to leave the bathroom without fear of more retching. I was now conscious of being naked and went back to the bedroom where Rita and Penny were still sleeping. I had a look round the bed and lifted the duvet slightly at the bottom of the bed but there was no sign of any clothing. So I tiptoed back out the room and went downstairs. In the kitchen I found a glass and took a big swig of tap-water to quench a raging thirst and then filled a kettle to make a coffee.

While I waited for the kettle to boil I went into the living room and there, scattered all around the settee, were all of our clothes. I picked up my panties from last night. They smelt a bit soiled but were dry now so I slipped them on. I couldn't see my bra but found the strappy top I had been wearing, so pulled that on too, and then heard the kettle coming to the boil. I located a mug, a spoon and the coffee jar and poured a steaming strong black brew out. I sat on a stool in the kitchen with my head in my hands feeling vaguely disgusted with myself for what it appeared had obviously gone on, and tried to remember more of it all.

I suppose I ought to have collected my things and gone, but I had no idea where I was or how I had got here and frankly I was such a mess that I couldn't face the outside yet. Especially in the bright sunlight that hurt my eyes when I pulled the curtain to one side and looked out the window.

Instead, I sat there in the kitchen in my top and panties drinking coffee while I tried to recall what had happened, and if I had done anything a straight girl would regret. Maybe I had just got drunk and they brought me home to sleep it off. In that case why not put me in the spare room then? Oh, come on Alison, you were in the wine-bar talking with them. What then?

There had been another round of drinks. Ah yes, I remember going to the bar and getting three more of those damn cocktails and been shocked at the cost. Oh yes, I was feeling decidedly merry as I took back the drinks to the table.

"I think I will go home after this one," I had said. "Or else I won't be able to walk home at all!"

"Sorry, we shouldn't be letting a young girl drink so much," said Rita. "Finish the drink and we'll all go for a walk and think of something else to do, shall we?"

"Great idea," agreed Penny, "We could go to a club and maybe you'll pick up a better bloke than you just dumped."

"Oh no!" I stated, "No way. I've so had it with men, for now anyway!"

Yes, that was my first big mistake!

Penny laughed and said "Well, you can join our club; we've been off men for years."

"Hey you've hit on a good idea Pen," said Rita suddenly.

"I have?" asked Penny looking surprised.

"Yes, the Pink Lady club. Just what Ali needs right now." They exchanged smiles and I suspected I was in for a new experience but was just so pleased to have found such fun friends that I thought I would enjoy the ride, wherever it led. I did point out that I hadn't brought very much money out with me, not that students have a great deal to bring.

They assured me I wouldn't need money and I said "OK what the hell. I'm up for anything tonight!"

Second big mistake!

We finished our cocktails and walked through town for a while, letting the cool April air sober us up a little. We found a taxi rank and they directed the driver to an out-of-town trading estate. The club was tucked away at the back of the trading estate and there was only one small sign to say this was anything but some obscure company's warehouse. Unless you knew it was there, you would never find it. But the large car park was quite full so obviously a lot of people DO know about it.

On entering, it was apparent that the women were well known here as members and chatted to the lady at the desk like old friends. They signed me in as a guest and Rita gave her a £10 note, and then we entered the club through a red leather-padded door. The room was large, probably a converted warehouse, and at the left-hand side was a well lit bar but the rest of the room had soft pink subdued lighting. There was a dance floor where some dance-girls were putting on a show with spotlights playing on them.

We made our way to the bar and, looking around, I could see that there were just girls and women here, some sitting in pairs or in groups, others just standing in groups watching the dancers. Penny ordered some cocktails, different ones this time, pale yellow in colour with bits of fruit floating on top. I took a sip while she paid for them and it was extremely pleasant. The people serving behind the bar were women and in truth there wasn't a single man in the whole place. I could see why the women had thought this a good place to bring me in the temporary anti-man mood I was in.

We found a booth right by the dance floor and we watched the performance. The girls were performing a sensual and artistic strip to music combined with some professional dancing, but it was a strip nevertheless. They went all the way too and carried on dancing nude for a while. Although I was straight, I found myself getting a little turned on by the dancing. A boy had taken me to a strip show in the capital only a few months ago, but I found that distasteful and embarrassing to watch, although the boyfriend was obvious aroused by it. The sensual quality of these dancers, though, was very erotic and having an effect on me down below.

When their act finished I joined in with applause from all round the room. Then a DJ (female, of course) started playing some disco music, the lights dimmed to pink and couples and groups of women began to drift on to the dance floor.

"So, do you like it here?" Rita asked me.

"Um, yes it's very pleasant, very, er, female! Tell me, is it a lesbian club?"

"Not really, but it is for women only as you can see. But it's a place where anyone can come if they don't fancy male company for the evening. We get lots of girls' nights out groups and hen nights for girls getting married, but yes, there are plenty of lesbians here as well. Does that bother you?"

"No, not really, as long as they don't hit on me. So, are you two, um, you know, lesbians?"

"I guess we are. We've both been in failed marriages and we seem content to live with each other these days. Does that bother you?" she asked me again.

"No I guess not. Look, I am having a great night out with two fun women and to be honest I'm having more fun tonight than I've had for ages. You're not trying to convert me so let's just enjoy ourselves whatever we are. I mean, have you brought me here just because you fancy me or something?"

Penny had been staying out of the conversation but it was she that answered that question. "Ali, my sweet, you are a very pretty and sexy girl and of course we both find you attractive, fancy you as you put it, but we are also having fun and just enjoying your company."

Rita added "Yes that's right, why don't we all have a dance?" The DJ was stringing together some of the old party numbers like YMCA and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (which seemed appropriate for this place) and we happily boogied along to them in a triangular formation near to our table. When one track ended the DJ slowed things down and Rita left the dance floor, but before I could do the same, Penny grabbed me and pulled me in close to dance. It seemed very strange at first dancing close to a woman, but I soon started to relax and got used to the softer feel of one of my own sex. I had to admit it was strangely arousing too, and again I remembered feeling a little squishy between the legs.

I stared into the coffee mug in the women's kitchen and I began to realise that my being here was likely to have been entirely consensual on my part, and perhaps I wasn't as straight as I thought. I struggled hard to remember how things had progressed to the point that I had seemingly agreed to come home with them.

After that dance I finished my drink and offered to get the next round in, hoping to god I had enough money with me. But Penny said "No, no I'll get them, guests aren't allowed to buy drinks, and anyway it is our treat."

It was already after 11.00pm, but I think we had two, maybe three further rounds of cocktails after that. We did a lot of dancing in between times and I danced with them both. They also danced together, and in the slower numbers they were very loving, giving each other long sensual kisses. I tried not to watch their displays of affection, but it was difficult for me not to. I found it getting me very turned on, and I found myself wondering what it was like to kiss a woman.

I had drifted away into a daydream of this when I felt Penny taking my hand and asking if I'd like to dance. "You haven't danced with me in ages," she said, "I didn't want you to feel neglected."

"No, actually I must be getting quite drunk, and was enjoying watching you two."

"What, kissing you mean?" she asked, pulling me up on my feet anyway.

"Yes, you must love each other very much."

"Well, yes we do, but we enjoy kissing, can't get enough of it. Have you never kissed a girl?"

"No, not like that anyway, just goodbye pecks and stuff."

"Oh it's nice, you should try it. Much softer than with a guy." Her hands had slipped to my bottom cheeks and she pulled me in to dance closer as she was talking. Our faces were just an inch or so apart and I suddenly really wanted to feel what it was like for myself, what it was like to kiss her. I daren't even breathe as her lips came ever closer to mine and then they just brushed oh so lightly against my lips. But then she put her face alongside mine breathing hard into my ear.

"Ali, I know I want to kiss you, and have done since I first saw you" she said softly in my ear, "But are you really sure you want to do this. You're not queer like us remember?" It surprised me to hear her say that word, not considered PC any more. But I guess it was OK if a homosexual used it. Rather like Richard Pryor and his rants about 'niggers' which a white comic just wouldn't get away with now.

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