I heard the doorbell buzz.
There was an abrupt silence in the room; even though my mind was screaming at me, was I ready for this?
With a sudden air of panic, I looked at Brenda and then Paula.
Buzz… Buzz…
“My dear, aren’t you going to answer the door?” Brenda was staring at me; the quietness between the three of us was suddenly broken.
“Do I look all right?” I asked, still unsure.
“You look fucking beautiful, my dear. Now go and answer the fucking door!” Brenda had a way of dropping a swear word or two into any conversation.
I glanced at Paula; she agreed with my older lesbian girlfriend, my top.
The buzzer rang again, and this time I jumped from my seat. I hoped that my femme girlfriend would like what she saw. Karen had asked me to dress in a man’s military uniform, complete with medal ribbons and a peaked officer’s cap. She had even told me that I should cut my hair short and shave it at the sides. But that happily turned out to be only a ruse. With my long hair still intact, I wore a professional skullcap, which had short hair on top of it.
Karen had a deep attraction to women in uniform; that was why I was dressed like this. As I quickly marched towards the apartment's front door, I was well aware of the black fake cock strapped to my right leg. It was my piece, hidden within my khaki trousers. Today I was going to use it for the first time and take my femme girlfriend’s virginity.
I took a deep breath, then opened the door and stepped back to let Karen in. I wanted her to see me in the brighter light of the room, as I was hoping to take her breath away. However, as soon as she saw me, she giggled. She was looking at my short hair and the skullcap.
“I see you didn’t cut your hair then,” she chuckled.
However, I didn’t answer as my eyes were still digesting my girlfriend. My breath had been taken away. It was a reaction that I had only experienced once before, when I first saw one particular, yet currently unavailable girl.
Karen looked stunning, dressed in a short, pink, summery dress. It had puffy sleeves and made her look younger than her eighteen years. Her legs were bare, her white shoes were high, and her ginger hair was now long and enticing. It was tied back with a pink ribbon.
“Happy Birthday,” I mumbled with a smile, not wanting the moment to pass. “You look gorgeous,” I then quickly added in a clearer voice.
Karen kissed me, her face bright and beautiful. She was happy to see me.
“What do you think?” I asked as I did a little twirl and then saluted my femme girlfriend. I was hoping for a positive reaction.
“You look perfect,” Karen whispered as her hand moved between my legs and squeezed my fake plastic cock. “You feel perfect too,” she giggled as she gave it a second squeeze.
We kissed once again, this time a little more passionately.
As we broke apart, I took Karen’s hand, and we ambled back to the kitchen area and the waiting Brenda and Paula. As we walked, I remembered Brenda’s words of advice: “Remember, you are in charge of Karen's body. When you fuck her, you need to make sure she enjoys it and, above all, that she cum’s. Give her the big O.”
Normally, I was very happy being Brenda’s femme, or her bottom, as she often put it. But wearing this uniform, and especially the fake cock, made me feel different. It was a feeling that I had before, but this time, it surged within me. Maybe it was all in my head, but Brenda was right; this sensation of being sexually dominant—a top—was part of me.
As Brenda and Paula wished Karen a happy eighteenth birthday, I looked at my older girlfriend. She was observing us both, and yet she was smiling at me as I grinned back at her.
I got it!
This is why I was special. I knew my bull-dyke girlfriend wanted me to date and fuck other women. But I now realise that none of the seventeen official girlfriends before me, not even Paula, had been both curious and slutty enough to want to do that as both a top and a bottom.
And there was something else. My older girlfriend never discovered her true sexuality until her mid-twenties. I now had the feeling she was trying to relive her missed lesbian youth through me. While I didn’t know if that was true or not, I wanted this too—to experiment with other lesbian women whenever the opportunity arose.
After chatting for several minutes, Brenda brought out an eighteenth birthday cake that she had baked. The cake had Karen’s name on it and was iced to show three high-heeled shoes, one red, one white, and one blue. They represented the three shoes I purchased from Karen on the day I met her in the shoe shop where she worked.
However, Brenda had wanted to ice the cake very differently!
She had suggested that it should be my open legs and my then very hairy pussy, as that is what I had used on that day to entice Karen into giving me her telephone number. My younger girlfriend laughed and agreed with my older one that I should not have vetoed that idea.
We lit the candles and embarrassingly sang the traditional Happy Birthday song before cutting the cake and drinking a cup of tea. It was just like any normal birthday lunch. But here I was, dressed as a man in a military uniform, waiting to have sex with a strapped-on fake cock with my now eighteen-year-old girlfriend and take her virginity.
“Let’s take a few photos of you two,” Brenda said as we finished our tea.
I looked at Karen, again unsure. But she was enthusiastic and pointed out that she had never had professional photos taken of her before. So, I trooped back to Brenda’s private studio and once again reminded my older girlfriend that these photos were not for David’s eyes. There was no way I wanted him to see me dressed like a man.
After some alterations to Karen’s makeup, I found myself in front of the camera once again, Brenda clicking away. However, this time I was not relaxed, just horny, and I was hoping to get this out of the way so I could have some private time with my younger femme girlfriend.
The first batch of photos was quite traditional, even formal. We could have shown them to our parents if I had been dressed appropriately. It felt surreal standing there holding hands, then arms around one another, smiling as we looked into Brenda’s camera.
With each pose came a giggle from Karen. She seemed high on the excitement of the day and thought that she was doing something sexually naughty. I just went with the flow, caught up in the infectious wake of my younger girlfriend's giggle.
Though technically Karen was still a virgin, I knew she was certainly no prude when it came to sex. That was something I had already found out since we started seeing each other nine weeks ago. Her hymen was long gone as she frequently masturbated including using various objects as replacement dildos. Though a lesbian, she told me that she liked to feel full when she came.
On a normal photoshoot, Brenda would soon correct any giggles, with a snap of a few choice swear words to make the model act more professional.
But not today. If anything, she was encouraging my younger sub-girlfriend to enjoy herself while at the same time keeping me in my place.
Before long, the bed had been produced, and Karen and I were lying on it—nothing sexual. We were still fully clothed. This was as far as I wanted the shoot to go; I wanted to protect my younger girlfriend, but my pussy was screaming at me. I had waited nine whole weeks; it was time to fuck Karen, take her virginity, and give her an eighteenth birthday present she would never forget.
