1. I Surrender


    Date: 7/5/2016, Categories: Fiction, Bisexual, Lesbian, Lesbian, Romance, Teen, Teen, Written by women, Author: serenityph, Source: sexstories.com

    I Surrender “Baby, I'm home." I heard her voice coming from the front door. “At the kitchen, honey!" I stated and smiled as I listen to her footsteps. Nostalgia ate me as I immediately recognized her perfume and remembered the day I completely surrender to her. *** I'm Chris. 16 years and a senior highschool with my bestfriend, Jessica to a coed highschool. I'm bisexual, both attracted to boys and girls but I admit to myself, girls make me more wet than boys do. I'm a sexual person. Often read sex stories to satisfy up my libido. Or I masturbate. There are plenty of kinds of sex stories I had read. Lesbian, rape, rope, sub/dom, bestiality. But the one I liked—love—the most is Lesbian. It just suits my taste. So here's the deal with my story. I, Chris, is inlove with my bestfriend, Jessica for 3 years. Of course, being bestfriends with her, I can't tell her my feelings for I'm sure, it will ruin what we have. Jessica have quite a heartbreaking love history. Like me, she's a bisexual as well. She loves a person so much it even gets me frustrated sometimes and mind you, frustrating me is one hell of a work. She was the kind of person to follow her heart without thinking of what might happen. While me on the other hand, is the rational one. I don't do things that risk me, my emotions or other. I was the kind of girl who yearns for control, both in situation and in mind. I was the kind of person who will view everything in every angle to prevent casualties. It was an ordinary ...
    night. Which means I'm horny and reading sex stories to satisfy me in my laptop. Then, my phone rang beside me. Too busy reading a good story, I didn't bother looking at the caller, I just answered it. “Hello?" “C-chris?" A familiar nasal voice, followed by a sob, was the first thing I heard. “Jess? What's wrong?" Yes. It was Jessica and it looks like she's in the middle of pouring her heart out again. “I—I need you." I was always a lovesick fool when it comes to her. So I immediately turn off my laptop (which I will regret later 'cause the story I'm reading was really good) and in a matter of minutes, I'm already on my motor heading towards her house which is aproximately 15 minutes from mine. I knocked calmly on their front door. And after a few seconds, I wss greeted by a crying Jessica. She immediately hugged me and I feel her tears on my neck, “She—she left. She t-told me she's—she's tired... of me, Chris! Of me!" She cried for atleast 2 hours, on and off and I just hugged her, nodding when it's necessary, caressing her back as a comfort. When she finally stopped, we just sat at their couch, staring at the playing music player. “Megan's tired of me," she said. “And so I've heard," I answered. “God. She's infuriating. I hate her." “You don't." She glared at me, “I do." I only stared at her as if contemplating if she mean it or not. In a matter of seconds, she sighed, “You win. I don't." “‘Course." “Gosh. You're unbelievable sometimes." I gave her an open laugh, “‘Course I am. ...
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