I Wouldn’t Change You, I Just Want To Change You

okay, so i've (f18) identified as a lesbian forever, ever since i was a little girl. i'm a bit of a tomboy, but i have a very curvy body so it makes it hard to not attract guys - especially since i'm alternative in a “goth mommy” epidemic. so despite being a very out and about lesbian, a lot of my male friends are attracted to me.

i have a friend, let's call david (m21). he's a coworker at our minimum wage job, and he also is into some of the same music/shows/hobbies as me. he's also a stoner like me, and can even buy alcohol... something i can't do where we live.

we always hangout at his place and sometimes have sleepovers when i get too high or if it'sreally late and we're all still chilling with no work the next morning. this has never been a weird thing for me since i've had mostlt guy friends growing up and would sleep over with them all the time (family knew i was lesbian and trusted my friends lol), but i'm aware of how it looks to other people—a girl always staying over with a bunch of guys. thankfully, usually a couple of ths guys would bring their girlfriends along, and it made it less of a topic of gossip around school and work.

well... david and his girlfriend recently broke up and she moved out. which means we've been spending a lot of extra time together, just the two of us, especially since a lot of their mutual friends are too busy consolidating her since they were apart of the same group.

which brings me to a night where it was just the two of us, and i was high out of my mind... he was apparently on a tolerance break, he said, so he wouldn't have to spend so much on weed or something. yet he had plenty left, sk he just let me roll joing after joint, pack bowl after bowl, and eat as many edibles as i could. i've always loved getting so high that i can feel every hair on my arms and somehow also be incapable of moving. i didn't think about how different it would be for me to be in that state while he wasn't....

despite being a “masc butch,” i was wearing a think tanktop with a tight sports bra peeking out underneath, yoga pants that clung to my ass and hips, and a tiny lace baby pink thong that i bought to impress a girl, funnily enough. he was in those cliche grey baggy sweatpants. we were both high, having eaten a bunch of

as usual, we were laying on his couch (which is actually his old twin sized bed that he didn't want to throw out) and were basically spooning with how closely he was laying down behind me. again, it wasn't necessarily weird for us. i've always been a very physically affectionate person, and he says he is too. we hug and stuff all the time. maybe even playfight a few times...

he slowly got closer and closer, and said it was just so he could see the tv better during whatever stupid thing we were watching. i think smiling friends.

i was fading in and out of consiousness, blacking out at this point. but after a while, i could feel him press against me. i leaned back, assuming it was a sweet cuddle. his arm squeezed down on my hip, and suddenly i felt something hard pressing against my ass.

through our clothes, he began to grind his erection between my thighs as much as he could. i wasn't too stoned to even move, only able to feel my clit twitching and cunt clenching, and the way my clothes began to slide against my slick folds.

eventually, he pulled my pants down and positioned his boxers-covered cock against my panties. i could feel him through our clothes. for the first time in my life, i was touching a cock—like this, nonetheless.

we were still in that sideways position, me laying on my right side with my head laying on a pillow towards the edge of the bed with him laying behind me with his left hand grabbing my hips to better get a hold of me to grind against. the only light was from the tv in the dark living room. neither of us were paying it any attention.

after a few minutes of unfamiliar bliss, he pulled his cock out of his boxers. he pulled my pants further down my thighs, sliding them a bit below my knees and revealing more of my body to the cold air and his warm hands.

he grinded his cock against my wet panties, making them practically see through with both of our precum. still laying with his chest to my back and his hands slowly moving to grope me over my clothes and squeeze my ribcage.

after a while of even more amazing friction, something i've missed ever since it happened, his cock slipped under my flimsy panties and rubbed against my wet slit. i could feel him prod against my hole and grind on my clit. it was like nothing i had ever felt. i've never seen or touched a cock in person before, and despite not getting a real view of it, i couldn't believe how big he was and how soft he felt.

it was the hottest experience of my life. he said he was ready to fuck me if i was, but i summomed all my might to mumble no and hide my face in the pillows. he laughed at me and continued using my pussy to jerk off.

i could hear him getting close from his breathing, heavy and panting hotly on my ear and neck. after some moments of him building up, he parted my legs with his hand to pull my thigh up so it was almost flush with my upper arm, and then reached down and rubbed my clit with his thick fingers while still thrusting against me, his cock nearly slipping inside me with each twitch. i couldn't believe how much better his fingers felt than the other girl i let touch me a few times...

he moved his hand just in time to come all over me, splattering on my already sloppy wet pussy and soaked panties. after wiping his softening dick against my holes to clean himself up, he pulled my pants and smacked my ass before getting up. i could hear him laughing, muttering something about pathetic dyke.

now... here i am. i actually bought a dildo to grind against and try and recreate the situation. it's ten inches and i stick it against the wall and try to imagine him behind me again. it's long and thick and feels just like him, minus the warmth he provided. it's the only way i can masturbate now. not only that, but i can only watch porn that reminds me of that night and how he felt against me. only if the guy's dick looks as good as his, is as big, and if her panties are as slutty and girly looking as mine were.