30 Days of Pride

Clea and Maxine weren't girlfriends, but they were both very gay.

The first people they confided in about their sexualities were each other, and, being teenagers at the time, they thought that meant they were supposed to date. They held hands, they went out on dates, they even had their first kiss together.

Ultimately, they decided it would have been better to just stay friends. Sure they found each other attractive and they liked each other. They just didn't like like each other.

Ten years later, they were still close, now living as roommates in an apartment. They had jobs, they dated other girls on and off, they did things as all friends did. They were just friends who happened to be lesbians eleven months out of the year.

But one month was different.

June was Pride Month.

Clea, ever the adventurous one, had been very wild in their college days. She had gotten the crazy idea of finding and fucking a different girl each day.

Maxine had bet her $100 that she wouldn't be able seduce and sleep with that many girls by the end of the month. Not only that, but she needed to show proof that she did it. Both video and photographic evidence.

By the end of the month, Clea was out $100.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), Clea had accrued just enough footage and pictures to where Maxine wound up masturbating furiously to it several times before Clea had walked in on her in the act.

The following Pride Month, a new bet was made: Clea would have sex with Maxine every day instead, finding new and interesting ways of sexually satisfying the both of them.

They weren't girlfriends. Not in the committed/monogamous/chaste/white-dress sort of way. They were just very horny, and very willing to vent their sexual frustration onto each other.