Allison thinks it through

Allison swallowed anxiously. The other girls had all paired off, leaving her as the odd one out. There was Suki nervously receiving from Erica – the Asian’s body gratefully responding to the redhead’s expert touch. Anita Jo were clearly well into each other. And Cathy and Samantha – what were they getting into? Samantha, still dressed in only her panties, had pushed up the blonde American’s top, released her breasts from their constraining bra and was kissing them and sucking the nipples, as Cathy gasped, her head thrown back.

Allison felt the temperature in the room rising as the atmosphere began to fill with the musky scent of excited teenagers. The black girl felt her own heat rising and she began to wonder why she had allowed herself to be left out. Not only that, but driven Erica away. Even shy little Suki was getting into it.

But, hey, I’m not a lesbo, Allison’s rational side asserted itself. But then neither were the other’s, she reflected (well maybe Sam and Eric). You could play with the girls and still be into guys, she considered. Hell, the guys would probably enjoy it.

So why had she freaked, when she was already getting turned on by the time Erica approached her? All she had to do was let the other girl take control. Maybe that was it. Maybe it was a control thing. She didn’t like new experiences - they unsettled her; she didn’t like losing control.

It was the same, the first time she’d been with a boy, Allison reflected. He’d gone to kiss her and she’d freaked out. But once she got into it – surrendered control – she’d kind of enjoyed it. And never looked back.

Maybe this would be the same. But, looking at those steamy couples, how would she ever know now? She had left it too late. Maybe she should just quietly head on up to bed and leave them to it.