An old friend with a new look and a request.

"Hey, John, need a chair?" asked a girl, gesturing at the seat across from her.

It took John a second, but he recognized her as his friend Alisa Thompson, formerly an short overweight Physics major and his D&D games' resident cleric. The line 'formerly' was required because she was no longer short or overweight. John couldn't tell with her sitting down, but he guessed she was at least 5'8", where previously she had been closer to 4', and ungenerously half that across. Now, she was waving him over in a baby doll t-shirt and tight jeans, although the shirt had a dark elf on it, so her tastes hadn't changed that much. Her skin had also cleared up, and her short red bowl cut had become shoulder length curls. The main thing that hadn't changed was her face, which was quite recognizable despite the change in proportions. "It looks like that's one wish that really helped out a friend," John thought, remembering how hard she had always struggled to lose weight.

"Hi Alisa. Yeah, thanks."

"Not eating?" she asked

"Maybe later" said John "So how have you been?"

"Good. You?"

"Fine what you been doing?"

"Oh you know me. Jack. Kirk. Fiona. Laverne. The usual. There was this girl the other night though. Lee. Short. Redhead like me. B-Cups. She had the most amazing tongue work I have ever felt. Seriously, John, the girl was unbelievable. And she didn't let up. You know how it goes. You give someone a few orgasms (one if it's a guy, you men have no stamina) then you switch places. Give the mouth a rest and enjoy their ministrations. You maybe go back later if they need it and you have time. Not this girl. Five straight hours John. I've been eaten by the same person for five hours. I mean I've been eaten by a series of people for that long at a few of the Sapphs, but not just one, and not anyone this skilled. In the end I had to push her away. I never thought I'd reach my limit, but I did. I couldn't walk straight for an hour as it was."

"Sounds great" said John who was beginning to realize what Alisa 'Did I ever tell you about my favourite character' Thompson might be like in a world where a) she was bi (although that had never come up before) b) sex was plentiful and c) it was a perfectly valid topic for public conversation (although Alisa had never cared what was 'valid' to talk about in public anyway, her former favorite topic being 'My Favourite D&D character')

"But listen to this. I go to pay her back and she says she's fine. Like, I know I'm never going to give even a fraction of what I got, but she doesn't seem to want me to try. I can see she's really not fine so, you know me, I push and finally it comes out. This Lee girl doesn't like face in her hole. In fact she prefers to only have cock. I mean she's not weird or anything. No boytoy could eat like she does, it's just that she prefers pussy in her mouth and cock in her count…"

'Boytoy?' thought John.

"A woman that is only interested in men." Said the voice in his head "Since most women are bisexual (to the point that there is no such word), those who are totally straight or gay are considered abnormal and deviant, they are objects of scorn. Boytoy is a slur."

"... I offer to do her with a dildo or a vibe or strap-on or something but she says, no only real man-meat'll do, but that she's got neighbours she can call on. Which I'm sure she does, but I still don't like to leave a girl hanging like that. I'd like to see her again (Oh GOD do I want to see her again) and I've got her number, but I don't want to find myself back in the same situation," she said. Then she looked at him thoughtfully. "Hey John. You've got the best cock of any of my guy-friends. If I ring her now and see if she's, free would you mind playing wingman? Let me see her get what she likes while she's giving it to me? Please?"