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104 lines
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Glasses
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by parker
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"Cynth... wake up. You don't want to miss this!"
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I rolled over on the couch and sat up groggily. My throat was
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parched and my stomach felt like it was doing backflips. I
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recognized the feeling: a hangover. There had been a party at my
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friend Lisa's place last night, and I had somehow ended up
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sleeping on the couch, wearing nothing but one of Lisa's
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oversized tee shirts.
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"Cynthia!"
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It was Lisa. She seemed excited about something. She never used
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my full name unless she was upset or excited. Her long, black
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hair swirled around her head as she ran up to the couch and
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tugged insistently on my arm. I squinted up at her, trying to
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make out just what was so urgent.
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"Come on!"
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I groaned, looking around for my glasses. I'm pretty short
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sighted; I can get about OK without the glasses, but everything
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was kind of blurry. As I looked, I tried to piece together the
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events of the previous evening. How on earth had I ended up on
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the couch? I don't usually drink so much. I had arrived at the
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party with Bob...
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No need to go any further. It all fell into place. Or at least
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some of it. Bob and I had been going out for about six months
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now, but things weren't going so well. Bob was one of those macho
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guys; always pushing, always trying to get me to do things I
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didn't really want to do. Sexual things. His insistence and my
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refusal had been causing a lot of tension between us and it kind
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of blew up last night. We had broken up in a very messy, very
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public way. Afterward, I had started in on the booze...
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OK. Now I knew. "Lisa," I mumbled, allowing myself to be pulled
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off the couch, "my glasses."
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"Don't worry about them. You can see well enough for this." She
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ignored my protests and dragged me down the hall into the living
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room. I didn't struggle much. To tell the truth, I was feeling
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more than a little queasy, and it was all I could do just to stay
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on my feet. While we walked, I reviewed the events of the
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previous evening; trying once again to figure out just how I had
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ended up on Lisa's couch. It was all hazy, though; everything
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after Bob and I broke up.
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"Sit."
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"What's going on?"
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"Just watch." She threw an arm over my shoulder to hold me in
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place. With her other arm, she reached over, picked up the remote
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control and turned on the TV. At first, the screen was covered
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with the grey static of snow. Then the video began.
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It was a bedroom. Two girls were lying on a large mattress.
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Naked, as far as I could tell. I squinted, trying to make out the
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details, but it was no use. I was sitting too far away. One of
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the girls put her arm around the other and drew her closer. If my
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vision could be trusted, they seemed to be kissing. I couldn't
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see properly, but the sounds of moaning through the small TV
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speaker told me my guess was accurate.
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"Lisa..."
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"Shhh..." Her arm tightened around my shoulder. For the first
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time, I noticed that it was bare; like me, she was only wearing a
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tee shirt.
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I turned my attention back to the screen.The two girls were now
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lying down, still kissing, running their hands up and down each
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other's slender bodies. I squirmed, wanting to stop watching, but
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unable to pull away. I was extremely conscious of Lisa's arm as
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it lay, encircling my shoulder.
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A loud cracking sound burst from the TV speaker, and one of the
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girls shifted on the bed so that they were now lying head to toe.
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The girl on the bottom had her legs spread. Another cracking
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sound - what *was* that? - and the girl on top brushed her long,
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black hair to the side and lowered her face into the other's
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crotch. I let out a quiet moan, unable to help myself. I'd never
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really been interested in lesbian sex, but there was something
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about what was happening on the screen that was turning me on. I
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leaned forward, trying to see better.
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Lisa's arm tightened on my shoulder, pulling me in towards her.
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"Here," she said, handing me something. "Take a look."
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My glasses. Frantic for a better look at what was happening on
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the screen, I snatched the glasses out of her hand and set them
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on my face. At last; now I could see clearly. I looked at the
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screen... and felt my heart jump in my chest. It was me! It was
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me up there... with Lisa!
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I felt her hand on my breasts, squeezing; fondling through the
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thin tee shirt. I tried to say something, but the loud cracking
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noise suddenly sounded from behind me. I turned to see Bob
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standing in the doorway.
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Holding a whip.
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