The Sex Games: Round 3: My First Lesbian Experience

What could be worse than having the entire colony watch you lose your virginity to a replica of your boyfriend? I guess having sex with your best friend would qualify. But that was yesterday. What would today’s challenge be? Would I be asked to have sex with two men? Or perhaps I would be manipulated into having my first lesbian experience. But who would be my first female lover?

Excerpt from The Sex Games - Round 3: My First Lesbian Experience:
Overwhelmed by the weight of the task at hand, I felt my knees buckle. Thankfully Kim was there to support me. She guided me to the bed and helped me into a seated position.

“You look stressed,” she observed.

“No shit!” I couldn’t help shooting back.

I expected Kim to get angry, but her smile persisted.

“Why don’t I rub your shoulders,” she offered. “It will help you relax.”

I was so overwhelmed by all I had just been through that I had lost the will to fight. Not to mention the fact that a shoulder rub sounded like a great idea. So, although I knew it was most likely a bad idea, I nodded in agreement. Moments later, Kim was working my neck and shoulders with her long, delicate fingers.

It was a little odd at first knowing the person giving me the massage was none other than myself, but there was no denying it felt good. Determined to regain in control of my emotions, I closed my eyes and focused on taking slow, deep breaths. That, combined with the shoulder rub helped me forget about my troubles. I was now fully relaxed, untroubled by the worries that had once seemed so important.

I’m not sure how long I remained in this trance-like state. I only know that something eventually happened that sent my heart rate soaring again. Kim had stopped rubbing my shoulders. But that didn’t mean the massage was over. She continued working my body with her fingers, only now the area being attended to was where my breasts stood. My eyes flew open. Sure enough, Kim was now massaging my breasts, which were now bare. There was no denying how good it felt, yet the sexuality of the rubdown made it impossible for me to relax.

“What are you doing?” I demanded as I pulled away from the audacious blonde.

“I was just trying to help you relax,” she protested.

I opened my mouth to insult her, but then I remembered something. Kim wasn’t real. Not really. Not to mention the fact that everything I did was being scrutinized by the judges. I could only protest so much before finally breaking down and giving the judges what they wanted. Otherwise this would be my final performance.

I didn’t know if I had it in me to have sex with a girl, but I was determined to try. I could hardly believe how much my life had changed in the span of an hour. Mere minutes before I had been convinced I could win the Games. Now all I cared about was surviving another day. And the only way to do that was play along and hope I was secretly bisexual. Or at least bi-curious.

“It’s very kind of you to try and help, but I don’t think a breast massage will help me relax,” I explained, hoping Kim was a ditsy as her blonde hair made her appear.

Either she was or she pretended to be, because her answer was a casual, “Oh, okay.” There was a moment of silence before she spoke again. “How about a kiss? Would that help you relax?”

“Of course not you moron!” was the answer I initially thought of giving, but I knew that would only make the judges angry. So, although I was terrified, I did the exact opposite.

“I guess it’s worth a try,” I said, putting on what I hoped was my most innocent smile. I really hoped the judges were buying it, because if they thought I was pretending, then I was as good as dead.

Kim came to join me on the edge of the bed. Pivoting her upper body so she was facing me, she closed her eyes and leaned forward. Unlike before, she only went halfway. If we were going to kiss, I would have to make the first move. I hesitated for a moment, then closed my eyes and leaned forward…