Lesbian Date Night Surprises and Unspoken Desires

This is a second part to the first story I wrote (HEre's the link: [This link cannot be shared] ).

Yes, I know, the story is impossible. I know females cant be born with a penis and the body of a female (surgeries and sex changes are another thing, though). I am a lesbian, and I am describing myself and a girl I dated in these two stories, but these stories are made up and are no way based in reality. Hang a penis and fucking a real girl with a penis is nothing but some sort of fetish for me. MAybe not even a fetish, really, since it's something I cant do in real life, but something that every once in a while I think would be a great experience if it was possible. Also, I'm just labeling this as fantasy to escape some butthurt anon from giving me crap through comments

I wont be doing any more of these. I think I needed to get these out of my system so I could focus on more normal stuff :)


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It's been a few weeks since our first time, and we havent had sex since, but we've talked about our fantasies and desires. Stevie prefers rougher sex and controlling her partner. On the other hand, I was more sexually passive, and I liked how she was willing to take control of me.

With her sexually dominating preferences in mind, I decided a shopping trip was in order. It was an ordinary Friday afternoon in September when I drove my red 1996 Cavalier to the local Target. Normally, I loved shopping for clothes, and could spend all day browsing through the racks of clothing, but today, I knew exactly what I wanted.

I picked out a few thin, plain cotton dresses in my size and went in to one of the fitting rooms to try them on. First was a warm yellow dress that came all the way down to my ankles. I looked at myself in the mirrors and turned so I could see myself from the side, and, more importantly, from behind. It looked ok, I thought, but probably wouldnt get Stevie's panties wet just looking at me.

Next was a dark blue knee-length dress. This, I thought, looked much better on me as I turned and checked myself out. It fit my figure perfectly, and was form-fitting enough to show the shape of my ass. The strapless and low-cut top allowed some cleavage to be shown, but not so much that my breasts were basically flopping out.

I changed back in to my REM t-shirt and light denim pants and put the yellow dress and the few others that I didnt even try on back on the racks where I found them. Then, I walked across the store to the wine and beer aisle, with blue dress draped over my arm. I searched up and down the aisles until I found the wine I was looking for: a bottle of Peach Sweet wine by White Oak Vinyards. I took one bottle and found a pack of Solo cups on clearance before going to the checkout lanes.

The girl at the checkout lane looked about my age or a few years younger. She was just a little shorter than me with short blonde hair and the most intense blue eyes I've ever seen held out her hand as she asked, "Hey, how are you?"

"I"m fine," I smiled as I handed her my dress and put the cups and wine on the conveyer belt.

"This is a pretty dress." she told me as she scanned the barcode and neatly folded it and put it in a bag.

"Thanks," I smiled. "y'know it's about the same color as your eyes"

She looked at me quizzically as she scanned the wine and cups.

"I mean, they're very pretty," I said, which made her blush a bit.

"Thanks," she said, faking a laugh.

"Oh, wow, that was kinda awkward," I said, trying to make a joke of the situation.

"Your total is $40.56," she told me, as I took my debit card out of my black leather card wallet and swiped it through the card reader. "So, what's the special occasion?" she asked as I typed in my pin number.

"Me and my girlf-- um, roommate are having a date night," I told her shyly, and not wanting to call Stevie a girlfriend. She was more of a fuck buddy.

"Oh, really? Sounds nice," she said, seemingly not knowing what else to say. I blushed a little as I took my receipt; I knew she felt like I was awkwardly flirting with her. I picked up my bags as she told me "Have a nice evening."

"You, too," I responded, not knowing what else to say. I picked up my bags and walked off before I could say something else embarrassing.


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I unlocked the door to my dorm and pushed it open to find Stevie sitting on her bed studying from her world history textbook, wearing a red t-shirt with Pikachu on the front and dark blue denim jeans. She looked up as I came it. "Hey," she smiled. "Where were you?"

I held my bags up. "Wal-Mart," I told her, sarcastically, and smiled.

"You better have gotten me a Starbucks on the way back," she joked.

"Nope. Got something better, and I'll show you later," I said as I put the bags gently on the floor by my bed.

"Why later?" she asked as she closed her book.

"What time is it?" I asked

She picked up her iPhone from by her side and pressed the power button. "It's a little after five. Why?"

"Because the cafeteria's open. I'm hungry. Wanna get something to eat?" I demanded more than asked.

"Yeah, I guess so, as she dropped her book on the floor, got up, and put on her flip-flops that she keeps at the foot of her bed.

We walked across campus and talked about the normal stuff: classes, cute classmates and instructors, and new music and movies. We kept up our conversations as we ate. The whole time, I thought of how I was going to surprise Stevie. As much as it would have been easier to just say "look at what I found at Target!" and pull my dress and wine out of the bags, I wanted to make it more special than that somehow. Finally, when she excused herself to go to the restroom, I had my chance.

I took a napkin out of the napkin holder on my table and looked around for a pen.

"Fuck!" I though to myself

I noticed a guy by himself studying as he ate and writing in a notebook. I got up and walked over to him. He looked up as I walked over to him. "Excuse me, sweetie, uh, do you have a pen I can use for just a minute?" I asked, feeling really awkward for calling him sweetie. "I'm the world's most awkward flirt" I thought to myself.

"Yeah, sure," He said as he handed me his pen.

I walked quickly back to my table and wrote out a quick note on my napkin:

I've got a surprise for you at the dorm. Hurry!

I put it on top of her drink glass and walked back over to the studying guy, smiling at him as he watched me walk toward him. "Thanks," I told him as I handed his pen back.

"Yo-you're welcome," he stuttered a bit.

I smiled at him one last time and quickly walked off out the door. As soon as I pushed the door open, I took off running towards our dorm. As I ran through the parking lots and sidewalks across campus in the rays of the setting sun, the adrenaline was flowing; I couldnt think of anything but seeing Stevie's face as she saw me in my new dress, how she'd react, would she even like the peach wine I got? I should have gotten something more neutral like regular white wine or red wine?

"I'm over thinking this!" I thought to myself. "She'll like this.... I hope".

I stopped running as I reached the door to my dorm building, opened it, and quickly walked toward the stairs. I wanted to run, but I was too out of breath, so I walked slowly to cool down. It was then I realized that I had started sweating during the run. It wasnt much, but it was enough to make her face and back slightly damp. "Fuck!," I thought to myself, wondering how I was going to pretty up by the time she got back.

I reached fourth floor and walked down the hall to our dorm as I pulled the key out of my pocket. I opened the door and immediately kicked my sneakers and socks off and put them in the bathroom. I then took my shirt, pants, bra and panties off and piled them on to my shows, picked up the red towel we had on the towel rack by the shower and began wiping any sweat off of my body. I took my bottle of perfume and sprayed some in the air and let it fall on my bare body.

I came out of the bathroom, closed the door behind me, and rummaged through my dresser looking for the right panties and bra. I held up some baby blue cotton panties, and thought to myself, "nevermind" as I put them back. I picked out a strapless pushup bra and quickly put it on.

I picked up the blue dress, unzipped the back zipper, put it on, and zipped it back up. Then, I looked at myself in the mirror. I posed and modeled for a moment, trying to check myself out from every angle. The bright, dark blue contrasted great with my auburn hair and pale skin I felt confident that Stevie would love this. For the last touch, I opened the plastic Solo cups, poured two of them about three-quarters full, and put the on the dresser. Finally, I wen t back in the bathroom and started brushing my hair.

I heard the dorm-room door opening while I was brushing.

"Fucking finally," I thought to myself

"Jessie?" I heard her call.

"I'll be right out!" I answered through the closed bathroom door.

I put the brush down, took a deep breath, and then opened the door.

She was sitting at

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