The Matriarchy – Sarah and Sarah

PMB YEAR 5

Sarah and I live in a small town near Colorado. We are school friends who now go to Colorado State and are pretty inseparable. Despite being fair haired and blue eyed she is dark haired with bambi like eyes but we still feel like sisters.

This is the story of how GIS has benefited me and made me into a stronger more direct woman. It was a student night in a bar. We were dressed up to the nines. Our high heels making us stand at 5ft 11 and 5ft 10. We were pre-drinking at Sarahs because I had just been dumped and couldn’t be at my flat while my boyfriend, or should I say ex. God it’s hard to say ex, I really loved him. We’d been together a few years. He was emptying our flat of his things. She had a ferocious attitude, she definitely wanted to take it out on someone. As did I, i just wasnt as confident as her.

She told me stories that i just couldn’t believe, had I not seen them for myself. She told me her favourite thing about the government issued strapon pants (GIS) is that you can wear them anywhere. Detach the dildo and keep it in your handbag. Then if you find someone you like you can just attach it. And “the magic” as she would call it could happen anywhere.

She made me change my clothes several times. I thought I looked alright the first time in a plain white men’s shirt that went to my legs, a black belt and heels but she was adamant she would get me laid and that that wouldn’t do. She pulled out a tight pair of black Jean’s. I kicked my heels off and jumped into them. My quite athletic butt could barely fit. I went to the gym a lot as I took skiing quite seriously. She was just skinny cause she watched her weight. She still had a lovely hour glass figure but a skinny ass and b cup breasts. I realised this when she handed me a black low cut top. My cleavage was exposed cause the top was for smaller chested girls. I pulled my heels on again and played with my diamond necklace as I checked myself out. She kept telling me of boys from ski club who wanted me but I just laughed and said we would see what happened.

She wore a navy low cut dress. The cut of the cleavage ended at the top of her abs. The length of the dress went to her ankles. She tied her hair up in a bun and had a long necklace that followed her cleavage down her body. she looked very like she could be on the red carpet. Many selfies later and a few bars in, we sit in a dark corner of a jungle themed lounge. Music up slightly too loud we shout to be heard. We laugh about all sorts when she suddenly turns to my ear. “He’s hot!” A tall dark and handsome man, slight stubble, plain white t shirt and big arms. What’s not to like?

She sucks her straw looking up at me begging me with her eyes to go and talk to him. I stand up. Slam my drink down and strut towards him. I stand next to him and I’m seen first by the bar woman. I turn and ask him if wants a drink, he replies saying that he’s very grateful, he was irish, his voice was sweet and melodic, but unfortunately that he is here with his girlfriend. My heart dropped. The one time I put myself out there he just so happens to be already taken. I tell him if he ever gets sick of her that we are over there. I point to Sarah who waves flirtatiously. We make small talk, I’m sure he is flirtatious regardless but I get my drinks and go back.

I tell Sarah and she tells me to forget about him and that we should go for a dance. So we finish our drinks and go for a dance, get sweaty, a few guys grind on us and we return to our corner. Order more drinks and drink them.

The irish guy returns. Clearly irritated he sits down in a hurry. “Hello girls”, he says, “look, my girlfriend and I just broke up and I wondered if you wanted to take me up on that drink now?” Sarah jumps up, “of course!” She says, she stands up grabs him by the arm and takes him to the bar.

The three of us laugh and laugh all night playing drinking games and teasing one another. Sarah and I got quite competitive for his affection. He asked to be excused to go to the bathroom. He was only just out of ear shot when Sarah turned to me and took me by the hands and said, “Sarah, please can I shotgun him. He’s my exact type and I’ve never fucked and Irish guy before”. My mind cast itself back to when she said he was my type but I went for a different tact. “Sarah, we were going back to mine after this club. You don’t have your GIS pants on” she lifted her dress.

I instantly recognised the O shape on the front of her pants. The O is where you put the dildo if you’ve detached it. She went to her handbag and showed me, she’d taken her attachment with her. It lay dark blue resting at the bottom of her bag.