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Amy and Margaret weren’t twins. They had to tell people that all of the time. They met in college, when both were studying English literature. They actually met in the ladies’ room. Both of them were washing their hands and they first saw each other in the mirror as they looked up and both did a double-take at the same moment. They were so similar in looks to each other that they could be twins. They introduced each other and immediately agreed to meet for coffee later after their classes.They became immediate friends and convinced their mutual dorm roommates to swap so they could share a room. They began to wonder if somehow they really were twins separated at birth. They each decided to do a home genetic test to see and were surprised and a little disappointed to discover that they weren’t. They both were generic Western European, but that was it. Despite that, as their friendship grew, they each began to adjust their hair and makeup in subtle ways to accentuate their similarities until they even started buying outfits two at a time.They took their friendship to the next level one night when Margaret came back late from a frat party and was a little tipsy. Amy was asleep, so she tried to be quiet, but after she got in bed she started thinking about one of the football players she’d met at the party and her pussy started to twitch.She quietly got up and snuck over to her desk, pulling her dildo out of the bottom drawer and got back into bed. She closed her eyes and slowly stroked https://escortium.org her moist slit with the fake cock, while imagining the hunky jock doing the same with his rigid dick. She bit her lip to stifle a moan and slipped the cock inside her. She tried to fuck herself as quietly as she could, but the sensations and the imagery in her head were just too much and she slammed headlong into an orgasm, squealing behind her tightly closed lips, her thighs quivering.As she came down, she opened her eyes and glanced over to her roommate’s bed, and to her brief horror saw Margaret sitting up in her bed looking back towards her. She was wearing a spaghetti strap top and bikini panties, but one hand was on top of her pubic mound making small little circles.Margaret blushed and said, “I’m sorry I woke you.”Amy stood up, stripped off her top and panties and came over to Margaret’s bed. She sat next to her and said, “No, it’s ok. It was amazing to watch. And… well…” and then kissed Margaret on the lips.Margaret closed her eyes and leaned back, and together the two laid down on her bed next to each other. Each ran a hand down the other’s torso to her crotch, almost in perfect unison, and started rubbing small circles with her fingertips on her new lover’s pussy, right at the top near the clit. Both moaned in approval and it wasn’t long before both started panting and moaning together.Once again, almost simultaneously, each ran a finger down to the other’s hot, wet hole and plunged inside, running the fingertip on the front wall. Both of them were driving each other quickly towards a huge, mutual orgasm, and both cried out their pleasure, seemingly as every muscle in their bodies snapped tight and then turned to jelly.As they came back to Earth Amy spoke first. “Wow, that was the best. You knew exactly what to do. How?”Margaret answered, “I know – it was the same for me. I just did what I like, and it was like I was doing it to a copy of myself.”Amy reached in for another kiss at that point and they started playing with each other again, finally collapsing in a pile of limbs after two more thunderous climaxes.They fell asleep like that in Margaret’s bed. The next morning, Amy woke Margaret up tonguing her pussy and they wound up pleasuring each other with their mouths into two more orgasms. They finally got up only because they were starving and got dressed to go out to lunch.While they were dressing they came to an agreement. Neither felt she was a lesbian – they both lusted after men – but agreed that what they had was way too special to dismiss or ignore. They vowed that they would never have sex without each other. And if that meant that they wanted to be fucked by a man, they would have to share one.They made a plan to go out clubbing that night. They naturally dressed in identical outfits – short leather skirts, spaghetti strap white tops and the tallest heels they dared to try to dance in. They each had a clutch for their phone, ID and a credit card, and headed for the club.As they walked past the bouncer ostensibly on their way to the back of the line, they were invited to go straight in. Once inside on the dance floor they became the center of attention for every male eye in the place. They danced surrounded by powerful male lust they could almost smell. Finally their attention landed on a particularly hunky guy in black jeans and a white shirt tight enough to show off his chilled physique underneath. As the song ended, they followed him over to the bar.He introduced himself as Mark. He was working up the ladder in a brokerage house, having just recently graduated from college – in fact, the same school Margaret and Amy were attending. He ordered a pair of martinis for the two ladies, and after some small talk the suggestion was made that they could all go back to his place. Mark got out his phone and arranged for an Uber.In the car, Mark apologized in advance for his third story walk-up studio. He warned them it was small, though tidy. The car deposited the trio on the sidewalk and the girls followed him up and inside. They made their way up the stairs, arriving at the door to Mark’s apartment just a bit out-of-breath. Inside, they noted that Mark wasn’t kidding about the apartment. It was just a single room with a bed near a large picture window. A small kitchenette with a counter and barstool was by the door they just entered, and another door on the other side (they assumed) led to a bathroom. In addition to the double bed there was a couch. Mark walked over to the window and closed the curtains.

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