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with the same group of friends. And the weekend after that. And the one
after that.
    Eventually we
ended up talking more regularly, hanging out occasionally, doing things together. Until one day we realized we were best friends.
    Shortly after
that, it just so happened that we were both looking for a place to live and it
was natural that we ended up living together. We were like peas in a pod, twins
separated at birth, she was the yin to my yang.
Despite our outward differences inwardly we were almost the same person;
neither of us cared about stupid, petty shit. And we both liked men.
    Even the first
time we hooked up it was nothing planned. We were both having men problems at
the same time so we decided to have a girls-night out, just the two of us. We
ordered gourmet pizza, bought three bottles of expensive wine, rented a few
chick flicks and locked ourselves in our apartment.
    We were drunk as
skunks and had just finished the second movie when the fun started.
    We’d been
ripping on men the whole night, each telling stories about how small this guy’s
dick was, or this guy couldn’t get it up, or how this guy was a three-pump
chump when Penny casually said, “Why do we need men anyways?”
    “That’s a damn
good question,” I replied. “It’s not like they’re good for anything. Except for their cocks of course.”
    “ Ain’t that the truth,” Penny said with the exaggerated
inflection of someone who is well and truly toasted. “If they didn’t have those
they’d be totally and utterly worthless.”
    “Hell, even
cocks can’t save most of them,” I said.
    “You can say
that again sister,” Penny said.
    So I did. We
both laughed.
    “But seriously,”
Penny said as the laughter died down. “Just imagine if women had cocks. Then we
wouldn’t need men at all. We could replace them completely.”
    “Who says we
can’t anyway?” I replied, only half-joking. I’m not going to lie, at this point
I was so drunk and so horny that I starting to get on board with this whole
idea of leaving men out of the loop. And with such a pretty little thing
sitting on the couch next to me, how could you blame me?  
   
    “What a minute,
what are you saying?” Penny asked. She was trying to sound all innocent but I
knew her too well to believe that schtick . She knew
exactly what I was talking about.
    “Cocks are the
easiest thing in the world to replace,” I said. “I’ve got three of them in my
room right now, all different sizes. And don’t tell me you don’t have at least
a couple yourself . I’ve heard you making noises in
your room when I know you’re alone.”
    “What kind of
noises are you talking about?” Penny said, pretending to be offended.
    “Don’t give me
that shit,” I said. “You know what I’m talking about.”
    “Are you saying
that you listen to me when I’m playing with myself?”
    “Not listening,
per se, but I can’t help but hear you. Not with all that moaning and groaning
you do when you’re in there alone.”
    “Does all that moaning
and groaning turn you on?” Penny said. She was still smiling but her tone a bit
more serious now.
    “Of course it
does,” I replied. “How could it not?”
    She looked at
me. I looked at her. And just like that, it happened. We both leaned forward at
the same time and kissed.
    Penny took the
lead, hopping up on top of me and straddling me while we made out.
    It was amazing,
kissing another girl, not only because it was taboo but because she was a great
kisser, much better than any guy I’d ever been with. Her lips were soft and
supple, her tongue active but not crazy. She knew just how much pressure to
use, not too much but not too little. I could only imagine how good she’d be
with her tongue in other areas. Hopefully I’d find out pretty soon. But first there
was some other business to take care of.
    I put my hands
on her stomach and moved them up under her shirt and grabbed her breasts.
    She leaned back
and slipped off her