This is a book where each chapter is told from a different perspective.

 

It is important that you know whose perspective each chapter is from.

 

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The first chapter it is told by Laura, a hetro female university student soon to be married but harbours a secret desire to be a lesbian slut.

 

Take @ Chance by Laura

 

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We had been stopped at the train station for a good 90 minutes and there seemed to be no sign of the train moving, but as always with British Rail, the only announcements were the guard saying he had no idea what was going on. I sat with my head pressed against the train window, on the other side the view was a complex maze of buildings laced by a jumble of train tracks and on my side, a half-deserted platform leading to another stopped train.

 

I was a little bored and a lot upset at the delay when I saw her look at me, smiling, with a twinkle in her eye that seemed to scream mischief. The sides of her dark hair were cropped tight to her head with the top left long and pulled into a short top knot come ponytail that's rested on the crown of her head. I would have put her at my sort of age, early 20s but she still seemed vibrant and still full of youth whereas I could already feel mine slowly slipping away as the prospect of settling down started to loom.

 

I was on my way to Cambridge to meet my boyfriend to spend the weekend with him and his parents and had a strong idea that he was thinking of popping the question. Something he would want to do in front of his parents as he knew that would add even more pressure on me to say yes. Not that I didn't like Timmy it was just he was a bit... grey, if that's not too unkind. I knew that his plan, well his mother's plan would be for us to have a big wedding where she could show off to the neighbours. Then we would get a little place not far from her, with their help of course followed by me producing a stream of well-behaved and perfectly manicured grandchildren for her on a regular basis.

 

Timmy and I didn't live together as I was still in my final year at university and determined to finish my course in Biochemistry and obtain a degree before I threw it all away to become a domestic engineer with a side career in procreation or housewife and mother as it is more commonly known. Timmy had graduated last year and now worked in Cambridge Science Park and had returned to live with his parents until I was ready to join him. I knew from experience that the weekend would mean separate rooms with the space between us covered by night-vision cameras and sensor alarms to stop any midnight assignations. Well, I may be exaggerating a bit about the security procedures but it felt like it, as the stern lectures would always be given about sex before marriage and staying pure. Sadly, this was something that Timmy had meekly accepted, at least while we were at his parent's.

 

Not that Timmy and I hadn't had sex, he was my first and one and only. I must admit I had thought for ages that perhaps it was meant to be done in silence with the lights off on the few times we actually shared a bed at my student digs. I was corrected on my perception when, after Timmy had moved back to Cambridge, my flatmate showed me some porn one night and opened my eyes in a big way. I did later find out that normal sex was somewhere in between the videos showing a woman taking on two or three incredibly well-endowed men with the vocal accompaniments that would have served an opera singer well and the dull sex that Timmy clearly thought was the norm. Although some of the guys at the university made it very clear there was a place for me in their beds if I wished once Timmy left, with his 1:1 of course, I remained faithful to him.

 

As I glanced at the girl again, I saw she had breathed on the glass and written T@C in large letters. I stared at it for a moment before it dawned on me that she must mean the 'Take @ chance,' app. The idea was you told the app what type you were, what you were into and what you were looking for and it would hook you up with people within the distance from you that you set... OK, it was Grindr for lesbians.

 

After my flatmate had shown me porn, I discovered lesbian porn and was hooked. Although I had never strayed from Timmy with either a man or another woman, I had half fooled myself into thinking that if I strayed with another woman it wouldn’t count. After a few masturbation sessions while watching some explicit lesbian porn, I downloaded the app after downing a bottle of red wine one night before using the neck of the bottle for other purposes.

 

I loved some of the descriptions of the ‘types’ ranging from ‘butch dyke’ through to ‘straight but curious,’ the latter being me. At first, I set the distance from me to 'any online' and found myself having some very hot conversations which would often cumulate in a mutual masturbation session. I started to get more explicit in my conversations and would describe my fantasies to be used as a lesbian plaything. My unseen random partner would often happily play along and we would exchange explicit pictures drawn from the internet showing such scenes as a woman being double penetrated by strap-ons or even being fisted in public. The only in-app communication system was text or picture exchange but the desire to explore further was growing every day. So, one evening I went out and sat in a large pub plucking up the courage to turn the app on.

 

One of the great features was the ‘shy’ mode which allowed you to be online and could see other users but your online status was concealed meaning they couldn’t see you. Pointless if you were just chatting but invaluable if you were looking to move from fantasy to reality. My screen lit up with a few green, yellow and red dots indicating whether they were likely to be a good, intermediate or poor match. After scanning the profiles, I got chatting with a woman who seemed to be nearby based on her locator, although she had no idea where I was. The conversation seemed to start OK but as she began to lecture me more and more about how all men were bastards, I started to lose interest. Then next kept insisting that we meet as she described in very graphic detail what she would do to me that seemed to get weirder and weirder as she went on. At the point she described how she would squat over me and do things that made me feel ill I clicked closed and blocked her.

 

The next woman calling herself Miss XXX seemed very promising. Her profile picture showed an older sophisticated woman and she said how she had been a lesbian ever since her divorce. She almost seemed reluctant to meet, though hinted she would like to take things further if we got on. I finally admitted that I was in the same town as her and agreed to meet in the pub we were both in, although I had told her I was at least 15 minutes away in an Uber. In fact, I was already there and according to the app was within 5 metres but as I scanned the pub, I couldn’t see anyone who even remotely looked like the profile picture shown. After a while I worked out that it must be the group of young guys who were laughing at their phones while watching the door at the same time.

 

My phone flashed a message

 

MISS XXX: How will I know you? Send me a pic.

 

My blood was boiling and at the same time I could feel my cheeks getting red with shame as I realised, I was being ‘catfished’. I wanted to scream with rage and throw things at them but instead, I calmly typed back,

 

CURIOUS_L: Sorry will need to take a rain check. The woman I am sharing the Uber with has just pushed two fingers into my soaking cunt.

 

Then before they could reply I blocked them and deleted the app swearing that it was all pointless and I was doomed to live out a boring but safe life.

 

Looking at the girl on the train again I could she had added a ‘?’ to the T@C. Luckily the Wi-Fi was working on the train and I downloaded the app before signing in under my old profile, ‘Curious_L.’

 

I saw straight away that there was a 'potential friend' within 20 meters which could only be her and the name against her icon said 'Debbie D'. When you pressed the question mark next to the name you got some brief details that allowed you to decide if you wanted to chat with that person. It stated the type and for her, it said 'soft dyke’, which meant she was more of a top but not over the top. Then there was a section called 'Seeking' where you could put in a wide variety of things and hers simply said "you." The final section was an optional attention grabber that I never bothered filling in but hers said "I love to show a straight for the first time what she has been missing out on for all these years. I can be hard or soft the choice is yours; the question is when?”

 

The icon started to glow and pulse green which meant that she was online and a good match when a message jumped onto the screen,

 

DEBBIE: Hey there,

 

I jumped with shock and horror as I realised the app had reverted to standard settings which meant I was in visible mode. At first, I just ignored it as I tried to decide whether I could put shy mode on when the next message came up again,

 

DEBBIE: Hey sexy, I’m Debbie. What’s your name?

 

I blushed as I thought she couldn't mean me and looked round to see who her message was directed at but realised that the carriage was pretty much empty unless of course, she was into pensioner sex, but they were asleep anyway. Still unsure I pointed to myself and pulled a face that I hoped indicated a question and didn't make me look like a dork. To my surprise, she nodded enthusiastically and then drew a love heart on the window where she had breathed on it first.

 

Clicking the icon to accept a chat I changed my display name to Laura and then wrote

 

LAURA: Hello, I’m Laura,

 

I then added a smiley face before taking a deep breath and pressing send. I sat there waiting for the response from whatever prank line she directed me to, no doubt to give her a good laugh.

 

DEBBIE: Thanks for agreeing to chat with me. You have made my day and my panties wet, well you would have if I was wearing any.

 

I nearly dropped the phone like it was red hot. Was she really coming onto me and thought I was sexy. Maybe she was just teasing me. Taking a deep breath I typed,

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