Monday, October 31, 2011

Why I am Bi (or better yet, just plain sexual!)

A friend and I have been talking about first experiences. She likes to think of herself as bi, but leans to the lesbian side. That pretty much describes me, as well. She was telling me about her first male/female trysts when she was in high school. They were with two boys and one was an older man.

She said the man was great, made her feel like she was in heaven. She also said the boys were a bit of a joke!  Been there, done that. Honestly, boys do not have a clue! How can they? They have no real practical experience, so you really can't blame them, they just don't know what makes a girl happy.  Until I was almost through with college I pretty much had to teach every young man I was with how to make me happy. I was much more satisfied with girls my own age if for no other reason than they have the same naughty bits and someone of your own sex knows what feels good to them, so they're usually pretty good at exchanging the favor.

It's something that adults don't like to talk about, but probably about half the time a young boys or young girls first experience with sex, other than masturbation, is usually with someone of their own sex. Youthful experimentation it's called. It doesn't make anyone gay or straight or even bi, it just means they're trying out their new feelings and body.  Unfortunately, some people take their first experience and think that's what they really are, that once you've gone gay, you are always gay. Sometimes that's true, but most times it's not. Life isn't always black and white.

Now, girls can be so much fun! They kiss better. They are more patient. And they are so soft and wriggly. Before I started dating boys (back in the olden days when people still dated), my girlfriends and I would get together for sleepovers or camping trips and we would practice kissing and explore our bodies and we spent a lot of time trying to figure out what made us happy. We liked playing together, but all of us wanted a boy to play with. And back then, none of us really thought about being straight or lesbian or even bi. We were just having fun.

One of my girlfriends thought she was really hot and ended up being a cheerleader. She was real proud of the fact she was dating the running back on the football team. We found out later that he was so full of himself that he treated her like dirt. His idea of fun was to get drunk and use her. She started drinking and it was downhill from there for her. Eventually, when she got to college she started having an affair with her roommate. She calls herself a lesbian, but her idea of fun is to cheat on her partner with some nameless guy she picks up in a club. I really think she's straight. Sometimes, all it takes is one bad man to really screw up a girl's life.

I got really lucky. I met this very geeky, nerdy boy. He was tall, skinny and his hair defied being combed. The jocks and the country club cliques ignored him. But he was very smart and he was always very nice to me. I always thought he was cute, but I always figured I could do much better than him. When I was 15, I first started dating. And I had a couple of almost bad experiences with boys who thought it was their God-given right to paw at my body.

Anyway, one day he comes running up to me between fifth and sixth period class and hands me a note. He wanted to know if I would go to a play with him. Not to play with him, but a real theater play! We rode the bus together almost every day going home cause we lived in the same neighborhood. He kept trying to look at me without looking at me. I was really confused. I thought this guy was a real dork, but he was also very sweet. To be honest, sitting on the bus, with its gentle rocking back and forth, I was getting really turned on by the whole thing! When I got back to the house, I ran upstairs to my room, locked the door, and did what girls do behind locked doors when it's the only thing to relieve the urge.

Then I went downstairs and asked my mother if it was all right to go out with him. First off, it was on a school night, a Thursday night. But my mother surprised me and said that she would talk to the boy's parents and check to see if he was being truthful. And so we went out together. We went out together for about a month before we even kissed! Three months later, he took me sailing down in Galveston Bay. My mother bought me a new two-piece bathing suit that was a little too big on top. I was only a B cup and every time I leaned over I think he could see what he could see! Tee Hee!

So, it started getting stormy and we had to leave early. We headed back to Houston in his father's old Toyota, with bench seats. I was very tired and I lay down on the front seat with my head on his thigh. The car was a manual and, after he would shift gears, his hand would come over and naturally rest on my stomach. I thought it was so sexy. After we crossed over to the bay bridge, I picked his hand up off my belly and placed it on my breast. He tensed a bit, but relaxed quickly. I was a bit scared. I didn't know how he'd react and whether or not he was going to take advantage of the situation.  He didn't paw, he didn't grab, he didn't pinch, he just took it gently in his hand and caressed me. That was the moment I knew what I wanted to do with him.

And we did. We did it at his place. We did it at my place. We did it in a car. We even did it in the college conference room at our high school one weekend! I wasn't on the pill and getting condoms back then was kind of tricky so we didn't actually do the deed very often, but we got very good at pleasing one another. He was the most patient and sensitive lover I had for many years.  The one thing I will never forget about him was that he always paid attention to how I felt and whether I enjoying the sex. I came first! Both to him and literally! He had a way of knowing just how far to go and, when things got a little too intense and I wanted to push him away, he would ease back, let me get my bearings, and then he would start back up again! He's the first one that taught me that my pleasure was just a little blip in time, but could be dragged out for as much time as one was willing to put into it.

He was the reason why I decided that I preferred smart, geeky men to good-looking man. A good-looking man may be nice to go to a party with just to look good, but for pleasure they are such losers! lol.

We talked a lot about sex. He was very shy about it at first, but when we both started opening up, it was a revelation. I'd been with more girls than I had boys. It turns out he'd been with more boys than he had girls. He didn't think he was gay, though. He really preferred girls, but, as he said, boys know what boys like and sex with other boys was a hell of a lot more fun than fumbling around with the girl that was too shy to tell them what they liked. (And boys didn't have to keep reminding other boys to "watch the teeth!")

So, my first real boyfriend was a real turning point in my life. Here I was, 16 going on 17, and I pretty much decided that I like boys and girls equally, as long as they were my type. From then on I collected a small circle of girlfriends that trusted each other. When we got together, behind closed doors, anything went. We played with toys together, we made love together, we even shared boyfriends together. And our boyfriends were pretty much like us. My roommate and I dated a couple of guys who were roommates together. We would get together for dinner at the cafeteria and then head back to their room, lock the door, strip down and try to figure out how many combinations we could try together. It was so hot watching those two boys kiss!

And that is pretty much the story of why I consider myself not straight, not lesbian, but bi.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The Sticker - part 2 (in progress)

We made our way back into the restaurant proper. We continued to hold hands as we made our way through the crowd. I spotted the young man the woman was with. Damn, he's cute, she thought to herself! He was clean cut with short brown hair that looked like it had traces of red in it. He looked up at me through conservative looking metal framed glasses with blue eyes that seemed so fresh and clear. He was a trifle on the skinny side. It looked like he had a small bit of belly, but when he stood up to greet me it vanished completely.

I glanced at my new found friend and realized they were both about 6 feet tall. I don't suppose it made any difference, but I felt a little short in their presence. I had been considered tall at school, at 5'7", but I was almost half a foot shorter than these two! But what really made the pair cute was that they both had freckles! Now, I really don't care what the color of my lovers are, but red hair and freckles really sets off my fantasy machine!

She had long light red hair that hung to the middle of her back. For some reason her eyebrows were a little redder. Her skin was so pale you can see the outlines of the veins running beneath it and covering every exposed area were light brown freckles! She was wearing a one-piece little black dress that gave the appearance of silk. It was very low-cut and appeared to be held up only by the thinnest of spaghetti straps. It was everything I could do not to stare! I swear I could see just a hint of dark aureoles where the top of the dress covered her breasts. My God, this couple was making me wet just thinking about their bodies! Lord only knows how horny I was going to be once I made it back to their place!

I took a deep breath and held it for a moment. Must. Regain. Control. Hell, yes, I was eager! I wanted to take both of them right now in the restaurant! But I want to come off as too slutty! Time enough for that later, I thought to myself.

The girl turned to her man. "This is David." She hesitated as she realized we hadn't exchanged names.

I put out my hand. "I'm Elizabeth, but I friends call me Lizzie."

The tall redheaded turned to me, smiling. "My name is Rachel, but you can call me Rach," she said brightly as she flushed a bit in embarrassment.

"Rach," I said, "let me take care of my check and I'll be back in a moment." As I turned to go, I glanced at Rach and caught her checking me out again. She had an I want to fuck you right now look in her eyes and, damn, if I didn't feel the same way!

After I returned, I sat between them. We talked about our jobs and where we went to school and how we missed the sexual freedom of college. After a few minutes both of them had a hand on my thighs. Both of them were stroking me lightly. I was ready to get out of there, Now!

We left and I followed them back to their place, or, rather, her place. It was on the fifth floor of a five-story complex and it overlooked a wide bayou across the boulevard. The parklike setting was covered in oak and pine. God, it was beautiful! They had a nice balcony, too. It had a low, wide couch that looks like it could handle three people easily! I quickly settled into it, deciding for them where the action was going to take place.

David offered to get drinks and we all decided on very dirty martinis. He headed to the bar and Rachel leaned on the balcony and looked out at the skyline.

"I see you like the view, too," she said. "The place was a little expensive but the view sold it."

She turned to look at me with those beautiful green eyes and I melted inside. She saw right through me as a big grin crossed her face. She stepped over to me and sat beside me taking my hand in hers.

"I hope we're not making you uncomfortable."

"No, not at all." I looked at her for a moment, trying to decide how bold to be. Then I decided, what the fuck, these look like cool people.

"As a matter of fact I'm very comfortable," I said quietly as I looked deep into her eyes.

I took the hand in mine and raised it to my lips, never taking my eyes off hers. I gently kiss the back of her hand then flipped it over and kissed its palm. I ran my lips across her fingers till I came to her fingertips and then I kissed ever so gently. I drew her middle finger and her index finger betwixt my lips lovingly sucked upon them. My tongue explored her fingertips and the smoothness of her fingernails. I sucked them further into my mouth, closing my eyes as I wallowed in the bliss of the moment. A moan escaped her lips and I opened my eyes to see that she had closed hers and her head had fallen back against the couch.

While I had been sucking on her fingers, her hand had managed to unbutton more of my blouse. She had slipped in and was gently cupping my small, but sensitive breast. Her hand paused as it discovered the ring in my left nipple. A gentle sigh escaped from her lips as her eyes opened and she looked into mine once more. She gently fingered the ring, as if wondering what to do with her newfound toy.

I looked her firmly in the eye and said, "you can be gentle, but the one with the ring likes it a bit rougher!"

She let out a gentle laugh and then, without warning, twisted the ring a bit.

Pain coursed through my nipple! Loving pain! Sexual pain! The pain of the gods!

I went limp in her arms.

She gathered me up in her arms and held me to her as she took me. This tall redheaded goddess lowered her face to mine and very firmly kissed me! I felt like a little girl again, waiting to be used by my lover!

Friday, October 7, 2011

The Sticker - part one

It had been a long day at the office. It had also been a little strange. She stood before the restroom’s mirror and tried to figure out what was different today.

Her hair was tolerable. Her makeup... well, she didn’t wear much makeup, she tried to work the natural look... but what little there was was looking good.  Her silk blouse was as classy as she could afford. She had the top three buttons open and her decolletage was presented in a delightfully sexy manner.  

After all these years and one child she figured she would have progressed beyond a B-cup, but nature had seen fit to keep her endowment modest. She sighed and turned to check the profile. She ached her back and thrust what little she had out proudly.  She smiled to herself.  She caught the barest hint of the ring in her left nipple.  Sexy Mama, yeah!  

It had taken her years to get over her fear of needles enough to finally summon up the courage to get it pierced. It made her feel so very sexy when she thought about it drawing attention and stimulation to her breast.

She straightened out her black, mid thigh skirt.  She could still spot stray cat hair she hadn't been able to eradicate before she left the apartment.  She loved Amy, but trying to keep the cat hair from taking over was a near impossibility.

And, of course, being Friday, she was pantyless!  She’d started the tradition in college, more out of practically than anything else. Sometimes she just ran out of clean undies by the end of the week and she detested wearing dirty panties!  But, damn, she found it made her feel very sexy sitting in class or talking to her instructors or chatting up some cute thing in the quad knowing she was quite bare down there!

Still, there was something different about today.  She pursed her lips and thought about the odd looks she’d been getting all day.  Most of the people she worked with were civilized and kept their public attention from being blatantly sexual. However, today she was getting the odd feeling that every time she walked away from anyone that they were checking her out more closely than usual.  It wasn't really a problem.  In fact it made her feel very sexy and desirable today. Always a good thing on Friday or, hell, any day, for that matter!

She brushed out the real and imaginary wrinkles from her clothes, checked her teeth, and then, shaking her head to fluff her hair a bit, she headed back out to her desk to grab her keys and head to the car.

Gwen, her supervisor, smiled at her as she glanced her way. Once again Summer had the feeling Gwen was seriously checking her out.  She liked Gwen and all, but she had a firm rule, never fuck with people at work.  If it went sour, work always got strained. Better to flirt and enjoy being appreciated than have to get a new job.  

She finally settled into her car and relaxed for a moment. She closed her eyes and wondered who she was going to meet tonight.  Who, to be more precise, was going to be her lover of the moment!

She was putting a lot of time working on her career and the stuff she was writing.  She didn’t have time for some needy, obsessive relationship right now. But, as she was a very healthy and hormone driven woman, she needed to find her big O as often as she could! She laughed at the thought.  Her mother had encouraged her sexual explorations in her teens.  

It had shocked her at the time, but finding the smallish dildo in her bedside table, courtesy of her mom, had opened such enjoyable doors!  She had always been careful. She had stayed a virgin till her junior year yet lovers had never complained!

She was obsessively oral.  She loved the taste of male precum on the tip of her tongue, sweet, sticky and clear.  And she lusted after the tang of a freshly rinsed woman as she flicked a clit under it’s hood.

She wasn’t exactly straight and she wasn’t exactly gay. She didn’t consider herself bi either. As a matter of fact, she so disliked the labels. others tried to force upon her.  Lesbians were convinced she was lesbian and her boy friends were convinced she was either straight or, better yet in their opinion, bi.

She eschewed all labels.  It was nice, she thought, to be so sure of one’s sexuality that it could be labeled and categorized, but she honestly had no preference and she resented those who tried to pigeonhole her. She felt like they were trying to deny her own feelings and desires for their own, small minded preferences.

She was the new generation. Gay, straight, etc. were all so damn old school. A product of an age when people had fought for their sexual choices, but, ultimately, they were as close minded as the generations before that had fought against sexual choice.

No, she was simply Sexual!  All sex, when approached with an open mind and with a certain amount of caution, was all good.

And tonight she was going to get god damned, fucking, SEXUAL!!!!!   She laughed out loud as she roared down the freeway, Lady Gaga blaring from the car’s over taxed speakers!

She pulled through a Starbuck’s drive thru and picked up something to give a quick caffeine fix. Then she stopped for a little private time shared with a plate of chicken enchiladas mole at Teo’s.  Even Senor Teo was checking her out! She could swear the cute old tio was staring at her ass when he followed her to her favorite table.

She liked to get a good seat where she could check out everyone who came in. The best spot gave her a vantage point where she could keep an eye on the lobby, the bar and the hallway to the bathroom.

She sipped her margarita and wolfed down the enchiladas. As usual, she didn’t touch the beans or rice.  A girl had to watch her figure, of course!  She also started getting wet watching a couple making eyes at each other over a plate of steaming hot fajita nachos.  And they were making more than eyes!  Their hands kept straying under the table!  God, I wish I was sitting between them!, she thought to herself.  They were both so damn cute!

She watched as the took turns feeding each other. He fed her a red tortilla chip with fajita and onions and he laughed as the juices wet his fingers. The girls looked into her date’s eyes, leaned over a bit and licked the juice off, then gently grasping his hand, slowly sucked on his finger.  

Now she was really getting turned  on and so fucking wet!  God, was she going to enjoy getting off tonight!

She finished up what she was going to eat, drained her second margarita and headed to the restroom to clean up.  She was just finishing when the girl she had been watching came in.  Summer lingered awhile fussing with her hair.  The girl came out from the stall and washed her hands beside her.  They furtively glanced at each other, smiling at the non verbal flirtation.  The girl stepped behind her and dried her hands. Just as Summer was getting ready to turn and leave she felt a a gentle touch on her ass. She froze, but broadly grinned as she closed her eyes, enjoying the moment.

The girl’s hand came up... a Dora the Explorer sticker on the tip of her finger!  

“Sorry,” she said. “This was stuck back there, I hope you don’t mind.”  The girl smiled and looked at me with a coy smile that simply TURNED ME ON!

I glanced at it and then back at her and I started to laugh!  

“So that’s what got every one's attention at work today!”

I couldn't decide if I was angry or amused with my coworkers...  the sleazeballs! All day long that damn thing had been stuck to my butt and nobody said a god damned thing, but they sure had enjoyed the view!

“Thank you.”  I took the sticker from her out strecthed finger and stuck it on the inside of my purse.  Maybe I cold stick it on Gwen’s ass on Monday and extract a bit of revenge.  She smiled at the thought.

The girl turned to leave, paused, then turned back.

“I couldn’t help you noticing how you watched us during dinner. I hope I am not being too direct, but you are very cute and it turned me on knowing you you were so focused on us.  My guy was turned on, too. He’s been hard all through dinner . I have to thank you for that.” She looked me in the eyes with a deep searching look as if she was trying to divine my nature and what I was comfortable with.

I decided, what the hell, what did I have to lose!

“Yes, I got very wet watching you guys.”

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me.

“Look, we are headed back to my place and I was wondering if you'd like to join us for a drink, maybe a movie, maybe...”  She trailed off, never taking her eyes off mine.

“Yes,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound too eager.  But, god damn, was I eager!

She cocked her head and looked at me as if trying to decide I was serious.

I leaned closer to her and gently brushed her cheek with my lips and whispered in her ear, “I’d love to.”

I pulled back, my hand on her shoulder now. We searched each other’s eyes for a moment, then kissed.  Gently at first, tasting each others lips, our tongues playing lightly across them. Her lips parted and I pushed my tongue in that sweet mouth.  She welcomed it, playing with it. Then she reached up and grasped the back of my head and shifted from gentle to hard as she sucked my tongue deep into her mouth!

I was in fucking lust with this girl!

We pulled apart. We both looked down sorta sheepishly, with naughty smiles on our lips.

I took her hand in mine and said, “Let’s go. He’s going to wonder where you’ve been.”

She giggled and replied, “Oh, he knows. I waited till you came in here and followed you in.”

We looked at each other for a moment and I realized this was the start of a beautiful friendship.

End, part one.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Night Walk

I had an interesting weekend. My daughter was with me and she is blossoming into a full fledged teenager at the speed of light! She is beautiful, but she is driving me crazy. She is now a fan of Doctor Who and has been watching about 3 episodes a day every chance she gets.

But the interesting part came last night. She finally passed out in her room, her computer automatically booting her off at 1am. (Yay, for parental controls!) But I was having a hard time relaxing. I wanted to masturbate, but I was just too restless. I needed to do something physical to burn off energy and build up some endorphins.

Now, there is a lovely park across the street that runs along side one of the two major bayous in Houston. It has a well lit paved trail that now extends for miles. The temperature was 66 and the humidity pleasant. And it was a very quiet and safe part of town. So, a walk was definitely in order.

I was listening to Radio Meowings (Japan) on my phone and enjoying the beginnings of Fall. About a half mile into my perambulation, I passed by the children's playground. To my pleasant surprise, there, on a picnic table was a young Latino woman spreadeagled with an equally young Anglo male on top of her making very slow love to her.

I stood by a fair sized Live Oak tree, taking advantage of the shadows while I silently watched. The woman had a white blouse, unbuttoned in front. Her short black skirt was pushed up around her waist. Her breasts couldn't have been more than B cups. My god, they were beautiful, the nipples stiff and large. Perfectly shaped nips that rose like mesas on small firm hillocks. I wanted to join them and slide my lips and tongue over them! Well, him too, but I was feeling very lesbi that night!

The young man was teasing her. He was slowly pushing himself into her and then he would almost pull out of her. Then he would make tiny little thrusts for a few moments before he would shove himself deep within her once again. I was drenched watching them!

I unbuttoned my jeans and slide my hand into them. I was lost in the moment. My eyes glued on them, my hand working my own flesh with out conscious thought. I played with the bar that pierced my hood. I love to flick the ball on top. The ball on the underside is always in contact with my clit. It is always a pleasure to keep a steady beat, thumping my clit to the rhythm of the music on my phone.

I don't know how long I stood there watching them, but it had to have been at least 20 minutes, Kraftwerk's Autobahn started and almost finished while he made love to her. I came over and over again until my legs were so shaky I almost collapsed on the ground.

But all good things must cum to an end. They finished as she cried out after he tried to push his way even deeper inside and she started shaking, her head rocking from side to side. And then her body arced upwards as she tried to open herself even more to him. A low guttural moan came from the depths of her very soul and then she went limp on the table.

He was looking down on her with a look of total bliss and domination as he quickly thrust into her, rabbiting to speed his release. With shudder, he tried to shove his cock up to throat and then he came, then collapsing on her.

He lay on her for a few minutes and then pulled off and out of her. He sank to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, gently cleaning her with his mouth. She reached down and took his head in her hands, running her fingers through his dark, curly hair.

Then she pushed him away with a giggle and rose to stand before him. They kissed. Then she sank to her knees, took his now soft manhood in her mouth and returned the favor, consuming any trace of their love left on his prize.

Finally, she rose and they kissed for a few minutes. Then, getting their clothes straightened up, they turned and walked away towards the parking lot.

But as they walked, she turned her head and looked straight at me. Her deep brown eyes locked onto mine and she smiled, nodding at me. My heart was beating loudly and if my legs hadn't been so much rubber, I would have followed them!

Somehow I made it home and into my own bed. I wanted to take out one of my favorite glass toys and fill myself with it, but I was simply too tired and quickly fell asleep.

You know, I have got to go for more late night walks in that park! I may never come across anything quite so interesting again, but the memories of that night as I go on future walks will always send a shiver through me.