onlysweetpea
Bluelighter
Excerpt/Story/originally posted in SLR to ask a question, but hell...
***
I was amazed, quite actually, at how strange the whole
thing was. We met up downtown, Ivy, the gal, works around the corner from me. They buy me an overpriced dinner at that horrible restaurant at
the top of this hotel. They refused to let me pay. We had somewhat
stunted dinner conversation. We have absolutely nothing in common.
I didn’t think anything was going to go well at all, and at a certain
point I was just gonna say "thank you but I don’t think I can do
this"and go home. They were both cute, in their late 20s, engaged to get
married this summer. I thought they were both going to be swingers
and shit, but apparently, he was only mildly interested in the whole
idea, and she wanted to sow her wild lesbian roots before she tied
the knot…and evidently she wanted to sow them with me.
I’ve never had any real lesbian tendencies. A majority of people
know how I like dick. I’m not a big fan of the vagina, not even my own.
I do have a great appreciation for beautiful women, though. Women
who can pull off a slinky black dress, tattoos and crazy manic hair with
a pair of combat boots. Women who can pull off a lot of things I don’t
think I can.
Ivy’s not a combat boot kinda gal, but she was exotic. She was
gorgeously exotic.
At one point towards the end of the meal I had picked through and not
finished, I excused myself and headed for the bathroom. I had no
idea she had followed me. Having gotten drunk with Janey the night
before, I was not keen on continuing on with the liquor. They did, and she,
my little new friend, was absolutely sloshed.
Ivy followed me into a stall and grabbed my boobs.
We made out. Women are strange and different. They taste different.
They’re soft and pliant. They’re round and they curve in different
places. They smell like flowery girl stuffs. Sometimes I forget
that I am one. The whole thing was only shocking for a minute and then
after the weirdness was gone, it actually felt nice.
The last girl I had ever kissed was Janey. And that was over four
years ago. Janey tastes like smoke and rum and juicy fruit gum all
together.
We stumbled out of the stall to shock a well tailored woman and her
well tailored toddler.
They pay the bill and we decide to walk around outside for a bit.
The weather was gorgeous, the city was crisp and sparkly looking. I
held Ivy’s hand and her fiancée held her other.
We stop by a bar somewhere I don’t remember and have a drink. For no
reason, this one drink has me feeling a lil woozy. I don’t remember
getting onto public transit, but I remember sitting next to Ivy, her hand
precariously in my lap, making little fluttering gestures.
They live in a modest house with a little dog and a little yard. She wasted no time in throwing her clothes all over the place
and jumping onto the bed stark naked. Hal took his time. He looked
bored and listless. Something was telling me he didn’t want to be
involved. Threesomes get weird like that. Three is a hard number to
work with. No matter what you say or do, it’s usually 2 against one,
or one will feel left out. She did her best to keep him interested,
but he looked disturbed throughout. I think he may have been coming
to terms with the fact his fiancée likes women more than he does, and
how will this marriage work.
Poor guy. Even a blow job couldn’t take his mind off the problems I
knew were plaguing him.
Threesomes are dangerous, if someone isn’t 100% into it. All in all,
he did put in a good ole college try. Ivy went down on me. I went
down on Hal. Hal fucked me in front of Ivy. And lots of mutual
masturbation. My favorite thing about threesomes are the extra sets
of hands and feet, mouths and limbs and misc. body parts. If you
close your eyes, you could simply be floating in a sea of skin, both
rough and soft. And if you can let go even further, you may even
walk away from the whole thing guilt free.
I did feel a little guilty the next morning. I had fallen asleep
with Ivy wrapped around me. My natural heterosexual self, in the middle
of the night, disentangled her and I climbed on top of Hal’s chest and fell asleep, feeling more at home there. I felt bad for him. He had
looked only briefly happy. I wanted to ask him about their whole marriage thing and why. But I didn’t. I was just the strange girl
they picked up, and the stranger in their bed.
When I finally got home this morning to shower and call in late to
work, Janey was still curled up in my bed, the same way I had left
her the morning before. When I sat down next to her to put on my shoes, I
reached over and brushed her hair out of her face and contemplated
kissing her. Just because somedays I wonder if she still tastes the
same. And somedays, because I love her so much my heart bursts.
***
I was amazed, quite actually, at how strange the whole
thing was. We met up downtown, Ivy, the gal, works around the corner from me. They buy me an overpriced dinner at that horrible restaurant at
the top of this hotel. They refused to let me pay. We had somewhat
stunted dinner conversation. We have absolutely nothing in common.
I didn’t think anything was going to go well at all, and at a certain
point I was just gonna say "thank you but I don’t think I can do
this"and go home. They were both cute, in their late 20s, engaged to get
married this summer. I thought they were both going to be swingers
and shit, but apparently, he was only mildly interested in the whole
idea, and she wanted to sow her wild lesbian roots before she tied
the knot…and evidently she wanted to sow them with me.
I’ve never had any real lesbian tendencies. A majority of people
know how I like dick. I’m not a big fan of the vagina, not even my own.
I do have a great appreciation for beautiful women, though. Women
who can pull off a slinky black dress, tattoos and crazy manic hair with
a pair of combat boots. Women who can pull off a lot of things I don’t
think I can.
Ivy’s not a combat boot kinda gal, but she was exotic. She was
gorgeously exotic.
At one point towards the end of the meal I had picked through and not
finished, I excused myself and headed for the bathroom. I had no
idea she had followed me. Having gotten drunk with Janey the night
before, I was not keen on continuing on with the liquor. They did, and she,
my little new friend, was absolutely sloshed.
Ivy followed me into a stall and grabbed my boobs.
We made out. Women are strange and different. They taste different.
They’re soft and pliant. They’re round and they curve in different
places. They smell like flowery girl stuffs. Sometimes I forget
that I am one. The whole thing was only shocking for a minute and then
after the weirdness was gone, it actually felt nice.
The last girl I had ever kissed was Janey. And that was over four
years ago. Janey tastes like smoke and rum and juicy fruit gum all
together.
We stumbled out of the stall to shock a well tailored woman and her
well tailored toddler.
They pay the bill and we decide to walk around outside for a bit.
The weather was gorgeous, the city was crisp and sparkly looking. I
held Ivy’s hand and her fiancée held her other.
We stop by a bar somewhere I don’t remember and have a drink. For no
reason, this one drink has me feeling a lil woozy. I don’t remember
getting onto public transit, but I remember sitting next to Ivy, her hand
precariously in my lap, making little fluttering gestures.
They live in a modest house with a little dog and a little yard. She wasted no time in throwing her clothes all over the place
and jumping onto the bed stark naked. Hal took his time. He looked
bored and listless. Something was telling me he didn’t want to be
involved. Threesomes get weird like that. Three is a hard number to
work with. No matter what you say or do, it’s usually 2 against one,
or one will feel left out. She did her best to keep him interested,
but he looked disturbed throughout. I think he may have been coming
to terms with the fact his fiancée likes women more than he does, and
how will this marriage work.
Poor guy. Even a blow job couldn’t take his mind off the problems I
knew were plaguing him.
Threesomes are dangerous, if someone isn’t 100% into it. All in all,
he did put in a good ole college try. Ivy went down on me. I went
down on Hal. Hal fucked me in front of Ivy. And lots of mutual
masturbation. My favorite thing about threesomes are the extra sets
of hands and feet, mouths and limbs and misc. body parts. If you
close your eyes, you could simply be floating in a sea of skin, both
rough and soft. And if you can let go even further, you may even
walk away from the whole thing guilt free.
I did feel a little guilty the next morning. I had fallen asleep
with Ivy wrapped around me. My natural heterosexual self, in the middle
of the night, disentangled her and I climbed on top of Hal’s chest and fell asleep, feeling more at home there. I felt bad for him. He had
looked only briefly happy. I wanted to ask him about their whole marriage thing and why. But I didn’t. I was just the strange girl
they picked up, and the stranger in their bed.
When I finally got home this morning to shower and call in late to
work, Janey was still curled up in my bed, the same way I had left
her the morning before. When I sat down next to her to put on my shoes, I
reached over and brushed her hair out of her face and contemplated
kissing her. Just because somedays I wonder if she still tastes the
same. And somedays, because I love her so much my heart bursts.
