I Kissed a Girl…

Earlier this year I had my first girl on girl experience. The kind that inspires Dear Penthouse letters and leaves young boys holding the magazine over their pants! We met a couple out for dinner and unlike our typical dates, I agreed when they invited us back to their hotel. I had always made it clear to our swinger friends I was a “night club lesbian” (i.e. after 3 shots of fireball and standing on a dance floor, it was the Wild West and my tongue was a saloon!) 

Somehow, though, I found myself in a hot tub with an incredibly sexy older woman and we went from kissing to well….more. I was turned on and if I’m being honest, a little more than confused. I had flirted with girls before but never let it go further than the occasional grope session for our partners titillation and I could not figure out why I felt such an attraction to her.

We went from the hot tub to the bed and well….that’s a story that on my other blog! 😉

What did it mean though? Was I bi? Was I just bi curious? Was it the whiskey who liked girls and I was just the vessel for it’s “deviance”? The truth, it turns, out was not nearly as complicated as all of that. I’ve realized after a few more, mind blowing experiences (One I might add that included a kitchen counter, hands made of magic, and enough chemistry to light up the Grand Canyon) that I am what they would call fluid. Attraction is situational for me it seems. After years of claiming I was “strictly dickly”, I’ve come to understand that the occasional dinner at the Y can be just as satisfying a meal!

Now all silliness aside, I need to say something that is very near and dear to my heart. My youngest came out to me 2 years ago when he was 18. It was not a huge surprise and more than anything I was just honored that he came to me about it.

I want to share with you what I shared with him because this is what I believe with every fiber of my heart:

Love is beautiful, no matter what form we find it in. Be it for a moment, a night or a lifetime, allowing yourself to be vulnerable and open with another human being, while scary is the most incredible gift we are able to give and receive.

Love cannot see, it can only feel. It is the strongest emotion we are capable of. It can neutralize hate, erase sadness, and help us see things about ourselves when we find our reflection in another persons eyes.

No matter who we choose to love, the opposite sex, the same sex, someone transitioning between, so long as we have respect, kindness and honesty with them, we cannot ever go wrong. 

There is nothing wrong with loving someone of the same sex. The only “wrong” is to deny yourself the chance to experience because fear of others opinions outweighs the wish in your heart.

As proud as I was of him for coming out, I had to process the sadness I felt at his worry over my response. I’ve always been open and honest with my kids, never given them a reason to fear saying anything at all. Yet, our society has so ingrained it in our brains that only certain ways of living are the “right” way to be, he still had fear. It was heartbreaking if I’m being honest.

This is perhaps one of the reasons I’ve started this blog. One of the reasons that I’ve decided to be honest and raw about all of my experiences, a la “Good, Bad and Ugly” style. I don’t ever want another child to fear taking off the mask, another man or woman to deny themselves the beauty of a genuine life for fear of what others might think.

We get one shot, and if that is all we have, then shouldn’t we surround ourselves with a village that is as brilliantly technicolor as our own souls?

As for yours truly, well kiddos, your Auntie is a bit of freaky little thing. Sometimes I’m vanilla, other times swirl, and when the moment feels right, I am a strawberry with a pink strap on I call Bertha, and channeling the fab Ms. Perry, kissing girl and fucking loving it!

 

First Kiss

“I’ve never kissed a girl”, she whispers to me, her eyes lit with excitement as she leans in close. “Oh really?” I tell her, my lips grazing her ear as my hand strokes the side of her cheek. She is cute. A walking, talking pixie sprite with dark black hair and jet blue eyes. She has no idea the effect she is having on the room, the effect she is having on me.

I pull her closer, feeling her breasts against my own, the curve of her back on my arm. My mouth slowly moving towards her cheek, my red lipstick leaving an imprint where it lands. “I think we can fix that” I tell her as I take her hand in mine, leading her to a corner of the bar and leaning her against the wall. I inhale the scent of her skin, vanilla lotion mixed with lavender and desire, taking it in like a drug.

I slowly find her lips, soft and pouty as my tongue explores her mouth. I am gentle, allowing her to take the lead, letting her have control. She kisses me more firmly, her hands snaking into my hair as she tilts my head towards her own. My knees feel shaky and my heart begins to race. Chemistry it turns out is gender blind.

Time stands still, frozen like a glacier as the music, the crowd, the lights fade away into nothingness. I allow the current to run through me, invading my fingers and toes as I push my body into hers and feel her hands on my exposed arms. My hands cup her breasts beneath her cotton shirt and I hear her moan in response. She pushes her hips against mine and I am tempted to snake my fingers onto her thigh.

We come up for air and the world starts spinning again, her smile megawatt and beaming in the dimly lit room. She kisses my cheek and bites her bottom lip, a shy, sexy smirk on her face.

I pull her close to me once more, giving her the number to my hotel room down the street. “Just in case there is anything else you’ve never done with a girl” I say with a wink. I smack her ass for good measure and walk back to the table with my friends. My mind going round and round like a spinning top.

Will she come over? Where will it lead? I wonder these things as I settle into my bed, my dress tossed on the floor of my hotel room, my fingers stroking my clit, my head tossed back in pleasure, and then the bell rings….

Girls Night In

Jasmine and Tabitha sat on their buttery soft leather couch, feet outstretched on their ottoman, pouring themselves their second glass of wine each.

They had an early dinner and had settled into pajamas. It had been a long week for each of them and tonight was a girls night.

They had purchased all the essentials, ice cream for later with raw cookie dough, microwaveable popcorn and a favorite chick flick. The chatted about their day, sipping their wine, and giggled over stories of really bad first dates. 

Neither woman imagined that she would find herself, snuggled up under a blanket on a Friday night, pleasantly buzzed and far away from the club scene that had dominated their early twenties. Their birthdays, only a few months apart would see soon usher them into 30. They had grown and changed so much in the last few years, and tonight, they were appreciative of the simple pleasures in life.

They turned their movie on and began to settle in, curling up close to one another for comfort. The companiable comfort of best friends who felt completely at home with each other.

 Jessica laid her head on Tabithas lap, her long auburn hair spilling onto the cushion beside her. Tabitha absentmindedly ran her fingers through it, suddenly aware of how silky smooth it felt. Within a few minutes, the second glass of wine hit her and Tabitha grew impulsively bold. She ran the tip of her finger down Jessica’s face, stopping at her lips and stroking them softly.

Jessica, herself equally buzzed, closed her eyes and melted into the touch, enjoying the little sparks coursing into her toes. A contended sigh escape from her mouth as her body relaxed. When she felt soft lips touch her own, she didn’t back away but parted her lips, allowing their tongues to explore.

The movie all but forgotten, the women found themselves thoroughly entranced. Their bodies responding to each other’s touch, explorers on foreign soil, navigating without a map. 

Jessica sat up, wrapping her arms around Tabitha, her kisses growing harder, her desire mounting by the second. Her lips moved down Tabithas neck, kissing her collar bone, softly blowing on her neck.  Her friend shuddered in response while goosebumps broke out on her flesh. Emboldened by this response, Jessica moved to her breasts, her lips grazing them over her cotton top. Tabitha peeled her top off, her blonde curls falling over her shoulders in thick and heavy waves.  Her breasts where beautiful, large and firm, not yet softened by motherhood or age. She watched with curiosity as Jessica’s lips found her hardened nipples and she began to suckle like a hungry babe. Sounds of pleasure escaped her lips, as she gave into the moment and allowed her last inhibitions to fall away.

She took Jessica’s hand and slid it under the drawstring of her pants, desperate to feel her fingers on her and inside. The circular motion on her clit sent waves of pleasure coursing through her and she knew she would cum without penetration for the first time. 

Her impatience growing, Tabitha  shoved her pajama pants down around her ankles guiding her friends head between her thighs. Jessica kissed her then tasted her, wondering why she had ever been afraid or nervous about this before. 

She was sweet, like honeysuckle and her wetness coated her tongue. Tabithas thighs clenched her face urging her deeper inside as she lifted her hips. When Tabitha began to orgasm, she could feel her spasm beneath her lips and her face was squeezed tight. 

They took a moment to lay there, both uncertain of what had just transpired. It had felt so natural and right. They had been friends for such a long time and their coming together had felt like an extension of this friendship, the next evolution in their lives.

Tabitha sat up first, a mischievous gleam in her eye. She poured them each a new glass of wine, and put rewound their movie to the part they left off. She sat there, sipping her Chardonnay, her fingers lazily tracing circles on her friends hand as they began to watch their show.

Jessica had experienced something new and thought Tabitha, she would like a try. The night was still young and so where they. Who the hell needed nightclubs when they could stay in for girls night?!

Cherry

She is cute. Petite and blonde, young and vibrant. There is an innocence yet sexiness too her and as she dances I can’t look away.

Hers eyes meet mine and I smile. Motion to her to come over. She makes her way through the crowd a smile on her cherry red lips. I grab her by the hips as I whisper in her ear “Hello sexy. Care to dance?” She grabs my hand and leads me onto the floor. Our bodies begin to move in time to the music. We know there are people watching, we don’t care.

I lean in and take in the scent of her hair. It smells of vanilla and cigarettes and the scent turns me on. I grab her and pull her in close to me. My breasts pressed against hers. I feel her hand snake around to my ass, where it rests, a nice fit. She looks at me and I lean in and kiss her. Her lips are soft, her breathe tastes of the alcohol she has just sipped.

Her tongue meets mine and I feel my heart rate increase. I close my eyes and kiss her harder. Oblivious to the crowd we are drawing. I’m a little drunk and a lot uninhibited and I’m enjoying the moment. There is a cage in the corner. 8 foot tall and metal, we make our way towards it hand in hand. We climb the short steps and enter into it’s embrace.

I know from up here the people below can get a flash of my panties and it gives me a thrill. I push her up against the bars, my hair sliding into my face. I move it out of the way and have her hold it as I kiss her neck then her breasts through her tight cotton shirt. I get on my knees and take in her scent, her excitement at what I am doing to her in public, for the crowd to see.

We dance in time, our bodies grinding, our heat coming off our bodies in waves. We are sweaty and hot and completely alive. The song ends and I kiss her once more. Thank her for the dance and make my way back into the crowd and to the people I’ve arrived with. We leave soon after, I’ve never gotten her name.

It’s ok, tonight, in my fantasies, when I’m touching myself under my sheets, I will call her Cherry and think of the way her lips tasted as I bring myself to release.

I Kissed a Girl

The music is pounding in my ears. My body sways to the beat and I feel my heart race as I dance to the tune. 

I catch her looking at me through the corner of my eye. She stunning. Short, dark hair cropped at her chin. Green eyes and pale skin with ruby red lips. 

I smile at her as I turn to the beat, catch her smiling back. A slower song comes on and like a scene from a movie the crowd seems to part as she makes her way toward me. 

We don’t speak, she simply grabs my hand and leads me towards the center of the floor. She smells delicious and I fight the urge to kiss her neck. 

We begin to move to the music, our bodies drawing closer and closer. We are aware that a crowd is drawing, also aware, that in this moment, neither of us cares. 

My hands surround her hips and I pull her in close. Her breasts are pushed up against mind and my nipples harden in response. 

She grabs my ponytail and laces her fingers into my hair. “I’m Susan” she whispers, “I’m Tabitha”, I reply. 

Our bodies take over and we move as one. A new and beautiful creature that no one can take their eyes off of. 

She grabs my chin and kisses me. My tongue finding hers in response. We kiss and move across the dance floor, giving our hands permission to explore each other through our clothes. 

She has ample and succulent breasts. They are firm and solid beneath her white cotton shirt as I suckle on her neck. My hands cup them then trail down and around to her ass. 

I feel electric and alive, completely turned on. This is a new side to me and I am enjoying the experience. 

The song ends and from the corner she notices her friends motioning her to come back. 

She kisses me on the lips, the taste of her lipstick lingering.

A faster, harder song comes on and as the dance floor becomes crowded, I lose site if her. Her scent linges on my skin, her lipstick is mixed with mine. I smile as I close my eyes and sway to the new beat. Tonight I kissed a girl and guess what? I liked it…