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Bi Bi Miss American Pie
Bi Bi Miss American Pie
“Lez is the in thing now,” my friend told me in an instant message today. I was ranting about how it seemed everyone I knew was either becoming a lesbian or bi-sexual.
Please, don’t get me wrong. The idea of two women kissing all over each other turns me on as much as the next red-blooded American male. It just seems more and more women are giving up on us guys.
Take another friend of mine for instance…
Our relationship started as many do online. A random contact turns into long chats ‒ sharing photos and fantasies.
She was married ‒ which fit in well with my situation. Hubby was gone a lot and not really interested in her while he was home. She didn’t want to leave, but to spice things up a bit.
For me, it was an opportunity to connect with a bright, beautiful woman, who was more experienced sexually than me ‒ even though she was almost 10 years my junior.
We met in a public place first ‒ no pressure ‒ just a conversation. We did the “small talk” thing. We laughed and teased a flirted ‒ just a little.
We she departed, she reached grabbed me and kissed… passionately. I was sold. We would meet again.
I took care of the arrangements. We would meet at one of the finest 1 ½ -star motels $45 could buy. After all, we were sleeping there.
She got directions to the place and I went out for the essentials… Waters, mints, Condoms, KY…
I waited impatiently for her arrival. I called her cell to make sure she didn’t get lost. She was fine, just running a little late.
Upon her arrival, I attempted the small talk thing again. She was having none of that. We immediately started kissing. The smell of her hair was driving me wild.
I was nervous and excited all at the same time ‒ and so was she. It was that type of nervous excitement that comes when you don’t know each other well enough to know exactly how to touch, caress, tease. Every move is a new adventure.
Sex has a way of changing someone’s personality. As quiet as she looked when I first met her ‒ her moans of “Yeah fuck me just like that.” were not.
We spent about two hours together that night. She needed to get back home and I needed to do some “work.” I vowed to myself this wouldn’t be the last time we connected.
That was nearly a year ago.
This summer she announced to me that she had found her bisexual side. Women were just easier than men and that she didn’t have to hide her trysts from her husband this way.
“He’s cool with it if I’m with a woman,” she said.
I teased her about it a bit. She has moved too far away to get together, but we keep in touch quite often.
I still flirt with her, in hopes she might make a trip back my way sometime. She usually counters with, “I might let you watch my girlfriend fuck me with a strap-on.”
I’m still very much her friend. However, I realize the “benefits” portion is probably gone.
Maybe she will let me watch someday. Or perhaps even join in – Hey a guy can dream, can’t he?
Until Next Time…
To have loved and lost is better than to not have booked the room in the first place.
8/31/2006 5:45 am
Well....at least you have the memories. Or perhaps you helped drive her to her "bi" side????? You know I'm just kidding. But you'll always know that you went all out with that 1 1/2 star, $45 hotel, and even water, and mints and all! You're so cute.....ya know? |
8/31/2006 12:18 pm
~~Very niice ~~I agree it's better to love and lost then never trying at all~~and if you can't love then maybe watching isn't all that bad *w* |
9/1/2006 6:58 am