I had an idea that I am a bisexual since a fairly young age. In high school, I remember sneaking glances of the beautiful women in my father's
Playboy
magazines. I felt that what I was doing was wrong somehow—even though I could not explain the guilt—but I couldn't help myself. Blonde women were especially attractive to me. As a late teen, I was insecure, chubby, and shy. Most of the time I would check-out my girlfriends without them knowing, stealing glances in the showers of the high school gym. By the time I entered college I was far from a virgin when it came to men, however lesbian lust was something I shared with my porno mags, not yet with an actual flesh-and-blood female.
Although I regularly dated men and enjoyed straight sex whole-heartedly, I knew I was missing something in my sex life. Actually, a majority of my friends were men, as women confused me. Just the mere thought of kissing another woman made me blush profusely. When I found myself in a room with an attractive woman, I became very shy and anxious. Men on the other hand, were easy to read, easy to flirt with, and easy to please. Plus men were always hitting on me, never women (at least not to my knowledge).
Even though I dated the football center at my university, other men were always eying me or acting flirty. At 20 years of age I had finally bloomed; I dyed my shoulder-length hair jet black which made my green eyes stand out. Plus, I lost weight without my mom's cooking. I am feminine but not prissy. I have large 36D tits and stand about five-foot-seven-inches. My style at the time was somewhat punk-rocker and I was into the local college music scene.
I had a string of college crushes involving girls; one was a red-head named Teagan who played for the university softball team. She was smart, confident, with large breasts and an infectious laugh. I remember shopping with her for my very first vibrator (and wishing I could use it on her!). But I was too shy to make a move on Teagan, and maybe she was too straight to make a move on me. Either way, I needed a dominant woman who could seduce me because I was entirely too timid to risk ruining a friendship by kissing a girl.
One Friday night, my boyfriend Al invited me to a football party with his friends. Al's best friend Randall was a football player as well and just so happened to be Teagan's boyfriend. We had a few other friends with us: James, John, and Teagan's cousin Kelly. We all piled into Randall's hideous brown Astrovan and took off to buy the beer and find the party. I knew everyone well except Kelly since she was from out of town and attended our rival college to the east.
It was dark when we I climbed into the van; consequently I didn't get to see Kelly until we all emerged from the van at our destination, although I shook her hand in the darkness. She seemed nice and only muttered a soft "Howdy."
My company was rowdy and obnoxious, and as we exited the van the boys were hooted at by their fellow teammates. They left to engage in some high-fives and beer bongs. Teagan was also pulled into her circle of softball girls which left Kelly and I alone to get to know each other better.
It was only then that I realized her style—she was sort-of a cowgirl. Kelly wore really tight jeans that hugged her slim thighs. They were tucked into cowboy boots and her tank top bushed the top of a rather large belt buckle. Kelly wore her hair long; it was board-straight, the color of wheat fields. Her eyes were hazel-brown. I noted that her pink tank-top showed off her toned arms and medium-sized tits quite nicely. Her ass was her best feature though, by far.
My new friend and I stayed outside in the backyard of this house, away from the party crowd. She seemed a bit self-conscious, especially since she didn't know anyone at the party. By her body language and the way she spoke, I could tell she was irked that her cousin Teagan abandoned her at a party where she didn't know anyone. She smiled frequently at me as she puffed away at a Marlboro.
"I just don't want you to feel like you're stuck with me," she apologized. I didn't care about that. It's not like I was popular, played sports, and had infinite friends. Most of the people at the party were just my acquaintances anyway; my true friends were probably out getting high in the woods. I didn't mind getting stuck with Kelly.
Kelly had a bottle of red wine that we passed back and forth as we stood under a tree. I had never gotten drunk off red wine before. To be honest, I had never conversed with anyone quite like Kelly. The members of my social circle were busy wearing baggy clothes and getting metal rings pierced into their faces. I was intrigued by her, and we discovered we had a lot in common despite our differences in style. Her shyness abated and our conversation turned into more of a playful banter, almost like teasing. If I had been a little wiser to the ways of lesbian women, I would have known she was flirting with me. But I was naive to her hints. For example, she told me she had a boyfriend back home but then continued to man-bash him throughout the night. It made me laugh because many of the issues she had with her boyfriend were similar to what I experienced with Al.
To my delight, Kelly had a great sense of humor. We started making fun of some of the idiots at the party. In our tipsy state, the giggling escalated until we were hanging on each other, dizzy with glee. She pulled me close to right herself as she stumbled. Did she loose her balance or was she just trying to find an excuse to touch me? People looking on probably thought we had been friends all our lives, not that we had only met a few hours before.
We were squealing with laughter and hugging on each other so much that some random jock came over to see what was happening.
"You two gonna kiss or something?" He asked us, sounding hopeful. Kelly unleashed some profanity on him until he walked away defeated. She just pulled me closer, laughing.
It was like I was having an out-of-body experience, I was so happy. The feeling was partly due to the fact that I was tipsy, but mostly it was because of the unbelievably sexy woman hanging on me and flirting with me. My heart was pounding double-time and I felt a fluttering in the pit of my stomach. My panties became wet too. She was so sensual, it was difficult not to think about touching her in a sexual way.
Kelly caught me looking into her eyes, and I quickly tried to hide the lust behind my stare. Kelly pulled me closer and it seemed like she wanted to ask me something but instead she turned away.
"Come with me to the bathroom," she said flatly. She didn't pose it as a question. I just walked behind her like a puppy following its new master. My heart was racing in my chest. Maybe I could quickly frig myself off in the bathroom.
There was a line for the bathroom, of course, but when it was her turn Kelly grabbed my hand and pulled me inside with her. Girls visit the bathroom together like this all the time, but I still felt my cheeks burning red as she undid her belt and fly. I pretended I wasn't interested in watching her and checked my make-up in the mirror as I stole glances of her bright blue thong. The bathroom was cramped and smelled musty. She talked to me while sitting on the pot, but her voice sounded far away. I was nervous.
"Men are so lame," she said. "I bet if any man at this party saw us come in here together he'd think we were fuckin'."
I couldn't look at her face. But as she wiped and stood up, she turned her back to me. In the small dirty mirror above the sink I saw the denim slide up over her ass—the nicest ass I had seen in a long while. Plus, she had a large tattoo on one butt cheek, of what I couldn't make out.
"Was that a tattoo?" I exclaimed innocently. Maybe she would let me see her sexy ass again in an effort to show off the ink.
"Oh yeah," she purred and lowered the denim again. "I've had it a few years now and I think it needs a touch-up." But I wasn't really looking at the artwork, just the tan of her skin. I guess our rival school does get more sunny weather being inland while we are lost in the coastal fog. My mouth started salivating as I imagined my tongue swabbing over the smooth soft flesh of her cheek. She even had a thong tan line, so I knew the tan was real. My pussy ached in response to my ogling of her body.
"It looks hot," I heard myself say. Wow, did that sound gay I wondered? Kelly just smiled at me as she zipped up and turned around. Her hair fell around her shoulders and she looked seductive.
"Well, I like the diamond in your nose; it looks feminine yet tough. I like your style Janie. You probably think I am a hick or something," she smiled.
"Actually, you've inspired me to get a pair of cowboy boots," I said with a giggle. She responded with a melodic giggled of her own.
We left the bathroom arm-in-arm and ran smack into Al and Randall. They were drunk off their asses, but lit up when they recognized us. I noticed Al gave me a slightly suspicious, puzzled look. He knew about my sexuality, but the rest of the world had no clue.
