Hello readers! Sorry it's been so long for those who waited and if I didn't get back to you. I recommend reading the previous installment for context, or this won't make much sense. Hope you enjoy, and any comments/constructive criticism is much appreciated! And finally, a big thank you to my editor Azure_skies!
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From Irri's Eyes:
There I was, not at my first gay club... but my first time at a gay club where I was actively pursuing. Yes, pursuing women. I could just imagine the smirk that Bee would have on, if she knew I was here. And that's the thing, after that kiss, I didn't want to tell her. I know she would be upset that I wasn't telling her my feelings about my sexuality, but I didn't want her to get the wrong idea. Yes, I'm embracing my bi-curious side, but it doesn't have anything to do with her.
Don't get me wrong, Bee is absolutely beautiful. She's funny as fuck and wildly intelligent. She's incredibly talented and one of the best people I know. However, I would not risk my friendship with her for a relationship. Friendships last longer than relationships. Besides, she wouldn't be interested in me anyway because I'm not her type.
Anyway, I couldn't go to the club alone because I'm way too self-conscious for that. Instead, I asked my brother and his boyfriend along. I've always been extremely close to my brother. He knew that he was gay at a young age, and I was the first he told. It made sense now, that I would confide in him about my bi-curious feelings. However, I didn't tell him about what happened with Bee or how I felt about it. Amir just thought that she was too busy this weekend.
I was wearing my wedges that were comfortable enough to dance in, made my ass more pronounced, showed off my calves, and pushed my chest up. I was also dressed in a skirt which was tight around my ass and a shirt tucked into it. My eyeliner was winged and I wore bright red lipstick. I had a plan, and the tools to implement it.
In fact, when I had gotten to Amir's apartment to pregame, Jeff, his boyfriend, grabbed his chest and yelled out, "Amir, we're breaking up! Your sister's made me straight!"
I couldn't help but laugh, I loved hanging out with the two of them, who could ask for better wingmen?
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From Bee's Eyes:
Irri has avoiding me lately. Since the night that she had kissed me, I felt like she's been holding me at a distance. She always thinks she can hide her feelings with me by directing more questions towards me when I try to dig a little into her. The thing is, I let her because when I push to go deeper, her military mind of avoidance strategies comes into play. Yes, she's going to be a great lawyer!
In the meantime, I had been racking my head about why she hadn't been talking to me. Was she embarrassed? Was she confused...? Could it have been more than just a silly kiss?
It couldn't be. She's always been straight and NEVER been attracted to women, though she admired them.
But why do I have to reassure myself? Mostly... I think it's because if there was an inkling of a chance with her, I wouldn't be giving a damn about anyone else. But, if she was curious, she would talk to me. We are at that point in our friendship, where we can always talk to each other about a thing and not have to be worried about the other person thinking we're silly or running off. There aren't limits to this, no terms and conditions on this friendship agreement!
Anyway, it was Saturday night and I had a date with a chick that someone had set me up with. She was a cute petite red head, named Dana. But, even upon appetizers at the restaurant, I found out she was more of a talker than a listener. She couldn't concentrate worth a damn when I talked. To be fair, she could just be nervous. Irri would tell me that I should just end it after dinner, if I didn't want anything more. I needed to get lost in something though; you could say I was in the mood for a roll in the hay. Worrying about Irri had been stressing me out lately, and the possibility that...
Shut up Bee!
Instead of ending the night there, I suggested a club. It was one of the newer ones, and I was dressed up enough for it. I wore a soft collared white dress short that fell mid-thigh. My sleeves were pushed up over my elbows, with a couple of buttons undone to show some cleavage. On the bottom, I wore my leather leggings and as far as my hair went: I was wearing my long thick hair in a messy bun, stray hairs falling cross my cheeks. I looked good, and I didn't want it just to go to waste on a dinner that wasn't pulling me back for more. But maybe this night was still salvageable with the right drinks and the right dancing! Hopefully Dana could channel her nonstop talking into dancing. I wondered if she could compare with Irri though considering Irri's years of Bhangra classes.
As my petite red head and I entered the club hand in hand, we went straight to the bar. Ordering four tequila shots on top of the drinks we had at dinner was a bit risky but what's life without a little fun?
