When I was a child my parents thought it was a good idea to send me to a good, strict co-ed grammar school - I have no brothers. This turned out to be a mistake - I wasted my time there from the start and no amount of bribes, threats, detentions or punishment could get me to work. My behaviour went from bad to worse when I discovered boys at about fourteen. They also noticed me as I'd grown to 5ft 8ins tall by the time I was twelve and needed a bra to control my increasingly large breasts.
Since then I've been out with lots of guys of all ages, nationalities and physical types. I've also always had many platonic male friends as well as lovers and have talked with many men over the years about sex - both at work and in my private life. After having conducted extensive research, I've come to the conclusion that many straight men have only two questions on their minds when they start dating someone new. The first is will she swallow my sperm? The second is will she let me fuck her up the arse.
However there is a third thing lurking in many men's minds which any bi or bi-curious girl will know only too well. The minute you tell your latest boyfriend you've been with a woman -- or even mention fantasies about it, they'll always ask if you are up for a threesome, usually naming your very attractive girlfriend who they secretly fancy the pants off. I've experienced some PC talk that the man of the moment cares about me and he wouldn't want to watch me pleasure someone else, but I know that's just what they think I've wanted to hear. In reality he'd love to be in the sack with me and one of my hot friends. I just know it.
In the 1980s when I was backpacking and working my way around the world, I spent time working on a moshav in Israel. Pretty soon after I arrived, I hooked up with the local bad boy, much to the disgust of the local community and other volunteers. I was warned of Avi's liking for the ladies and told of the three kids by different local women he already had, with his history of shagging any of the more liberally minded, less discriminating female workers from overseas who happened to be up for it. His alcohol consumption and second job in dealing in soft drugs were also thrown at me by the concerned farmer I worked for but nothing could put me off. I liked Avi. He was a street smart chav who lived for the moment and I was a foul mouthed, boozed up party girl who enjoyed the notoriety of being his girlfriend. It was a match made in heaven and I revelled in the fact that I was the topic of a lot of gossip -- most of it uncomplimentary. I didn't give a flying fuck that I was intensely disliked by the many of the UK volunteers --laughing in the faces of the people who said I was, "a disgrace to the British".
It was said to me several times that a relationship between an Israeli man and European woman cannot work out. What we had was far from a relationship as we were fuck friends and nothing more, but it's true there were some cultural differences which caused lots of heated rows, as well as some great times in bed. I soon found out that Avi was open-minded about monogamy, but only when it was him that was screwing around with others. His chauvinistic pride was dented when his friends whispered to him that I did the same, but on the whole there was an unspoken agreement that the thing we had wasn't exclusive on either side -- it suited me fine at the time.
Pretty soon after we got it together, he popped the question when he noticed me eyeing one of his mates' girlfriend's breasts.
"You want to make fuck with her too"? Mr Subtle asked to find out if I'd go with a woman. The thought hadn't entered my mind at this stage, but while we were on the subject I told him that I had enjoyed women in the past. Quite frankly Avi was just a little bit thick and I could see by his face he was filing this information away in his Neanderthal brain, although he said nothing more at this point in time.
He'd often turn up without warning when he wanted sex or to socialise on a Friday night, when the more dissipated volunteers partied underground in a bomb shelter. Along with many others I used go to the village shop and buy a bottle of local vodka costing a shekel, then empty it out into a soft drink bottle and top it up with whatever. There was always lots of pot freely available courtesy of the seedy Avi who usually bought many of his friends with him, despite the efforts of the farmers to try and keep them all out. We were quite often all up when the sun rose on a Saturday morning - the people who hadn't pulled would sit outside with a black coffee and watch who came out of whose houses.
One hot Friday evening my boyfriend arrived with some of his liberal minded friends and their girlfriends to join the Shabbat party - they had no problem with doing whatever took their fancy on what is the beginning of the Jewish Sabbath. As they drank and smoked I noticed that there was one woman who appeared to have come without a boyfriend and that she knew my man well. I wondered who she was.
I have to admit that I found her very attractive. I am taller than the average woman but she was taller -probably close to 6ft. She wore a simple short sleeved white T-Shirt which showed off her bare toned midriff. This together with her dark eyes and long black hair, added up to a very beautiful woman who obviously worked outside in the sun. Her tight, blue cotton shorts left nothing to the imagination and I could not take my eyes off the very obvious camel toe that was formed from them digging deep into her crotch.
I saw my boyfriend speak to her and although I was unable to understand what I could hear of their conversation as they spoke in Hebrew, became aware that they were talking about me when I saw the woman look over at me. When she caught my eye she gave me a warm smile.
Curiously I went over to be introduced to her and learned her name was Erit. I was unable to take my eyes off her as she started to chat to me in her heavily accented English. As we discussed the countries I'd visited and my time on the moshav -- I began to have one thought on my mind. What Erit would look like naked and lain out with her legs spread wide on a bed.
