Looking back on it all, I wonder how it ever happened. I thought I was happily married; in fact, I was. But curiosity can be a strange thing and I guess I had always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman. My husband had rented porno a couple times per month and we watched the movies together. It seemed like every movie had at least one scene of two women together. Not exactly a turn-on for me, but interesting nonetheless. Maybe it was the movies, maybe it was simply my curiosity getting the best of me, but somehow I gave in to my hidden desires.
Gail and I had been friends for several years. She was almost 30, cute, with strawberry- blonde hair, a bubbly personality, and, like me, a petite body. She was eight years older than me, but we hit it off almost from the very beginning. We went everywhere together and enjoyed each other's company immensely. Sometimes we talked all night. We laughed. We cried. When I was down, she had a knack of bringing me back up. Nothing ever seemed to upset her; she was one of those rare people who always seemed to be on an even keel.
We were at my house. Hubbie was playing poker with the guys. We had just come back from The Abyss, a local dive that we had gone to often to drink the night away. Gail was wearing a pair of painted-on blue-jeans; for some strange reason I couldn't take my eyes off of her nicely formed derriere whenever she turned her back to me. Her buns were nicer than mine, indeed.
I was making drinks in the kitchen when I heard her call out, "Hey, Beth, what's this movie in the VCR?"
Omigod! Bill had forgotten to take the porno movie out of the VHS player last night.
"Oh, nothing, you are much too young to watch that sort of thing," I giggled as I tried to regain a little lost composure.
I walked into the living room holding two martinis. Gail was holding the VHS tape in her hand, a wicked smile on her face. "I want to watch it. I've never seen one of these things."
"You've never seen porn? My, what a sheltered life you've led," I said, handing her the drink. "They are all the same. Seen one, seen them all."
"I'm serious, Beth. Maybe it will help my sex life." The smile on her face, like always, seemed to light up the night.
"If you insist, my dear. I hope you don't get offended easily."
I took the tape from her and put it into the player. She moved to the sofa and sat down, facing the television. I pressed the "play" button on the VCR and joined her. I was wearing a yellow cotton sundress, just perfect for a warm summer evening. The movie title appeared—"A Night to Remember. Starring Faith Hope."
The first scene was the typical boy-fucks-girl. Lacking any plot whatsoever, the young couple climbed into bed. She gave him head and did a rather nice job of it. Gail giggled excitedly. He slithered down and began chomping on her pussy. Standard for all porno movies. Before long he was playing in and out. Five minutes later he spilled his seed on her tummy.
I looked over at Gail. Her face was red as a beet. She looked back at me. "Whew! A bit inspiring I must say."
I laughed. "These movies are all the same, sweetie. The next scene is a bit more interesting, especially if you've never seen one of these things before."
Two girls in a park. Middle of the day. A picnic basket is half empty next to them. One is wearing a pair of denim shorts, the other a skirt so short it would be impossible for her to sit down without displaying her goodies. Soon they are kissing, tongue to tongue, and breathing heavily.
Gail's mouth was wide open, in shocked surprise. "Look at that! They're kissing!" she exclaimed.
"That's not all they're going to do."
She couldn't keep her eyes away from the TV. I leaned back against the sofa and slowly sipped my drink, watching the girls in the movie go through their little routine. A hand slipped into a partially unbuttoned blouse, inching its way under the lacy, white bra. Girl in skirt moaned loudly.
"Omigod!" said Gail. Without even thinking, she opened her legs just enough to bring her thigh against mine. For a moment I thought about shifting over, but decided that nothing was wrong with a little closeness between friends.
The girl's hand moved inside the oh-so-short skirt and began teasing a completely bald pussy. A finger made its way into the folds, then delved inside. The other girl's gasp was followed by Gail's.
"I don't believe what I am seeing!"
"Shall I turn it off?"
"Heavens no. This is educational!"
We both laughed out loud.
"All porn movies have a girl-girl scene or two," I said. "Bill even brings some movies home that have nothing but girl on girl."
"And you watch them?"
"It's a turn-on for Bill, I guess. And usually I am giving him head, so I don't pay a lot of attention to the movie." I was surprised by my own candor.
"I hate to admit it, Beth, but I am kind of turned on by it. Sort of gets the juices flowing, so to speak."
"I've always been curious about two girls getting it on," I said. "They always seem to enjoy it more than the guy-girl thing."
Girl in shorts was now dipping her head into the splayed legs of girl in skirt. A close-up showed her tongue dip into the honeypot. She licked it clean.
"I've read some books where two girls are doing it," said Gail, "and it seems like the girls are always so much more tender toward each other than a guy and girl."
As if it were the most normal thing in the world, Gail let her head rest languidly on my shoulder. Her forearm brushed against mine. All of a sudden I realized where this was going, but there was something inside me that told me not to stop.
"Girls seem to know exactly what girls want. Guys are more like slam-bam thank you ma'am," I said.
"Tell me about it. George just seems to want to get it over with."
