l feel most of us have two lives, especially when it comes to sex. Two hats depending on the situation or those around us, and this is a story about when they crossed overall due to the Ouija board.
It was the second Thursday of the month, always slotted for my Book Club. We forwent our normal meeting at one of our homes for a local restaurant the previous month. Although it had its pleasures there were shortages too, mainly because it ended far too early. Paying the premium price and its earshot of strangers kept us with far too much of our senses, and it's when we drop our guard l find the most fun.
The following meeting was slated to take place at my home and l planned to make up for the previous downside. l didn't plan on it going as far as it did but because of it that and every get-together will be ever changed.
I should start by saying that Book Club had very little to do with books or what was written upon their pages, more a venting or spilling whatever was upon your mind. These days where many take offense at just about anything and a wrong word if even in jest can cost you. Book Club gave us a safe zone to speak our minds without repercussions and this was the seed to so much more this special evening. l should also introduce you to the Ladies.
l will begin with me only so you have a better understanding of how l might describe my fellow members. I guess you can say a middle-aged woman that still hasn't given up on life or having fun. Very bisexual but the fact although not kept behind an Iron Gate, it isn't something l share with others outside of my bedroom. Sue is a smoking hot brunette that isn't as shy, which seems to infuriate Alice a very pretty yet uptight Blond. Alice might be the most religious among us and the only one without children, grown or not. Sally would be our throwback mom, takes much pride in her home and family. She's normally the quietest among the group but when she takes a position it's normally in stone. And lastly, there's Becky who is sadly more of a doormat or allows to be treated like one. l say such not within our group but from the stories she shares, that said I have had to come to the rescue more than once when Sally takes things too far at times.
We went through the normal paces but maybe because of being shorted the last time or my bringing out the better wine, none of us were in a hurry for the door. Being the hostess l took it as my responsibility to keep everyone entertained so when things seemed to have slowed down l offered a board game to revive things. Board games were always big with me since l was a kid and they proved to still be fun and a bonding tool.
We played a few rounds of one of the quicker games and when we were done with that one of the ladies visited the toy box and brought back my old Ouija board, she must have dug deep for that one.
The game had to be dusted off before use and when it was it was used quite differently than l have before, and that's where the fun began. It was more a Truth or Ouija and it lent itself to a whole new meaning of Book Club, all for the better.
Sue started us off by accepting Ouija over the telling of the truth, she asked. "Are there other Bi ladies among us?"
I was not too concerned about being outed nor do l put much stock in the game itself. But when the Needle made its way to J, the first letter of my name l confessed. "l kissed a girl and l liked it."
Next was my turn and with the air cleared l felt comfortable with the choice of Truth, over another go at the game. the girls huddled up and within a minute l was asked how long have been Bisexual.
At this point, l felt l had nothing to lose so l let it rip. Actual physically female on-female not until l was in my mid-thirties, but in my heart much younger. I will now convey to you what l told them but keep in mind there was no actual sex at that time.
In my early teens, Sleep Overs became the rule, and a small group of us girls stayed overnight at one of our houses. A very big amount of fooling around which again never ended in something but that didn't mean at least my mind didn't go there. In fact, my normal was to sleep in just my panties at best but as that wasn't going to fly l used the top half of one of my brother's P.J.s, and nothing more.
Within a few weeks, all of us girls were dressed similarly to my delight. Such things especially oversized tended to unbutton and or offer little modesty when wrestling around. Budding Breasts or Fuzz cover woo-woos sparking thoughts. l recalled how l would lay in my sleeping bag after things settled down, touching myself to orgasm after orgasm. And if l took the time to stop and listen l found l was not alone in doing so, which only feed the monster.
