| | and she could not believe it. That's a lie she said. If it's one of your jokes please stop it because it is not funny. It really is not funny at all. I told her that I'm all about being upfront. I really don't want a situation where you'll hear this from someone somewhere down the line and everything we have built till that point comes tumbling down. But how? How can you be bisexual she asked while her eyes implored me to smile and say I was just playing. But I wasn't, I had come this far and couldn't go back. I had passed the point of no return. Let's get to the beginning of this whole thing. I met this girl a while back at one of the better night spots in downtown. She was wearing a close fitting top that clung to her like water on sonoma grapes. She matched this with a white skirt that was cut close to her body to accentuate her curvy hips and flared out in the bottom so each time the door opened and a little breeze flowed in it twirled around her ankles seductively. She accesorized her outfit with colorful beads and earrings that dropped low from her ears and framed her beautiful face. I took one look at her, turned to my boy and said alright that's the one. As I approached her she turned and made a bee line for the bar. I said nice so now I can buy her a drink...perfect opportunity. Just before I reached her she motioned for the bartender to bring her check so she could close out her tab. My heart sunk once I realized that she was about to leave. I stopped midstep and thought about turning around and letting this one go because the night was still quite young, it was barely midnight. I thought about all the other girls I could talk to that night and said to myself well it just wasn't meant to be with this one. As she was signing the check she looked up apparently deep in thought as she tried to decide how much to tip. Her semi serious look enthralled me even more and I immediately blurted out at least $5. She turned and said what? I said at least $5. It's hard being a bartender so you better not be thinking about tipping anything less than $5. She smiled at me and said well I'm not a big baller like you so I can't tip like you do plus you don't even know if all I had was a glass of coca cola. I came closer and said well the point is you saw me walking towards you and decided it was time to leave...that's kind of mean cus I'm really a nice guy but oh well go ahead and sign the check anyways and leave me to wallow in the misery of the forsaken. She immediately started laughing and said you're crazy you know that. I said I probably am but unless you have kids at home waiting to be fed there is no reason why you can't possibly stay another 30 minutes and have a drink with me. She said her homegirl needed to go home so I turned to her girl and asked if she'd mind terribly if her gorgeous friend had a drink with me. She was like emm nooo u go ahead girl. He looks kinda young though she said smiling. So Ms hottie said that's right he does look young. How old are you anyways she asked. I told her my real age which I never used to do till I recently realized that I really am getting old and need to stop inflating the number. I asked how old she was and she said guess. I said I'm not going to play you and say you look 20 because if you did I wouldn't be talking to you...I have a thing for women who know a thing or two about life and the only way you get that is by spending time living life (basically I was saying that I like them older but older chicks don't really like hearing the words older...mature...like my mum etc). She said she was five years older than me. I asked if my age was a problem and she replied smiling "i don't discriminate". A bell went off in my head gong gong gong oh this is so on. Well one drink turned into two that turned into three then four. Found out she has a PhD and works as a specialist of some sort and is heavily involved with scientific research. Oooh wee. We hit the motherload this time ladies and gents. I told her what I did, we bitched about work and life then out of the blue she asked me so do you have a girlfriend. I was like emmm oh wow that's kinda out there. But that's the way she was. Always upfront and to the point. She said she liked the way I dressed and my confidence got to her but she tries to avoid other people's men now and has resolved to always ask as early as possible before things got any further. Sheesh I didn't even have to worry about asking for the digits, I knew I was going to see her again. After some more boozing she asked to take her leave and we exchanged numbers and vowed to do something soon. The next day I hit her up and we planned to go out to dance. We went out danced then kissed danced then smooched danced then danced then kissed and kissed some more. It felt like being in high school all over again. I was like yes i'm definitely getting some tonight. We walked out to the parking lot holding hands and trying to be smooth I pulled her close, kissed her real deep and asked if she wanted to join me for a late apple martini. Now this is why I love older women. They know what they want and aren't afraid to go for it. At the same time they are very decisive about what is not going to go down. Ms Hottie looked me in the eye and said not tonight sweetheart, lord knows you have me all hot right now and it'll take a while for me to cool down enough to fall asleep but not tonight. My heart sunk but I said to myself well it's all about the anticipation, let's build this thing up as we await that deafening crescendo that is definitely sure to come. So she came close and I kissed her goodnight, it was one of those 15 minute kisses that never seem to end. We promised to call each other and made plans for the next night. Next night I went over to her place, there was a new moon out and a slight breeze made the night just perfect for lovers. We took a long walk that was interrupted many times by me pulling her close and stealing kisses. It was beautiful. We got back to her place and I was hoping she'd invite me up but once again she said not tonight babe. At this point it hit me that I'm going to have to change my tactics because this good boy thing isn't working So the next day we were on the phone and somehow the conversation went to intercourse. I seized the opportunity and asked her how long she usually waits after she meets someone before she indulges. She said it depends. Sometimes it was after a few dates other times it took a couple of months. It depends on when I feel comfortable with the person she said. She then added but I don't think it'll take too long with you..I know what goes on inside me when you're around. But I knew that I wanted it sooner...knew the good boy act won't last long so I decided to flip the script and told her I doubt it. Doubt what she asked. I doubt that we will be doing it anytime soon. Why? Don't you find me attractive? I was like good lord girl haven't you noticed how my body responds to your touch. I know you have cus you enjoy rubbing yourself against it just to torture me even more. She laughed then asked so what's the issue? I told her that I decided about two years ago to take things slow when I meet someone especially in the bedroom department. How slow she asked and I replied well at least 10 to 14 months. 10 to 14 months? what the hell!!! I replied that it's good to take some time to know the person before you complicate stuff with sex. She agreed then said but yeah I don't think u're going to be able to resist me when I'm ready...I said I like to stick to my beliefs or are you threatning to seduce me. She said we'll see with a sly smile on her face. I knew at that point that the super good boy runs had clicked. Two days later she came over to the house and I cooked up a storm, grilled salmon, pasta with alfredo sauce, garlic bread... I mean the whole nine. Even put some shrimp in the sauce which I had sauteed with my secret ingredient, Emeril's Bayou seasoning. I swear that thing is the truth. I served the meal with a good bottle of wine. After the meal we watched a movie and slowly but surely things started heating up. Before long we were kissing and touching on the couch with not a stitch of clothing between us. Then she pushed me all the way down so I was laying on the couch looking up at her, she traced a path down my belly with her tongue leaving a trail of kisses. She began to kiss first my upper thighs then the tip of my c*$k. At this point I was like oh my god. She continued to kiss the tip then suddenly stopped, shut her eyes, opened her mouth as wide as she could and slowly and deliberately took all of me inside her. Whoa! I haven't been blown like that since I was 13. I mean this girl or should I say lady was putting it on me like it was about to go out of style. Just as I was getting used to her rhythm she switched it up and began to use her hands to stroke me up down up down in synch with what she was doing with her tongue and lips. My toes had curled up and I was beginning to hear soft sweet music in my ears that's somewhere between moonlight sonata and beethoven's 5th symphony. Ohhhh weee. She looked up and asked 10 to 14 months right, I told you that you won't be able to resist me once I'm ready. In my mind I was like oh you really think u're playing me? Little do you know who's running the scam on who. Eitherways though I mean good lord she was working me like a violin. She had the 3 main components of a solid BJ down to a tee. She used a lot of spit, worked with a steady rhythm and last but most importantly wasn't afraid to use her tongue. Lord have mercy on my freaky ass soul. Whoa! She was slurping and sucking I mean forget about licking a lollipop this girl had excellent tongue control. Reminded me of a girl I messed with in elementary school who could unwrap candy in her mouth using just her tongue. Holy holy holy So after about 15 to 20 minutes of debraining me I decided it was only right for me to return the favor. I mean seriously what kind of host wouldn't want to repay his guest for such kindness? So I laid her on her back, spread her legs with the intention to lick every single inch of her till she came and came and came. So I spread her legs and beheld the most hideous coochie I had ever seen in my entire life. I mean it was a mess of folds, meat curtain upon meat curtain. It looked like what you see when you open a roast beef sandwich. I took another look at it, said to myself that it's not going to magically transform into cinderella's cooch and proceeded to man up and take one for the team. Now I enjoy going down on women. No joke, there's something about seeing a woman get turned on, watching her squirm and moan as you taste her, limbs writhing as you torture her clit with your tongue. There is nothing so innately powerful as watching this lawyer, doctor, teacher, secretary, mother, engineer or whatever she may be during the day just loose control of herself, fingers twitching, toes curling, mouth saying words that would get her banned from her church if her pastor caught wind of it. All because of this tiny muscle we call the tongue. It truly is an amazing thing. Whenever I hear guys go on and on about how they would never go down on a woman I just smile at how stupid they are. I mean your wife would forgive you for murder if you go down on her right. Gospel truth right there. Plus if you don't do it someone else will. Do you think women don't know this? I've heard women talk about their exes with serious loathing, that no good chain smoking, alcoholic pig that couldn't keep his hands off anything in skirts. I don't know what I saw in him but girl he could work that tongue like nobody else. This one time he went down on me for like 2 hours I had to call in sick to work the next day. Lord have mercy. Anyways I love it I love it I love it. So I proceed to go down on Ms hottie, tracing the alphabet on her inner and outer labia, slowly working my way to the clit or where it should be but once again those damn folds were in the way. So I slip two fingers inside her and turn them upwards doing the come here signal to work her gspot while flicking, licking and teasing with my tongue but once again no clit. Now I've been with a circumcized chick and know that where the clit was cut there will be a bud or at least a scar that marks the spot. A sort of the clit was here landmark. But this chick didn't have one, plus she's american and last I heard they don't do that here. Anyways so i spread the folds, one, two, three, four, sixteen thousand of them and still no clit. I'm like alright what's going on here. I mean it's not like this girl was flabby or big by any standard. She couldn't have been more than 130lbs. And even big girls have something for you to work with in the clit department (don't look at me like that jare....big girls need love too). So I'm thinking to myself maybe she was big before and lost all that weight. I mean I know she's a gym junkie now so maybe that's what happened oh well. So I'm still working the fingers and notice that she's not getting wet so i'm like well maybe I need to step my game up. Work my way up to her body to her chest and begin to slowly caress her boobs. Something just didn't feel right with them though. They were a little stiff and felt oh no oh no oh no fake? I was like wtf...I guess this girl got a boob job too. She looked up at me and asked what's wrong. I said nothing and proceeded to suck on her tiny unresponsive nipples. It was as exciting as chewing on a clump of hair. At this point she's like oh my god I want you inside me now. So I strapped on and entered her. It was war getting in. I mean she was very dry so I said I don't think u're ready down there yet. She said oh I'm never really wet...not like most people anyways so that's fine. I'm like wtf this is just getting weirder by the second. I got up and grabbed some astroglide lubricant which I liberally applied to hers and mine. So I entered her, started slow and worked my tempo up, she laid back and grabbed onto the couch, I mean I could tell from her facial expression, the leg shaking and all that she was about to cum but there was no oral reinforcement. I was like wtf! Suddenly she pulled me closer, raised her back off the couch, shuddered then let out a soft gasp and bam she came. No moaning, no heavy breathing, no nothing. I was like what the hell I'm sure I'll get more of a reaction from banging a hole in my couch. So I turned her around on all fours and started going at it hard from the back, that's when she started giving these little grunts like someone who was in the bathroom doing you know what...definitely not sexy. I was like are you really serious, i'm back here putting in work and you're gritting your teeth and doing everything not to make some noise. That's when I lost it and went wild with the hair pulling, spanking, biting the back of the neck, just absolutely nuts. The grunts continued and our love making session degenerated into something similar to a jailhouse rape. Once again she went grr grr grrrrrr shuddered and that was it. She then said you need to get yours cus you're wearing me out. I said if u've had enough just say and she said how long is it going to take me to cum? In my mind I thought not in this lifetime but I said well I don't have to cum tonight. So I got up, cleaned up and told myself that if this is what love making is going to be with this girl then this is never going to happen again. We got dressed, talked a little bit, she got up to walk and told me that her legs were shaking real bad and I did a good job. In my mind I was like yeah maybe you should've too. I mean how can someone go from being really intense in the head dept to absolutely nothing in sex. What's with the fake boobs, weird vag and silent sex? I mean wtf!!! I definitely had to let her go because she did not do it for me. I knew we couldn't continue but I didn't want to break her heart or dunp her suddenly. I've been through that before and know how bad it sucks so I had to find a way for her to dump me. So I hung out with her the day after and we talked then the convo some how went to brothers on the downlow and how there were so many of them in our city. I asked her if she had a problem w bisexual dudes and would she date one and she said hell no. Any man who has sex with men isn't a real man. How am I sure he won't go back to sleeping with guys behind my back? So I said well this is as good a time as ever to tell you this, I'm bisexual. She said no that can't be possible. I said yes it is. She said but you don't look like the kind of guy who would sleep with a man. I said well I guess I can't possibly buy a t-shirt that says it and wear it everyday. She said no that's not true. It's impossible! How do you know you're bisexual? I said cus I have dated men before but right now I'm looking for a good woman I can be with and possibly raise a family. That just threw her for a spin and she said how are you sure it's not just a phase. I said I'm not sure...i mean it's possible but I know that I want to be with you right now. Is my past going to be a problem? I've only dated 3 guys and the last relationship lasted just over a year and ended about 2 years ago. She said but you're still attracted to guys right? Sometimes i replied. Then I said I shouldn't have told you this but I'm all about putting it all out there before it becomes an issue in the future. She said she appreciates my candor but this can't be true. This is crazy. Wow I wouldn't have known. I mean you don't even act gay. I said it's cus I'm bisexual not effeminate. I asked so what's going to happen to us? She said I'm going to have to think about this. I said alright I have to leave now, I leaned in for a kiss and she turned her head away and gave me a hug. She promised to call me to let me know but never did....ever. I told a friend of mine about this later on and she said oh my god what if you guys know the same people and she tells them. I said I really don't care what anyone thinks. Let them show me which guy I slept with that made me bisexual then I'll have something to worry about. Till then who cares what people say. It's not like I'm ever going to run for president and have some retarded journalist interview this one girl who will say yes yes he's bisexual. It sucks how girls can "explore" same sex experiences when they're in college and it's okay but once a guy does so it means he's on the down low. I guess life really isn't fair. If I ever run into her again and see her whispering to her friend at least I'll know what they're talking about and chuckle to myself : ) Oh well anyways that's all I have for you today. Thank you for reading and please leave a comment. |
