Date: Thu, 27 May 1999 11:04:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Louise Padden <portiababe@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bi-Curious

This story is fiction.  I would love to hear any reactions or comments.  I
can be e-mailed at portiababe@yahoo.com

Bi-Curious
by Louise Ann Padden

When Elisa moved out two weeks ago neither of us shed a tear.  It was
inevitable.  We made the fatal mistake of trying to turn lust into love and
we never even came close.  Then the lust was gone and there was nothing
left.

It was so promising in the beginning.  We met at a party and immediately
noticed how similar we looked.  Both in our late twenties, both with long
dark hair.  Her boobs were bigger than mine, but other than that we were
two peas in a pod.  We looked at each other and both liked what we saw.  I
asked her to dance and our bodies seemed to fit like hand in glove.  We
breathed in the hot pheromones we were sending to each other and exchanged
phone numbers.

I called her the next day and I went to her the place the next night.  It
took us about ten seconds to rip off our clothes and jump into her large
soft bed.  The sexual chemistry was unbelievable.  I let her start making
love to me and it was a revelation.  One of life's sure things is that if a
woman does something to you in bed she will want it back.  And she did
absolutely everything that I liked the most.

She kissed me deeply and poured her saliva into my mouth.  That is one of
the biggest turn-ons for me and I greedily swallowed every drop.  How could
she have known I loved that?  She sucked my nipples and then bit them hard
enough to give me a rush of pain and pleasure.  She spread me wide open,
entered me quickly and fucked me with her long fingers.  Then she started
massaging my G-spot as she bent down and swirled my clit in her mouth.  In
just a few seconds I had an unbelievable head-to-toe orgasm and squirted my
juices all over her.  If I had handed her a written script she couldn't
have done me better.

Then I started in on her and did exactly the same things she had done to
me.  My powerful climax had really turned her on and she came fast and
hard, her strong contractions squeezing my fingers again and again.  We
both lay there amazed.

Two days later she moved in with me.  We desperately wanted the sex to
ripen into love. Cuddle and fuck and cuddle and fuck and live happily ever
after.  Then we made the awful discovery that we had almost nothing else in
common.

She was a neatnik and I was messy.  I liked classical music and she liked
classic rock.  She was an activist and when she had her movement friends
over I ground my teeth.  We lasted for about a month and then one day we
looked at each other . . . and knew.  She moved out the next day and we
haven't talked since.

So I found myself in my empty apartment with an empty bed and a persistent
ache between my legs.  All the good sex had revved up my libido and my
vibrator was only a partial help.  I tried the bars, but didn't click with
anyone.  Then one day I was reading the Village Voice and took a look at
Women Seeking Women.  My eyes stopped on an ad which, translated out of
personalese, said:

"Bi-Curious woman, inexperienced, desperately needs to know.  Early
thirties, non-smoker, small build.  Looking for someone intelligent and
kind who will help me find out. #6123."

I was horny as hell and decided to throw caution to the winds.  I listened
to her message and left her a message.  The next day she called me.  Her
name was Julia and she suggested that we meet for coffee.

She had described herself over the phone to a T.  She was small and nicely
built with long natural blond hair.  She was wearing a lovely print dress
and her make-up accentuated her beautiful blue eyes.  At least as far as
looks was concerned, I knew I had hit the blind date jackpot.  I sat down
at her table and we introduced ourselves.

She said "I must tell you that I am very nervous.  I'm really scared to
death."

"That's OK," I said, "I understand.  Let me buy you another latte and we
can talk."

She was much more interesting than Elisa.  She worked as a loan officer at
a nearby bank and had taken the afternoon off.  I was afraid that she would
ask me questions about sex right off the bat, but she never brought it up.
We talked about politics and city life and even men.  She told me she was
engaged to a lawyer named Mark and that their big church wedding was four
months off.

"Why now?" I asked her with real concern.  "You've lived this long without
experimenting.  It sounds like you and your fiancee are in love.  Why rock
the boat?"  I didn't want to be a home wrecker before there even was a
home.

Suddenly her eyes became moist.  "I have been fighting the feelings for
years."  She lowered her voice.  "When I was in high school I would get
funny feelings when I saw nude girls in the locker room.  Lately, when I've
been with Mark, I have been having fantasies about making love to women.  I
just need to know."

I wasn't too crazy about her answer.  I still had that home wrecker feeling
in my gut.

She saw the look on my face and said "don't take this the wrong way, but if
it isn't you it will be someone else.  Please don't go away.  I just need
to know and I really like you a lot."

While we were talking a throbbing between my legs told me that my doubts
were being overruled by my cunt.  I nodded and she said "Thank you.  You're
wonderful.  My apartment is three blocks from here.  Please.  Lets go."
She stood up and we walked the three blocks.

She had a one bedroom apartment which looked out over several anonymous New
York office buildings.  She offered me a drink and I told her I was fine.
There was a small table near the door and on it was the picture of a rather
handsome blond man who looked to be around 40.  "That's Mark," she said.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom and saw the usual signs of male
visitation.  A second toothbrush.  A razor.  Shaving cream.  A macho
deodorant stick.  When I came out she was sitting at one end of the couch.
She looked very nervous.

I sat beside her but not too close and we made small talk.  We both knew
that we would have to start somewhere, but neither of us felt ready to
break the ice.  All of this hesitation, however, was making me very wet and
I soon decided to make the first move.

I edged closer to her, reached over and turned her face toward me.  I
kissed her gently on the lips with my mouth closed.  She didn't react for a
second and then started to kiss back.  Her lips parted and her tongue
entered my mouth slowly and gently.  We put our arms around each other and
kissed for a long time.  I then nuzzled her neck and her ears and could
hear her breathing get faster.  I took her hand and walked her into the
bedroom.

There was a picture of Mark next to the bed and when she saw me looking at
it she was embarrassed.  She began to pick it up and put it away, but I
said "it's OK leave it."

I undressed her slowly and when I removed her bra was surprised at how firm
her tiny breasts were.  Her small pink nipples were already hard.  I
quickly undressed and embraced her, pressing her small body against mine.
In a moment she raised her face to me.  Her eyes were closed and her lips
were parted.  I kissed her again.  This time our tongues were urgent.

I sank to my knees and cupped one of her breasts in my hand and slowly
licked around her nipple.  She started to moan.  I placed my mouth on her
nipples, first one than the other, and sucked them gently, giving them tiny
little bites.  I could smell her pussy and it was sweet and pungent.  I was
soaking wet and aching to come.

I led her to the bed and she lay down with her legs together and her eyes
closed.  The poignancy of the moment overwhelmed me.  She was excited and
frightened at the same time.  She knew that her life was about to change
forever.  I sensed her mixed emotions and knew that I would make slow
gentle love to her and worry about myself after.

I leaned over and kissed her again.  This time there was no urgency.  We
gently explored each others mouths and then I kissed her ears, her neck,
her hair.  I then moved down her body, licking her breasts and then gently
sucking them and biting them again.  I moved down further and began to kiss
and lick her belly.  I could see that she was squirming, but her legs were
still closed.

I moved away from her.  She opened her eyes and I could see in them a
ferocious sexual hunger.  I said with a note of formality in my voice "you
will have to open your legs for me Julia."

She hesitated for a second and then closed her eyes and slowly spread her
legs until they were wide open.  Her mons was covered with fine blond hair
and her cunt was wet and glistening.  Her breasts were rising and falling
as she breathed rapidly.  She had a large clit and it was fully unsheathed
and erect.

I desperately wanted to touch myself or have her touch me, but I knew that
would have to wait.  I moved to the foot of the bed and began to lick her
ankles and her calves and her knees.  Then I moved up to her inner thighs
and licked them slowly, first one side then the other.  She started to
moan.

I moved to her cunt and slowly and gently licked her lips.  She moved her
hips and buried my face in it.  Her sweet juices were all over me as I
moved up and kissed her on the mons.  Then I moved down and gently began to
lick her hard clit.  Her breathing was now rapid and shallow and her
moaning excited me even more than before.

I slid my fingers into her cunt, first one then two then three and started
to fuck her with slow strokes.  She writhed and started to feel her
excitement skyrocket.  She pushed her pussy into my hand to get me even
deeper.  I then bent down and started to gently lick her clit again.  She
made an animal sound that told me she was right on the edge and I licked
her more firmly and pushed my fingers in and out hard and fast.

She arched her back and exploded into a powerful climax.  Her cunt squeezed
my fingers hard and she cried "oh oh oh oh" with each contraction.  Then
she stopped her movements and I left my fingers resting inside her hot
soaking cunt.  After I while I slid them out and my mind suddenly turned to
my own tremendous arousal.

I didn't want to ask her to do too much too soon so I opened my legs wide
and began to masturbate.  My fingers started rubbing my wet cunt faster and
faster and I knew I would climax any instant.  Then I suddenly felt her
hand sliding into my cunt and that sent shock waves through me.  She
started fucking me the way I had fucked her and an indescribably powerful
orgasm washed over me and went on and on and on as my fingers bore down on
my clit and she thrust her hand in and out.

When it was finally over we lay in each other's arms for a long time.  Then
I finally broke the silence and asked "what will you do now?'

She said "I don't think I have to tell you that I now have my answer.  I
don't know what I am going to do, but I will remember you forever."

Soon we both dressed.  Nothing was said about seeing each other again and I
wasn't surprised.  She had a lot of sorting out in front of her and none of
it had anything to do with me.  We gently kissed and then we parted.  My
body was tingling with satisfaction and, although my mind was still a
little confused, I had to say that it had been a beautiful afternoon.

Two months later I visited a bar which had just opened near my apartment.
I ordered a beer and then looked across the room and saw Julia.  "My God,
what have I done" I thought.

She stood up, walked over and sat down next to me.

"You have worry written all over your face," she said.  "That's because you
are a real sweetheart."

"What about Mark?" I said.

"Oh, that was my brother in the pictures," she said.  "The whole thing was
a scam.  I've been a lesbian since I was thirteen.  I was just playing a
role.  I hope you're not mad at me.  The sex sure was great."

I wanted to be mad at her, but I couldn't.  There is no better way to
role-play than to not know that you are playing a role and she was right on
about the sex.

"How many times have you done this?" I asked.

"That was the only time," she said.  "I did it because my sex life was in a
rut and my juices didn't seem to be flowing the way they used to.  You made
me come so hard that I have been working off that boost ever since.  You
were such a great fuck that I almost told you, but I decided not to spoil
the moment."

Hearing that, of course, instantly made me soaking wet.  We quickly left
the bar and returned to the scene of the crime.  No pictures and no razors
this time.  And no shyness either.  We fucked like bunnies and this time
she had her legs wide open with her feet in the air the moment I came near
her.

We went to bed a few times after that, but I didn't make the mistake of
asking her to move in with me.  It was good to be reminded that sex isn't
love and that you never know how a super fuck will come your way.