#17 I KISSED A GIRL AND I LIKED IT: A THREESOME TALE
How I’ve always admired the beauty of women and how I felt kissing women and men is kind of interchangeable
I have always appreciated and admired the beauty of women. From looking at bodies I loved (and wished I looked like) to absolutely adoring my female friends.
Women are some of the most interesting creatures on the planet – it’s only a shame that there sometimes aren’t nearly as many interesting men! For all the super cool, kind, lovely men I’ve known, I’ve known twice as many women who fall into these categories but maybe that’s just societal socialisation.
I’ve been attracted to women but, despite appreciating their beauty, I’ve been (maybe unfortunately) heterosexual and very much attracted to men sexually but once I did have a threesome and I certainly do not regret it.
There was this tall, beautiful, green-eyed red-haired girl, petite with perfect perky medium-sized breasts (the kind I wished I had). She had been HSS’s cousin’s girlfriend at one point but they’d split up.
HSS had harboured a longtime crush on her and I found her magnetic too. She was super flexible, a dancer type, could bend at the waist, had been an extra in Zombieland (not entirely relevant) and other films.
I think she was an art major but I’m not sure. She was the “rich hippy” type where she’d grown up in the religious Southern Belle debutante kinda life with her well-to-do parents but had rejected those notions and they’d cut her off financially so she was making her way through life.
She lived in some apartments not far from where I lived.
We’ll call her Jewel. Jewel, HSS, and I and maybe a bunch of other people went out one night to the Remerton bars, also just known as “the bars.” Maybe it was Halloween.
I remember drunkenly kissing Jewel outside the bars and being really pleasantly surprised at how kissing a woman was just like kissing a man except her face was so silky soft, her lips delicate, the tongue she used just flittering instead of full on.
It was an exceptional kiss followed by giggles and more kissing.
I am not sure if HSS and I were still together or just occasionally entangled but we all ended up back at my house where clothes came off. For HSS, I’m sure it was his dream come true having sex with both of us in one night.
I remember kissing her and touching her perfect tits but I barely was even acquainted with my own vagina so I wasn’t as into touching someone else's, but maybe I missed a trick in not trying it out with my tongue. I tentatively touched her, probably dis-satisfactorily (maybe a bit like the time I didn’t know what to do with a penis).
At one point, I remember getting jealous and ensuring that HSS would “finish off” with me as we knew each other’s bodies and I’m sure he hadn’t wanted things to end that way.
We’d have another encounter, a sort of couples situation when I was dating Dorian, the Stella Adler Academy Actor, and she was dating a tall, handsome chef, who I had a crush on but never pursued (obviously) – and we were all four in my boyfriend’s bedroom having sex with our own partners, which was also the night I maybe almost drowned in the pool, too intoxicated to come out before being carried.
Then, we fell asleep. I was friends with her for years and even visited on a trip back to town after I’d moved to Columbus. She’s still as beautiful as ever.
Next time, I’ll talk about that time I went on a date with a guy who works for a tech giant.
Don’t forget to check out the other sixteen posts I’ve written, including the one on why I’m writing this newsletter in the first place.
If you want to share, let me know in the comments if you’ve ever kissed someone of the same sex and how was it?
