Bisexual Girls Club

On the day of our date, I was pretty confident that it (the date) would actually happen. Oddly enough, we hadn’t spoken. But we had confirmed by text. Although we hadn’t contacted each other the previous night, which I usually like to do just to remind the girl and make sure she knows I am still interested, it seemed okay this time. This girl was different. She didn’t need my reassurance. Just the same, I try to follow up whenever I can. So, to continue in our usual fashion, I texted her.

I can’t restate enough times, though, that it’s usually very important to actually have a phone conversation because it helps to feel more comfortable with each other. There are a lot of girls who don’t actually get how important that is. I admit, sometimes I’m scared to call because I’m afraid that will be the beginning of the end if the phone conversation is awkward somehow. And when I get the most frustrated with women, I think about that because it might not be that they don’t care, rather they might be as scared as I am sometimes. Invariably when I give in to that fear it just doesn’t work out. If I can’t even bring myself to talk to the girl on the phone, then how will I have the nerve to meet her much less approach her as a sexual being and find out if we have any real chemistry together. Email and texting can of course be a way to not really confront the person.

Fortunately that was not the case here. I’ll call my text buddy Mia. Sometimes, texting is a perfect way to set things up. So I asked Mia, “Are we still on for tonight?” Now the reason I didn’t call was because we had just set the date up two days prior. So if I had called the next day, and since we had already spent a chunk of a night making out, I might have seemed needy. So I was giving her space is all. And she responded with an enthusiastic, “Of course Ma Ma.” Cute. She had that way about her – so comfortable with herself and the people around her she would be so sweet to you and she’d absolutely melt you on the spot.

As I walked to the bar I wondered which one of us would show up first. After rereading her text invitation I started to think that maybe all she wanted to do was talk. And of course I wanted to kiss her, but that might not be in the cards. If she really only wanted advice, I was willing to hep. But as soon as I saw her showing her ID to the bouncer, steps in front of me – talk about good timing – I didn’t think “just talking” was going to be enough or quite all that fair.

We were both flirtatious with the bouncer and once inside with the bartender, but I didn’t want this conversation to get out of hand to include the whole bar as an audience so I made sure to try to focus. It helped to remind Mia that I had an event to go to afterwards a few blocks away and she was welcome to join me (more like, darling, you need to come to this event with me, we’ll have lots of fun I promise). The name of it caught her interest, so she was good to go. The event was called Pleasure Salon. Now, who doesn’t want pleasure??

It wasn’t long before Mia contributed to advancing the goal of the night by showing me her recent purchase. She later confessed that she bought it specifically for tonight, but then again, maybe she was only trying to flatter me. In her purse, she had a most interesting toy. It was a nice sized strap-on. As soon as I laid eyes on it, I had to steady myself with my drink. I was a little bit shocked, but kept it together. Actually, it was definitely a good thing for her to show me what was in the bag. It gave me comfort that this temptress of a girl was not at all shy.

I don’t always ask if I can kiss a girl. In fact, I think they say, if you have to ask then you shouldn’t be doing it. And that has certainly killed the mood on a few occasions or has at least brought light to the painful awkward truth that there was never any real chemistry to begin with so stopped me dead on my tracks. Asking for a kiss isn’t always the smoothest approach. But we had established interest in each other so I had two choices. Either just kiss her, or ask her. I think because of her assertiveness, I might have suffered a momentary lapse of shyness and I didn’t want to surprise her. Then again, an overly shy person would have made me pull away more, so here I was and there she was and I just needed to cease the moment. Finally, one confident woman to another, I leaned over to her, wet my lips and almost whispered to her that I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. To be fair, I had already asked for permission the other night. And it wasn’t long before our lips were crushed against each other, our tongues dancing wildly, my hand on her neck, caressing her there, caressing her arms, her skin so soft, I couldn’t even remember where we were – right there on the bar stools with all eyes gazed on us.

When we pulled away from each other, I had to make an effort to compose myself – my body was so warm and face so flushed a sip of my drink could only help me so much. I also didn’t want Mia to feel uncomfortable and we didn’t necessarily want to make a show for every man there. But since it was our moment, we certainly didn’t let anything stop us either – whether or not anyone was watching didn’t entirely make any difference. And we threw ourselves on each other again a few times.

I asked Mia what she thought of Lex and she said he had been very nice the other night – not in the way and letting the girls have all the space they needed, but still certainly making himself a part of the mix. You know, most guys who have an opportunity to party with 5 girls are usually going to be a little creepy in the way that they hang around. But, “he was cool,” she said. Nice. I like to hear that. And we talked some more about our open relationships with our significant others and I talked to her about my boy toy, and I talked to her about serious girlfriends I’d had in the past. She told me how wonderful her husband was, and although he was away on business often, they were really good at giving each other the space they needed and then coming together with a new fervor each time they reunited. And she wanted me to meet him. From the beginning she mentioned that they had a wonderfully open relationship and it just seemed like we were echoing each other in our conversation and in our body language throughout the night.

When we finally got out of our seats, the bartender was begging us not to leave. But we had a couple more things in our agenda and we promised we would return.

We stumbled around outside in each other’s arms. Mind you, we were a little tipsy from the generous bartender’s mix, but we had our wits about us… still focused… each of us had our eye on the prize – though she never seemed to expect anything in particular, patient and carefree as she seemed, I know Mia had her mind on that toy and that was alright with me. As we kissed some more and laughed loudly we made our way to the main street, but then wandered around uncertain whether we should turn left or right to get to our next destination – people must have thought we were crazy. And I enjoyed the fact that nobody knew what fun we were really up to. I had to stop to call Lex for directions because a few blocks away didn’t seem that clear cut anymore. This, after all, was in the village, where up is down and streets can run perpendicular to the same cross street with which they eventually run parallel.

Lex, having almost arrived at our next location, inquired as to whether we were planning on making an appearance. I assured him we were on our way. We even asked someone where the place was, but the moron had not heard of it… where we were going was beyond his world. When we finally saw the lights hanging on the awning of M&R Bar like an invitation for us to continue down the stairs, I was too distracted by my lovely date to even think about composing myself. So we wandered into the place, arm in arm, still flustered from our earlier session. As soon as we entered the room, all eyes turned to the lovely new creature. Before I could stop things, I was greeted with a big warm wet kiss from a fair maiden who I’d previously taken a bath with. I didn’t want my date to get jealous so I brought the three of us together for a three-way kiss.

I introduced Mia to Lex and she soon showed him what was in the bag for the night. She showed him the toy she wanted to use on me. She wanted to make sure he took lots of pictures so she could show her husband and well, we were certainly willing to oblige. I guess there would be no more talking. There were, however, a lot of pictures. The rest of our time at the bar consisted of pose after pose. At one point, Mia was sucking on my breast. I don’t remember all the poses, but I was definitely wrapped up with this sexy vixen all night long. I definitely wanted to give my hello’s to all the familiar faces and I greeted the people I recognized, but right now I don’t really remember who else attended that Pleasure Salon. For me, at that point, it was only Mia, Lex and me having our own Pleasure Salon.

By the time we made it back to our apartment, we had our final task to complete. Meet Mia at the bar. Check. Make out – bonus! Get to Pleasure Salon. Check. Take pictures and make out some more – bonus! Have everyone staring at us with open-jaw – not necessary and I only happened to notice because it’s hard not to feel all those eyes on you – but hey, it helped fuel our fire and Mia was certainly enjoying the attention so – another bonus! Use Mia’s strap-on – well we were just about to check that off the list weren’t we?

Now, I hadn’t wanted to admit this before, especially since we were having so much fun, but I was definitely a little apprehensive about using a strap on or having it used on me since my last experience with it hadn’t been the greatest. But Mia did a great job of warming me up.

Then we drank and we danced and all the clothing came off and we paraded around the apartment giggling and grabbing at each other and kissing some more. I nibbled every part of her body – lips, neck, nipples, breasts, stomach, ass, yummy, yummy. Every part of her was absolutely delicious.

So when she wanted to prop me up I lay myself down on the coffee table (no time to go all the way into the bedroom – the time was NOW!). Then she lubed me up, and before I knew it she had my legs spread wide and was thrusting that bad boy deep inside me. I was loving every minute. Lex was getting some good pictures, umm, for Mia’s husband.

When I took her it was like a whole other game. What a way to change my mind about strap-ons. I took her to the bedroom, and as she lay down and spread out, I balanced myself to get ready for my entrance. Then I thrust the dildo inside her and so expertly held one thigh towards me, I think like I’d seen Lex do with other women. It felt so amazing I swear with every thrust I could feel some tingle. And she was going wild for it!

And all this time Lex was the well behaved photographer, except not entirely. He did find ways to insert himself now and again and I would grab him for a kiss and a spank now and again. And Mia continued to urge him to get those action shots. We needed to preserve this moment well.

Of course the fun was not over yet, because I also wanted Lex inside me, but I was willing to wait once Mia got busy sucking on his cock. I was so delighted to watch them get along and see her technique. It was like my own private porno. I never know what to expect. Some girls have gotten quite shy once they see Lex’s full potential. And to return the favor Lex eagerly lapped up Mia’s pussy as I caressed her. Mmmmm, that made me all the more wet. I imagined what it would be like when it was my turn.

And then came the inevitable question, “do you want to have sex?” and the response, “okay.” Then Lex quickly came back with the condoms. I held on to Mia as Lex stuck it to her just like I had stuck it to her earlier. There have been times when I felt very jealous at the sight of this, but there are those occasions when I feel so comfortable with the other woman that I am just happy to be able to share. And this was one of the times where I was filled with delight at having that chance to share, like a gift that I gave to Mia or a gift that Mia gave to us by agreeing to share. And the more their sweaty bodies pressed and pumped against each other, the more excited I got because we were all able to enjoy ourselves instead of competing for attention.

Once we had each taken our turn fucking Lex, we just collapsed on the bed, drained of all energy, yet glowing.

This glow even lasted into the next morning as Mia and I walked out the door and took the train together – me to work – Mia back to her own home – perhaps to email her husband about the way she spent her night.

Now, I would never say I have a sure thing in front of me, but this date – wa wa wee wa – was in the bag the whole time!