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Embracing Bisexuality

We don’t all figure out when we’re teens

I had one of those late sexual awakenings. Reading about bisexuality at the late age of twenty-five, my turmoil made sense. I had feelings and yearnings about female friends and colleagues and strangers and celebrities that I didn’t understand.

Women liked men. Men liked women. There was no crossover. I mean there were, but that couldn’t be me.

Except it was.

My date smiled sweetly when I confessed all this. A woman I’d met on a dating site for women looking for women. We chatted, and the refreshing getting to know you conversation made me curious.

I’d searched for love online with men and came up disappointed. Fuck boys, guys who were hidden misogynists, and pick up artist wannabes made up most of the dealings. I had far too horrible messages from men.

Veronica was a breath of fresh air. She was bisexual too, and though she knew as a teenager, she ended up dating a guy who was awful then switched to the other team. Like me, she was tired of trying with guys who didn’t know where the clit was.

After dinner, we went for a walk, then to her place. Neither of us wanted to say good night. We wanted to explore the tension that crackled when she offered me a bit of her chocolate cake.

In her apartment, she played soft music, and we sat on her sofa, nervous like a couple of virgins. I put my hand on her thigh and kissed her. The nerves disappeared as her soft mouth caressed mine. Oh god, this was so good.

We kissed for ages, just enjoying the sweet supple feel of another woman’s mouth. “We should go to my bed,” she whispered while I kissed her neck.

I nodded, and she pulled me to my feet. We laid on her bed, crosswise, and kissed again, our tongues teasing. She put her hand on my breast first, but the move opened the floodgate. We caressed over our clothes, then a hand moved under. Then the clothes quickly dropped into a pile on her spotless floor.

Her delicate skin tasted like vanilla when I licked and sucked her nipples. She returned the gesture, allowing me to lie back and rub her hips and thighs. She opened her legs a bit, and I rubbed between her legs, feeling the mound through the layers.

Veronica did the same, licking my mouth open again. We grappled for each other’s pants, pushing them away, eager hands diving past sexy black panties. I laughed, and she caught the skin of my throat between her teeth.

“We have the same underwear on,” I said, my finger trailing across the slit of her body.

“I noticed,” she said, as her finger opened me. “God, it’s been way too long since I tasted pussy.”

“I’ve never,” I breathed.

“You’ve had it done to you. Badly, mostly, since you’ve only dated men.”

“Yeah, too many guys don’t know their way around a clit. I had this one guy who thought it was a button you needed to mash. Like a trained rat, if he pushed it hard enough, he’d get a reward. There was no reward at the end of that experience.”

“I have to say they aren’t all bad. My ex was phenomenal at eating me out. He’d go at it for hours.”

I rubbed her clit. “I’ll need some training before I can go for hours.”

She laughed as she circled my pleasure spot. “I’m not expecting that your first time. But I’m confident that you can make me come.”

“I won’t stop until I do.”

I kissed down her body, pulling her panties down with me. “Tell me if I’m doing this right. I can take direction.” She opened her legs, and I pressed a kiss between her legs, then licked her clit, circling when she moaned, pressing the right and left to test where she was most sensitive.

“Hey, Jenny. If you put your pussy on my face, I’ll lick you too.”

Sold. My panties shimmied down, and I dropped my pussy over her, returning to my task of making her come.

She held my hips with her hands, nails digging into my skin when I hit the right spot. Her tongue fucked me, licking me from top to bottom, then focusing on the nub of pleasure.

Electricity arced between us, buzzing through our bodies. The air around us crackled as we came, almost simultaneously. I think I was first. My thighs trembled as they balanced over her. Veronica’s belly quivered first, and her pussy flooded, spilling over me. I lapped the flow, loving the sensations overwhelming me. The taste, the viscous texture. More fluid than honey, but thicker than water.

She jolted again under my tongue and I took the initiative to focus on her clit again, rubbing my tongue hard and fast until she came again. The pleasure of her was so sweet that I continued making her come a third time. I understand why and how her ex went for hours. I could keep licking her pussy all night, feeling her come on my face.

She lifted her head from between my thighs. “Come, lay beside me. I want to see your face when you come next.”

I laid beside her, kissing her again. Already addicted, as we swapped tastes of each other’s pussies. She rubbed my clit with a finger, her other hand pushing three fingers into me. Her eyes watched me intently as she worked me, the shiver of pleasure coming quickly to me.

I held her tight while I shattered into a million tiny pieces. God yes, I embraced my bisexuality fully right then. Women were into women. I was into women.

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