There was a time when everyone she knew was gay. High school senior year and she pledged not to tell anyone and she didn’t, but all her closest friends were gay. Of course they were in theater and music classes and so maybe you’d expect it, but she didn’t.
“Why don’t you go to the prom? ”
“Because I’m gay.” (Pat)
“Oh really, I’m gay too.” (Guy)
“So am I…” (Tina)
“Me too. (Mike) and many more…(record scratch sound effect)
“I wonder if I’m gay too? ”
She tried. She really tried. She ate pussy and everything. She thought women felt nice and soft and have such lovely boobs and the pussy is an interesting flower with a slightly salty taste and a musky earthy fragrance, but it just didn’t turn her on.
Renee was her best friend. They went out looking for guys together. She was cute and perky. The first time Kristie met her was in gym class. She was dressing in the next set of lockers and Pat and Kristie happened to see her changing. She wore a low cut black lace push up bra and matching bikini panties. Her entire body was covered with hickies. Her ENTIRE BODY was covered with hickies. Pat and Kristie walked up to her and said, “Nice hickies…” Renee explained that she and her boyfriend had a hickie contest and she lost.
They became fast friends immediately. They took her into their group, invited her to parties, hung out…. at one point both Renee and Kristie had black boyfriends and they used to go over to the West Side, buy a bottle of sloe gin, and hang out at “Mother’s House”.
Mother was a little, older black lady who worked as a house keeper for rich people in Palm Springs. She had a son who Renee fancied and she used to let the girls hang out at her house, play records, dance, and drink while she slept in her private boudoir.
It was so much fun being wild girls on the West Side! They could dance better than any of the other white chicks and they were getting boned by two gorgeous black studs every weekend. The girls experimented with each other a couple of times, but it led to nothing more than rustled sheets and frustration. Kristie, at least, found more excitement with the boys.
Then they met Cyn. She was an older bull dyke who had a girlfriend who skated with a semi-professional women’s roller derby. Cyn really wanted Renee and after plying her with her butchy wiles finally got her. Renee dropped the boys and became a lesbian.
This left Cyn’s girl friend in the wings unattended. One night as Cyn and Renee sat on the couch cuddling, Kristie got Roller Girl down on the floor and went at it. She caressed her, kissed her tenderly, removed her clothes slowly one piece at a time. She felt her soft breasts, kissed her neck, suckled her gently…all the while Cyn and Renee were watching incredulously on the couch.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Roller Girl. Kristie didn’t say a word and kept on with the seduction. She kissed her thighs, her belly, removed her panties, and began fingering her. She knew just the right amount of pressure to apply with her tongue on the clitoris. She began writhing and calling out, “Oh, Oh, Oh!”
Kristie could see Cyn and Renee watching out of the corner of her eye. Cyn had her hand down Renee’s blouse and they would kiss occasionally, but they couldn’t take their eyes off the main event that was occurring in the middle of the living room floor. Eventually Roller Girl got her climax. Kristie wiped her mouth off on her sleeve and left them all pondering what had just happened.
Deedee was another close friend of Kristie’s in college. She was older and had four kids. They hung out together gobbling up men and playing Hearts between classes. Her favorite saying was, “Let’s strap it on!” It turned out that she slept with all of Kristie’s boyfriends and husband! Some friend!.
One night Kristie got even with her. Deedee had been trying to date France, a beautiful man who looked like the classic Caucasian version of Jesus except sexier. He knew poetry, music, dance, cooking, theater, and he sold used cars.
Deedee was busy seducing France on the floor in front of the fireplace after a dinner party. When she went in the bathroom to change into something more comfortable, Kristie took over where Deedee left off.
France was lying there naked, a beautiful sight to behold, and Kristie just fell to her knees and took him into her mouth. She was just finishing him when Deedee came back into the room wearing a light blue negligee. France was smiling and Deedee was tearful as she admonished her friend.
Later that night Kristie laid her down in the hallway on the floor and gave her the sweetness that she craved. She caressed her thimble-like nipples, kissed her belly and thighs, and made love to her cunny until she was happily satisfied.
Kristie thinks about the evidence, “But I’m not gay. I like men. Big burly men who smell of sweat and hair and testosterone. I like the weight of a man on top of me and plunging in from the back doggie style. I like balls banging up against my buttocks and the feel of a nice hard prick in my mouth. I like the salty taste of semen racing down the back of my throat. I’m straight. So what’s up with all my closest friends being gay?”
(First published July 22, 2011)
