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per on lesbian hedonism for a class. However, my greatest<br />
learning experience took the form of an apprenticeship.<br />
I found myself dating two older women (28 and 32) who were<br />
also dating each other. One evening the three of us dressed<br />
up in fetish gear (my first time in a corset) and strolled to a<br />
queer fetish party. Afterwards we stumbled into the big bed<br />
of the loft I was subletting. We were too exhausted for any<br />
fun that night.<br />
With the morning sun came snuggling, which lead to cuddling,<br />
which lead to stroking, which lead to making out, which<br />
lead to no-holds-barred three-way lesbian action (oh yeah,<br />
baby). Actually, it was more like a rotating two on one (you<br />
get her tits, I’ll cover her cunt. Okay, now, switch!). The best<br />
part was I could watch Rita eat out Sarah or Sarah fingerfuck<br />
Rita, then I could try. It was like a kinky workshop.<br />
About the same time, I got myself off. I did a lot of research,<br />
as I am prone to do. I knew penetration wasn’t what I needed<br />
(I had had plenty and look where it had gotten me), so I focused<br />
on clitoral vibes. I wanted something small and nonthreatening<br />
but strong and adjustable. I recruited a friend to<br />
escort me to Toys in Babeland. She hugged the wall by the<br />
books while I shyly ventured around the center table of vibrators.<br />
A staff person approached and asked if she could help. I<br />
pulled out my notes and said I was looking for the honey bear.<br />
She found it right away, his arms raised like a clit-hugging ballerina.<br />
The honey bear fit discreetly in my palm. The remote<br />
was also palm-length, the two connected by a white cord. I<br />
bought him without exploring the rest of the store. I took him<br />
home and named him Albert.<br />
I had read enough Betty Dodson at this point<br />
to know not to pressure myself too much. For<br />
our first date, Albert and I got to know each<br />
other. I could feel something building stronger<br />
and stronger, as he gripped my clit, his body hugged by my<br />
labia. At the last minute I turned him off. I thought I was going<br />
to piss or scream or something to let the building know what<br />
I was doing.<br />
On our second date, both of my roommates were out. First,<br />
I played with Albert on my breasts, pinching each nipple. I<br />
licked my left middle finger and started to stroke my clit. Then<br />
I moved Albert down. I settled him into place with the vibrations<br />
turned off. I stroked Albert as he pinched my clit, his<br />
body stimulating the legs of my clitoris and rubbing against<br />
my urethra.<br />
Then I turned him on low. I made sure to breathe, watching<br />
my diaphragm rise and fall like theater vocal warm-ups. I<br />
started having little shivers and jumps. I turned him up higher.<br />
I was breathing fairly hard at this point. I remembered Betty<br />
Dodson talking about Kegel exercises. I clenched my vaginal<br />
muscles, tight, tight, tight, in time with my quick, gasping<br />
inhalations. I could feel it building again. My right hand, raking<br />
my thigh, started moving towards the controls to turn it<br />
down. I moved it to my breast and squeezed full-palmed (in<br />
the same rough, awkward grasp of so many junior-high and<br />
high-school conquests).<br />
When I came, I stopped breathing for two minutes. My body<br />
shook, and my neck froze, head thrust back like a seizure victim.<br />
My toes curled, and my fingers locked in double-jointed<br />
akimbo. Albert purred. I had made a new friend.<br />
Now I knew what to do. I needed new women to play with. I<br />
started looking for chicks on the Internet. Craigslist had been<br />
my resource for casual dick and a new coffee table. However,<br />
their women-for-women forums regularly spouted against bisexuals;<br />
understandable, since the only other bi-women posting<br />
seemed to be looking for a third to join their boyfriend.<br />
No-strings-attached casual-encounters postings received<br />
more penis pictures than those looking for male dates.<br />
I went to women-and-transgender-only sex parties and play<br />
parties. Everyone seemed to be talking, with an established<br />
couple doing a spanking, flogging, or piercing scene every<br />
now and then. Aside from the hot voyeurism, there didn’t<br />
seem to be much mixing of strangers.<br />
Finally, I went to a bisexual “date bait” with two friends. Date<br />
bait is a form of speed dating in which a group meets in a bar<br />
and everyone goes on eight or ten or twelve “mini-dates” of<br />
three to five minutes. Attractions are recorded on scorecards<br />
The best part was I could watch Rita<br />
eat out Sarah or Sarah fingerfuck<br />
Rita, then I could try.<br />
and matches are made by the organizers. Although I made<br />
several matches, only one resulted in a date.<br />
Moira was a lighting designer with plugs in her ears and a<br />
wicked sense of humor (translation: She was from the Northeast<br />
and used wicked as the universal adjective). We interpreted<br />
our match as a future with dozens of babies. However,<br />
we quickly fell into a pattern of friendship. Of course,<br />
our friendship involved regular masturbation and toy-trading.<br />
We would turn on a porn and turn on our vibes. Occasionally,<br />
she would crawl over me to explore my toy box.<br />
One evening, Moira’s eyes grew large as she found my new<br />
double-header. “Ooh, can we play with this?” I flipped her<br />
on her back and had her hold her bullet against her clit. With<br />
a black latex glove (because I had been knuckle-deep in my<br />
own pussy moments before), I began to massage her G-spot.<br />
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