Candid Convos and Cunnilingus

I was glad for a number of reasons. I was happy I’d stayed friends with Victor all these years. Not only was he a good person to talk to but he was introducing me to all these new and exciting things as well as helping me learn more about myself. And I felt comfortable with everything we did. Which meant either he was the right person to explore with, or there was a latent freak in me just waiting to get out! Or both!

This was friendship with a lot of benefits, one of which was I’d just realized was the interaction with a third party. Rightly, I should have felt like a fish out of water. But that was so far from what I felt. Sometimes I was still gobsmacked that this was happening to me. Little ol’ bookish me. Me - the typical Friday spending home watching movies, non-club hopping, two drink maximum, ME. But I was quickly becoming aware of and embracing the depth and scope of my sensuality.

Victor was always ready to venture down new avenues with the two of us. He was thoroughly enjoying our trysts. In our instant messages he would tell me how he brought it up while he and Alyssa were having sex. Said it gets them both hot, and made her giggle. I guess she didn’t know she was as daring as she was turning out to be. She now joined me in a couple instant message conversations and we’d all relive our favorite or most memorable moments. Of course our kissing stood out the most. Not only because it was so far out there (for us anyway) and because it was unexpected, but because we had really enjoyed it.

This boded well for my openness to other activities. I wasn’t the one with the overactive imagination, however. That was Victor. Think you can guess what he was now trying to talk up? Maybe to some of you it’s logical that the next step was him wanting either (or both) of us to go down on each other. That was definitely a brow raiser. Uh uh, no way, no how, was not gonna happen. See, a few entries back (see contemplating - bi thoughts) I’d mentioned my conflict with bisexual activities. Now I’d tried touching and sucking a few places. Wasn’t too bad. And I’d liked the kissing. But all of that stuff was above the waist (apart from her legs). I hadn’t bothered with anything in her nether regions and neither had her fingers trailed in that direction on my body. Even with all that I’d done to and with Alyssa, I wasn’t questioning my sexuality. I loved men, everything about them and how they made me feel. Sure I could point out a beautiful woman and nice attributes, but nothing about a woman (especially that spot) got my blood pumping.

So this little suggestion wasn’t flying. It went in one ear and out of the other. Ok I’ll be honest. It did stick around for just a minute. I’ll admit that the thought of another female familiarizing herself with me down there was intriguing. I wondered if it would be different from being serviced by a man, and if so, how. “I think if we spent more time together, got even more comfortable, Alyssa would be willing to do it,” Vic told me. “Would you let her?”