Many, many moons before I met my man, I had a friend – let’s call him Arnold. And I do mean a friend. Arnold was gay, or so my innocent self believed. I was about eighteen at the time and thought I was a worldly woman. A fumble at fifteen made me believe I wasn’t so innocent but turns out the cherry was still there, but that’s another, much more boring, story.
So anyway, Arnold and I would hang out with some mutual friends most weekends, and we got on great. Naturally, one night the talk turned to past sexual encounters, and they all laughed at my fumble story, we laughed at theirs, then Arnold tells us about his first time – with a woman. I didn’t think anything of it, presuming that lots of gay men try women first before deciding they went the other way (so to speak) and we carried on laughing and chatting as before.
As we lived in the same part of town, Arnold and I shared a cab home that night, nothing unusual in that, but his mood was a little tense. Putting my hand on his arm, I asked if everything was ok. His response was to grab my face and kiss me! I kissed him back for a brief moment before I realised what I was doing, then pushed him away.
“What are you doing, you’re gay!” I stumbled.
“I’m not”, he stuttered, “I’m attracted to women too. It’s the person for me, not the genitals.”
Not knowing what to say to that, I sat looking at him for a moment. He looked so miserable. I reached out and took his hand.
“I really like you, but I’m not convinced I’d be enough,” I whispered.
“Please, let’s try,” he whispered back.
And so I began a relationship with a gay guy! Ok, a bisexual guy, but we didn’t have such words back then.
The next evening, Arnold called at my flat. I’d only left home a couple of months previous, so that added to the illusion in my head of the worldly woman. As we weren’t due to meet the others that night, this was technically a date I guess. With a drink each, and some crispy snacks, we picked a video (yes it was that long ago, there were no DVDs!) and settled down to watch. I think it held our attention for maybe twenty minutes, can’t even remember what it was. He’d inched closer to me, and had taken my hand. I remember being mesmerised by his fingers intertwined with mine. He had very neat hands, with neat nails. Everything clean and in proportion and smooth. I turned to ask, what I’m sure was a stupid question, and instead found his mouth on mine.
Give him his dues, considering he’d spent a lot of time kissing dudes, this guy knew how to kiss a girl too. Firm lipped, but not hard. Caressing tongue without ramming it down my throat. One hand was on the back of my head, the other wandered. Gently stroking down my neck, firmer circles on my shoulders, feather-light across my collar bone and down my chest. He cupped one breast, teasing my nipple through my top and bra. A moan must’ve escaped me as he drew back slightly to look at me.
“Is this ok?” he asked.
All I could do was nod. Feeling bold, I traced his jaw with my fingers, then pulled his mouth back to mine. My fingers followed a similar path to his, all the way down to the hem of his t-shirt, then under it and back up his torso to find the nipple I’d felt on the way down. Rolling the stiff little nub between my thumb and forefinger, he hissed and kissed me deeper, mirroring my action on my own nipple.
Breaking contact to ditch both of our tops, he paused to look at me. Feeling self-conscious, baring in mind I have pretty sizeable boobs, my brain screamed I couldn’t look less like a guy if I tried, I tried to cover myself. Holding both my hands to stop me, he looked me right in the eye and said, “You are gorgeous.”
Taking me by the hand, he led me through to the bedroom, again checking that it was ok. Stopping at the foot of the bed, he put his hands on either side of my face and kissed me like they do in the movies. Running his hands down my body simultaneously, it was like nothing I’d experienced before. My heart was pounding by the time he unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them off my hips. Dipping into his hip pocket, he pulled out a condom wrapper and tossed it onto the bed, then shed his jeans in one sleek movement.
Laying me down, his mouth wandered the same path his hand had earlier. Down my neck, over my collar bone, down to my breast. Licking my nipple like an ice-cream, that was a new sensation. Sucking it into his mouth was delicious. My previous fumbling hadn’t done this or felt this good. Moving to the other breast to administer the same, his fingers hooked my knickers and moved them down my thighs. As he shifted to remove my cotton panties, I felt him brush against my leg. Rock hard and pretty sizeable himself, I didn’t know whether to run away or embrace it!
My body wasn’t letting me go anywhere though. With a nip of his teeth on my nipple, he let go and moved south. Moving my thighs apart and lying between them, he drew back to look at me laid bare in front of him. Holding my labia apart with his fingers, he took in the sight of my juices leaking from my pussy, and my engorged clit peeking out of its cloak. Blowing me a kiss, he swooped onto that clit, licking it out of its hood. I remember watching his head in bemusement until he sucked that nub into his mouth – then I understood!
As I gasped, he let go, moving lower to drink my juices. Delving his tongue up into my pussy, he scooped out what he could reach, but more just flowed down to replace it. With another suck on my clit, he moved back up to my mouth.
“You taste amazing, here taste,” he whispered before kissing me deeply. It was a little musky and earthy but not unpleasant. Handing me the condom wrapper, he sat back. Oh My God! My mouth went dry at the sight, I never knew a penis could look like that. Certainly, the school books never showed one like that! He was like marble, smooth and solid. Not wide in girth, about the size of a broom handle, so I could almost get my thumb and middle finger to meet around him, but he was tall! Roughly the length of a videotape, with a bud like head and no foreskin. Statuesque, but shit, was that really going to fit inside me?! I never thought I was that deep.
“Relax,” he said on seeing my expression, “We’ll take it slow. Roll that condom on me.”
Tentatively, I rolled the rubber down his shaft, earning a low groan as I went. With wide eyes, I laid back and held out a hand to him. He lay on his side, with a leg between mine, and just kissed me for a minute or two. His hand started tracing goosebumpy paths across my skin, pinching a nipple as he passed. Looking me in the eyes, he moved between my thighs. Holding his cock in one hand, he rubbed the head up and down my slit, spreading my juices up and over my clit, before settling at my entrance. Kissing me softly and slowly, he just sat there.