Bicurious woman Stories

Back to the Bay After an adventurous freshman year in the Ames, Iowa writing program, away from my repressive family, I was happy to sneak back to Berkeley and stay with ‘the sisters', Ella and Grace, in their rambling shared house on upper Virginia Street. If I’d had to stay with my parents, even Ames would have been preferable. Maybe I‘d make a ‘surprise visit’ to them before returning to college? My months in Ames were...

Bec grinned and did up one button on her dress, pulling the top together but leaving the middle gaping. I did up a couple of my own buttons after slipping my arms back into the sleeves, and we both got out of the car. I barely remembered to lock it as we walked away; I was so focused on her. In the lobby, she turned to the stairs instead of the elevator, and a quick glance in their direction showed a sign declaring they w...

I watched as Ken's little red sports car disappeared from view, and then I carried my bag and the notebook he'd given me into the house. As I emptied my bag into a laundry basket, I thought about Ken's offer and decided I needed to tell Daddy about it when I sent him my report on the weekend with him. As I headed toward the stairs, I noticed I had a couple of messages on my answering machine. I pressed play to listen. The...

It was Saturday afternoon. Gallagher was out golfing with my husband Siddharth, so Dita, Gallagher’s wife, and I had a hangout session of our own. She came over smelling like fresh soap, and a new shampoo. Low cut white halter top, showing off her freckled, tanned cleavage, and her favorite pair of yoga pants. “Cordy! Please hold me.” She flopped and pouted as she walked into my arms and collapsed her head against my shou...

I knew Chloe was feeling low when she got home that Friday evening. As my roommate entered the apartment, she moved at a sluggish pace, which wasn't at all like her; she normally hummed with energy. Making her way over to the couch, she slumped down next to me. I brushed a strand of her long brown hair back from her face. "How are you holding up?" Chloe and I were both in our late twenties and had been sharing an apartmen...