“Sure, it’s okay to check her out. Have fun!”
She had told me three weeks before. I did, and just after Thanksgiving I knew that one was over. So I texted her again, saying, “I’m back Are you still interested in meeting?”
She was. She came over and the three of us laughed, drank tequila and sat in the hot tub until we were happy to all fall into bed to play. She’d said tequila makes her clothes fall off and is her weakness. That was absolutely true.
I’d never been with a lesbian before. God, what a difference. It really was true. They fuck all night long. We grabbed about two hours of sleep in the middle from sheer exhaustion and werexat it again.
That first night I ended up with some minor bruising, but very happy. She stayed most of the next day, talking, snuggling, being close.
The same happened a week later with just a little more sleep than the first night. By then we were talking daily and staring into each other’s eyes, unable to let go.
Before Christmas she was telling me she loved me and soon said she was in love. It was when he saw the look in my eyes, worried because she had not responded, that he asked, “I just realized that you are in love with her, too, aren’t you?”
“Yes,I am,” came my reply. I didn’t recognize it until that moment. A few minutes later her message said, “Sorry, but I’m in the bathtub and fell asleep.”
The relief swept over me. “Lol. Don’t drown.”
And then we began to talk. I told her what he’d said and how I’d responded — “Was he mad?”
No, not mad at all. Endless possibilities...
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