Those Days That Night

These days: I get about, I do my thing, I have fun. All under the pretext of attempting to find a relationship that I feel inclined to stick with. 'Searching for The One', you might call it. Either way, it's probably just me trying to keep away from the fact that I'm two years off thirty and my friends are starting to settle down. Not that it matters to me. I enjoy the life I lead. It works for me .

Those days: I was quietly terrified. I was only just seventeen, never been with a woman, trying to discover a little bit about life and love. Never been with a man either, for that matter, but then I'd made my mind up that I was never going to be going down that path a couple of years previously. Of course I didn't come out, school is simply not the place. The girls would hate you and the boys would attack you. I kept my hair long, went to the parties, joined in with the others. I pretended to be as 'normal' as I could. I even kissed the boys when the occasion demanded, though just for appearances sake. Shut your eyes and think of that woman you saw on television last night. Anything to stop people from guessing the truth.

In my lower sixth year, though, I began to get restless. I still wasn't ready to come out, not yet, but suddenly my friends were doing more than just kissing the boys. Real relationships were springing up around me, and talk moved away from which pop star we fancied to what so-and-so had done in bed with so-and-so the night before. And everyone seemed to be having so much fun. Of course now I couldn't fake it with them any more, I wasn't prepared to sleep with any of the lads to keep up my charade. However, I wanted to have some of what they were having, but in my way.

And so that is what drove me to Brighton that Friday night. I lived in Sussex, a few miles north of the south coast. Having Brighton nearby was a good thing, I knew there was a big gay scene there, and also it was unlikely that I would run into anyone I knew from school as school was a good few miles further north of home and everyone I knew went out elsewhere. I spent hours getting ready, not sure what look to aim for, eventually settling on wearing my hair down, some black trousers that showed off my waist and a little top. I wore my leather coat over it, told my mother I was off to a party at a friend's house and I might stay over, and caught the bus.

I didn't know exactly what I was hoping to get out of that night. I suppose I just wanted to see what went on, maybe have a chat and a dance with someone, I wasn't sure. Also I had no idea of what to expect. On the bus I realised that I wasn't even sure what there was on. I knew the town fairly well, from shopping trips and the like, but I didn't have a clue where the gay clubs were. I could remember hearing about a pub, and I knew where it was, so I thought I could go there is I had no joy.

As it turned out, there was no need. When I got off the bus, I went into the first pub I could find. I was going to need a drink before I embarked on my quest, and thought I'd have my first one in the more familiar environment of a straight establishment. It was nine thirty and the place was filling up. As I bought my drink I noticed a poster behind the bar. It was advertising a women's night taking place... I checked the date... tonight! I read more - something about 'delicious dykes'. It sounded about right. I checked the venue. Not one I had heard of, but I knew the street. I decided I would head there.

I took my time over my drink. It was still a little early to be going to a club, although it was on the other side of the town centre and would be a bit of a walk. When it got to ten o'clock I finished the last of my drink, rejected the advances of an already drunk male suitor, and left. It was, in fact, a longer walk than I had anticipated, and when I arrived it was ten forty and though there was not yet a queue I could tell that the place was inhabited. I have always looked older than I am so passing for eighteen was not a problem. I paid, put my coat in the cloakroom, and entered.

The first thing I noticed was that I was one of the only people in the room with long hair. I'd heard stereotypes of lesbians with short hair and looking butch, but I never realised quite how true it was. Nevertheless, there was no one that it looked terrible on. In fact it even rather suited some of the girls in the room. I decided, though, that I would be sticking with my hair for the time being, at least. I went to the bar for another drink. The DJ was playing 70's disco and there was some enthusiastic dancing going on, but I this just made me acutely aware of the fact that I was here on my own. Drink in hand, I leant back against the bar and watched for a while, trying to hide how much I didn't know what to do. I was very grateful when someone came to speak, or rather shout (given the volume) at me. She was about my age, maybe a bit older, and was one of the people who suited the whole short hair thing. "Who are you here with?" she yelled.

"Just me," I replied. "How come?" "I... got blown out at the last minute," I lied, "but decided to come anyway." "Good on you," she shouted, "my name's Lisa." "Hi Lisa," I answered, "I'm Nicky." We made small - loud - talk for a while before Lisa bellowed into my ear, "do you want to dance?" "Sure!"

So we went onto the dancefloor and danced to Abba and similar. I watched Lisa as she danced. She was pretty good looking, I decided, and she danced well. I wondered if she had come over because she fancied me, or if I looked lost. I desperately didn't want to give away the fact that it was my first time here or, indeed, anywhere of this type.

I noticed that Lisa seemed to be dancing closer to me, and in a way that I could only describe as downright provocative. Perhaps she had liked me, then! I was flattered by the attention, and when she put her hands on my hips and pressed her body into mine I was having a great time. My initial nerves had gone, but then new ones appeared - I had never been in this situation with a girl before. I liked what she was doing and didn't want her to back off, but at the same time I knew it would be so easy for me to give away my lack of experience.

I was slightly shorter than Lisa was so I put my arms around her neck. I could feel her hands on the small of my back now and was getting a little thrill from it. This was the closest I'd got and it sure as hell felt like things would improve hereon in. When she kissed me it was hardly a surprise, but nevertheless it felt amazing. She held me tight and my mouth opened and suddenly all I could think was 'her tongue is in my mouth!' I was kissing her back, trying not to let her see that I was completely overcome. I'd only been in here half an hour and already this was happening!

So this was what it was like, I thought. Lisa kissed far better than any of the boys I'd known. Holding her was different too; her body was a different shape. She felt softer, less urgent, more caring in a way. After a minute or two we came up for air. Lisa told me she was just off to the toilet for a second, and I returned to the bar to wait for her. While I was there I ordered us another two drinks and took stock. I was well aware that I'd only known her for a few minutes, but that didn't seem to matter at the moment. I was grateful in a way; she was almost breaking me in, but in the nicest way possible.

I looked at my watch. Lisa had been gone ten minutes. I thought there must be a queue, so I took the drinks and wandered in the direction of the ladies'. No queue. This puzzled me, so I wandered back to the bar, which was elevated a little above the dancefloor, and surveyed the crowd. I saw Lisa, over at the far end of the room, chatting to another girl who I decided must be a friend. I was about to go over to her when I saw her kiss the girl's ear. Oh, I though.

I realised immediately that Lisa was just on the pull in a random sort of way. First me (maybe not even first), then many others. Which was a shame, given the scale of the event a little while previously, from my perspective. My friends frequently complained about guys who did this kind of thing, and I realised that Lisa was just like any of the boys. Feeling a little dejected, I went back to the bar and drank from both drinks. Maybe this whole thing would be less easy than I had thought. I had imagined that girls would be more sincere, more honest, but it would seem not. I finished the drinks and went to the cloakroom. Maybe another time.

After I got my coat, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around, half expecting to see Lisa again. Instead, though, there was a woman some five or so years older than I was, with brown hair to her shoulder.

"Are you going?" she asked. It was less noisy here and there was no need for shouting. "Err, yes," I said, "have we met?" "Not yet," she replied, "But I've had half an eye on you since you got here and it wouldn't do to let you go on your own." This sounded like an offer. Two (sort of) in one night! I wondered if this was good going for around here. I said nothing, so she continued. "We wanted to buy you a drink." "Okay, sure," I said, "hang on though. We?" "Yeah, my girlfriend and I." This was taking an unusual turn. "Both of you want to buy me a drink?" "Is that a problem?" she asked. What did I have to lose? "No, I just wanted to make sure." She led me upstairs to a quieter bar with sofas and soft lighting. There was another woman sitting on the sofa we went to, looking about the same age and with short blonde hair. The first girl introduced herself as Cath and her girlfriend as Kirsten. I told them my name and Cath went and bought the drinks. "So," began Kirsten, "she got you up here then." "I guess so," I said, slightly terrified. "You seeing anyone?" she asked. "Me? No. You? Oh, yes, of course. Silly question." I was falling over my words and did not know quite how one was meant to react in a situation such as this.

Cath returned at that point, and sat down so that I was between the two of them. "There you go, Nicky," she said, handing me my drink. I practically downed it. "Thirsty?" she asked. "Yeah," I said. In fact, the night's consumption was starting to kick in and I felt the edge being taken off my fear. "Now, Nicky," said Kirsten, "you do realise why we've asked you up here." "Not exactly." "Ah," she responded, leaning back. Cath broke in. "We were wondering if you'd be interested in... joining us tonight." I nearly spat out the drink in my mouth. "Pardon?" "We thought you might like to come back with us," added Cath. "Like... a threesome, you mean?" I asked. "Indeed," said Kirsten. I was glad that the alcohol was doing its thing. Without it I would have run a mile at this point, but a part of me was intrigued. I wasn't sure is this was something that I wanted to go along with, but I wasn't sure that it wasn't.

"Should we take your silence as a yes?" asked Cath. "I don't know," I said, "It's just that I've not been in this position before." "First time for everything," said Cath.

"Quite," I muttered, thinking that was especially true in my case. Kirsten got up and went to the bar to buy me another drink. Maybe they were trying to get me drunk, I thought, after all, I could feel myself warming to their idea. No, this was crazy. What was I doing here? I stood up. "I should go," I said, and I started to walk away, but Cath caught my arm and pulled me down to her. My lips met hers and suddenly I was kissing her. My tongue was deep in her mouth, I was exploring her, I didn't know what I was doing, but it felt good nevertheless. She pulled me onto the sofa and I was on top of her. Her hands were in my hair and she seemed to be pulling me into her. With one hand I felt her breast, then kneaded it through her clothes. I was wondering what had come over me, but I wasn't about to stop.

"Making progress then." I pulled away and saw Kirsten had returned, but didn't look at all annoyed that she had found me kissing her girlfriend. Christ, this was surreal. "Of course," she said, seeing my bemused expression, "this is how it is meant to go." I sat back upright, and Kirsten sat herself down again. Without another word, she leant in to me and kissed me herself. I really didn't know what to make of this, but she was a divine kisser and I was suitably drunk and so I returned the kiss. As we delved into one another I felt a second pair of lips on my neck - Cath. This made me pull away. Really, this was a bit much; we were still in public. I voiced this concern, and Cath shrugged. Kirsten suggested that this would be an opportune moment for us to leave, so I finished my last drink and stood up. The two of them want downstairs to get their jackets, Cath gesturing to me to follow.

We finally got outside into the night. It was quite chilly and the cold air hit me as I stepped out of the warm club. It didn't do anything to sober me up though; it was far too late for that. Kirsten hailed a taxi, and we all got in. I didn't say much during the journey; it was difficult to know what kind of comments would be appropriate. We got as far as their house, a fairly anonymous building in a terraced row. Kirsten paid the driver while Cath unlocked the front door and let us all in. My first impression was that the place was small but neatly furnished. Kirsten followed us in and asked my if I'd like a coffee. I declined, and Cath went straight upstairs, again indicating that I should follow.

She led me into the bedroom, which seemed big in comparison with the rest of the house, with a king sized bed. She told me to make myself at home, and I sat on the end of the bed, unsure of what would happen next. "Cath," I said. "Yes?" she replied. "There's something you should probably know," I started, "this is all a bit... new to me." "You said so back at the club." "Nono, not just the threesome thing. Everything. I've not..." I trailed off. "Go on," she said softly. "I've not been with a woman, really. Before. You see." "Ah," she responded, and I was terrified that I had ruined everything. Then she continued, "You should have said. You don't have to do this, you know." "I know," I said, "and I want to. I think. I just thought you should know."

Cath smiled at me tenderly and then kissed me again. She was gentle, and when she touched my face she did it so lightly. It felt as though she was concerned about me and didn't want to damage me. I kissed her a little harder, trying to tell her that she was allowed to do the same and didn't have to worry that I would break. We fell back onto the bed and this time Cath was above me. I was enjoying the moment so much that I didn't want Kirsten to enter yet, though I couldn't help but wonder where she had got to. I put my arms around Cath's waist and brought all of her body into contact with me. I kissed her neck, exploring the flesh beneath her jawbone. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, and felt wonderful against my lips. I licked her skin a little too, and got a little of the taste of her. She moaned ever so softly when I did this, and I took this to be a good sign. I pulled her top up her back too, so that I could feel her skin with my fingertips. She flinched a bit, as though my fingers were tickling her, so I held her more firmly.

At the same time I felt her hands go to my waist and pull my top up, though from the front and so exposing my stomach. I realised then that no one had seen me naked for years, not since my mother when I was a little girl and I felt self-conscious and shy all of a sudden. Cath began to kiss my cheek with soft butterfly kisses, and that combined with the way she was touching me made my anxieties dissolve away. I was drunk on the moment now, not thinking about what was happening, just going along with it blindly. I felt powerless within myself to stop, and I didn't want to. I felt her hand on my breast, she began to squeeze it gently and kissed me again, hard, deeply, pinning me to the bed. There was nothing I could say or do, not that I felt inclined to. I could feel myself becoming aroused, and I wanted to know more of what was to come.

Cath sat up, straddling my stomach, and pulled her top over her head, thus exposing her body to me. I'm sure I was staring, but I didn't think she'd mind. She had marvellous full breasts, perfectly offset by the rest of her curves. She was obviously very fit, and I suddenly felt hugely attracted to her and mildly jealous of Kirsten. "Like what you see?" Cath asked. I could only nod. "Your turn," she said.

I must have frozen at that moment. I was acutely aware of the fact that this was my first time, and found myself wanting to keep hold of my clothes as security. Cath was having none of it though, and when I didn't move, she brought me up to a sitting position with her, and removed my top for me. I felt very shy, but Cath looked at me with what seemed to be both wonder and approval. She nodded in a way that signified that I would do, and then pushed me back down. She headed straight for my left nipple, licking and sucking it in a way that made me gasp. What she was doing felt wonderful, and I could feel my nipple enlarge and go hard. The other one followed suit as well, and without thinking I pulled her head further in to me. This was unlike any sensation I had ever known, Cath was both gentle and forceful at the same time, and I could feel every motion of her tongue and her lips.

While she was doing this I felt her undo my trousers. This realisation made my heart skip a beat - unlike when she had gone for my top, I wasn't nervous this time, just excited. I could tell that I must be wet, and wondered how Cath would touch me. I thought of all the times I'd got myself off at home, though I only did what I had discovered on my own. I didn't really have a frame of reference for this, and wondered what was to come. I guessed that Cath must have a good deal of experience, she seemed very confident and I supposed this wasn't the first time she and Kirsten had gone out to pick someone up who they could share. Where had Kirsten got to? Cath rose again, obviously done with my breasts for now. My trousers were now loose about my waist, and she pulled them away, then my knickers, having first removed my shoes. I lay there naked as she stood at the foot of the bed, seemingly checking me over. She nodded again, and I felt reassured.

She then set about removing her own trousers, revealing a black g-string. I looked on in awe; this was quite a sight. Cath obviously enjoyed having my young eyes gazing at her, she seemed to bask in it. Then she looked down at me with an expression I can only describe as extremely suggestive, and positioned herself between my legs. Here was something I hadn't anticipated. I was well aware that I knew very little about what two women did in bed, and though I had heard references to 'eating pussy', I hadn't given the specifics a great deal of thought. When Cath made her first lick of my soaking pussy, though, it all became clear. In that moment, I could have died happy. This was the single best feeling I had ever experienced. When she made her second lick, which was a little harder and more probing, I almost exploded. I felt Cath ease into a rhythm, and each movement she made intensified my pleasure. This was obviously a familiar task for her, and as she settled, I moaned, I gasped, I cried out at times because it felt so very, very good.

I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, some movement at the door. I was too into what was happening to me to be that bothered, and when I saw Kirsten come in it was hardly unexpected. She was already naked, and looked delighted that things where already well underway. I saw that she had something between her legs. When I focused on it (no mean feat given my state of euphoria) I realised that it was some kind of dildo, strapped to her body by a complex looking leather contraption. I wondered if it was for me - I wasn't sure I could take that just yet, besides, I didn't want to interrupt what Cath was doing to me. Kirsten positioned herself on top of Cath, who kept her face buried in my pussy. Her tongue was darting in and out of my opening and I wasn't far away from coming violently. I saw Kirsten position the dildo at Cath's pussy, and then push into her. Cath moaned long and deeply into my pussy, but thankfully didn't stop, instead her movements got faster and more forceful. This was all I could take and I found myself screaming out as I climaxed in a way that I had never imagined possible. I was bucking on the bed and it was all Cath could do to hold onto me. I was thrusting my pussy hard against her mouth and she responded by pushing her tongue further into me. She took hold of my hips and worked my pussy with such power, until I could scream no more and I collapsed and rolled away.

I felt very spent indeed. I was panting hard. So this was what it was like! I decided that this whole lesbian thing definitely met with my approval. I had my eyes shut, savouring the afterglow. It was only when I heard Cath moaning did I remember that the two of them were still there. I opened my eyes and saw Kirsten thrusting into Cath from behind, and Cath thrusting back onto her with wild abandon in her eyes. Kirsten had a look of determination about her, and with every thrust she made a little grunt. Cath was crying out with pleasure by now, and I saw that she was coming very strongly. It was an incredible sight to my inexperienced eyes. There was sweat on Cath's body from all the exertion and when Kirsten finally pulled out of her, she too collapsed beside me. The air was hot now, thick with the smell of cum and sweat, though I noted that neither of these smells was unpleasant. Kirsten removed the dildo garter from herself, and joined Cath and I on the bed. "Wow," I eventually said, at a loss for anything more coherent. "We're not finished with you yet," said Kirsten.

"I see," I replied, "and what is still to come?" "Well," she said, "I am still feeling distinctly unsatisfied, and you look like someone who could do something about it." This worried me. When Cath had been doing me I could lie there and take it, there wasn't a great deal of skill required. But now Kirsten wanted me to play a more active role? This was, I feared, where my inexperience would really tell.

I looked over at Cath, hoping for reassurance, She smiled at me and mouthed 'you'll be fine', hopefully so that Kirsten didn't notice. I wasn't sure I agreed, but I decided it would be rude to not have a go, at least. I was lying on my back, still a little worn out from Cath's administrations a few minutes earlier. I was about to ask Kirsten what exactly it was she had in mind, when she shuffled over to me and pushed herself up onto her knees. Before I could say anything, her legs were either side of my head and her pussy was poised a few inches above my face. I placed a hand on each hip and pulled her down onto my face. When her pussy made contact with my mouth I tried running my tongue along all its obvious borders. Kirsten was very wet, my tongue became instantly coated and Kirsten reacted with a sigh, which sounded good to me. I probed my tongue between the folds of her pussy and this got an even more positive response. I found her clit and flicked it a few times - this made Kirsten arch her back. I thought I was acquitting myself well for a newcomer, as it were. The taste was different to what I had been expecting - it was musky but very pleasant and I found myself wanting to savour it as much as possible. I was reading Kirsten's body language and trying to decipher what it was that got the best reaction from her.

Kirsten sounded like she was enjoying my best efforts but also as though she needed just a bit more. I used my fingers to open up the lips of her pussy to me, in order to get better access, and when I did this she moaned. Thinking that I might be onto something, I lingered a little longer with my fingertips, whilst still licking her clit. Then I pushed inside Kirsten's pussy a little, and her moans grew in intensity. I slipped my fingers inside her as much as I could and started to lick her harder - now she was writhing around above me and I could tell I was on to something here.

Faster and harder I licked her still, and my thrusts into her got fuller, until I felt her tighten dramatically around my hand and her whole body stiffened. I felt her come hard, not once but twice as I continued in my ministrations to her. Finally she signalled that she could take no more, and let herself fall to one side. All the while Cath had been watching the proceedings, and the look on her face told me I had done well. I was feeling very pleased with myself. Cath leant over and kissed me on the mouth, then licked her lips after she pulled away and I realised that she had wanted to share the taste of Kirsten. Soon after this, we all dozed off. No words were said; none were needed. I was in disbelief about what had happened. Things had changed and I was now a fully paid up member of the 'gay' club now - there was no denying it. I wondered what would come next. If this was an appetiser for my life ahead then my appetite was certainly whetted.

I left in the morning, though there was nothing awkward about it. That was how it began for me, I certainly came flying out of the blocks. I became a regular on the scene, and though I saw Kirsten and Cath (and Lisa) around, I never liased further with any of them. There was a world of opportunity that I had been introduced to - and by God did I make the most of it.

But that night... never forgotten.