OK. I kissed a girl and I liked it. I admit it. But I did quite a bit more than kiss a girl and Justin liked it too. Let me backtrack a bit to explain. My name is Becca and Justin is my boyfriend. We’ve been together for three years now and have a very comfortable relationship. Sometimes a bit too comfortable, if you know what I mean.
So, one night, after a typical sesh, during pillow talk, I mentioned that I wonder what it would be like to be with a woman. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a lesbian, or even bisexual really, but I have had a few fantasies about having sex with another woman. I’ve always sort of, wondered if they would take a bit more time about things rather than getting straight down to the happy ending.
Well, lo and behold, did Justin perk up. He looked like a Labrador being offered a sausage. I kid you not. I had to laugh because I thought this conversation was all about me. Suddenly jumped out of bed, with his arse shining so white I nearly had to put on shades, and ran downstairs into the kitchen to fetch his laptop. I heard a muffled conversation and some blokey laughter and then he returned and jumped back into bed with a big grin on his face. We share a flat with his brother so he’s not particularly bothered about being caught with his dangly bits hanging out.
He announces that he’s got the name of a ‘service’ his brother has used that may just be able to make my dreams come true. I didn’t quite take him seriously but I was intrigued. He said his brother told him there was this Cleopatra Escorts page where you could find women who might be into spending a little special time with a couple. It didn’t seem weird like those free ads where you meet someone in a car park or something, so I thought it would be worth checking out for a laugh, if nothing else.
As we scrolled through the pages, looking at the escorts, I was a little bit intimidated. Some of these women look like they are models. I mean, I’m not half bad looking myself but these girls were absolutely gorgeous. Justin reassured me that I was just as beautiful as any of the women there and that under all the make up and sexy clothes, they were just normal young women like me. I got a fit of giggles and said ‘Just do it! Call them. I want this one’ and I pointed out to a very attractive, athletic looking girl called Alina, who liked to work with couples. She looked less like a glamour model and more like one of my mates. Hot, but not flaunting it. She seemed like she might be fun to hang out with.
We arranged to meet her the following night at a nice bar/restaurant. When she turned up, she was a really cool person. I liked her immediately and the mixture of wine and anticipation made it a fun evening. Justin couldn’t help himself constantly making dumb *nudge nudge wink wink* jokes. Alina and I just fell about laughing and as we did, we got more relaxed with each other. She even started stroking my leg under the table.
It was about then that I told Justin I thought it was time to go home. We hopped into a cab and rolled into the flat like a bunch of old friends. Luckily, Justin’s brother had made himself scarce for the evening, so we could make ourselves comfortable. Justin offered to go pour some drinks. By the time he returned, Alina had taken the initiative and we were making out like a pair of teenagers on the sofa.
The next two hours are a bit of a blur of fun, and Jasmin’s absolutely amazing skills. My god is that woman skilled. Justin thoroughly enjoyed himself as well, remaining close and involved, but not so involved as to ruin my special experience. When it was all over, I was sort of sad to see Alina leave, but I was also ready to find out what, exactly, Justin had learned from her. I don’t think either of us got a wink of sleep.
Would I do it again? No doubt. I know Justin would be up for it to. Maybe a treat for birthdays, but I’ve told him, it will always be all about me. He doesn’t mind one bit. I definitely kissed a girl and I liked it.