Life was rolling along pretty well for me. I decided I was hopelessly in love and that was ok. I settled down to be her friend.
I belonged to a youth group and was busy getting involved. This meant I needed to go on an activity weekend for “Young Leaders”. From my club, it would be me, Jamie and Rob. Friday night fell and we found ourselves in an old fashioned dining room. Made me think of Malory Towers (Enid Blyton’s Boarding School of my childhood).
As everyone tucked into some fabulous fish and chips, the cattle market opened. We might have been a bunch of volunteer do gooders, but I’ll tell you…volunteering will increase your chances of getting some! I was, at that time, bumbling along, very quietly being bi-sexual. Friday night passed without event and Saturday was a long long day of team activities. Dinner out of the way and the fun was soon to begin. You see, everyone knew that on a trip to Wickers House, Saturday nights are yours and the local pub always serve!
Of course, we had to earn our pub trip and an hour and a half of line dancing, led by a couple head to toe clad in sequins, was more than reason enough to get incredibly drunk. As soon as there was a crack in the door, we made our bid for freedom. I got the drinks in and we took ourselves outside. Two drinks later and the air was filled with the shouts and hollers and laughter of freed teens!
I was loitering near the door when this blonde hurricane came barrelling out. She stopped, pulled herself upright and grinned at me. Noting a double Archers and lemonade in each hand, I commented… “Girl after my own heart…” Thankfully, she didn’t think the line was as bad as I did (or she was already quite drunk), because she grinned again and walked off.
It got cold outside and eventually we took over inside, rowdy teens, legal or otherwise, do not make for a quiet Saturday night drink. Blondie had plonked herself down at our table. She was also with two boys, Dan and Sean. Football swiftly became the conversation of the evening, Blondie talked endlessly, at times over the boys, she was as Essex as they come and she blew away any cobwebs you might have had. She had her eyes firmly on the prize that night. The floppy haired lothario at the Young Leaders retreat, and his name was Harry. Every girl (so inclined) had a thing for him. And to be fair, for a teenage boy, he was ripped. A six pack he clearly worked on religiously and loved to show off.
I was far too wrapped up watching Blondie watching Harry, to notice that my drink had yet to run dry once. Dan, it seemed, was watching me as intently as I watched her. Fair to say, I put away far more than I really should have done. I do blame Dan’s generous buying of drinks and that monster with the green eyes. She got her claws into him and how was I supposed to compete with a boy??
The drinking continued and I became convinced Dan was actually rather lovely…Finally the harassed landlord ushered us all out of his pub and pointed us back to the hall from whence we came. Small cliques that had been formed this evening stumbled up the driveway, the speed bumps were proving tough going for some and the bushes that lined the drive caught a number of drunken wanderers that night. Up ahead, I could see Blondie tucked under Harry’s arm, by this point I was only drunkenly aware of my jealously and Dan’s shoulder hooked under my arm, keeping me upright.
If I’m honest, how I ended up in one of the boys dorms with Blondie, Dan and Harry, I do not know. Blondie and Harry were for some reason, making out in the shower cubicle in the dorm. Dan and I were on the bed, drunken snogging a-go-go. If it was good, bad or hideous, I don’t remember, I just know it seemed to last forever! Out teenage romps came to an abrupt halt as David (The Adult in Charge!) burst through the door. Turns out, every dorm had to be searched and boys and girls, separated and sent back to correct dorms. The girls decided that in the name of girl power, we’d all sleep in the same dorm. Soon everyone had a bed, we’d dragged some mattresses in as well and Blondie took the last one we managed to cram in. Chivalry meant that I was going without. For the time being, the conversations were getting rowdy…and confessions were pouring out. Who’d snogged who that night….levels of regret….remorse….wanting to do it again…?
I was sat against one of the walls, the dorm was in an attic room and had a sloping roof, as the subject changed from boys to girls, I started to get up to make my excuses and leg it to the loo….but when someone asked “Is anyone Bi?” I just had to answer. (Thanks again Dan!) As I put my hand in the air to confess I was, I smacked my head right into the ceiling….in my concussion…the tension diffused and a few people also confessed they might be…the conversation drifted on and slowly lights started to go off. Everyone had found their spot and the dorm filled with the hush of whispers. I look round for a space to get some kip. I caught Blondie’s eye as I scanned the room. Wasn’t hard too, she was lying on her front, elbows on the bed, chin supported on her hands, staring me down. She looked almost angelic and if it hadn’t been for the killer cleavage I could see, I might have mustered a pure thought. As it was, when Blondie looked up and uttered “Top & Tail with me?” not a single thought in my mind could have been described as angelic. I grinned at my fortune and climbed in.
In the darkness, over the next couple of hours, we talked. I told you she was an Essex girl and boy, could she talk. It was all flirting. Play fighting regularly broke out and as the night took hold, the talking got serious. I realised the room was asleep, slumbering soundly. 3:30 am, the dead of night. We started the night top to tail but the various altercations, wrestles and contortions to show our scars, meant we’d come to rest level. Face to face, inches between our bodies. I could feel the heat of her. Propped up on my elbow, leaning, looking at her. My body balanced on its side, teetering. Wanting to close the space. The covers drawn at our waists. Her simple cotton nightshirt was so thin, sheer almost. I can’t speak for her but I don’t know how it happened but one moment we were talking and the next…
My fingers had started to trace the lines of her stomach, feeling the way her body curved. No strength, the lightest of fingertip touches. I’d fallen silent, mesmerised by her beneath my hand. Limbs heavy with lust. Then she stopped talking…The hush crept upon me and made me bold. Teasing my way up to her breasts, lying on my side…her on her back, my right hand trailing over her left breast, hypnotised by my own actions.
Suddenly she spoke, huskily… “I can’t do this…” but she didn’t move away. Not the words I expected to her, I froze and started to apologise as I withdrew my hand. She reached for me. “I didn’t mean it like that.” My confusion was written all over my face, she continued “I mean, I can’t just lie here and do nothing, while you do that. Kiss me.”
She guided my hand back to where it had been happily playing moments before. I was faltering. I laugh now to think that I had the courage to tease her nipples but not to lean down and take her with my kiss. She became impatient beneath my hand. She took control, her grip on my neck, eyes locked on mine, a daring stare. Pulling me to her, I sank into her kiss. Started so gently, so soft, caressing. Hands taking their time, fumbling around. The rising of the heat between made me brave…working my way under the cotton, skin on skin. The inner of her thighs, a new playground for me. Plus being down here….teasing….gave me time to panic about what the hell I was doing!! During the talking and flirting that had passed earlier, I *may* have insinuated I had more experience than you or I know I posses at this point…
Thankfully, women come naturally to me (and for me, if I’m good!). The wetness between her legs told me and gave me, the reassurance I needed. For an hour or more we continued to kiss, tasting her skin, nipples in my mouth, all the time my fingers weren’t idle, though never slipping inside the lace of her knickers. My own aching became impossible to ignore, winding her up was having the same effect on me.
Frustration got the better of me and aside went her knickers, our desires muffled by the covers, trying not to disturb the girls sleeping around us. I covered her body in kisses, while I took her in my hand. She threw her arms around me, gripped me close, pushed against me, writhed and wriggled and over and over again, my fingers, my touch, my kiss made her come.
I trembled under her touch, as she took her turns with me, I ached so hard for her, was so wet…embarrassed and ashamed, she ignored that and made me too forget, exhausted, we finally fell asleep and woke with her still in my arms and still smiling at me. And amazingly not a word or question from any of the girls!
Breakfast was an interesting affair; neither Harry nor Dan could fathom what was amusing us so much, the final day began to fly past. We stole moments wherever and whenever we got the chance, kissing as we packed. The minibuses arrived and we snuck into the empty hallway to say goodbye. I slid my arms around her waist, like I’d been doing it all my life. Her mouth so soft, gentle on mine. I thought for a last kiss, it was perfect…
However Blondie was a love affair just beginning…
