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On many of her stories, but not on my copy of this one, deirdre wrote:
Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
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I'm taking this as a general permission.
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7/27/95
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Hear
by deirdre
I could believe that it was happening since it was written up in more than
one article and featured on various TV reports: college women embracing
bisexuality--using their time away at college as an opportunity to
experiment or to develop relationships to keep them safely satisfied. Not
that I'd seen signs of it: my campus wouldn't be in the forefront of such
trends, and most of all, people tend to keep things like that from me.
It's not just that I'm a straight-arrow: I seem to send out straight-arrow
signals to everyone I come in contact with. Somehow they look at me and
just *know* I'm not a person with which to engage in questionable
practices. And it's ironic: yes I grew up in a conservative household, but
inside, I'm not that conservative at all.
And the idea of bisexuality intrigued me. The idea that some of the women
I lived with were quietly pairing off. Trying something new and different.
And most of all, I must admit, I did feel some attraction to women. I'd
discovered my attraction while watching some sexier scenes in movies (no,
not X-rated movies; just noticing the women in some of your plain-old R-
rated heterosexual love scenes). Once discovered, I'd realized some
fashion models held that kind of fascination for me, and eventually I
admitted to myself that women I'd seen and knew could affect me. Not that
I'm not basically heterosexual, but I *did* start thinking, and from all I
heard, college is the time to give it a try.
What an idea! I mean, for me! I *am* a straight-arrow in many ways: never
been with a man if you know what I mean; date very little. Not really
outgoing. And here I was, contemplating the idea of actually finding and
forming a relationship with a woman! How would I do it? Ask someone I
knew? I couldn't imagine it. Go to some obviously-Lesbian gathering?
Like a bar?
That wasn't what I was looking for. This was going to be hard. One way or
another, I was going to have to overcome my natural reserve, at some point.
I thought about all the women I knew. I thought about what sort of person
I was interested in. It would be nice if I found someone exactly like
myself: a woman who wasn't outgoing and didn't go out much, but on the
inside, wasn't as conservative as she appeared. Someone who I could share
the experience with, in confidence.
And the problem was, how would two such less-than-outgoing people find each
other? Was I going to start finding quiet women and bring up the subject
of a Lesbian relationship? And though I *know* there must be other women
similar to myself, since I don't talk to that many people, I'd be unlikely
to discover them, and even if I did, how would I make friends with someone
as reserved as me?
I finally decided that finding and approaching another reserved woman just
wasn't practical. I needed someone who would take the lead. Or someone to
help me. Set me up? Or at least someone sympathetic that I could talk
about it to. Someone nice, who was engaging in such a relationship.
I thought about the women I knew again. Who was most likely to be in such
a relationship? And again, with enough thought, I had my answer: Leslie
Brown. She was definitely outgoing. I'd once noticed her with a woman and
wondered about the two of them, but more than that, she had the right kind
of personality for this. She had that combination that I needed: someone
who I could feel comfortable talking to and someone who certainly would
know what was going on.
All I needed was some unobtrusive way to bring up the subject with Leslie.
After more thought, I settled on trying to casually ask her if some other
pair of women were engaging in something. I started spending more time
with her, actually hanging on her a little, and eventually one day as we
were walking back from supper, I managed to comment on two women I'd seen
together a bit.
"Rebecca and Janet?" she responded. She looked at me for a couple of
seconds as we walked, not saying anything more.
Finally I had to fill the silence. "I just wondered."
I glanced at her. She was eyeing me sidelong as we walked and she was
smiling. At me? It seemed like a knowing smile. I suddenly felt a lump
in my throat. "I know why you brought that up," she finally said.
I fought panic for a split second, but then managed to relax. No she
didn't. "Never mind," I said, afraid I was going to lose my voice or
something.
"You're thinking about doing it yourself, aren't you?"
"No!" I sort of squeaked.
"Yes you are: you've wondered what it would be like but you're too shy to
approach anyone. Right?"
I was silent. Stunned, actually. This wasn't going as I'd planned at all!
She giggled. "You *are* pretty transparent, you know." I hoped not
everyone saw through me so easily! "I'll tell you who you should talk to."
"Listen, I didn't mean..."
"Yes you did. You should talk to Sherry Davis." Sherry Davis. My mind
raced. Sherry was not a reserved person at all. I suppose I might have
chosen to try to bring it up with *her* but she wasn't nearly so
approachable as Leslie. Sherry tended to make me feel more nervous.
*Why Sherry?* I should have asked that question of Leslie right then, but
I was very nervous and when I'm nervous, I get quiet. And I wasn't about
to confirm Leslie's suspicions. Ha! As if going mute was going to hide
anything.
Was Sherry interested in women? *I'd* certainly had no inkling--she
certainly *was* interested in men, and didn't lack a social life. Me
approach Sherry about this? No way!
I *didn't* approach Sherry. "Claire," she said the next day as I passed
her dorm room.
"Yes?" Sherry never talked to me much, but even so, I wasn't suspicious
about anything yet.
"Come here a second." I came in and she closed the door behind me. We
were alone. Then suddenly my mind was fantasizing a conversation about me
between her and Leslie. I was ready to die.
She smiled at me. "Leslie tells me you're interested in trying it with a
woman."
I kept myself in control. Sometimes I can act. I badly didn't want to
stand there like an idiot. "She's one to jump to conclusions," I said,
with what I hoped was the right combination of amusement and confidence.
"Correct ones, for the most part," answered Sherry without batting an eye.
"She knows I've tried it."
I wasn't going to bluff my way out. I stared at Sherry, paralyzed. And I
couldn't help it. Was Sherry interested in me? Was I interested in her?
Yes, she was attractive. She wasn't... well, she *was* friendly in a way,
but still somehow she frightened me. I couldn't imagine being
*comfortable* around her. "But she *doesn't* know..." she continued, "that
I'm already *in* a such a relationship." By this time, I'm almost sure my
mouth was hanging open. She smiled at me: a little friendlier smile than
when I'd first entered, and I felt a little more comfortable. And
evidently she *wasn't* going to make a pass at me.
This was the first woman I'd known who had *told* me she'd done it. Before
this, other than some women who were definitely Lesbian, I'd had a couple
of suspicions, but never had been *sure* that the women were doing
anything! I couldn't help myself. I was curious beyond belief. "You'd
like to know who, wouldn't you?" she said. When, once again, I couldn't
voice my assent for fear of looking nosey as well as being embarrassed, she
went on: "Donna Strickland."
Donna Strickland. Sherry was carrying on with Donna Stickland? I didn't
know Donna too well--on thinking of it, I realized she was probably a bit
shy like me. It was *really* hard to believe that Donna would be involved
with anyone.
Especially Sherry: Donna was a senior! "You don't believe me, do you,"
said Sherry. "Are you going to say something?" she added.
"I... Donna?"
"Yes. Listen: look at this." She went to her dresser and looked through
the drawer. "You can't tell *anyone* about this: especially *Donna*." She
brought over a snapshot. I stared at it. It was Donna, lying on a bed.
Sherry's bed, I realized: it was her bedspread. Donna was up on her
elbows, smiling at the camera. And she wasn't wearing anything but
underpants!
"You didn't believe me, did you?" she went on. "She's really something: a
real wildcat once you get underneath that reserved exterior. I wonder if
*you're* like that?" She paused. "I'll bet you are. If I weren't
involved with Donna, well we didn't really promise each other anything,
she's actually straight and some guy'll find out what she's *really* like
some day and..."
She didn't finish, but finally started again. "But I'd feel funny having
*two* relationships with women at the same time, and I'm sure she'd, well,
not feel good about it..."
I was still staring at the snapshot. Donna, lying there like that. Donna
was *doing* what I only *thought about*. With Sherry who was two years
younger than her! Sherry had stopped talking and I glanced up at her. She
was watching me. She smiled when I looked at her. "Can't believe she'd
pose like that, can you?" she finally said. "You're really interested in
this, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry..." I started. I felt so nosey.
She got a far-away look on her face. "You'd be good, I *know* it." she
finally said, looking back at me. "You know, we could, maybe, just one
time..." She started approaching me. I *knew*. She looked calm, first a
fleeting smile, then just a concerned look on her face. I was sitting on
her bed and she sat down next to me and took the snapshot out of my hands.
I knew what was coming. I certainly hadn't expected things to go like
*this*.
Me and Sherry? She smiled. She hadn't touched me yet. "Relax," she said,
"I'll just massage your shoulders." She was behind me, quickly, but
smoothly and her hands were on the side of my neck. She was actually
touching me! With sexual intent! I'm sure I was as stiff as a statue.
She giggled a little. "Don't worry, we won't get into the whips and chains
*this* time."
I *knew* she was joking. I *must* have known. "You didn't *believe* me,
did you?" she finally said, laughing. "But listen, we *have* tried
*this*." She'd hopped up and was in her drawer again. She held up a pair
of handcuffs!
I stared. Donna Strickland playing with handcuffs with Sherry! What did
they do? Did Sherry handcuff her? In a moment, she was sitting behind me
again, once again working on my neck. "Wondering about pretty little
Donna?" she finally said. "You'd be surprised..."
"Listen, I don't know about this..." I finally said, finding my voice.
"I said, *relax*," she returned. She didn't stop. "*You* wanted to try
it, and you *know* that nervous as you are, you'll be just as nervous
another time." She was good with my neck. And my shoulders. Then her
hands were holding my shoulders, gently but firmly and she kissed the back
of my neck. No one had ever kissed me there before. For some reason, I
thought about her kissing Donna like that. Seducing Donna like that their
first time.
And that was the beginning of it. Last night, I sat leaning against the
wall at the head of Sherry's bed. Between my legs sat Donna, leaning back
against me, her back against my body. We were both completely naked and I
had my hands around her, holding her around the waist. No, not on her
breasts. I felt a momentary shaking of her body with nervousness and
anticipation. She held he breath. It was so amazing to be holding Donna
like that. Our bodies pressed together. Sherry stood in front of us,
wearing just her bra and underpants. She smiled at us. She was holding
the handcuffs. She climbed onto the bed, right in front of Donna, who
watched her approach. Donna's body trembled.
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Hear
by deirdre
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