Story 35 - Kissed a girl and I liked it
The first time I kissed a girl was when I was 19, and in university. A lot of people assume that I was this wild party girl all along, but that’s actually not true. I was a bit of a late bloomer, and up until the age of 19, I had only kissed one boy. Man, that feels like an eternity ago.
So this girl – I’m obviously not going to put her real name on here, but let’s call her Stacy – was drop-dead gorgeous. She had the longest eyelashes I’ve seen, waist-length hair, and an amazing body. Her dorm room was just a few doors down from mine, so we bumped into each other all the time, and we really bonded over our mutual hatred of this one professor.
Anyway, one day, we were having drinks at a nearby pub, and we were both a little tipsy and giggly when we got back. She had borrowed my shoes, so she came back to my room to return them to me. After pulling off the shoes, she collapsed onto the bed in a drunken stupor. I got in under the covers as well, and before I knew it, she kissed me. Let’s just say… I unlocked plenty of “firsts” that night.
But I’m going off-topic, as per usual. I wanted to talk about last week, when this new client, Henry, engaged me. He had planned a special evening for his girlfriend, Lily, and by the sounds of it, this guy went all out. He said he was going to take her shopping in the afternoon, then bring her to dinner at her favourite restaurant, before going back to his apartment. That’s when I was supposed to show up, and give both of them a night that they would never forget.
But when I got to his apartment, it was clear that his girlfriend was caught off guard. I hadn’t asked him if he actually told her he was going to hire an escort, because I assumed he would do so. Apparently, he didn’t have the common sense.
An awkward silence descended over us for a few seconds, then Henry muttered “scuse me” and ushered Lily into the other room. I busied myself pouring drinks for all of us, but I could hear them loud and clear.
“What do you mean, this is a surprise? Why on earth would you spring something like this on me?” She was saying.
“I mean, we’ve talked about having threesomes in the past” – he did sound like he was genuinely apologetic, and I felt a bit sorry for him – “and I honestly thought this was something that you wanted to try.”
Again, another pause. I hazarded a peek, and saw that he was hugging her.
“I don’t know, it’s just so unexpected. I just –”
“I’m sorry, baby. You don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Let’s just call it off.”
I grabbed my phone, and was about to call an Uber, but then she replied – “No, it’s – it’s fine. Let’s just give it a shot.”
They came back into the room, and I quickly rearranged my facial expression to make it seem like I hadn’t just been eavesdropping. They apologized, I assured them that everything was okay, and everyone had a drink. I refilled Lily’s glass twice, and once she looked like she had calmed down, I moved closer and started touching her thigh.
Here’s something I learned, early on in my days of escorting: when you’re with a couple, always, always give the woman more attention (unless they’ve specifically told you otherwise). Women are jealous that way – they won’t be too happy if you get too hot and heavy with their partner, so it’s better to focus on them instead. You give them some love, and it’s a win-win situation – they’re happy, because it feels good, and their partner is happy, because he gets to see two women making out in front of him.
Although Lily seemed standoffish when I first met her, the wine had really loosened her up. She scooted in closer, and started caressing my face. Henry helped her remove her blouse, and in a matter of seconds, she’d discarded her bra as well. I leaned in and kissed her slowly, softly, and when I pulled away, she sat there frozen, with a horrified expression on her face.
“Jesus Christ,” she whispered. “I can’t believe how good that felt. I think I’m gay.”