The thunder crash jolted me out of my trance. I had been staring at the menu boards in this coffee shop for what seemed to be an eternity. Was there an artist here who did all the chalk artwork, or was it all preprinted? Could I do that? Probably not. Was one of the baristas also an artist, or did they pay someone specifically to do these menu boards? No, it was probably a corporate thing that they just sent out to all the locations. But was there an artist who did it? No, it was probably just computer generated. Ok who cares?
The rain was really coming down now, and I was hoping this wouldn’t ruin what I had planned for this evening.
I had gotten my coffee a half an hour before, and I was just sitting at an open table. Waiting. She wasn’t late. I was just early. I wasn’t even sure if I should be there. I just felt like I had to get there first, settle in. Get the home field advantage.
I never met up with anyone on Tinder before. I was hesitant even to download it on my phone. I didn’t want Evan to think- ok, know- I was cheating on him. I mean, the only reason I was ever on I was because I liked to see if other girls thought I was cute. I used a fake name but I was always super nervous I’d find someone I know and they’d blow me in to Evan. Weirdly, I always hoped I’d find someone I knew. I desperately wanted to stumbled on a friend or even a family member who was like me. Attached woman with a boyfriend seeking women. I had this secret that I just needed to get off my chest, and the thrill of risking being outed was exhilarating.
I had been with Evan for five years, since we were both 19. We had a great relationship, and the sex was great. We fucked a lot. I loved his dick. And he made me cum so good. My problem, though, was that I was a sex addict. I could never get enough. I masturbated at least five times a day, and I needed to watch porn while doing it. No dicks allowed in my porn, though. I only watched lesbian, girl on girl action. I fantasized about women. I had never been with a woman, but as time went on, I needed to experience it. Fantasies and porn weren’t enough anymore. I needed to taste another woman, and I needed another girl to taste me. I wanted to feel the warm softness of a woman. I couldn’t take it anymore.
That was why I was in the coffee shop that day. I matched with girls all the time, but I never wanted to cross that line if actually meeting one. I would message my matches, but none of them really piqued my interest. Some of them were obvious catfishes; dudes pretending to be girls and I just imagined them in their mothers’ basements jerking off to our conversations. That was fun, but got old quick.
Then I matched with Michelle. She was brunette, short, and looked like a badass. She looked like a fucking freak in bed. She looked like she knew her way around a clit. When we messaged each other, it seemed like we were on the same page. We both had boyfriends, neither of us wanted to change anything about our relationship status, and we both just wanted a little something on the side to scratch a certain itch that needed scratching. The only difference was that she had experience. A lot of it. I loved the fact that she’d been with a lot of women, and she loved that fact that I’d been with zero.
The door to the coffee shop opened, and the girl I matched with walked through it. She was soaked from the rain. Her hair was matted down and her black eye makeup was running. Fucking sexy as shit. It made her look like she just finished a multi hour tantric sex romp. Her rain soaked white tank top was clinging to her perfectly proportioned chest. Her jean shorts hugging her small, but perfectly rounded ass. This girl was who I looked for in the porn I watch, and now I had a chance to actually experience what I masturbated to every day.
“Tara?” The girl asked, as she walked in. She definitely knows she’s good in bed. She bled confidence.
“Yep. Michelle?” I responded.
“Ha ha, yes,” she said.
I stood up as she approached, and we both hugged as if we were old friends. Just touching her turned me on so much. She felt cold from the rain, and as we hugged I could feel her nipples through both of our shirts. Oh my god, I thought. I already felt like I was cheating.
“Want a coffee?” I asked. “I need a new one anyway.”
“Sure” she said, smiling like she was up to something.
We both got our coffees and sat back down at the table.
“So what’s up?” Michelle asked. “This is me. I’m a real person,” she said with a laugh.
“Yes you are,” I said, sharing the laugh with her.
“You’ve never done this before?” she asked.
“Nope.” I responded. “But I’ve wanted to.”
“So your man doesn’t know?”
“No. Yours?”
“No. He knows I’m bisexual though, Michelle explained. We have threesomes with girls sometimes and he thinks it’s for him,” she said with a grin. “Usually it’s me and another girl having sex while he’s there jerking off, or him fucking me while I eat a girl out. If he’s a good boy I’ll let him fuck the other girl while he watches her lick my pussy.”
That’s so hot. All I could imagine was Evan watching me and another girl. He’d probably cum in about ten seconds.
“But,” she continued, “usually my experiences with other girls don’t include him.”
She reached across the table and took my hand in hers.
“I have so much to show you,” she said. “I like breaking in new girls.”
I wanted her to have her way with me right then and there. Under the table, I felt her leg touch mine. Her skin was so smooth. So much sexier than a man’s hairy leg. I let my leg linger on hers, and I moved it back and forth on her skin.
She got up from her seat across the table and sat in the chair next to me.
“Is this ok?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said coyly. Our shoulders, arms, hips and legs were now touching.
Her hand moved to under the table, and rested on my thigh. We were in public, but neither of us cared. I put my hand on her thigh. We both moved our hands up our thighs. Her hand moved to the inside of my thigh and I could feel my pussy getting wet. I wanted her to taste it.
“Come with me,” Michelle whispered in my ear.
She got up, grabbed my and and led me out of the coffee shop into the rain.
I was willingly giving up the home field advantage. I just met this girl and now I’m letting her take me back to her place in her car. At this point, I fully planned on letting her do whatever she wanted to do to me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cnhr2r/submitting_to_my_bi_side_part_1
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