#Sexuality – Ozora's Blog

Did I just…

This picture is with two of my closest friends. We are not Erica, Lisa and Hope. The image is just here to sevre as a representation of the three girls in the story. Please don't get it twisted.
-Author

Good afternoon

I’m tempted to ask about your week, but I’m sure you’re all eagerly waiting for the story. Please read ‘Erica?!’, first if you haven’t already. Also, please read episode 2 titled ‘Royal, but…’, before moving on to episode 3 titled ‘Did I just…’

Now, with everything out of the way, let’s get started. Lisa and I had been friends for about two months before I had the opportunity to sleep over at her house. My mother was not fond of allowing me to have sleepovers, but we made the effort to spend as much time as possible together. We would always hang out at school before the first sleepover, and after school, we would sometimes head to town and chill out at her father’s salon. Some days, we’d take the bus home from school and wait for her father to pick her up at my mother’s workplace. Most of the time, she would come to my house, and we would watch television while doing our homework, and then I would walk her home.

Sundays were the worst for me because Groblersdal was a small town, and we all went to the same church. Others, on the other hand, didn’t love going to church, and I can’t say I blame them because the church was full of lost souls who preferred to condemn others rather than fixing themselves. I won’t dispute, going to church isn’t my favorite hobby. However, I found myself fighting with the thoughts I had ignored about Lisa at the time. I used to avoid Lisa whenever I went to church the next Monday, not because I didn’t want to see her, but because I thought being around her made me a sinner. To be honest, I think she knew why I avoided her because instead of following me around, she would slip me a note in my book that said, “There is no need to avoid me you know,” while I went to the bathroom. Her note would sometimes be a sonnet or sentimental quotes about how much she loves me and doesn’t want to lose me. Every part of me would be overjoyed as soon as I read her notes. Within the next few minutes, I’d switched tables to sit next to her.

Everyone assumed we were already lovers at this point, and whenever I avoided her, others would refer to us as the angry birds. Some boys would sing “Two little birds, sitting in the tree”, as soon as I moved to sit next to her. The main mean girls would then discuss how inappropriate it is for two girls to be so close, but as you know, Lisa and I were uninterested about what other people thought or said. We seemed to be in our own little world. For some time, this back-and-forth went on until the sleepover. I remember going to town with her to ask her father for the home keys and if I could sleep over, and I honestly hoped he would say no, but instead he said yes. We then took the school bus, and she kept saying how happy she is to show me her room and introduce me to her younger brother, but I couldn’t help but wonder if being alone with her for the night was a wise choice. We got off the bus and walked to my mother’s workplace to ask if I could sleep over, and a part of me was relieved because I knew my mother wouldn’t let me down, and she did.

Every nerve in my body was now twitching. She asked if I was okay as we walked to my house to grab clothes and cosmetics. I lied and said yes, she then grabbed my hand in hers and tenderly kissed it. “If you don’t want to sleep over, we can always cancel,” she replied. All those doubts and thoughts I kept overthinking on the way faded as soon as she said we may cancel, and it was in the way she looked at me. I agreed with a smile and a nod. One thing my friends despise about me is my indecisiveness. You can never be confident of my decision since I can change my mind in a matter of seconds. We ran into Hope as we walked to her house from gathering my belongings. Hope was Lisa’s girlfriend, but I didn’t realize it until we arrived at her place.

Hope welcomed me with such excitement on the way, expressing that she had heard nothing but beautiful deeds about me. I didn’t understand why she was so cheerful, or why she was accompanying us on our walk. When we arrived at Lisa’s house, she was immediately at comfort and offered me a drink while Lisa carried my belongings to her room. I found myself asking her why she was here out of insecurity. “She’s a feisty one.”, Lisa said as she was walking in. “I’m here because Lisa wanted me to meet her best friend.” Hope responded to my question, I felt myself easing off on her presents within minutes.

Because I was an athlete at the time, I didn’t drink alcohol, but when Lisa offered me a glass of brown liquor that afternoon, I accepted it. “Slow down baby, that’s no juice,” Hope exclaimed after I finished the entire drink, and we all burst into laughter. We laughed, joked, and gossiped about folks from church and school for nearly two hours. We also discussed how thrilled we are to begin university life and planned to study at the same area. Hope and I continued talking until she said she was going to check on Lisa, who stood up and claimed she needed to go to the bathroom ten minutes ago. After what seemed like a decade of their disappearing, I decided to check on them.

“Hope, Lisa. I asked, “Where are you?” as I stumbled over my own feet. I heard laughter coming from a room further down the corridor. I walked into them kissing, completely unaware of what was happening. Stupid me apologizes for intruding and attempts to flee. Lisa instantly stops me from opening the door. I had heat flashes right afterwards and remember mentally shouting, “GOD WHAT IS THIS?!?” Outside, though, I was as cool as a cucumber. Lisa then took my hand in hers and gently kissed it, asking, “Have you ever kissed a girl?” Of course not, but I found myself unable to express myself and instead shook my head in disapproval. She continued, “Would you like to try?” as she inched closer to me. “God, are we allowed to be kissing?” I wondered, my insides twisting inside out as I tried to figure out whether this was even right. Obviously not, given you said in the word…”, I felt the softest lips brush against my lips, bringing me back to the present time.

She pushes me gently towards the bed, where Hope had been eagerly waiting for us. Hope stands up and gives Lisa a look that felt like she was asking for her consent because it was the same look, she gave me when I was drawn to her. Hope placed a kiss on the edge of my right shoulder before leisurely moving along to my neck. First and foremost, I’d like to point out that that was the first time I felt the back of my hair rise. She then kissed me again, this time on my lips, assuring that I was left stimulated. To be honest, I have no idea if I was a decent kisser because it was the first time that afternoon. I could tell they were experienced, though, because they were able to make me feel at ease without having to say anything. Hope and Lisa invited me to join them on the bed, but my legs wouldn’t move. I tried, but nothing happened. Just as I had accepted that I had sinned and that it is what it is, my legs decide otherwise.

Hope and Lisa continued with what I had interrupted when I went in, because no one has time for an indecisive girl. I’m not sure how long I stood there; nonetheless, it was long enough for them to remove their clothing and for me to remain perplexed as to what I should do. Lisa stopped and gave me those puppy eyes that said, “Why are you standing there?” I swear something moved me because I found myself removing my clothing and anxiously climbing into bed. They split up with the aim to create space for me in the middle. I’ve never had so much attention given to me, and I swear it turned me on how much Lisa and Hope desired me. Who knew feminine energy could be so attractive? Lisa came closer, making sure her face was inches away from mine, and I made sure I was comfy against the pillows. As she carefully moved to my right ear lope, she asked, “Are you okay?” Listen to me when I say there’s something about my right side of the body since I felt a drop escape from a spot I didn’t see coming.

I agreed once more with a nod of my head. You’re probably asking why I couldn’t speak. Apart from the fact that it was my first time, it all felt like I was in a fantasy film. Also, because Hope was rousing my vulva at the time, replying to Lisa was impossible. “Goodness me,” I said as I tried to conceal the fact that everything felt unreal and far too good to be true. That is one experience I would gladly repeat. Hope was aware of what she was up to, and it was difficult for me to concentrate on the sensation of Lisa nuzzling my good side with her soft lips while gently caressing my booby. They both had this tickle trick where their tongue lightly twirls and moistens their lips while kissing you. My vulva was moistened as a result of the tickling trick. IT MADE MY PUSSY WET, to put it another way.

The image is just here to sevre as a representation of Erica in the story. Please don't get it twisted. I am not Erica.
-Author

I didn’t know anything, but I didn’t have to that day because they took care of me; it was as if they had planned everything a long time ago, and instead of feeling like Lisa had fooled me, I felt comfortable. I was happier to have met her since it was the first time in my dull life that I could say I had done something extraordinary. I still find it difficult to consider myself in a “relationship” with a female, preferring instead to have fun before we part ways. It never works because I compare every woman I meet to Lisa. Lisa had a knack for saying the perfect thing at the right time. By the way she stared at me, Lisa understood exactly how to entice my lady bits. Her touch was seductive, and when I recall how she carefully massaged my vulva, making sure to use her fingertip to promote lubrication. A part of me dies inside, knowing that no one would ever touch me like she did. She managed to awaken something in me that I could not ignore any longer that day. She was able to share me with Hope, and they both helped me recognize that I am bisexual and that I no longer need to resist.

What happened to Lisa? You might be wondering, but I’m afraid I don’t know. We all laid still until we heard the garage door open after the intense moment, and then we all rushed to get dressed. Hope left after thirty minutes because it was becoming dark, and Lisa and I spent the rest of the evening relaxing. I didn’t have the nerve to mention anything about what had happened earlier, and I’m guessing she wasn’t either. We were able to complete our studies while also watching television. We were back to our ordinary hangout routine, and as much as I kept replaying what had happened, I was relieved there were no awkward feelings.

My mom picked me up from her place the next day, which was a Saturday. Instead of returning home, she informs me that we will be taking a road trip to see some relatives. Sorry to say this, but my mother was a liar that day; she practically conned me because the only reason she allowed the sleepover was because she had planned for us to relocate. She did it again, but this time she kept it hidden from me because we had a big fight the last time we moved. I didn’t witness the moving truck because her daughter was being scissored at the time, and I also didn’t get to say goodbye to Lisa Solo.

That concludes the tale of how I, Erica Royal, came to accept my sexuality. I hope you found it enjoyable, and don’t forget to like, comment, and share it. Don’t forget to sign up for more stories by clicking below. I’m not sure if you can tell, but my tone is a little gloomy. I guess reminiscing has its downsides.

Till Next Time.

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Hello there…

This is surprising because I specifically requested that the author write my story last, which plainly did not happen because I am the first to narrate the story. To be honest, I’m rather upset since no one, and I mean no one, enjoys going first. Don’t worry though, I’m not going to betray you by telling you some dull story; instead, let me save you time and jump right into it. Erica is my given name. Erica Royal.

I don’t enjoy disclosing people my age, but to give you a clear picture of myself, I turned 22 earlier this year; however, as narrators, we will not give you our dates of birth because it’s against the guidelines. The author claims that she prefers not to reveal too much about the key characters because she wants you to use your imagination to picture who I am. With that out of the way, you’ll have to figure out what star sign I fall under. Luckily for you, I’ll provide you with all the nit and grit you’ll need to make this journey entertaining.

Let me begin by mentioning that I despise being among people; I prefer my own privacy and feel safer in my own home. I will, however, occasionally go out with my “friends” because I am in university, and you know how the pressure can get to you. I won’t mislead you; I only have one friend. I don’t make many friends since my mother moves us around a lot, and it’s easier for me to avoid becoming attached to many individuals. Don’t bother trying to figure out why my mother keeps moving us around; I’ve given up. When it comes to coping with her troubles, I swear she’s worse than I am.

Don’t get me wrong: I still adore her since she takes care of me so well. She encourages me when I’m down, and I don’t know about you, but my mother recognizes that I’m a sad person. She attempts to put a smile on my face every day by getting me whatever I desire, starting with the fact that she bought me a car for my birthday this year. Yes, I do have a license, boo. Don’t you? If you don’t, I strongly advise you to STOP RIGHT NOW and GET YOUR LICENSE. I won’t be able to take you on the N1, so don’t waste your time reading and fantasizing about me.

Anyway, my friend’s name is Lethabo, and believe me when I say he is the funniest person I’ve ever encountered. His life is kind of like a movie; there’s drama with him and his major friends with benefits every day, and he seems not to care. I wish I had the ability to be more like him. Be more social and outgoing. I’m sure people are perplexed as to how a cool person like him and a girl like me became friends. Lethabo seems to like me, as in he wants to sleep with me, but I told him I wouldn’t break my virginity until am twenty-five. He insists he can wait, which I’m sure he won’t because he’s not my type. I’m sorry, but he really is a kind guy, or at least tries to be.

It’s just that I’m wary of boys. All my mother’s stories about them and their manhood frightens me, but I promised myself that when I’m twenty-five, I’ll finally face my fear. I have everything figured out; I will have graduated by that age and will be a successful game developer. Because I have the greatest body of all time, I will be a hot sexy nerd. I’m stripping the first tall dark and attractive gentleman that gives me that “come here baby” gesture. Don’t overthink things; it all makes sense in my head.

I’ve decided to brief you about an event that occurred four years ago. I probably should have stated that I am bisexual at the beginning. For those of you who don’t know what bisexual means, a bisexual is a person who is sexually attracted to both males and females, according to several descriptions available on the internet. Being a part of the LGBT community is the greatest, like we’re the most vibrant individuals on the planet. Don’t get me wrong: I think you’re still awesome even if you’re not one of the magnificent humans. You are great because you decided to read about my story. With that stated, accepting my sexuality was not simple for me.

In fact, I felt like I was lost for a while. Because I grew up in a home where God was the foundation, I struggled to accept myself after reading the Bible. Until I relocated to Groblersdal, a little town in Mpumalanga. That place was unpleasant; it was scorching hot, worse than Limpopo. Thabile was my friend at the time, and she was a nasty. She was a majestic lady who understood the kind woman she was, she was nasty as in a flirtations’ beautiful queen who always got what she desired. When it comes to the types of friends I have, it’s evident that I always attract the absolute opposite.

Because she was so stunning, she always wore the shortest skirts with the aim to show of her shapely legs and had her hair and nails were up to date every time I saw her. Due to her, I appear presentable, although before we met, all I wore were baggy Karki trousers and black hoodies. When I used to go to her house for sleepovers, she would question, “Why are you hiding all those curves?” We used to have lip-sync battles in front of the mirror all the time, and she never made me feel uncomfortable about not being as attractive as she was. When I think about her, I realize she was one of my favorites out of all the places I’ve resided and the people I’ve met. Although we went to different high schools, I only got to see her after school and on weekends.

I’m disappointed I’ll have to put the story to a stop, but don’t sweat, I’ll pick up where I left off next week Sunday. Meanwhile, don’t forget to like, comment, follow, and share on social media. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope to see you soon.