2003-09-28

Well, that was a mad weekend...

a billion and one things going on at once, including two gigs (to perform), a couple of shows to see, people to support, beer to be drunk, television to be made and an ex-lover visiting from Sydney - lesbian ex-lover no less, and staying at my place.

Undies was a mate at high school and we kept in contact thru uni, even though we went to different campuses in disparate parts of New South Wales. She was doing a theatre tech course whilst I pursued the strenuous route of a performing arts/communication/marketing degree with a teaching unit thrown in for good measure. One holidays in my second year I decided that a trip to Wollongong to see my old mate Undies was in order, and so I dutifully trodded down to the station and jumped a train for the big smoke, followed by another train to the slightly smaller smoke where she was residing. There was much drinking of alcohol and hi-jinks of the kind that only university students find amusing until one night when Undies and I found ourselves with her flatmate and sometime lover, Bingo, alone in the loungeroom. Bingo was a desirable young chap with a good head of hair and a healthy attitude towards life. We were all getting on like the proverbial house, and then about 11pm things took a turn for the more serious when he suggested we adjourn to his room. Now up until this point I had never even considered Undies in a sexual way, other than to acknowledge that she had the most spectacular pair of tits and a wonderfully femme bod that she usually hid under twenty layers of oversized jumpers (due to the boob thing). But as we rolled about on the Bingo's bed it became increasingly obvious that it was go hard or go home time, and so Bingo went hard...

admittedly it was not my first same sex encounter, that having happened a few months previous in Bathurst where I had been dating a delicious young lass who was still in high school and whom I used to pick up from school and take to my shambly terrace house for outrageous girl on girl shennanigans. That had somewhat ended in tears (mine) when her parents discovered what we had been up to, courtesy of an indiscrete phone call from one of her friends who had been following us, and moved my lovely black haired lady to Katoomba to an all girls school. I am definite that the move did nothing to curtail L's love of the pussy (yeah, sending her to an all girls school is going to really hurt her! not!), but it surely put a stop to us being together. Anyway, back to Wollongong...

Undies and I began to undress Bingo who was most pleased to find himself with two young buxom wenches, and we were pretty pleased to discover that we were quite enamored of each other's endowments also. From what I can recall there were many hours of licking and sucking and giggling and come, and we awoke the next morning, three sleepyheads entwined in a double bed. I say "from what i can recall" because much of the evening was obscured in memory by the obscene amounts of booze we had consumed, but there is one part that lives long in my memory. Undies was giving me the pleasure of her tongue in my very juicy cunny as Bingo was taking her from behind, and there was a trail of electricity running between us, so much so that we all reached a crescendo at the same time in a wildly screaming way. I have never felt so visceral, so very fucking HUMAN as that point in time, and it still makes me damn horny to think of it. Just the sheer giving in to pleasure, the ultimate sacrifice of the senses to each other, the smell of it all... ahhh, yes!

There were a few other adventures with Undies following that lovely day, but we did drift off into our own post uni lives and i didn't see her again until the reunion earlier this year. Reunions being what they are we didn't get much of a chance to talk but she emailed me and we have started a tenative rebuilding of our once firm friendship. I felt odd when she showed up on my doorstep on Thursday, and I kind of hoped that we would find some way of discussing (or perhaps replaying?) that day in wollongong, but the closest we got was a brief kiss on the lips. And that's it. we did talk about the state of the union in our current relationships, and there was a kind of regretful silence between us, both of us defiately referring our minds back to a time that went before, but we moved on in the conversation, just as we have moved on in life. I am hoping we can open a new dialogue sometime soon.

ahhh, how fleeting is the divine.

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