This is the second half of my first bisexual experience. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living it.
I was tipsy and stunned, and my mind felt like the mental equivalent of a fireworks finale. That just happened, right? As I hurriedly slipped into the t-shirt Alyssa handed me, my thoughts were moving at a thousand miles an hour.
Alyssa looked at me with an odd expression of pride. I had been friends with this woman for about ten years, but if I lived a thousand more, I would have never expected something like this to happen. My heart was still racing and my mouth was dry, and I kept repeating the same sentence in my head, over and over. "You just climaxed for Alyssa. You just climaxed for Alyssa..."
It's difficult to explain my state of mind at the time. Even though I was divorced, after 18 years of marriage I considered myself safely in the "heterosexual" column. Maybe with a dash of "curious" on top, but Jesus Christ--what the hell just happened here? Had my life changed? Had I changed? Something certainly had.
I knew my hair was a mess, so when I pushed my head through the top of the way-too-snug tee, I shook it out a bit. Alyssa smiled and tilted her head. "You look sexy with your hair like that," she whispered. This felt like much more than a random hookup or dalliance. Her words penetrated me because I knew she meant them. I can't begin to guess how many times I had had sex with my ex over so many years, but the number of times he told me I looked sexy or beautiful or anything romantic afterwards was zero. There was something about the timing and softness in Alyssa's voice that melted me. "Oh shush," I protested, but I loved that feeling. I felt something so honest and real in that moment.
I looked down at the t-shirt she gave me as it hugged my body. It looked like body paint. I joked, "this is the t-shirt you thought would fit me?" She smiled back again and responded, "My cousin left that on the boat, so I stole it fair and square. I can look for something a little tighter if you give me a minute." I held my hand over my eyes for a second trying to process all of what was happening. I was uncertain about so much--what did this mean? Who am I now? Is this really happening? Am I going to tell anyone?
But for all my internal questioning, there was one thing I knew with absolute certainty. I looked back at Alyssa again in her own tight top, mini-cargo shorts, windswept strawberry blonde hair and visibly erect nipples. I knew I needed more. I had to kiss her again, this time not caught up in a wild moment, but a proper kiss. I honestly felt like I wanted to thank her, but knew that wasn't the right instinct or right words. But the kiss...it was going to have to do.
I leaned forward and slid my hand around the small of her back. I am about a half foot taller than Alyssa, and I loved the way our bodies felt pressed together. I paused for just a moment, and she looked deep into my eyes and gave me permission to do what I already knew I was going to. "Kiss me, Kristi."
I opened my mouth over hers, softly at first, but then deeper. Deeper. And hotter. As our faces tilted side to side, it was like neither one of us could get enough. Tongues caressing tongues, little soft nips of our bottom lips, we were voracious. I felt Alyssa's hand slip under the t-shirt on my back and shivered from the feeling of her hands on my bare skin. I did the same with her, and she sighed in my mouth as we kissed with utter abandon. "Touch me," she purred as she took a half step back and yanked her t-shirt off as quickly as someone might pull a tissue out of a box of Kleenex.