First Time pt. 1

I'm probably the straightest straight chick you'll ever know. I'm still a bisexual virgin. I've never touched any boobs. I've never even kissed a girl. All of my female friends have had at least one bisexual experiment. Maybe someday I'll join the cool crowd. I'm always late to the trend.

Lately it's not hard to find a hot girl willing to flirt with another hot girl. Usually they're straight girls, but they like to play like they're more than that. My guy friends say I'm lame. It's the new thing. Get with the times. Straight vanilla girls are just so boring.

Even my chick friends think I'm a prude. You give them enough booze, and they have no problem with kissing another girl. Maybe they'll add more so you can watch their tongues entwined together. The bold ones will squeeze some titties. Maybe they'll cup their hands over a friend's ass. I've had my boobs and ass fondled by my friends. Sometimes I'll play along, but usually I don't.

I just shrug when they tease me. I can appreciate a beautiful female, but women just don't have the right equipment.

That's the same thing I told Jewel when she first found me. She walked up to me, put her hand on my waist, and spoke in my ear. "Can I buy you a drink?"

I turned to look at her. She was young, maybe close to my age. Petite frame, slim waist, her black hair cut short in a chopped-up pixie. She reminded of Winona Ryder in that movie where she was in a mental institution. Cute with a touch of sexy. I thought she had a touch of Asian blood in her, but I couldn't be sure.

I told her "no thanks" and gave her a courtesy smile. I moved away from the bar, closer to the dance floor. I sipped my beer and watched my friends acting like fools. Two of the girls were up on the stage. They touched each other's boobs and shared a quick peck on the lips. If you blinked, you would have missed it. Still the boys in the audience went wild. Pretty soon the girls would be doing tequila body shots. It was their usual Saturday night routine.

The girl came up behind me. She asked, "Are those your friends?"

I glanced back and nodded.

"They're not lesbians, are they?" She nodded her head to the thumping bass.

"Them? Nope."

"I didn't think so. Too bad." She grinned. "My name's Jewel."

I shook her hand. "I'm Kimberly. Kim, for short."

To be continued...