Black. Lesbian. Writer.

Ann and I made plans to see each other on Saturday. She showed up at my front door wearing a black sundress. A dress! I don’t think I’ve ever dated a woman who wore dresses! The night ended up being a  bunch of ripping and running. The early part of the night deserves a blog all it’s own. It was ridiculous.

By the time we settled down for the night, we ended up in the basement of her townhouse watching a special on Barack. We sat there drinking, cuddling. Discussing how fine Michelle is. Her couch surrounded us. The more we leaned back into it, the more it enveloped us. We started kissing. Three thirty two the clock read. I decided to stay the night.

I’m sure that wasn’t the best idea. All day long my friends were telling me it was time for me to get back to normal. That a little booty would help my stress level. I was drinking Jager straight from the bottle that night. Yet, somehow, I still thought I was going to make it through the night without having sex.

She took me into her bedroom. She gave me a tee to wear. I slid into her bed. It was a few minutes later when she slid into bed next to me. She pulled my arm around her. My hand slid aside fabric to connect with skin. Her body leaned back into mine. I knew then that my celibacy was out the window.

It was not the best sexual experience I had ever had. I probably shouldn’t have done it. I know I shouldn’t have done it. I didn’t even get an orgasm from it.

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