I had wondered for years if I would ever have the courage to tell
someone that I am a bisexual woman. "Hey, you," said a woman who tapped me on the shoulder at the
fruit and vegetable section. When I turned around, my eyes almost popped out of my sockets. It was Sarah. We were besties at varsity, but we went separate ways
when she went to England after graduating. We had kept in touch on
Skype, but our schedules had always prevented us from seeing each
other. I squeezed her and pressed my cheek against hers. Seven
years had passed since we saw each other. "When did you arrive?" I asked. "Two weeks ago."
I gaped. "Two weeks?"
"Ya. I wanted to surprise you, but I didn't know that you had
moved, so it took me forever to track down your mom."
"Her and dad went away for their fortieth anniversary. Why didn't
you call me and ask where I was?"
"I knew that would've gotten you suspicious and ruined the
surprise. Besides, I needed time with my family."
"We've got so much to catch up on," I said. We had lunch at a cafe across the road and spoke for hours. I tried
to avoid talking about my dating life, but it inevitably came up. "We broke up three days ago. He slept with some floozy when he
flew up to Johannesburg for a business trip. After being with him for 5 years, some skank came into his life for one night and ruined
everything."
I didn't want to refer to Jonathan by name since hearing it made
me want to vomit. "I'm so sorry, Anne. Men are such jerks. Glad I kept my distance
from them and didn't get involved in a relationship. Disgusting
pigs."
I was glad that Sarah and I were on the same page. After breaking
up with Jonathan, I wanted to seek solace in a woman's arms
because thinking about men had made me squeamish. I returned
Sarah's smile. She had no idea that I wanted to kiss her several times
when we lay in our dorm bed. Her room was across the hall, and she
slept in my bed whenever one of us felt lonely. Look at her. She's so beautiful. Wonder what it would be like to
press my lips against hers. She's got such soft skin. Ugh, how nice it
would feel to have her touch me just for one night. "Are you back for good?" I asked. "No. Just visiting. I've got another two weeks."
"Then, we need to make the most of it." We spent every day with each other. Cape Town was wonderful in
the summer, so we went shopping during the day and spent the night
dining. When Sarah and I gazed in each other's eyes numerous times, I wondered if she ever thought about me in the way I did her. We
held hands as we walked out of the restaurant to the car. She hugged me at my place and said, "I love you."
"I love you, too." Sarah flashed her eyebrows, seeing me look at her lips. "Can't
wait to see you tomorrow," she said. My energy plummeted, and I felt like somebody had pulled the
rug under my feet. I wanted Sarah to give me a sign that she wanted
me to kiss her. Before going to bed, I googled 'bisexual woman' and hoped that
useful information would help me to make a move. Most of the
authors were men, so I didn't bother reading the articles. The closer Sarah's departure approached, the more frustrated I
became. Maybe I should tell her. Who knows, she could've been
waiting for me to make a move because she's shy? What if that's not
the case? What if she freaks out and doesn't wanna be my friend
anymore?
The night before her flight, Sarah took me out to dinner. It was
wonderful as always, but it got better when we saw that they were
setting up a karaoke machine. The manager approached our table and asked, "How's the meal, ladies?"
"Great," I said. "I see you've set up a karaoke machine."
"You're welcome to give it a shot."
"Should we?" Sarah asked me. Wednesday was karaoke night when we were at varsity. We
hadn't missed a single night for the four years we spent on campus, and we got the nicknames Karaoke Queens. "Just like old times," I said. We were the first on stage and sang Ordinary World by Duran
Duran. Sarah and I had our arms around each other during the song, and we swayed. After the song, everyone at the restaurant applauded. We went to
our booth and rubbed shoulders while gazing in each other's eyes. Sarah squeezed my hand. Now's the perfect time. I leaned in. "Everything okay?" interrupted the waiter. "Yes, we're fine. Thank you," I said. Sarah shifted slightly back, making me believe that she became
shy after the interruption. I knew that my chances with her would
improve if we were alone. "Let's go check out photos at my place. There are some I haven't shown you."
Our legs rubbed on the couch. I handed her a glass of wine and
flipped the pages of an album that I had kept since our varsity days. She was amazed at how much time we had spent together and how
close we had gotten. When Sarah's glass emptied, I refilled it. She laughed when she saw the picture of us at the pyjama party. Sarah put her hand on my leg and leaned into me as she laughed. It's
now or never. She's going away tomorrow, and who knows when
we're going to see each other again?
"There's something I have to tell you," I said. "I've had several
needs in my life that have been taken care of, but there's one that
hasn't. It's something that I've kept hidden my entire life, even from
you. I'm a woman who likes men, but I'm also into women." Sarah's eyes widened as she raised her eyebrows and compressed
her lips. "And that's not all," I said. I lowered my gaze and took a
deep breath. "I've had the hots for you since we were at varsity, and
I always wondered what it would be like to kiss you." She gulped. "I'm just gonna go for it," I said and kissed her. Sarah kept her lips compressed, but she relaxed after I kept my
lips pressed against hers and rubbed her breast. Our tongues swirled
in each other's mouths. I pressed her shoulder so that she would
recline on the sofa, and I hovered over her and unbuttoned her shirt
before slipping off her bra and sucking her tits. Sarah raised her leg
as I reached up her skirt. I pulled down her g-string and licked her pussy. I loved that she
was wet. As I stuck two fingers inside her, she moaned. While I
licked her clitoris and fingered her, she clutched a fist of my hair
and screamed. Being with her allowed me to express what I had
suppressed for more than 15 years, making my shoulders relax and
setting my mind free. It's like the shackles had come off, and I was
free to roam. My left hand slid over her abdomen and squeezed her tit. Sarah
grabbed my wrist and sucked my finger. She pushed me onto my
back and pulled off my g-string before licking my pussy. I arched my back and closed my eyes before she gave me three orgasms. My
legs were wide open as she tapped her fingers on my pussy. Her head rattled as she waggled her tongue around my pussy
before sucking it. I sputtered moans when I reached another climax, then squirted. My leg shuddered while the liquid shot out of my
pussy. Sarah smiled. She rested her head on my chest, and I stroked
her back and kissed her head. We cuddled in the morning before taking a shower. After Sarah got
dressed, she pulled out a hair comb from her purse. I stood next to
her and peeked inside. "I see you got condoms," I said. "Ya. You never know when you might need them."
I chuckled. "Good thing you won't use them since you're not
having sex with men." Sarah looked down. "You're not sleeping
with men, are you?"
"A couple of times in the U.K. and once when I got back."
I gaped. "What about them being disgusting pigs? And you said
that you had never gotten involved with them."
"Not in a relationship, but every girl needs dick sometimes. Come
on, Anne. Even you crave it once in a while."
"So, you've been back for two weeks, and you already slept with
some guy," I said. "He was a jerk but unbelievable in bed. I mean, really good." She
rolled her eyes. "Blew my mind. The only turn-off was him
mentioning feeling regret before we did it because he had a
girlfriend. He even said that we shouldn't do it, but I was in the
mood for dick."
"Pity, Jonathan didn't feel regret before he cheated on me."
"Your ex's name was Jonathan?" asked Sarah. "Yes."
"This guy was also called Jonathan."
I recalculated the timeline of his cheating and when Sarah had
returned before showing her a picture of Jonathan.
"Oopsie," she said. "You bitch."
