1 - J A N E & D A V I N A
“When guys talk about sex, eyebrows don’t get raised. It’s different for girls” - Lauren Myracle.
Where the fuck did you get yourself into this time again, Jane?
I had broken up with my asshole piece of shit ex-boyfriend, who on top of all the rest of the BS he put me through also put his hands on me when we had our last fight and that was where I drew the line, kicking his sorry ass out of my life.
My parents never cared enough about me to the level of importance of confiding in them about this. I was just one more of our clan to study her butt off just so I could take good grades home, anything under a 8 out of 10 wouldn’t cut it. When I finally got to college, I let a bit loose and got hold of my life. There was more to it than just being holed up in my dorm and stare at formulas and graphs all day.
I started going to bars, meeting people outside of campus and to put it in other words, started living. I have had boyfriends before, it was okay, as long as it didn’t jeopardize my grades. I could go out with a few friends but I always had a curfew, a ridiculous notion to some of the people I hang out with. Not holding up to the rules imposed upon me by my parents, not getting grades down and being home when they told me, resulted in giving up the little bit of liberty I had gained through all those years.
When I got to college, I was one hour away from my hometown and by myself. Time to get to know myself and the nagging feeling in my stomach that I wasn’t normal. I knew I was bisexual for some time now, after going through a lot of soulsearching and doubts about my sexuality, and into some kinky stuff from time to time.
I wasn’t anything close to a saint and I had done some crazy shit in the past but this was a whole new level.
A couple of days back I went to get drinks with Davina. She had grown the balls to fess up to her teenage sweetheart that a cock alone would never do it for her, even if she loved him with all her being. She walked out of the closet with her head held high and proud that she was a lesbian. The shame of it that she would never have the courage to own it up to her parents, who were the most stuck up catholics I have ever encountered.
Davina would never come clean to them, but she didn’t mind, saying that the relationship with them would never be close enough to talk about shit like this or they would drag her to a priest and perform an exorcism or something on her.
She said she owed it to herself to be honest and that she shouldn’t care about what everyone thought about her. Her life was hers and she waited long enough to be true to herself.
I admired her, she wasn’t a BS-type of girl and if something was bothering me I better be clear with her about it or she would definitely drag it out of me. Davina was hard headed that way.
Sipping on some drinks she came clean to me that after everything her ex was coming down to terms with everything that went on between them and he finally left her off the hook. He didn’t believe her at first but then they talked a long time and he understood and even encouraged her.
After our two failed relationships we both had a couple of flings but not really worthy enough to write about it, know what I mean? We always confided in each other, because none of our ‘homes’ were supportive.
And so, after a while of complaining about the male and female population around campus she came up with an idea.
“Why don’t we scratch each other’s itch?” she proposed.
I first thought she was joking, we had a type of humor not everyone flavoured. She was serious about it. Explaining that we both could get off and if we kept it casual and just about sex, we didn’t need to worry about anything between us going awry.
So, here I was, in my dorm, waiting for Davina to arrive. She lived with her parents, so whatever we were going to do, wasn’t going to happen in that house. I imagined Christ on a cross above her bed staring at me while I was giving her head and it gave me fucking chills.
A firm knock on the door and I felt my legs turn into jelly. What the hell was I so afraid of? It was just sex with a friend, no strings attached. We would each get what we needed and move on.