If I Am Into Girls, Why Do I Still Need To Be Laid

Following the fire in my college dorm I was given a place off campus in an apartment complex to live. My roommate opted to move back home so for the rest of that semester I had the place to myself. Across the hall lived a couple who were not at the University. It was with them that I had my first sexual experience.

It wasn't the guy who came on to me, it was the girlfriend. She was very matter of fact. She just came out to me and asked me to have sex with her. That day I had to make a decision, say yes and open Pandora's box. Say no, and never know what could have been. So I said yes.

She was really not butch, more like me, exploring. Neither one of us played the aggressor or initiator. We girly kissed, we girly embraced, we girly went down on each other. Until one day I just told her I needed to get laid. Who better than her boyfriend.

And that's where I am. I enjoy the company of a girl, a girly girl. Sexually. But I still need to be laid.