Finding Out I Was One Of Those Girls Who Danced With Other Girls

In college a friend suggested I enter a beauty contest on campus, it was a fundraiser for the women's voting initiative. Get in a two piece, walk around the restaurant, let the men who paid the entrance fee look at you. Walk in this weird way, cock your hip, show off how big your bust was. Not something you would think appropriate for a women's voting group. I won Miss Elegance.

It was only after the contest that this one girl told me that the women who backed the fund raiser that were the ones who promoted the contest. It was those women who wanted to look at college girls in bikinis. Or without bikinis. Hadn't I felt how they looked at me? Their eyes on my butt cheeks, on my boobs, didn't I feel it, how they stared between my legs? I called her a liar.

I got a call a week later, from the lady who had interviewed me. She said I was certainly a very attractive young woman. She wondered if I needed money, they had an opening for a girl to help with the voting initiative, working the booth. A very attractive girl was a great asset for them. I had to wear this sash, Miss Elegance 1982.

I was in the back room when she came in, she hugged me too tight. Patted my cheek and told me how pretty I looked. Asked if I had time she was having a reception at her house and she wanted me to come. It was only women, a couple of other club members and a couple of college age girls. There was wine, and finger foods, and music, and the girls sat next to the women. And the hostess was very nice to me and pulled me into the kitchen where she kissed me square on the lips. When I pulled back she was offended, she kissed me again and told me to behave.

When we walked back to the living room, one couple was dancing, the other was kissing. I realized then I was her date for the evening. I had to hold hands, let her run her hand across my chest, kiss me passionately, pinch my fanny. Cheek to cheek, tops off, breasts in plain view, kissing and groping, her hand up between my legs asking me if I wanted to go to bed with her. The other couples had disappeared to bedrooms, it was just me and her. In her room, she undressed me, undressed herself and made love to me. For all of my life I never knew something like this would happen and why was I still there. But I was, and she was making love to me.

I was one of those girls, the ones that like other girls, not older women, girls my age. I didn't know it. Nor did I know till later that my friend who encouraged me to model was one of those girls too.