Part 2

This post is R-rated. I mean it.

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I laid on the bed covered under the blanket. The room was dark and the window was not closed entirely, leaving the coldness of the wind penetrating into my skin. There were loud music and conversations going on outside the room. Even though I could still feel the effects of the alcohol in my body, my mind was suddenly very clear. It felt strange to be naked, with so many people in the house.

"What is going to happen to our friendship? What is S going to say? Am I gonna tell him?"

I thought for a while.

"No, I'm not gonna let this happen."

I searched for my pullover and sweat pants which were scattered all over the carpeted floor. After I put them on, i laid back on the bed and once again covered myself with the blanket. It was seven degrees outside.

The door opened and I saw two persons coming into the room. Or rather, I saw one person dragging another one into the room. I couldn't see their faces clearly, but I could make out who they were. The person being dragged was E, and I could sense that he was very reluctant to do this.

..... "I'll get E to join in." .....

Meanwhile, M was trying to convince him. She was trying hard. I could see her trying to undo his buttons as E struggled. And she kept mumbling something into his ears.

E and I had been friends for quite a while. We spent a lot of time together playing mahjong, clubbing and skipping lectures and so on. He was not ready to ruin our friendship with this. Neither was I.

I pretended to be falling asleep as I rolled over to the side of the bed. Then I said "erm ... you guys can use my bed if you want." I didn't know what I was thinking.

After M's failed attempts to strip E, I suddenly stood up and walked towards the door. It was getting very uncomfortable to be there. It was even more uncomfortable when I realised that M had gotten naked. Again.

I opened the door and went into the bathroom to wash my face with the cold water. I stood in front of the basin and tried to recall what happened earlier.

I couldn't recall how many bottles of hard liquor were being consumed. Neither could I remember the cans of beer that went into the trash. All I remembered was a lot of alcohol. There were about thirty of us in the living room as we played stupid drinking games which made some of us even more drunk than ever.

As usual, M got really physical with me. She would always get physical whenever she got drunk. I don't know why. I guess she (and I) had always been curious what it was like being with the same gender. Then I remembered being led into my room by M.

The kiss was passionate. She went on to neck me before removing my pullover. With the light coming in through the window, I could see her pull her sweater over her head, exposing her petite bosoms. They were not much to grab but she sure had a lot of fun playing with mine. It definitely took me by surprise when she pulled down my pants with my underwear in it. I was too intoxicated to resist yet part of me wanted to know what it was like.

I saw her head moving from my chest to the tummy. Then she went down on me. I can't deny that it was pleasurable and she knew what she was doing.

After a while, she crawled back up and whispered into my ear.

"How was it?"

I let out a laugh. I didn't know how to answer.

We went on kissing and as my hand got into her pants. She moaned softly. Yet strangely, I wasn't getting really turned on. I was more fascinated by what I was doing. So many times, I had this done to by S and it was most pleasurable. Naturally, I was hoping to apply the same kind of pleasure on M.

However, I soon got tired of it and I just stopped completely. I laid on the bed, naked and silent. M nudged me, asking if anything was wrong. Once again, I didn't know what to say.

"Nothing. I'm just bored."

I guess there wasn't the most appropriate thing to say. I mean, this girl just went down me! If I'm a guy, I'll never get laid again. But this remark of mine spurred M to invite a third party to join in.

"I'll get E to join in."

Certainly that wasn't the smartest thing to do. Which is why, up till now, I am still glad that I did not go ahead with that idea. And I am even more glad that E, in respect of the friendship that we had, wasn't keen to participate in what I can only describe as a impulsive act under the influence of alcohol.

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Now, I would like to state for the record that I am not a lesbian. Curiosity about the same gender is something that exists in many women. It's a matter of whether you choose to satisfy this curiosity.