Epilogue

Summer was slowly coming to an end. Once again, I found myself on the cusp of a new adventure. This time, I was moving out and going to college. Saying I was excited would’ve been an understatement. My bicurious adventure had been over for quite some time and no one in my town was as open or willing as in Renolds’ crazy world.

I was dying for someone – of any gender – to experiment with me.

As I sealed the last of my things away in boxes, a weird, techno song with pulsing beats started to play suspiciously loud. Going to investigate at my window, I found a bright splash of red hair and glowing green eyes.

“Open up!” she mouthed.

“Renolds!” I yelled, throwing open the window. She crawled in and mauled me in a bear hug.

“Oh, Bitch, I’ve missed you so! The apartment’s empty without you!”

“Not like you’re there most of the time anyways.”

“Because I don’t have an excuse anymore. Let me look at you! God, you look ghastly pale. Don’t you ever go outside? Never mind. Have you gotten any?”

I wasn’t even surprised that this was Renolds’ main concern.

“Not even a little.”

“What about that girl? Lika?”

“Turns out she went straight on us.”

“Fuck… I’m sorry… What’s with all the boxes?”

“I’m leaving,” I sighed, “Off to college… Yay…”

“You don’t sound thrilled,” Renolds flopped onto my bare bed.

“Not really. I mean, I want to meet people but I don’t really care to do the school work. Besides, what if I’m stuck in a town filled with prudes again?”

“This is a distinct possibility. Almost always is. Are you going far?”

“Not really.”

“How would you like having a partner there with you? Someone to arrange and find the best parties, meet the hottest – or sluttiest – people. Someone to explore with. It’d be another adventure.”

“You can’t just move…”

“I don’t have anything of interest back at my place. I’m ready to move on. What do you say?”

“Fuck, let’s go!”

“Fantastic! It’ll be another adventure. One of the scholastic nature.”

“Like you’ll do anything academic.”

“Well… I’ll be doing academic people,” Renolds winked and pulled me down onto the bed next to her. We laid side by side, talking and feeling at ease.

It wasn’t an adventure to find love or “the one”. It wasn’t even really an adventure to find the hottest people to fuck. It was an adventure to find the best times and share them together. Sure, we slept together now and then. We slept with other people quite often. But when it came down to it, the two of us were what mattered: the Drunken Duo, making everything more interesting a drink at a time.

And, fuck, our lives were pretty goddamn awesome. Especially when they were twisted together.

The Kiss

I sat on Lika’s bed and watched her spill the contents of her closet. Shimmery green tops and black pants fell beside bright red dresses and skimpy pieces of cloth.

“Fucking closet. There’s nothing in here,” She sighed and looked at me.

“Oh!” she picked up the bright red dress. It was skin tight, like a tube awaiting a victim.

“That’d look good with your skin,” I tried to act like I had a clue, but I really didn’t. So I went back to flipping through her Seventeen magazine.

“I’m too fat for this,” I regarded the entire nothingness of her middle and didn’t question. “It’s for you to wear tonight, Flor.”

“No need to mock me,” I flipped the page absently. Lika threw the dress and it landed on the magazine.

“Wear it!” I sighed and obeyed. I tried not to notice Lika’s lingering eyes, but that’s kind of hard when you’re self consciously sliding into a too tight dress.

“Sexay thang!” she slapped my ass and winked. My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as I wrapped a blanket around myself.

“No! We’re getting you laid in that thing! No covering up your sexy legs!” She kissed my thigh like it was the most normal thing and turned away.

I was super sensitive of every part of my body. My skin was on edge. My lips were tingling. My mind started stirring…

Lika lifted her shirt over her head, sweeping her hair up with it. I looked at her gorgeous, tan bare back. There was a splash of freckles on her right shoulder. I wanted to trace them and kiss them and…

“Staring?” she turned back and raised an eyebrow. I started to stutter, or maybe I just stopped in shock. I wasn’t aware of anything but the warm blood racing through my body.

Lika turned around, showing her bare chest. I caught my breath in surprise. She laughed and crawled onto the bed. She straddled my legs and pinned me down.

“Do you like what you see? I’m sure you do. You want me, don’t you? You little lezzy,” she purred and ran a stray hand down the front of my dress.

I wanted to pull her on top of me and take her, right then. But a sly smile that worked its way across her lips told me this was all a joke. A terrible, cruel joke.

She leaned down and kissed me, full on the lips. Her tongue traced my mouth then she bit my bottom lip and didn’t let go.

“What do you think about that?” I exhaled and closed my eyes. There was nothing I could say that wouldn’t fuck it all up.

“Oh shit! We have to get going,” I hid my face in a pillow as she stripped the rest of her clothes off and put on her slinky black dress.

High School

High School

The day she walked into high school I stopped and stared.

Her name was Malika. She strutted around like she was the most important thing that ever walked the earth. She had honey for hair and caramel for skin. And she probably tasted just as sweet.

That was the first thing I thought when I saw her.  I gawked at her full lips. She gave me these cold icy blue eyes. I literally felt those eyes freeze my blood.

I watched her walk toward me. Her hips swayed like a belly dancer. She was a ball of fucking sunshine. The sarcastic kind. I remember wanting her. I just didn’t realize it at the time.

“I’m Malika,” She said. Her voice was harsh but that didn’t deter from how hot she was. “You can call me Lika.”

“I’m Florence,” I mumbled back at her.

“You’re pretty cute Florence,” she winked and walked away.

I was 16. I should have been old enough to know that there were homosexual couples. I should have even had a gay friend or two. But I never met anyone who was gay. I never even saw two boys or girls hold hands. I was sheltered.

Every book I bought was screened for language (yet I have the mouth of a sailor). Every movie I saw was pre-watched for sexual content. And there was never any talk of anything unconventional or controversial in the house. My parents tried to act like “bad” things didn’t exist. I never even got the sex talk. I had to learn from my older sister.

Anyways. My household was certainly not the place where I would hear about these people. And in my school, it was no better. Everyone was raised like me. You’d think it wouldn’t be that way in modern day. I mean, it’s the 21^st century. People should know more. But I may as well have lived in the Victorian era.

So when this new girl came in, everyone was put a little bit off by her. Lika wasn’t necessarily out. But everyone knew she was different. I’m not saying that you can look at a person and tell that they’re gay. But when a girl is flirting with you, that probably says something (if you’re a girl, anyways).

The next few weeks, Lika would show up at my locker. She’d ask me about my day or tell me a story from English class. I would smile and listen to her. I figured she needed a friend and I was glad to help her with that. In a school where everyone knew each other since kindergarten, it’s hard to be the new girl. Besides, she scared me a bit.

After Lika had been around for a few months, we started hanging out. She told me all about her old school and her old friends. They were having some party. I’d never been to a party and certainly wouldn’t have been allowed to go. With the parents I had, you couldn’t do much.

So, I lied. Naturally. I’m a fairly good liar. It’s a gift that occasionally goes bad. I mean, I stared at girls for three years before it sunk in that I should think about that.

I’m getting sidetracked. I packed up things to spend the night at Lika’s and we went to this party. That was when things got a little topsy-turvey.

The Prologue

Stupid males and their penises.

If they can figure out the complexities of a vagina then certainly I, a woman, can too. It can’t be that hard. Especially if guys who can’t even do a simple math problem have no trouble with females. Then again, they’re driven by their stupid male penises…

Maybe I should reconsider…

Let’s rewind. Bed with girl. Renolds. The Lesbian God(dess). Leaving. The kiss. High school.

I wasn’t always into women, you know. I had my share of boyfriends. Of course by boyfriends, I mean middle school relationships. And by that I mean Mark Fletcher. That lasted two hours. We didn’t even hug.

But I always thought I was straight.

I wanted a guy, a man. The perfect quarterback. Not the head cheerleader. Though, I’m not much for the cheerleaders in my school. They’re rather peppy. And I’m rather… not.

Beside the point. I would boy scout with my friends. My eyes didn’t wander to the hot blonde’s ass. Then when she turned around, I certainly did not look at her perfect breasts...

Okay. I’m lying. But I didn’t realize I did any of those things. Not till much later when I would remember these girls. My mind would name them as “Hot Blonde”, “Sexy Lip Ring”, “Beautiful Blue Eyes”, and the like. When I would think of girls like that, I’d get a little concerned for my stance on love and life. I just never questioned.

It wasn’t until a girl caught me staring and kissed me did I question. But I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Let’s start with the times I should have known.

The Bicurious Times of Florence Lee

Formerly straight Florence Lee has been pushed into a whirlwind of sex, girls, boys and a Lesbian God(dess). It all started with a kiss. Then she found herself at then feet of a glorious knight in shining pleather: Renolds (aka, the Lesbian God(dess)). Renolds saves her from her all-consuming questioning by throwing her into the bisexual mix. This is a story of sexual identity. These are the bicurious times of Florence Lee.
Viewer Descretion is advised: strong language, sexual encounters, homosexuality(which shouldn't have to be a warning but that's another rant for another day), and probably a list of other things to be added at a different date.
Enjoy!
~aerie