happy fucking new year!!!

it was two days ago that i received a voice message from an old friend, asking about plans for the weekend. this was completely out of the blue, as i hadn’t spoken to her in about three months.

“hi, this is sepia, just calling to see if you wanted to do something tonight or this weekend. call me.”

now sepia was practically engaged, co-habitating with this guy she met right out of college. but i happened to know she had a freakier side.

one that involved women.

lots of women, but discretely. it wasn’t something known to our classmates, both from high school and in college, but i knew years ago.

only because of an “interest” email she sent with her full name attached.

suffice it to say, she floored me. i didn’t know she swung that way. and i didn’t reply.

but now that i had this handy little information (and she didn’t know jack about my love for the ladies), i figured what the hell. i hadn’t hung out with sepia in a minute and it might be kinda cool to hang out with someone i’ve known for almost 12 years. after we graduated college, we kept in touch through the occasional email or im, but for the most part, it would give us a chance to catch up.

i call her back and we decide to simply go out to dinner and play it by ear afterwards.

sepia and i had a great time at dinner that next night, gabbing and laughing and like reunited old chums. hell, we practically lived in the same town all our lives. went to the same high school and college. we even fucked the same dude back when i was dating dudes. (long story, but we kinda became friends after we figured out we were both be played by the guy. and one wonders how i became a lesbian!)

so now it’s after dinner, and we’re trying to figure out what to do next. We decide on a bar, where we could get drinks and kick back. nothing like a few drinks to get you all loose as a goose. it’s then that we talk about sex and men – or at least her talk about men. it’s also where i came out to her.

we were discussing the freakiest place we’ve have sex, when i was simply, “sepia, you know i date women?” sometimes you simply have to lay your cards on the table, especially when you get tired of the pronoun game: trading “she” for “he,” using “their” instead of “her,” and so on.

“oh really,” sepia says. “like exclusively?”

“yeah. the last time i dated a man was almost 10 years ago,” i say.

“oh, okay,” she says, with a little intrigue in her eyes.

that’s when we discuss her first time with a woman. and mine.

and then we go to a dance club next door.

now i must say that my girl sepia is working with a lot. her breasts are divine. she’s more endowed than me – and i’m a dd. got some booty, too, but not as much as yours truly.

so we’re dancing in a club where the crowd is mixed, but they’re definitely playing more of our kind of music: 50 cent, luke, gwen. after a hitting about five songs, we take seats and sepia lights up. we’re seat dancing, too, especially when that atrocity, “my humps” comes on. as much as I hate it, the song does make you wanna dance. this guy next to us, who had been watching us for a while, makes us both get out of our seats to dance with him. he looked like a member of (ugly) pretty ricky, sprouted messy dreads, but hey, it’s new years and i’m in an excellent mood. my cell phone keeps going off in my pocket with wishes for the new year, from people even i’m surprised to hear from.

we both get up, up on each other and this stranger, where he’s in heaven dancing with two voluptuous women. because before us, he wasn’t getting any play. while i’m unfortunately feeling his dick against my ass, i’m trying to hold on tight to sepia. i wrapped my arm around her waist and try to pull her closer to me. poor guy, he doesn’t even realize i could care less that his erection (a small one at that) is poking against my booty. i was busy looking at sepia’s derrière.

all that grinding made me wish my period hadn’t come on that morning. but alas, who knows?

we simply ended the first morning of 2006 with promises to get together more often.