The room was spinning around me as I slowly slipped my shorts off and tossed them to the side of the bed. I looked down at Hannah and slowly saw the smile creep across her face as she shook her head suggestively. It was in this moment that I wondered how I had gotten this far with one of my childhood friends in my parents’ bed.
It was the summer before my first semester of college, and my house was practically shaking as my friends blasted Childish Gambino remixes. Most of us were leaving for college in fewer than ten days, and my parents were on a trip to Vegas. This was a recipe for a killer final house party. We played various drinking games until practically all of us had won a round. After a few people went outside to smoke a cigarette, Hannah and I made our way to the couch. I plopped down next to her, feeling the alcohol creep up on me. We talked about how much we were going to miss each other as I was leaving for an out of state college, and she was staying behind. We reminisced on the good times we’d had together, notoriously sneaking around gas stations with our ridiculously fake IDs to buy Lime-A-Ritas. We had made a lot of memories together in high school, but none like the one we were about to make.
The alcohol coupled with the nostalgia put a dangerous electricity in the air. After eyeing each other down for a few long minutes and giggling when we caught each other staring, we caved in and dove straight in for a kiss. Hannah had already had a girl on girl experience before, but with her, everything was new and uncharted. As things on the couch progressed, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. Do I go in first? Will she because she’s the experienced one? Do I even want to?
Drunk, horny, and not wanting to deal with any bullshit, we scurried into my designated sex lair, my parents’ room, which I had deemed my personal drunk hookup room. Although I was new to the Ellen concept, things were fast paced and it was heating up faster than Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman in Black Swan. I slipped off my floral shorts and felt the air thicken as she flipped me over and began going down on me. I went numb as she pulsed my lady flower with her buzzing tongue repeatedly. As I reached the moment of climax, I saw the world twirl around me as moments of pure ecstasy and bliss combined and overtook my body. In all actuality I was just screaming something along the lines of “ohhh fuck yeaaah.” After reciprocating with Hannah and some gentle foreplay, we decided to return to the party to compete in another beer pong tournament.
Just like that, my one and only lesbian encounter was over and I went back to my life. I guess for some people, girl-on-girl experimentation comes freshman year, but for me it happened the summer before college. Regardless of the timing, our encounter may be over, but the hickeys live on forever (okay a solid week)..
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