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I had always been straight. I never really remember thinking about it (except as I mentioned earlier in the blog – while at sleepovers I would wonder “Are any of the other girls thinking about other girls the way I am…”). It came as a surprise to me when I became attracted to another dancer. Her name was Terry and she had lovely straight brown hair, green eyes, great long legs and a smattering of freckles all over. I thought she was perfect. She was very smart, sexy, attentive and had the best smile I had ever seen. I loved to watch her dance on stage. Her whole presence was sophisticated and smart. Her mind was incredible (I realize I have called her smart in two different places so far). She was the first communist I ever met and she loved to tease me.

One night as she came off stage after a sexy dance with a large feather, I was waiting to go on after her. She handed me her feather, kissed me gently and said, “Don’t get it wet, Sweetie”. Well I became wet instantly! I knew I wanted her but I didn’t really know what it was I wanted. I did know that to lie in her arms would be paradise but as for the rest, I had not a clue. I approached the “problem” like I approach most things – 1. Name the issue. 2. Research possible solutions. 3. Act on the research to resolve the issue. So – I went to some women’s bookstores and bought a few books on lesbianism. Talked to a few lesbians (a surprisingly large percentage of the exotic dancers I worked with were lesbians or bisexual). I was still nervous. I did not want her to be my first. I wanted to make sure I could “do it” first.

In the meantime, the owner of the clubs where I danced asked me to manage one of his clubs in the suburbs. It was a Swing Club. Dancers would perform before men who had come to the club to find dates (translate that to prostitutes we hooked them up with) and couples who came to the club to find other couples or singles to “swing” with them. This was the early seventies, remember, the height of the sexual revolution. Swing clubs and parties could be found in most larger cities and even in some smaller towns. Knowing I had this issue to resolve with Terry, I kept my eyes open for a way to resolve it.

One night the resolution walked into the club. A lovely, very feminine woman with long blond hair and a tall, handsome man entered and told me they were looking for a woman to swing with. The woman said she was curious but had never slept with a woman and the man – like all men, as I have since discovered- wanted to go to bed with two women. I was very hot, myself, at that time with long golden wavey hair, a pretty face, large breasts and a small waist and a nice firm body. I knew they would welcome me to their bed so that is just what I did. I went home with them and discovered I could, indeed “do it” and enjoyed it very much. It seemed perfectly natural to me to lick her lovely pink pussy (and yes, she was a natural blond). It felt wonderful to be embraced by those soft, silky arms and kissed by those lucious, sensual lips. She was a dream. I could hardly believe I had gotten so lucky. He, on the other hand was a real Cecil B. DeMille. He wanted to direct the entire episode. “You do this – now you do that.” His lovely wife and I kept finding ways to send him out of the room – “Get us a glass of water, please.”, so we could ravish each other. Her breasts were large and beautiful, her blue eyes were full of pleasure and her moans were intoxicating. I left their home reluctantly and never went back. Like the man to whom I gave my virginity, I wanted to accomplish something. I did and then moved on . I wonder about her sometimes. Did she stay with Mr. Demille or did she give herself over to her feelings? Is she a straight married woman or a lesbian woman in the world today? Does she ever think about that night – that incredible night? Does she remember it with the fondness that I do? Does she still have that soft, lucious, beautiful body that was so pleased to be touched and licked so many years ago? I will never know – unless she reads this blog and contacts me. Whether she does or not – I wish her well and hope she has had as happy a life as I have had…

I never slept with the woman who started the whole thing – Terry, but I have very fond memories of her, as well and wish for her only the best of what life has to offer.