by Jean Roberta
Here is a little flasher I wrote about a kind of messy triangle:
The woman I met in the gay bar is sitting on my hide-a-bed, the place where I sleep. She calls herself a dyke, but I suspect it would be rude of me to call her that.
“How do you like to do it?” She is smiling, licking her lips.
I don’t know how I like to do it with a woman, underneath a woman, on top of a woman. Or a dyke. Whatever. “I never did this before,” I blurt. I feel mortified.
She looks delighted. “Oh, I’m gonna love this,” she promises, wrapping me in her arms. Her lips are hot. Her hands feel careful but determined.
“Mom!” My four-year-old is awake. “I hear noises! I think an animal is in our house!”
“There’s no animal in our house, honey. Go back to sleep.”
“I’m scared!”
“Sorry,” I mumble, standing up. I go to my daughter’s bedroom, and find her sitting up, wide-eyed.
“Why can’t that man or lady go home?”
“It’s okay,” I insist. I’m not convinced. “You sometimes have a friend stay for the night. I can have a friend stay with me.”
“No.”
Grown-up laughter wafts in: dyke-language competes with child-language. I have to multi-task.
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I'll say more tomorrow.
This is a marvelously tangled/intimate scenario/trichtomy. Like a dichotomy, but three.
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That's supposed to be trichotomy.
DeleteThanks for commenting, Daddy X. I planned to say more, but too many other obligations got in the way. My spouse's prima (cousin) is visiting us from Chile, and she doesn't speak a word of English. (Ninguna palabra en ingles!) I could say more, but autocorrect won't let me.
DeleteJean, I feel like I've read some fragment of this before, but I'm curious to hear the rest of what you planned to say whenever you have the time (even if it's another topic in the future). Hope the visit goes well! :D
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