| STORY DESCRIPTION Still feeling a little overwhelmed, Sandra queried, "So, are you a?"
"Lesbian," Patti stared right into Sandra's eyes, serious. "I think you might call me pansexual."
"Meaning??"
"I am attracted to attractiveness is the easiest way to say it. Gender and race do not enter my mind when I'm attracted to someone. Pansexual. And," she patted Sandra's leg again, "Since we're already sharing our deepest, darkest secrets, which way do you lean, Sandra?" Again, Patti looked directly into her eyes, still serious.
"Oh, straight, definitely," Sandra waved it off like it was obvious. "I'm only attracted to boys."
"You've never made out with a girl? Maybe played kissing games at a slumber party? That's the kind of stuff we research in Gender Studies."
"Oh, no. Really, you study that?" she thought for a minute. "Well, you know, practicing kissing, spin the bottle, slumber party games. Everyone goes through that, right?"
"In general, yes. Also, masturbation, sensual massage, and experimental teasing. Boys do it, too, it's just expressed more as masculine exploration." Patti's hand on Sandra's thigh started to rub in small circles, squeezing lightly.
Thank God for her summer tan because Sandra was sure she was blushing. "Well, uh, yes. I mean, we played some of those silly games?" |
