In my mid-twenties I worked at a fun-themed restaurant and bar in Oxford called Blacks. Depending on the season or occasion, the decor of the whole place and the waitresses’ uniforms were set out to suit. The uniforms were always cute and sexy pleated miniskirts with white blouse tops. Christmas was red and white, Easter pink and pale blue, Halloween black and orange, October Fest green and white, Schools Out tartan and w...

After a few more moments of silence, Jennifer re-entered the bedroom alone, lying down beside me on her side propping herself up with her left elbow. “So, what are you waiting for, my little kitten?” she asked. “I wasn’t and I’m still not sure what I’m waiting for,” I answered having already turned my head to face her. “It was a test, Nathan, Lee and Damon are not about to turn up and shove their dicks into you, they were...

Our texts during the week developed into something more promising. Instead of just being a build-up to another pretty much sex-only date, Jennifer had decided on us having an evening out with some of her friends. Wonderful, I thought, we have progressed, she’s introducing me to some of her friends. I arrived as planned with my overnight case early on Saturday evening. We were going to meet her friends in a wine bar then g...

“Shopping, what for and what do you mean by, playing in public?” “Do you have any sex toys?” she asked, moving very close to me so our noses almost touched. “Well no, I don’t.” “Ha, that doesn’t surprise me. You ought to have some, what do you masturbate with?” “My fingers,” I answered awkwardly. We remained nose to nose, her eyes staring into mine. She moved her hand up under my dress and started lightly scratching my cl...

It wasn't an average week, more emotionally varied than normal. Sometimes I thought of myself as abnormal, "I'm a girl, girls go with boys and I've been with a few of them in my past." How did this ever happen? Other times I thought about: Why did it happen so quickly? Normally, I would expect to go on a few dates before there was any sex. Embarrassment also afflicted me at times, making me wish it hadn’t happened. I comp...

Before we reached Jennifer's bedroom, she stopped. "No, I've had a change of mind," she said, steering me in a different direction. "We're going to the Loo," She giggled ushering me into a small independent toilet, separate from the main bathroom. "Let's pretend we're back on the train," She exclaimed, placing her finger on her chin in thought. "On a long journey, I would have had the opportunity to follow you to the loo,...

My experience with Jennifer caused me a few sleepless nights. My thoughts were steeped in self-denial, kidding myself that my impulsive attraction to her girlish flirting was so out of character for me that it must have more to do with my imagination than an actual event. I wouldn’t do that but in reality, I did. She was pretty in a girly kind of way, I knew her name was Jennifer (Probably Jen or Jenny to her friends) and...

When it came to my sexual preferences I never considered myself to be anything but straight. Sure, I looked at women, I admired their beauty, studied their hairstyle, clothes, shoes, make-up, but there was never the slightest spark of sexual or romantic interest. In the summer of 2015 something happened with no prior warning or build-up of self-doubt that freaked me out. I was suddenly thrown into a sexual confusion where...