Jolene

Jolene is a bit crazy. In a good way! Maestro and I played with her last night. I met her for the first time for after work drinks at a local watering hole. You know, the kind of pub that’s so hard to find now. Not all pretty and perfect and stylish … just a basic unpretentious pub where you can sit at the bar, have a chat with the bartender (Denis), and meet the regulars.

Jolene was the most fabulous person there (her words) and she didn’t disappoint. Fiery red hair, impossibly high stilettos, and attitude to match. Maestro thought we’d get along well, and maybe because our birthdays are only a day apart, we did. Like a house on fire. She’s a music lover like me, and the conversation just flowed. On our way back to her place, we ended up singing Sweet Jane from The Velvet Underground on the train. Yup – we were those girls. The ones who partied hard before 7:00pm and were just getting started! But hey – I haven’t met anyone in a while who wants to have a serious conversation about Nico’s songs.

Her place didn’t disappoint. Part music museum and backstage theatre – I was mesmerized by her album collection while Jolene and Maestro looked through her costumes, trying to find appropriate dresses for all of us. I ended up wearing a vintage 1940s sexy housewife dress, and she actually got me to put on a pair of stilettos. After teetering and tottering around for a bit, the Montreal-girl in me got my centre of gravity in sync with the shoes.

I figured she wanted Maestro to play with her solo, and I would be the voyeur. He met her alone the first time, and as per our agreement, licked her pussy but didn’t fuck her. So imagine my surprise when she wanted a piece of my pussy, before Maestro’s cock. I didn’t quite know what to think. I’m still not sure I’m that into pussy, but I seem to be a safe target for hetero women who want to play with a woman for the first time. Maybe because I’m still that person myself. I’m really really not into women. And picking up women is still weird. (More about my lessons in picking up women later!) But, you know, under the right circumstances I’ll play. I liked playing with Rachel. So I played with Jolene a bit too.

I find a woman’s tongue on my pussy is just different from a man’s. Softer and gentler. I wouldn’t say it’s better than Maestro, but … different. And a good kind of different. I’ve had a bit of time to ponder the whole pussy thing, and my conclusion is to stop pondering! If the mood strikes me and the opportunity presents itself, then figure it out then. I do find myself missing cock sometimes. Don’t get me wrong – Maestro is the best ever. And it’s not like I haven’t sucked and seen a few others in the past few months. But I sometimes wonder about a threesome with 2 men instead of 2 women.

But I digress … the evening with Jolene was just getting started with our pussy licking! The rest of the evening will be a part 2 …