LeZ 'B' GirlZ

Take my hand, and lead me on...oh the joy of pussy.

We got to where Marty lives. By the time we got there it was snowing ferociously, and I was starting to freeze to the bones. He opened the door and let us in. His flat-mate, Patrick was lying on the couch watching the Green Mile. Patrick looked up at me and said,
“I know you.”
And that is where I pointed back to him and replied,
“I know you too,” adding to that, “you never saw me here, I was never here.” You are curious as to why I said that right? Well you see Patrick goes to the college I work at, and I am not supposed to be fraternizing with the students. Well truth be told it’s not that I am not suppose to be fraternizing with them, it’s more that I am not suppose to be sleeping with them I could lose my job. Which by the way I think is totally silly. So yes I have seen Patrick around campus and he is totally hot, now that I am actually talking to him, my mind is already working on ways I can get him in bed with me, or at least have some sexual flirtation with him.

Now that we were all introduced to Patrick, we each took a seat. Arenna sitting next to me, Lizzie sitting next to Patrick, and Marty sitting alone in a single chair. So just to give you a visual picture, we were seated in a circle, Marty, Arenna, me, Patrick and Lizzie. An instigated concoction.
At this point Patrick started rolling a joint, which reminded me of my trip to Amsterdam, that I started telling. How much fun I had in Amsterdam with my friend Colin, and how the weed in Amsterdam is so strong. You see my friend Colin and I had taken the ferry and the train to Amsterdam from London, it was so cheap, but it took us a while to get there. When we did get there the first thing we did was go to a coffee shop to get some weed. Sitting at the counter of the shop I proceeded to tell the young lady that I wanted the weakest weed she had, but what she gave me blew my mind away I found myself sitting in an alleyway for half an hour wondering how am I going to get up.
Of course Patrick reassured me that this one is good and won’t kill me. I took the joint from him, put it to my mouth and had a long drag filling my lungs with it before slowly releasing the smoke from my mouth, and then I passed it to the right, to Arenna. After, Arenna passed the joint to Marty then she began telling her stories, mainly of girl on girl actions. She would not stop; it was like she was obsessed with it all. Lizzie of course was more than happy to hear all of it, Marty maybe not so much, as for Patrick he didn’t care he was just enjoying himself. Things kind of went on a normally, until Arenna wanted to show us how long her tongue is. And boy is it long. She can touch the tip of her nose with her own tongue, folds it in two and wiggle it in every direction. That is everyone’s oral wet dream. There was an explosion of erotic images going through my mind of the things that could be done to me with a tongue like that. I was grabbing on to the chair. I looked at Lizzie, and she went from being bouche bee, to having a wicked smile on her face.
The fun did not stop there because Arenna stated that she does not like the idea of going down on a girl she had never done it before and of course I in my drunken state proceeded, to explain how much she was missing out and how good pussy was. I believe that this is how the scene played out.
I took Arenna’s hand into mine and said, ‘my dear sweet child, do you know the joy, the indescribable good taste, the perfume. Take anything in this world, anything that gives you pleasure and multiply that by ten. There is nothing and I say nothing compared to the pussy. Nothing sweeter than the pussy, it makes my mouth water just thinking about it. So if I have one thing to say to you is you better get yourself some pussy.’
Obviously, Lizzie is shaking her head, but not out of disbelief, she is shaking it because that would be just the crazy type of shit that I would do. In other words that is so me.
Now if you think that was not crazy enough, we ended up talking tattoos, where Arenna showed her tattoo on her right rib cage. She just whipped it out just like that. I couldn’t say anything. In any case at that point we were pretty much all drunk and high, Marty had us doing vodka shots. She also showed us the tattoo on right hip. One of them was in Spanish, I can’t remember which one but Lizzie and I could not stop when we saw it, we laughed our asses off. Now the Spanish thing is a joke that I will tell you about in a later episode. But man, life is just full of surprises, and irony. Like I said by this time we were pretty drunk and stoned. Arenna heard the word Baileys and headed to the kitchen. Marty followed her and before you know it the lights were off and one can only assume what was happening in there. Patrick kept trying to get me to go in the kitchen to disturb them, but I didn’t want to get in the middle of that. I just shouted from the sofa; that I was now stretched out on. Marty and Arenna came out after a few minutes with more vodka shots. Lizzie was pissed as in angry even though she did a great job hiding it.
After a few minutes while Patrick and I were trying to get a good song on and Lizzie was criticizing the fact that I destroy the lyrics to every song I know, which is quite true. Marty went to the bathroom, and Arenna went back to the kitchen to get more to drink. Lizzie used the opportunity to get Arenna alone. Now I don’t know exactly what happened in there, but I was told after the fact that it involved a lot of kissing and tongue fighting and groping. In other words the girls were getting it on.
When Lizzie and Arenna came out of the kitchen Patrick had a smile on his face he knew what was going on, and he could easily guess that Marty wanted Arenna. The whole thing made him laugh. At that moment Marty comes out of the bathroom. I stood up saying I think it’s time to leave, so we got our stuff together called a taxi and went outside to wait for it. When we got to the gate, Marty realized he forgot the keys so he went back in. The girls wasted no time and started kissing each other again. I thought I should just give them some time alone. But then Marty came back out, the gates were open. We waited for the taxi under the snow. By this time Arenna was drunk out of her head.
We got out of the taxi at Baker Street. The girls were holding hands, flirting. Then Lizzie kissed her, it was heated...then Lizzie blurts out, in a whisper and a heavy breath, "Fuck..." and Arenna exhaled and continued to kiss Lizzie. We arrived at Baker Street, got out of the taxi and said goodnight to Arenna who took the taxi home. And we proceeded to make our own way home by using the N18 bus.

This ends the night Arenna and Lizzie met for the first time. But the story does not end here.

End of chapter 1 of LeZ ‘B’ GirLs
TO BE CONTINUED

Lez 'B' Girls-Volunteering is talking non-stop.

When I left you we were on our way to meet arena, walking up Baker Street, following this girl Lizzie saw in the underground that she thinks is sexy. Personally I didn`t find her sexy at all, but you know what they say about beauty right?
We got to this pub called the volunteer just past the Sherlock holms museum on Baker Street. The volunteer is like an old English pub where lots of rich students from the university nearby hangs out, hence why Arenna was there in the first place.
Lizzie just kept walking when I told her that she just like totally missed the entrance to the pub. I think that she was so excited to meet Arenna that she had no idea what was going on. Oh did I tell you that they were texting each other all week long? Also Lizzie was dying to find out if she was gay or not? So of course my job was to use my gaydar to tell her if she has the green light or not.
We step into the bar, out of the cold of the winter’s night, scanned the place and laid eyes on a guy and a young lady at the right end of the bar.
I have to say, wow. Let me say that again WOW. You didn’t get it the first time? Try this WOW WOW WOW, AROUGAAAAAA. Just imagine the wolf in a Tex Avery cartoon when he sees a hot chick. You know the one where his eyes bulges out of his head and his tongue runs a mile out of his mouth, ya that image right there is the reaction when you see Arenna for the first time.
So we went up to them said hello, well actually Lizzie introduce me to Arenna and Arenna introduce me to the guy who`s name was Marty. Arenna is about 5’5 with wavy long brown hair, sweet face and a beautiful smile. She was wearing this one peace purple dress with an elastic belt that enhances her hips and curves which are perfectly proportioned. All this finished with the, and I hold my breath here, ‘fuck me boots’. I’ll explain what are ‘fuck me boots’ later.
Anyway all introductions done, we ordered drinks and it began. Arenna would not stop talking, I suspected that it’s because she was nervous. But she talked about everything, her currant roommates, and her new job waiting tables, the different slangs used in America and not used in London, and so on, and so on.
Ok seriously let’s skip the chit chat bull shit and on to the good stuff, like the fact that I had told Lizzie that she was 60% gay and so on. But where things really started heating up was when the bar was closing. Arenna wanted to go home, I wanted Lizzie to get it on with Arenna, and Marty, poor Marty wanted Arenna so badly, at one point I think he was pissed that we joined them.
Eventually Marty convinces Arenna to come over to his place and she could get a taxi home later. We were invited along with the promise to smoke white widow weed which I think is one of the best there is.
Along the way Arenna as usual never stopped talking, by then it was about how clumsy she was, at which point I compared her to Bella from the twilight series, and she hated me for it. As we walk along under the snow heading to Marty’s place with Arenna light and funny conversation topics, out of the blue, from nowhere she asks Lizzie, ‘are you gay?’
Completely taken aback, Lizzie actually took a pause before saying, yes. I was flabbergasted asking, ‘where the hell did that come from, totally laughing my ass off. Arenna adds to that and I quote, ‘cool, I swing both ways.’
At that point I looked at Lizzie hinting that I think she answered our question, and Marty, poor poor Marty, totally embarrassed squeaks out, ‘well I am straight!’

TO BE CONTINUED

The LeZ 'B' Girl

I think I did it again:

This is the story of a friend of mines, a semi fiction of course. In other words the names of the people are changed but everything else is the truth nothing but the truth so help me god.

Tuesday night, it’s cold as hell in London and Lizzie and I decided we had to get out of the house. personally I couldn't give a rats arse, its winter and like I said cold as hell I was quite happy hibernating, but when a little munch kin of a lesbian tells you, that you need to get out of the house, you get out.
Lizzie has that punk boy type of hairstyle. If anyone of you had seen The L word, then think Shane and you see almost exactly what Lizzie looks like. Except her Brest are bigger than Shane’s and she is a bit shorter as well, all in all quite a beautiful girl and of curse a real chick magnet.
it just so happens that for some reason Lizzie attracts only the straight girls, and honestly it’s not like she doesn`t get lucky because she always ends up in bed with them, it’s just that they are straight as hell, yet still she ends up sleeping with them. Confused? Well so am I.
Anyway back to the original story line.
We went out to this bar in Camden market called proud. Very cool place, there was a large sitting area with beaten up sofa lots of old pictures of Blondie on the wall, all very artsy, a stage which was pretty cool and beyond that there was the bar and a few private V I P booths. You have to picture this place a remodelled horse stable, because that’s exactly what it was.
I was pretty happy with the place we had a few drinks and watched a few live bands played, by the way the band pink cigar was really good I went head over heels for them it was a good band, and I will give you a minute to reflect on the sexual connotation of their name, pink cigar.
Following the pink cigars was another group so boring that I could not remember their names for the life of me. It was at that point that things started going crazy. Lizzie got a text message from this girl she met at orientation. She had told me about her, Arenna was the name she was going by. The text said, ‘I am at the bar next to college wanna’ join me?’
See how boring the group on stage was we decided ya sure let’s do this. And we did. It took us like 30m to get there, by then it was snowing outside, Lizzie kept hitting on a girl in the underground that we followed all the way to our destination.
Just a fun night as usual, right? You are so far from it; trust me when I say this it will only get better. But I will leave you with this for now.......TO BE CONTINUED