The canna orgy that changed my life

This orgy was the first time I had unquestionable sex with another woman. The first time, to put it crudely, that I put my tongue on another woman’s pussy.

It happened more or less spontaneously. Or at least without any planning on my part. My boyfriend and I were hanging out on the steps of the student union, when these three girls came up to us with a joint in their hands, said they were putting together an orgy and asked if we wanted to join them. The girls were sort of renowned on campus for being and it only took a couple of seconds for me and my boyfriend to arrive at an enthusiastic yes.

They said they needed a couple/few more people and asked if we could round up anybody. We decided to give them a shot.

We got there and immediately smoked some weed to get more confortable. Is not easy to jump in a orgy for the first time…

There is nothing quite like walking into a dorm room with six naked people having sex together in a pile on the floor. Especially when one of them is your boyfriend. I had a brief moment of — well, “shock” is too strong a word, let’s call it “sudden adjustment” or “category error” — as the reality of the situation was rather crudely borne in on me. Then I decided, “What the fuck, this is what I’m here for,” hurriedly shucked my clothes and joined in.

I’d known that I had sexual feelings about women for a long, long time. But apart from some childish experiments that could only be considered borderline sex at most, I’d never done anything about it, except swipe my dad’s Playboys and fantasize nonstop. I’d been calling myself “bisexual” ever since I’d heard the word (at about age 12); but I also couldn’t really be sure that the word was accurate.

This orgy was the first time I had actual and unquestionable sex with another woman. The first time, to put it crudely, that I put my tongue on another woman’s pussy.

I lay down and she climbed on top of me and we had this pivotal moment of kissing and running my hands all over her body. I put my hands in her hair, gently tugging like I enjoyed men doing to me. I touched her breasts with my hands and tongue. I felt her butt and her arms and her legs and explored all of these places trying not to fumble like the adolescent I felt myself to be.

It felt strange for me at first: for 22 years, I’d only touched men’s bodies, men’s muscles, men’s genitalia. And women’s bodies are so different. And soo better! At this moment, I realized I was lesbian.

Thanks, cannabis! Thanks, orgy!
My actual wife says thanks too.