Pussy Just Isn't My Thing . . .

I'll confess to everyone. At least anyone interested, that is.

I've never had much interest in actually going down on a girl. I think some women think that since we have the same equipment that we would enjoy each other, but the answer is no for me. I could fantastize my face in a set of beautiful breasts anyday. I mean they are fun regardless of size, aren't they? But I thought I'd never find myself between a woman's legs. Well all that changed one office Christmas party.

I used to work at a company that gave an all out, break the bank Christmas party at a downtown hotel. Mike and I were dating at the time (I think I actually JUST started calling him my boyfriend after a very long time dating. I just couldn't give up seeing other guys, I guess.). Anyways, we are at my party and drinking heavily. At the end of the party we go to another hotel bar to keep up the good times.

We get to the bar and of course Mike makes a bee line to two women kissing in the corner. He comes up to them and says "hey were you guys just kissing? That's so hot." So he comes back to me and introduces me to them. Ok, I'm sure they were just as loaded as we were but they were like "Oh my god she's so hot!" Literally, the one woman whose name was Libby just came up to me and started frenching me. Hard. And then she bit my tongue! After Libby was done with me, the other woman, Marissa, who thankfully was much softer in her approach kissed me too. Let me tell you. I love attention and I was like a kid in a candy store going from woman to woman taking in everything they were saying and doing to me.

It was something about their touch that caught me off guard. It was so gentle and their hands so small that I've never felt before. I loved it. It felt invigorating and sexy and new. So there we were, a sight for the late night drinkers at a hotel bar. Three good looking women sharing kisses with a man gazing about.

It turns out the two women were coworkers in Chicago for a convention and they were both married. I think Libby was trying to hook up with someone for drugs, but Marissa invited us up to her room. Now, up to this point, I've never been with a woman in my life but Mike and I certainly have spoke about how hot it would be to be with another woman. I'm drunk, still a bit nervous but we walk into her hotel room.

We -Marissa and I - stood kissing in the middle of the room. I'm not sure what came over me but I took charge of the situation and brought us over to the bed. It was her scent that made me kiss further and to go further. I've always been with men, so smelling something so sexy and feminine was new. Then I touched her skin. I've never felt a woman's thigh before, but in that moment I really began to understand men. Her skin was so incredibly soft and supple that I caressed her inside thigh up and down with my fingers. It was the softest skin I've ever touch. Now I could understand why men want to go further and touch women everywhere. Mike sat next the bed watching everything. But that didn't matter to me.

Well I did to enjoy my breast fetish with her. Her breasts were great. I loved them. Then, instinctively I went down south. She was moaning. I pulled off her panties (very nice by the way, I guess only woman would appreciate!) and dove my face into her pussy. Mike was all eyes watching me do this. He couldn't believe one of our fantasies was coming alive.

Only the fantasy was better than my reality. I dove my face into Marissa's pussy only to be over come with the smell of garlic! Yes, readers my first pussy tasted just like garlic. I kept going though licking her thinking it was going to get better but it didn't. Finally I stopped. I pulled myself up and found her passed out. I looked over at Mike and he said "why did you stop?" And I said "look she's passed out and she tastes like garlic. Let's go home."

I woke up the next morning in my apartment with Mike next to me. As I woke up, it was like going over a dream over and over again except that I knew it wasn't. At first, Mike and I were both shy about talking about what happened the night before. I told him I thought men were crazy for wanting to eat pussy if it tasted like garlic and he said it was a fluke that my first time was bad. I asked "do I taste like that?" knowing that I've tasted my own cunt juice and it never was like Marissa's.

So that my friends was the first and last time I've ever tasted pussy. I think that is the thing about fantasies and reality. In fantasy, the pussy tastes good, everyone cums, everyone looks good, feels good etc. In reality, the new guy who is eating your pussy obviously isn't aware of the location of a clit or has such a hairy ass that you just can't get passed it. Life just isn't always the recreation of the great porn you just watched.

But just to feel the softness of a woman's skin was all worth it. Good night.