Androdgyny--An Erotic Memoir

by Lee Dorsey

  Colin rolled over next to me. I turned to him. We held each other in a tight embrace. The room was filled with the smell of our sexual activity. It was a delightful smell. He leaned into me and we kissed. "That was incredible,” he said.

  I had to agree. He was definitely a "keeper.” I didn’t know where this was going, but I wanted it to go on for a long time. I wasn’t naïve enough to think it would go on forever. Nothing does. Relationships come and go. I knew that one day this one would meet its demise as well. It will be a sad day. I will probably be emotional and cry. He may be sad, too. Since I’m a pragmatist, I know everything comes to an end eventually.

  I didn’t want to think about that now. I was in love, or as in love as I am capable of being. Being the existential person that I am, I was going to settle down and enjoy the moment. I can’t be bothered with what might be in the future.

  In the morning when I reached out to touch Colin’s body, he was gone. I could hear him moving around in the kitchen area. Facetiously, I called out, "Are you fixing my breakfast?”

  "I’ll have it ready in ten minutes. You have time for a quick shower,” he said.

  "Yes, sir,” I responded. I got out and straightened the bed. I went into the bathroom and took a hurried shower, and got dressed. I intentionally didn’t do my makeup. I wanted him to see me in the raw, so to speak. If he likes what he sees when I’m in a natural state, I figure he’ll be around for a while.

  My timing was right on. Just as I walked into the kitchen area, he was putting the breakfast on the table. As I sat down, he poured me a cup of coffee. He sat down across from me and smiled. I spoke first. "I had a nice time yesterday. That tour of the Village was especially interesting. I also enjoyed the play with some reservations. It was also fun meeting and talking with your friend, Ben. And the dinner last night was exquisite.”

  "You left out the highlight at the end of the evening,” he sheepishly said.

  "I was going to save the best for last. Having sex with you is so natural for me. Has anyone ever told you that you’re a wonderful lover?” I immediately followed with, "Don’t tell me. I don’t want to get an image of you making love to another woman. I want to pretend that last night, I took your virginity.”

  He smiled and continued eating his breakfast. And then he said, "The matinee at the theater begins at two o’clock. We have a few hours to kill. Is there anything you would like to do in the meantime?”

  "I would like to hang out here with you.” I took a slight pause. "If you’re up to it, maybe we could have a little sexual escapade.” He looked across at me and got this mischievous smile across his face. I took that to mean that he was game. Looking at him eating got my juices to flowing. That mouth of his is one sexy part of his anatomy.

  We finished our breakfast. During the second cup of coffee, we discussed the classes we were taking. Colin said that he was just marking time at the school. He said that although there were some good points being taught, one learns to be a professional actor by acting. He reiterated that he was enrolled in the school to make contacts and fill in some blanks on his resume. There were two auditions this week. He had it on his calendar to go to the tryouts.

  "I will only have to miss one day of classes. Both auditions are on the same day, but at different times.” He took a pause. "Have you have never been to a professional audition?”

  I shook my head in the negative.

  "Maybe you would like to come with me and observe,” he said.

  "The shows you’re going to be auditioning, will they be produced and presented in New York?” I asked. Selfishly, I didn’t want him going away this early in our relationship.

  "One is for a new play Off-Broadway and will be presented in New York. The other is for a revival of "Boys in the Band.” I understand it will tour a number of cities. That play was a very long running Off-Broadway play in the early seventies. It’s about a group of homosexuals having a birthday party for one of their own. A straight guy shows up who is having marriage problems. He is seeking advice from a guy who he went to college with several years ago. He didn’t know that his friend was gay. It’s a very interesting and entertaining play. I am going to read for the straight guy.”

  I took a slight pause and reflected. Then I said, "Yes, I think I would like to go along with you. It will be like an educational field trip. Which day are the auditions?” I asked.

  "The auditions are scheduled for Tuesday. We can meet here and walk to where they are being conducted,” he suggested.

  I took a moment to collect my thoughts. I had decided a few days ago that if I ever had sex with Colin, I would tell him all about me. He had a right to know with whom he was getting involved. I looked across the table at him and changed the subject. "Colin, I have something I have to tell you.”

  "You’re looking awfully serious. You’re not going to tell me you’re married, are you?” he said.

  "No, I’m not married. But I have been in relationships with both men and women. I don’t want to hide the fact that I’m bisexual. I have a roommate with whom I have had several sexual encounters. At the present time, she has discovered her heterosexual side and is dating a helicopter pilot that we both met a few weeks ago. We had a threesome with him on two occasions. They have been dating exclusively. Her name is Jenny. I met her on the plane when I was coming to New York the first time. She was coming here to study theater too. We had a lot in common. We were both from Kansas and had the same professional goals. I have a great deal of financial resources available to me. I’ve leased an expensive Brown Stone in Brooklyn. I invited Jenny to share it with me.” I took a pause to allow him to digest everything I just said. "Since we’ve had sex together, I think you have the right to know about me, who I am and what I’ve been doing.”

  He didn’t say anything for several seconds. Then he said, "I don’t have anything against your being a bisexual. I’ve been told that they have the best of both worlds. I think if anything, it makes for a more rounded lover. I like the way we made love last night. I would like to continue our relationship. The fact that you enjoy making love to women will not interfere with what we do.” He took a pause and smiled. "I would like to meet Jenny. She seems like the kind of person I could be interested in as well.”

  "I don’t necessarily want to share her with you. At some future time, we all might end up in bed together. It could be much the same as Jenny and I did with Ted. After we had sex for an hour or so, Jenny and Ted continued their sexual marathon in Jenny’s room. They have been dating ever since,” I told him.

  He looked at me for several seconds. Then he said, "Why don’t you go into the bedroom area and take off your clothes while I clean up here. Put that pillow under your ass. When I finish, I’ll strip down and go down on you. Does that sound like a plan?”

  I began to get wet just remembering that mouth of his touching my folds. I got up from the table and did exactly as he instructed me. When all my clothes were shed from my body, I put that pillow under my ass, opened my legs and waited for him as he instructed.

  I could hear him putting the dishes away. In a few minutes, he walked to the side of the bed. He began to take off his clothing. Between his revealing his naked body and what I knew he was about to do for me got me hot as hell. I was leaking all over the pillow. His nude body climbed onto the bed. He positioned himself between my legs. He kissed both of my knee caps. Then he began to kiss and lick as he worked down both of my legs. His destination was just below the pubic region. I was aching for his lips and tongue to touch that erogenous zone. My clit was swollen in anticipation of the touch. With his hand, he moved my pubic hair away from my vaginal lips. His tongue slipped in and began a sweep around in a clockwise movement. He placed two fingers into my vagina as he concentrated on my clit. His nose was pressed against other sensitive areas of the vulva. My hand automatically gripped the back of his head to direct him to do what gave me the ultimate pleasure. The stubble from his unshaven face was pressed against the sides of my thigh
s. It added another dimension to the overall experience. This was something that didn’t happen when a woman was going down on me. He had moved my legs at a ninety degree angle. They were resting on his shoulders. I tightened my grip on his head and moved vertically. I was reaching orgasm. I was in a state of euphoria. Colin was performing an act of unselfish love. I intended to reward that love with an act of my own within the next few minutes. Then I exploded with an incredible release of convulsive pleasure.

  Colin automatically knew he had accomplished his mission. His tongue took a few more swipes at my clit. It was very sensitive. I convulsed several more times. Then he rose up and looked down at me. "Did I perform to your satisfaction?” he inquired.

  ”We must keep this in our repertoire.” He rolled over on his side. His penis was hard and standing straight out. I slid down in the bed and wrapped my hand around it. With my tongue, I began to lick all over it. Once it was good and moist, my lips wrapped around the head and slowly slid down the shaft. With an in and out motion, I put into my mouth as far as I could without gagging. He had one hand in back of my head and the other hand was caressing my right breast. I could feel him building for a release. As he began coming, I had another orgasm. Knowing that I just gave him the ultimate pleasure induced several convulsions of pleasure within my libido. After he released his entire load, I kept my lips wrapped tightly around the shaft of his penis.

  As he his penis began to reduce its swelling, I pulled my lips up and off his throbbing manhood. I looked up at him and said, "I like the way you taste.” He indicated for me to move up in the bed. I slid up. He put his arm around me and pulled me in close. We kissed.

  We spent the next hour wrapped around each other in a tight package. After an hour, Colin suggested that we get up and take a shower. He feared that we would fall asleep and miss the matinee. He went first. He must have showered for over a half hour. He was still in there when I made my way to the bathroom. I opened the shower door and climbed in. "I thought you may have drowned in here, so I came in to save you.”

  He soaped me down and I rinsed off. We got out of the shower and dried off. "What do you say we stop at the restaurant down the street from the theater and have a sandwich and glass of wine before going to the theater. It’ll be my treat.”

  "I’m up for that,” he said.

  We took our time getting ready. I had my makeup to do. That always takes a half hour at a minimum. When I finally got my act together, I walked into the living room area. Colin was reading the Sunday New York Times entertainment section. There was a picture of Ms. LaBonti alongside a review. The review was mediocre, but it was a good picture of Ms. LaBonti.

  We left the apartment and began walking down toward the theater. "So, when am I going to meet this roommate of yours? From what you told me, she sounds like a real character and a lot of fun,” Colin asked.

  Maybe Colin was a little more into kink than I figured. "Maybe I’ll have you over for dinner one weekend evening. Jenny is a great cook. But, I must warn you; she will more than likely expect you to participate in a ménage a’ trios.” I waited a moment for a response. He just kept walking with his eyes straight ahead. "Would you want to go to bed with both of us at the same time?”

  "What does she look like? Is she pretty?” he casually inquired.

  I wasn’t happy with where I thought this conversation was headed. "Yes, she’s a very attractive young woman. She is also very sexually active and creative,” I told him.

  "Well, it’s something we can discuss later. This isn’t a good topic to discuss in public,” he said as we walked into the restaurant.

  The restaurant was mostly empty. We sat in a corner and ordered a glass of wine. While we were waiting for the wine, we looked over the menus. I began to think about Colin’s inquiry of Jenny. After further consideration, maybe it would be good for the three of us to have a roll in the hay once or twice. It would probably work out much like it has with Ted and Jenny. I had detected a little bit of jealousy from Jenny when she learned that I was going to spend the weekend with Colin. Once we share, I don’t think it will be a problem. Besides, I need Jenny for my daily sexual fixes. I believe that she needs me as well.

  I looked across the table at Colin and said, "If you’re free next Saturday evening, I’ll talk to Jenny about having you over. Jenny is a great cook among other things.”

  His eyes lit up. I could tell he was getting excited at the prospect of going to bed with two women at the same time. I had to ask him. "Have you ever experienced two women in bed at the same time?”

  He took a moment to reflect. "When I was in college, I attended a wild party and drank too much. I blacked out. When I woke up the next morning, I was in bed with a woman on either side of me. If I had a threesome the night before, I couldn’t remember. I would like to do it once so I could savor the memory.”

  "If it turns out that you wind up in bed with Jenny and me, you’ll have a memory to take to your grave.”

  He raised his glass in a toast, "To Jenny, you and next Saturday night.”

  We left the restaurant and walked up to the theater. The lobby was spilling over with patrons. They were blinking the lights to signal that the play was about to begin. Colin had obtained great seats. They were in the center and three rows back. The play was "The Seagull” by Anton Chekhov. There were some interesting tidbits of information about the play in the program. "‘The Seagull’ was premiered in 1896, in St. Petersburg, Russia. One of the interesting aspects of the play is that the characters tend to speak in ways that skirt around issues rather than addressing them directly; in other words, their lines are full of what is known in dramatic practice as subtext, or text that is not spoken aloud.” Another interesting feature in the program was "On opening night of the first production, it was considered by many as a famous failure. Vera Komissarzhevskaya, playing Nina the ingénue, was so intimidated by the hostility of the audience that she lost her voice. Chekhov left the audience. He spent the last two acts behind the scenes. When supporters wrote to him that the production later became a success, he assumed that they were merely trying to be kind.”

  The play is billed as a comedy. However, I believe due to the translation from Russian to English, and the period it was written, there were times I was completely lost. Ms. LaBonti was believable as a worker on Sorin’s estate.

  After the final curtain, Colin and I went backstage to see Ms. LaBonti. We praised her performance. Many of the actors in the production were former students of the school. Ms. LaBonti took Colin and me from dressing room to dressing room. She introduced us to the entire cast. We also had an opportunity to meet the director.

  We left the theater and went to dinner. Colin was more familiar with Chekhov’s works than I. He said that he wrote a paper on him while in college. He also read or saw most of his plays. He told me that Chekhov was as classically revered to the Russians as Shakespeare is to the English-speaking world.

  By the time we finished dinner, it was getting dark. Colin walked me outside and waited until I could flag down a cab. Before he saw me into the cab, he put his arms around me. He gave me a passionate kiss. I almost canceled the cab.

  When I arrived home, Jenny was reading in the living room. She looked up from her book, "Hi! Did you have a nice weekend?”

  "It was wonderful. We took a tour of the Village and saw a play at an Off-Broadway theater. The play wasn’t all that much, but the acting was good. This afternoon we saw "The Seagull” by Anton Chekhov. The play was done very well, but my knowledge of Russian theater had me at a disadvantage. My instructor had a small role. We went back stage after the show. We met all the actors and the director. Then it was dinner with Colin and here I am.”

  "I spent the weekend with Ted. He only works every three weekends and has the fourth off. This was his fourth,” she announced.

  "What do you have on the calendar for next Saturday night?” I asked.

  "At the moment, my calendar is open. Why do you ask?”

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bsp; "Colin expressed an interest in meeting you. I told him if you were free, he could come over for dinner. I bragged about your culinary expertise. I also mentioned to him that if the two of you hit it off, we could possibly have a threesome.” I waited to see her reaction to my suggestion.

  "What does he look like?” she inquired.

  "You’ll like him. He’s very handsome and an actor. What do you say? Do you want to give it a shot?” I queried.

  She casually changed the subject. "What should I fix for dinner?”

  "Whatever you fix, I know it will be delicious. You’re a wonderful cook.” I played to her ego. I intended to play the threesome game for once or twice, but I didn’t expect to share Colin with her on a regular basis. Most of my sexual energy on weekends will be spent with Colin at his apartment.

  Jenny went into the kitchen and fixed herself some dinner. I remained in the living room and drank a glass of wine. After I finished drinking the wine, I walked into the kitchen to get another glass from the refrigerator. Jenny was just putting her dinner on the table. I sat down across from her and we talked about school. She had a pretty active weekend at Ted’s. Apparently, they only got out of bed to eat and attend to bathroom duties.

  Although, I’d had a lot of sex this weekend, I could still use some more. Jenny’s approach to cunnilingus was different from Ted’s and Colin’s. They were both proficient, but Jenny had the magic touch. She knew the places to go with her tongue to give me the ultimate pleasure. I decided to take her to my bed tonight. "Would you like to spend the night in my bed?” I inquired.

  She looked at me with a quizzical expression. "I thought you would never ask. I can’t think of any place I would rather sleep.”

  When she finished eating her dinner, we had another glass of wine together. It was like old times. Afterward, I helped her clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. When we finished, I put my arm around her and we went upstairs. I was usually the aggressive one on our relationship. We began to undress each other. First, I would take a piece of her clothing off and then she would take a piece of mine. It went back and forth until we were both completely naked. I moved her to the bed and gave her a slight push. She fell onto the bed. Then she rolled over to make room for me. I wanted to make what we were going to do as romantic as possible. I took her in my arms and gave her a passionate kiss. I nearly stuck my tongue down her throat. She sucked every inch of it. Without too much delay, I went down on her. I wasn’t sure how much oral sex Ted was providing, but I knew it would never compare to what I had to offer. I gave her everything I had in my oral arsenal. She came six times to my count. Finally, she pleaded for me to stop.