Dare To Be Wild

by Eden Davis

  Jasi ran her hand down her torso, caressing her belly before sliding down toward her nearly hairless snatch. Before her hand could delve inside, Belinda slipped her hand between Jasi’s legs and forcefully slapped her lower lips. Jasi jumped slightly, enjoying the sensations traveling through her nether regions.

  “Turn around so I can watch.”

  Again, Jasi followed orders, lying back on the couch with her knees up and spread, allowing her easy access into her hole, and Belinda an unobstructed view. She dipped inside to harvest the warm juices of her turned out pussy. Slowly, Jasi smeared her engorged clit and began to rub, feeling it getting longer and harder in anticipation of orgasm. She closed her eyes to better savor the intense pleasure as she pushed, tickled and taunted her nib almost to the point of no return.

  Without warning, Belinda sprang on her lover, grabbing and sucking on her titties while shoving three fingers deep into Jasi’s twat. Jas pushed her pelvis against her palm wanting to fully partake in Belinda’s relentlessly raw and demanding finger-fucking.

  “Pero no voy viven en las sombras,” Belinda hissed again, after lifting her head from Jasi’s breasts.

  “What, baby?” Jasi managed to breathlessly squeak out between moans. “I don’t understand.”

  “I will not live in the shadows. Not for mi familia or you,” Belinda informed her, leaving a trail of angry bites down Jasi’s torso as her mouth traded places with her hands. She used her teeth to gently tug at Jasi’s labia before slipping her stiff tongue into the ocean of pink and tongue-fucking her.

  “It’s over, I promise. I love you,” was Jasi’s breathy response.

  The hot and briny scent of sex permeated the living room and raised Jasi’s arousal to the point of no return. Jasi tried to relax her body and give into the sensations overtaking her. Just as she’d momentarily settled the tension, Belinda disrupted her calm by reaching up and squeezing her nipples while she rhythmically licked and sucked her big fat clit until it began to contract and pulsate.

  Belinda repositioned herself, scissoring her legs between Jasi’s so her furry mound kissed Jasi’s nearly bald one. She thrust back and forth, rubbing their pussies together and totally enjoying the fantastic friction it was creating. She spread her lips so her clit could rub directly on Jasi’s smooth, wet pussy.

  “I’m the only one you fuck from now on!” Belinda screamed as she felt herself getting closer to exploding.

  “Yes, baby, only you,” Jasi responded, feeling her twat getting fired up again. The lovers continued to rub and grind on each other until Belinda screamed, releasing her anger and love and announcing the arrival of her orgasm as her clit throbbed against Jasi’s.

  Belinda collapsed on top and tried to regulate her breath, while Jasi relaxed into the fading tide of her own emotions and physical pleasure.

  “I love you,” Jasi said. “I promise. No more shadows. I’m not sure how. I don’t have all the answers yet, but I’m going to make this right.”

  “Good, but first you need to find the answer to one important question,” Belinda, back to her soft and gentle self, informed her. “Why do you not trust anyone to love you for you?”

  Let Bi-Girls Be Bi-Gones

  “You look great,” Jasi remarked as she quickly looked up from her coffee mug to observe. “Have you lost weight?”

  “Not really. Must be the new jeans. Thank God for spandex,” Livia quipped with polite reserve.

  “Have you seen the new Billy Dee Williams exhibit at the Loth Gallery?” Jasi asked, hoping their mutual talent and appreciation for art would kick start the discussion.

  “No, I always had a kind of a ho-hum feeling about actors turned artists. I guess because it so often feels that it’s their celebrity, not true talent, that gets them revered as artists.”

  “Yeah, I get that joke.”

  Both women sat nervously at the table making the smallest of talk, neither exactly sure how to begin this most uncomfortable conversation. Other than a few early, and ultimately unsuccessful, outreach attempts by Jasi, the two had not spoken since “the incident.”

  As the waitress approached and warmed their coffee, an uncomfortable silence descended over their table. If the air was to be cleared between the two of them today, somebody needed to get the conversation moving.

  Tired of the silliness, Jasi decided to apply her own brand of air freshener. “I owe you an apology.”

  “For what, setting me up to have sex with a perfect stranger?” Livia asked. Lena and Aleesa had already explained all of this to her, but it was easier to talk about that than delve into the delicate reason Livi thought she deserved an apology.

  “I would never do that to you. There was never any safety threat because Julian was no stranger. I’ve been going to Jessebelle’s for years and he’s a good guy. I knew you’d be safe and in good hands.

  “Another lie,” Livia said under her breath.

  “What?” Jasi felt the prickles of anger beginning to surface.

  “I said, that’s just another lie. You let me think that he was a stranger, just like you let me think…let all of us think…” Livia’s accusation died in her throat.

  Jasi took a deep breath in an attempt to monitor her anxiety. This conversation had the potential of blowing up in so many ugly ways she really wanted to avoid. The truth of the matter was that she missed Livia, and wanted to put get their friendship back on track, but in a more open and honest place. Belinda was absolutely right; she didn’t deserve to live and love in the shadows and neither did Jasi. She really hoped her girlfriends could deal with and accept the truth about her sexuality, but if they couldn’t, there was no choice to be made. Now and forever, Belinda would always come first.

  “Yes, it’s true that I let you believe that your Mr. Fox was a stranger, but I wasn’t trying to deceive you. I was trying to help you have some fun and get through your list.”

  Livia listened to her friend, instinctively believing that she was telling the truth, just like she knew that the bartender had little to do with what she was really upset about.

  “I know.”

  “Then why don’t we talk about what’s really bothering you?”

  Silence once again descended around them as both women took the time to digest the seriousness of what was not being said. Several months’ worth of divergent thoughts ran through Livia’s mind. Everything from walking in on Jasi and that woman in the bathroom, to her discussions about the idea of sex with a woman turning them on, to her own quasi bisexual experience on the yacht.

  Livia looked across the table at her friend. Jasi sat nervously tapping her fingers against the table while a telling look of distress colored her face. Behind all of her bluster, Livi could tell that she was apprehensive about opening up about this deeply personal subject. Compassion flooded her body as Livia remembered her own reluctance to admit to Lena and Aleesa that she simply liked watching two women making love. She could only imagine how hard it must be for Jasi, after all of this time, to admit to it being her preferred lifestyle.

  “Are you a lesbian?” Livia asked, dropping the question on the table as an act of compassion.

  “Yes, I’m gay,” Jasi admitted and then exhaled sharply. There, she’d said it, and it felt strangely liberating. This was the first time she’d ever spoken those words to anyone other than Belinda. Even the many women she’d messed around with always were told that she was bisexual. Only Belinda had made her realize how she’d been hiding behind the term to keep from admitting who and what she truly was.

  “What about Todd?” Livia asked as she tried to process Jasi’s confirmation of what she’d already figured out.

  “I loved Todd. I still do. He is a kind and decent friend, but basically he was in my life to keep my mother happy,” Jasi admitted.

  “You mean fooled, like the rest of us.”

  “Okay, I’ll accept that. Yes. I kept Todd in my life to fool the rest of you into believing that I was straight.”

  “Why? I thou
ght we were friends.”

  “So did I.”

  “Well, friends don’t lie to friends, especially about something so huge. You’ve been lying to all of us for years,” Livia shot back. “Where’s the friendship in that?”

  “Yeah, well, friends accept their friends for who they are,” Jasi responded with a quiet bite to her tone.

  “You never gave me, or anyone else it sounds like, the chance. Clearly, you believed that none of us—neither your friends nor your family—would have accepted you knowing you were a lesbian.”

  “Did you? Because correct me if I’m wrong, but ever since Jessebelle’s, you’ve been avoiding me like I’ve got bird flu or something. Instead of reaching out, you cut me off. You’ve been upset with me for months just because I had sex with a woman. So where’s the friendship in that? Where’s the acceptance in that?”

  Livia felt the sting of Jasi’s accusation. She honestly could not dispute anything she’d just said. Ever since she walked through that restroom door, a myriad of thoughts, opinions and judgments against Jasi had swirled around her head. If she was to be truthful with herself, Livia had to admit that she’d settled on being mad at Jasi for lying to her as a way to avoid her own wrong and unsupportive actions against her friend.

  “Honestly, I didn’t know what to think,” Livia admitted. “All my life I was taught all kinds of things about homosexuality from my family and church. Most, I can see now, were bullshit. I never had to deal with how I felt about gay people in any real way. I never really knew any.”

  “Well, now you do,” Jasi interrupted, feeling stronger and more at ease about opening up. “And I’m the same crazy-ass bitch you knew before you found out that I like sleeping with women. Nothing else has really changed.”

  “I think I always understood that. But to be honest, what really pissed me off was that there you were at my party and at Tickle Me Pink, making all of these demands that I make this list and go out and screw the world, and that I own it, and make no excuses. I mean I teased you, but I’ve never told you how much I really did admire you for being so open when it came to sex, and then I come to find out that it was all bull. You couldn’t even do those things for yourself.”

  Jasi covered her face with her hands to hide the shame. Livia spoke the truth. She had pushed and damn near shamed the poor girl into branching out and taking control of her sex life and there she was being a hypocritical chicken shit.

  “I’m really sorry, Liv.”

  “And I’m sorry, too. Despite all of that, I should have given you the opportunity to explain instead of ignoring you. All I can say in my defense was that it was easier for me to be mad at you for betraying me than to face the fact that I was betraying you.”

  “Apology accepted. Don’t worry about it. In hindsight, it was probably best that you didn’t. I doubt that I could have been truthful with you then. I probably would have stayed with that bullshit story about being drunk and trying to satisfy some one-time girl-on-girl curiosity.

  “I should have been honest with you and the girls, but the real deal, Livia, is that I’ve been living a lie all of my life. Nobody knows who I am, not my parents, my friends, Todd, my past lovers…shit, I’m pretty shaky on the subject my damn self. I’ve been too ashamed of who I really am, and too afraid of disappointing people to be honest with anyone, including myself. I wasn’t ready to be real back then, but I am now.”

  “So what’s changed?”

  “For one, I’m too fucking old to be worried about what other people think about me, or my lifestyle choices. But it was Belinda who really helped me see that when it came down to it, the only person I was hurting with all of my deceitfulness was me.”

  “Belinda?”

  “Yeah, ahh, actually you’ve met…kind of.”

  “The woman at Jessebelle’s? In the bathroom?”

  “Yes. Dr. Belinda Rodriquez,” Jasi said, loving the taste of Belinda’s name in her mouth.

  The wide grin traipsing across Jasi’s face said it all. In the two years that she’d dated Todd, Jasi had never looked or sounded so happy.

  “Jasi Westfield, I’ll be damned. You’re in love.”

  Like the teenager she felt like, Jasi burst out into giggles. Her joyful laughter was contagious, beseeching Livia to join in. The sounds of their combined mirth melted away any residual angst and anger, finally bringing the two back together.

  “I’m genuinely happy for you, Jas. I’ve never seen you like this.”

  “I’ve never felt like this. I am officially a one-woman, woman!”

  “To love,” Livia said, raising her coffee mug for a toast. She touched the side of Jasi’s mug while pushing down the twinges of jealousy threatening to rear its ugly head. She was genuinely thrilled for Jasi, but couldn’t help wishing that she had a love in her life to giggle over and feel gushy about. Envy was quickly swallowed by an aching sense of lonesomeness. For the first time since her divorce, Livia felt ready, willing and truly wanting to be in love. Mitchell immediately came to mind. Their vacation affair had turned the spigot on those emotions. Livi quickly shut down that thought, wistfully reminding herself that theirs had been a lustful relationship, not a loving one.

  “Now, I’ve got to figure out how to tell Lena and Aleesa.” Jasi looked over at Livia, trying to read her face.

  “They won’t be a problem, and no, I didn’t say anything to them. I figured it was your story to tell, not mine.”

  “Thank you, I think.”

  “So, when do we get to meet Belinda?”

  “Soon,” Jasi promised. “She’s dying to meet you all and my parents. Though I don’t know how that’s going to go down.”

  “The same way it went down with me. Tell them…without shame or embarrassment or looking for approval. Tell them about her. When they see how much you love this girl written all over your face, like I did just now, they won’t be able to deny your happiness.”

  “Let’s hope.”

  “It’s like you told me at my party, ‘take no prisoners and make no excuses.’”

  “I am one sage bitch, ain’t I?” Jasi said with a giggle.

  “So you keep telling us! Now, speaking of parties, why don’t you bring Belinda to my birthday dinner? It will be a perfect time for us to all meet her.”

  “She’ll love that. Thank you for asking.”

  Livia held out her little finger. “Pinky swear.”

  “On what?”

  “Pinky swear that you won’t let your stupid fears or what you think people will think mess this up for you. That you’ll love this girl openly and honestly and let her love you.”

  Jasi wrapped her little finger around Livia’s. “I am going to try my damnedest; because, Livi, I do love this girl and don’t want to fuck it up.”

  “Good, speaking of fucking, promise to keep that wandering dick…well, girl dick in your pants.”

  “Gladly. I don’t want to be with anyone else. So, back to your birthday, I have to ask, how’s that list of yours coming?”

  “I think you’ll be surprised and very proud of me,” Livia mentioned with a coy twist to her mouth.

  “What’s that about?”

  “Well, let’s just say that while I’m definitely not Lebanese, I better understand your attraction to women.”

  “WHAT! You and your no having sex self got down and dirty with a girl?” Jasi asked, her mouth wide open with genuine surprise.

  Again the giggles began, and both knew that they were back to being BFFs. “Not exactly; see what had happened was…”

  Master That Piece Theater

  “Happy Birthday!” her friends shouted as they led her to the front doors of the Broadway Theatre.

  “Sister Act! Really? Thank you; thank you. I’ve been so wanting to see this.”

  “We know,” Jasi said, “which is why we’re all here.”

  “And we’ve arranged for a little surprise after the performance,” Lena chimed in.

  “Backstage passes? This gift just
keeps getting better.”

  “We’re not saying. You’ll have to wait to find out,” her cousin teased.

  “Okay, but if Whoopi Goldberg shows up with a cake, I’m warning you now, I’m going to embarrass all of us.”

  “Why should tonight be any different?” Jasi laughed. “Belinda and I are going to head to our seats. We’ll see you later. Enjoy the show, birthday girl.”

  “We’re not all sitting together?”

  “Sorry, we couldn’t get all the seats together,” Aleesa informed her. “So you and I are sitting together and Lena is sitting with Jasi and her girlfriend.”

  “No worries. I really appreciate all the effort you put into this. Cocktails together at Nobu. I don’t know how you wrangled those reservations, and now Sister Act. It’s been a great birthday so far. Thank you.”

  “Hey, you’re only fifty once,” Jasi remarked.

  “Unless you’re my mother,” Lena quipped.

  “Enjoy the show, Livia,” Belinda said before she and Jasi walked, hand in hand, into the theater to find their seats.

  Livia’s eyes followed the couple. “So before we go in, what do you all think?” she queried the remaining two.

  “I don’t know why, but I’m not shocked,” Lena commented.

  “Me either. It’s not like I ever suspected it, but Jasi is so damn wild, anything is possible. Belinda seems cool.”

  “And I’ve never seen Jasi so happy,” Liv added.

  “Belinda might be the one to settle her ass down.”

  “Poor Todd, though. I wonder if he even had a clue,” Lena questioned.

  “Forget Todd; it’s her mother who’s going to have a conniption,” Aleesa added. “We should all be there for support when Jasi finally tells them.”

  “If she wants us there, we will, but my hunch is that Jasi will want this to be a private family moment. We can discuss all of this later. We’d better get to our seats,” Lena suggested, giving Aleesa a knowing look. “I’ll see you later. Enjoy the show!”