Okay. True two-women-at-once story. Not the made up one this time.
It was in college in the late 70s smack in the middle of the sweet smoke that hovered over the great plains of America in those daze. Some acid hit campus but I was feeling punk so I let it go. Wondering around a bar as high as a kite that night a friend hit me up for some fun back at the dorm. I agreed. But she was all buZZ-Snerk! LAP ALPP and snatching at dust over my head. She vibrated.
Another friend came in - a girl she had often slept with before. They were both tripping. Their pupils bobbed and weaved over me like black moons shining in the night. They were on a wave together and I was on another beach entirely.
They used me for a mattress for a while as they had MUCH fun together. But I didn't know how to... er... insert myself back into the conversation. The girl I started with was bi, but the other girl was only there for the girl.
Eventually, I gave them each a kiss on the forehead (that I'm not sure they noticed) and I slipped away.
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"Jelly-belly gigglin, dancin and a-wigglin, honey that's the way I am!" Janice the Muppet