After the mishap that happened to me, I decided to behave as "adults." Adult for me was to reason with my brain and not my ass! I thought my impulses toward girls, were transient, the result of an emotional void that no man could perform, including my boyfriend.
I also said I asked too can be the opposite sex, that I can be demanding and that by being more tolerant, I get to ignore certain "benchmarks" that were fundamental to me, romance, cuddling and non- wild kiss with tongue, because a lot of guys confuse someone coaxing a powerful person in bed, etc.. Us girls, we love hugs, kisses, flying, and that does not make a long stop on one spot, a kiss, tickling and touching sensitive parts well. In two words, a kiss that comes from the heart and not lips. I'll break your head, I know, I am very pleased with myself. Good
back at the heart of the matter. After seeing me in a bad state, Fahmi has changed me. I do not know how he interpreted my sadness and my tears that day. The important than the next day, another aspect of his personality manifested; one side "in" and trendy. After two months of relationship, and dating as exclusively in cafeterias and public places, as during the day, our meetings are taking a new direction, night clubs, and birthday parties in the villas of wealthy people, and extend the term until dawn sometimes. The worst that I took pleasure to stay up until late hours, a habit that stuck me like a bullet so far.
It can be said that given the age gap between us and the character of our traditional and boring dating as I walked away from him and he no longer felt the flame of my love and dedication, but honestly, I never told him shown a glimmer of love. I did that to accept his feelings, passively without cons sentimental part. And funny, he was so blinded by my love, it was always a response to my silence when I asked the classic question is "Do you love me? . He interpreted my smile, I love you as a shy, and sometimes redness of my cheeks, I love you like a more passionate a desire to hug, but the redness was hereditary in my family, and always gave me the look of a kid or a big baby.
In conclusion, I would not go out with thirty men, body and soul, but with a young man of 23 years, in his dress, and with such sophistication in its behavior. His strategy was clear to me, step into the shoes of a young me to recover. But this was not the right strategy for me. I preferred the far reasonable man, calm, classic in his clothes, and authentically reflects what it really was.
But thanks to its transformation, I realized a big step towards the world of lesbianism. Finally, I plugged in the category known libertine and lesbians in the capital.
As I said, it became a loyal customer boxes Gammart, the best known. It was a good friend to the owner of the box, and well pampered by the waiters, who spoiled us with beer and vodka bottles. It is with him too, I drank alcohol for the first time, and it was a result of his admirable speech, when he asked me to drink and I refused. He said, eyes red intoxication "a sexy woman for me is a woman who drinks and smokes! A woman who is not, a woman is boring, complexed who has a big problem, which needs an update to be on the page! .
No one can stand idly by, following a statement such provocative. As response, I took a can of beer, I lay back in my glass, then suddenly, the liquid found its way to my stomach. It was very dry and bitter, but to show him that I was not boring or complexed, I tried to drink a second and a third beer.
Then over the days, it became a sort of competition between both of us, who can drink a maximum of beers without falling into a deep intoxication. With practice, I won the bet and I became Miss drunkard par excellence.
After a period known as "participant observation", I had my own ideas on the small tribe, to which I am immersed. There were always seven to ten people, who constantly came to this box, and without them I felt like something was missing in the interior of the box. Among those keen intelligence and dance, four in particular interested me. A small band of girls dippy, and ultra sexy "in" was in fact, this little female clan, who hosted the box with their shouts and dances sensual and provocative in super short dresses and bare, that highlighted the silhouettes of divine models.
They were all super nice, two blondes, one real and one false, and two brown, and it was one of brown, especially, who bewitch thoroughly. She had hazel eyes, chewable, and a divine smile, irresistible, and was also the most active on the dance floor. And as I adored the mater quietly closer, I took my boyfriend a sensual gesture with his arm, a "copy paste", imitating the way my brown, invited her friends to dance when she heard a song called "spunk" to approach her and smell her perfume, which made me more and more under the charm.
I stood still where she was on the track, and I started dancing ignoring Fahmi, who like a cornered, would just move his upper part, while leaving the lower part fixed. As for me, calculating my moves, I did everything so that my not possibly be as close to his and my eyes always follows the path of his eyes.
After lengthy attempts dredge con, trying to tell him tacitly "hey! I'm here my pretty, look at me, my efforts finally bear fruit, and the girl in question was aware of my presence, and recorded my little face in his visual memory.
This delay is probably due to intoxication in which she swam all the time and that diminished his ability to concentrate and memory. But it ran fine for me, since if it goes wrong and it turned out not gay, she would not remember anything the next day.
Once, after winning the friendship of emotional glances distant, it was his pace, and began boldly between me and my buddy on the dance floor, embraced me in the neck with his arms and began to fiddle against me. His breath mingled with mine, his nose touched by the time the mine, and her eyes pierced me deeply, a look of carnal desire and control, which, without the stress of my boyfriend standing near me, smiling to hide displeasure of being helpless, made me want to taste her lips.
Then when mutual seduction, ended with a gesture of my jealous boyfriend, who pulled me, aggressively by the arm and whispered to me so I can hear it.
- Hey! dance with me!
The girl, a capricious and super-soft voice, he glanced around and said, pushing his arm.
- No, she danced with me! then, smiling, is not it? then asking me, you name?
- Yasmin!
- Me, Amira!
- Amira Magic! I said, eyes flickering with joy.
away Feeling like a little boy capricious and selfish, I held the hand strongly and pushing with the palm horribly the other hand, he said.
- Hey! that's my girl!
I was speaking here under the sway of charm, screaming.
- Oh! Fahmi but let me go!
To quell his anger and suppress his sentence, he left us finally and sat around our table, drinking beers one after the other, but we missed a prying and possessive like to remind me that was still present and had not yet lost the game.
Amira, as if she were a blast to do shit, invited me to their table, holding me by the hand, she introduced me to her friends, saying.
- Hey, girls, I present to you Yasmin!
One of them out of the smoke from his nostrils, while drinking a sip of his beer.
- Ah! this is not the nerdy girl?
Then the two other girls laughed. I felt embarrassed but I do not uttered a word until Amira interrupted by growling.
- Stop! that's how you welcome him?
- Sorry! said the fake blonde, who provoked me first and then making me a glance, well, it's because you're beautiful and you deserve a nice kid! The other brown
the gently patted on his shoulder, laughing.
- But stop to tease!
- I do not tease it the truth! then looking at me with a look greedy, you know you're beautiful?
Amira, laughed and cried.
- Stop Ilhem, you want to frighten or what?
- What? I'm not allowed to speak! she said, fixing his eyes on my chest.
Then, with confidence in themselves, Ilhem, grabbed my arm and told me.
- So if you try it you will be able to see the North Star tomorrow!
Amira, could not keep ridiculing laughter, then said.
- Hey! you're not trying to dredge this?
- Ben inviting him to drink a coffee with me! Ilhem said, plunging her gaze in mine.
Then the other blonde, took part in the fun little conversation and teasing Amira.
- It may be that desires Amira dating!
- Shut the bitch! cried Amira, a little anxious.
The three girls laughed, then Ilhem, stroking my hand, took over.
- Me, I'm at least a real lesbian! then a serious look, saves my number!
Then she took out her cell and there, Amira, a bit on edge, spoke to me.
- Excuse them, please, they are full and do not know what to say!
- No, no!
In my heart, I wanted whatever she asks for my number, she drag me and caressing my hand, but unfortunately for me it was his girlfriend. It is true that it was not as beautiful Amira in my eyes, but she had charm, even if not much loved blondes.
But as a first lesbian experience, the idea excited me to die. Therefore, we exchanged our numbers, and they fixed an appointment to the North Star, a cafe, which had a reputation for being a favorite of the LGBT community in the capital of Tunisia. As
embarrassed, Amira could not conceal his mine angry after the exchange of numbers, but it did nothing to show her anger, she was silent, and turned on the dance floor by pulling on the other hand blonde, a way may be to try to allay her displeasure . However, she was not ready to throw in the towel. Despite qu'Ilhem was my first tip-off homosexual, Amira was my first and the girl with whom I love.
