Since that day, I'm not really reached a wink. I was happy, ecstatic. I thought it was one of my dreams fantastic roses. Finally, I am privileged to come out with a girl, take a step into the magnificent world of lesbianism, to live my life as I have always wanted without being able to immerse myself in this little world discreet and special.
I no longer felt the need to hide, or even play the hypocrite with my boyfriend. The very next day, I left a message on his mobile phone. For the first time in my life, I took my courage in both hands, and what I Tapai following "Fahmi, I'm sorry, but I want to break." It was easy to type! Say in the face, would surely surly. But hey, it was how my mother when she dropped my father. It did not bother to wait until evening, when he would come back. The morning after her a kiss, as if everything was fine. It was all his luggage, as finally leave our house, or rather our old house, since it was sold exactly two months after their divorce. Anyway, I remember very well that day, there was a strike for the Palestinian cause in the street, Most protesters were students from high school Taher Sfar, and high school boys, but in brackets, they participated in this event to skip class and not to be heard in the name of solidarity, it makes me recall also the trustees of our young faculty, who thought they were Superman, who kept saying in a speech in two balls, they represented the voice of students, but in truth they spoke, always using the third person plural when they sought only their own good and why not get out to pull any political office.
I know I'm a big mouth and I often change the subject. In short, I approached my mother, I thought she had to travel. She had the annoying habit of always we announce his intention to take the air at the last minute.
- So where are you going to go this time?
She stroked my face, while bending a final dress.
- I'm visiting my mother!
- And why all these suitcases?
She closed the bag, then staring at me with a deep gaze.
- I'll spend a few days with her!
- A few days with half of your closets?
- Yasmine, plug me in peace!
then pushed me gently the palm of his hand, carried the two suitcases ready and went downstairs. Only at night when my dad came home late for the first time I know the real reason. He stopped outside his room, the expression of grief invading his face and told me in an agitated voice.
- Your mother wants a divorce! and laughing, she did not even bother to tell me in the face and leaving a bottle of wine from a bag he brought with him is my mother in law gave me this said, and drinking a good mouthful, fortunately she is the daughter of good family!
After he locked himself in his room. I heard cry a quarter of an hour, then silence reigned and melody bulge took over. He probably drank together, mixing the strong taste of the wine to the bitterness he felt, because I found the next day the whole bottle vacuum under the bed. That
, thus summing up, we inherit not only genes but behaviors, and that's something that I had my mother put an end to a relationship fresh.
That's what I thought anyway. But Fahmi, was not ready to let go. The very next day, he was only calling me constantly but I did not answer not. Even during my first tip-off to the North Star, my cell phone kept vibrating. Ilhem, staring at me with a look and seductive as she noticed that my phone was making tiny jumps on the table, she spoke.
- is he now?
Ashamed, and setting the mobile phone on the table with a gesture of annoyance.
- Yes, it pisses me off!
Drinking while holding the straw.
- He is not ready to let you go, it is probably in love with you!
- Yes, but I'm not!
- Say it!
By clicking on the nerves on the hang-up button.
- I sent him a message!
She left a great smile earn his face, and resumed.
- My sweetie, always doing things in front! a simple message, not enough to break! and stroking my hand, especially not when your boyfriend is in love with you!
- This is not my boyfriend, I do not like it was just ...
In lighting a cigarette, she interrupted me.
- I know, I know, to save face! and making me a glance, most lesbians have gone through this step! Then
stroking my hand affectionately.
- So have you ever kissed a girl?
cheeks all red.
- No, never! She plunged
her gaze in mine, and resumed.
- I am so honored to be your first and your professor of art of kissing!
- Art of kissing?
To clarify, Ilhem was a student of English, which is why her beloved deploy English words, yet it was not brilliant at the faculty, but you know, probably the girls "in" and everything they do to stand out including the level of language.
For an hour and a half, she was just telling me about his ex who was dropped to bring the former couple with an old ex at her, she knew about Face Book. On numerous occasions, I wanted to yell "hey! I am fed up, talking about something else! "But as I was cowardly, I concealed my anger with a sadistic smile. And it was eventually my first lesson of lesbianism.
Rule number 1: never go out with a lesbian who has just split with his ex!
I understood clearly that golden rule until a few months ago and lived in my new community.
But I was happy when it finally decipher my smile in both directions. She drank a glass of strawberry juice and told me.
- I'm sorry ! I know I talk too much about her! but only because she left me for my ex's ex!
Then, patting my hand again.
- So that tells you a party?
eyes wide open.
- Pardon?
- A party! a lesbian party, a friend of mine, who celebrates her birthday! The idea
me so horny especially when she added that there would be full of lesbians and bisexuals in the apartment of his girlfriend.
the evening so to 22h, with my new girlfriend, we stopped at a nice apartment Menzah 6.
I was thrilled, this is in two words how I describe myself. Hand in hand with Ilhem, and heart pounding. She knocked on the door. And to my surprise, the person who will open the door was his girlfriend the other night tripped to ButterFly Gammarth, the girl who bewitched me, Amira, the dancing queen.
She would kiss my girlfriend looked at me from the corner of his eye and gave me a kiss quickly. Then in a gesture with his hand asked us to enter. In
whispering in the ears Ilhem.
- Why you have not told me she would be there?
She stopped in front of me, and looking at me strangely.
- That makes you a problem, its presence?
Shaking shoulders, disturbed while trying to look Amira.
- No, but you should've told me, anyway!
She patted me on the right shoulder and laughs.
- Anyway, it's his birthday and his apartment!
then pushed me with both arms toward the front.
- Well, that's the band!
Leaving the hall, I looked at him a dozen girls, sitting on mattresses on the floor in the parlor. A girl of two, holding a beer, and stared at me, all with a glance both kind and inquisitive. And I have spotted at least two pairs, complex since they had no kissing on the mouth before the rest of the guests. Ilhem, holding me by the hand, proudly introduced me to girls.
- Hey, girls! I present you my new girlfriend Yasmine! The band
girls smiled. Some made me a cuckoo with soft hands, from a certain sympathy. And a look at tomboy, spoke to me.
- I've not seen before!
Ilhem, laughing as usual, hold me tight in his arms.
- It's a new one!
- Um, so we must celebrate his coming out!
She put her soft hands around my waist, and tickling my nose with hers.
- I'll do it my way!
Meanwhile, Amira, opened a beer, after attending carefully to cuddle and sat side by side with the girl men who spoke to me.
Immediately after Ilhem, sat on a mattress close to the TV, and pulled me by the hand and told me.
- Come sit beside me, or my legs if you like! In
laughing while I sat beside her.
- I weigh 61kg, I am afraid crush you!
She laughed and kissed me.
- No worry, I'm full! Then
Amira, interrupted us by talking aloud to everyone.
- Hey, girls, and if we play to share truth!
- Good idea! Ilhem cried, I love this game! Then
only seven girls, were invited a large circle, to participate in this game, while the two couples are on the same position, kissing on the lips, as if they were in a race that spends more time glued to the lips of his lover.
animation, game, was the daughter male named Hana, and it was she who changed the rules game to his liking and assigned to participants, whether they should answer a question or perform an action. For my part, I was rather in the first category, for Amir, the poor, she had to obey orders.
Ilhem, thus began the game by turning to Hana.
- The last time you made love!
- Three days ago!
All girls, both.
- Wow! with whom? you're not single? It
ria, and answered.
- was a one night stand!
Then each in turn played until after arriving at Amira asking a question naughty, a participant tasted the vengeance of his opponent, a bisexual, working as a stewardess.
- Ok! you have to kiss a girl!
- No! I will not do that! Amira said, crossing his arms.
Hana, laughing.
- What are the rules of the game!
then grabbed a bottle and so turn the floor, inside the small circle formed by your legs stuck to each other. After three rotations, the bottle, chose me. Hana laughed, and patted Amira, mocking.
- Well, you gotta kiss the girl of your best friend!
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