So when Goddess shows up and divulges her nickname back in Montreal as “Three-Drink Lesbian”, what can I do but try to control my racing heartbeat and motion the waiter over to bring us another round?

And the saga continues. Maybe it was the long weekend. Maybe it was the hot weather. Maybe it was the 5 glasses of wine I consumed in under two hours. Whatever it was, Friday night turned into an unprecedented adventure I won’t forget for a looooooong time (in fact it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it has been etched away in my spank bank indefinitely).

Those of you who have been following the column know I struggle with being totally drawn into the sexual moment and uninhibited in my actions (a.k.a. my Adventure Allergies). Rehab so far has included showing my boyfriend my tits in a public restaurant, fucking my boyfriend in my family cottage’s Crayola bunk bed room and receiving a diddle from my boyfriend in a moving car.

The latest incident on the road to recovery was a biggie. My dude and I were gearing up to go out for drinks with a few good friends. When we arrived I realized one of them had brought along a total Goddess that he was kinda-sorta seeing. She was a confident, cheeky, gorgeous little brunette from Montreal and, judging from her comments throughout the night (and her very, very short skirt), she was also extremely sexually adventurous.

Before I continue with the story let me mention I have been itching to have a sensual experience with a woman since I hit puberty. To me a man’s body simply can’t compete with the grace and glorious curves of the female form, and I’ve always wanted to explore and enjoy that in detail. Up to this point I have been satisfying my cravings with regular readings of “Lesbian Erotica III” but have always kept my eyes out for real-life opportunities that may arise (my dude knows about this and is whole-heartedly supportive). So when Goddess shows up and divulges her nickname back in Montreal as “Three-Drink Lesbian”, what can I do but try to control my racing heartbeat and motion the waiter over to bring us another round?

It was around 1PM when we all made it back to our place. The boys got distracted over something involving Playstation so I invited Goddess out for a smoke on the back porch. After she lit my cigarette for me (hot) I decided to come totally clean by letting her know I was very bi-curious and found her unbelievably sexy.

And that’s when she kissed me. It was totally unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Her lips were so soft and full and totally delicious, and her ass was just so… so damn grabable. It. Felt. Wonderful.

The rest of the night progressed into a group game of truth or dare’s and seven minutes in heaven (so grade 7 I know, but sometimes a straight girl just need a little excuse to get it on with a woman). We finally all called it a night around the 5AM mark when my dude and I made our way up to our bedroom to have what I thought would be wild, rampant sex. Turns out we had a fight instead about boundaries (oops).

The good news is that after the fight came ANGRY wild, rampant sex, which can actually be better then plain wild, rampant sex. I had two orgasms and then we both passed out. The next morning I got up, packed my things, and left to my parents cottage for the weekend (which was planned but became much more dramatic under the circumstances). My regret? I didn’t get to say goodbye to Goddess in the morning. Ah well, that’s what Facebook is for right?

So it looks like I’ve traded in my Adventure Allergies for Inappropriate Influenza. Which is more severe? I’ll let you know next week. But I can defiantly tell you which is more fun…