Monday, January 09, 2006
Girlie Dating #3
After Ingrid and I went our separate ways, I went out in search of a new ladyfriend. Again I placed an ad in the Berkeley Barb. This was how I met my next girlfriend, Gerrie. She was a couple of years older than me and far more experienced with women than I was. With men too, as she had been married for a while, was recently divorced when I met her, and she had an eight year old girl. Her husband described her as the most sexual person he had ever met.
Gerrie was fairly tall, with a moderate build and short curly brown hair. Fairly butch looking, I guess would be the term. After her divorce, Gerrie went to work for a temporary employment agency. She was sent out to work under a guy at Kaiser Permanente in Oakland in a technical writing department. Six months later he was working under her. Gerrie had that Scorpio managerial style going on. She saved up money and applied to law school at U.C. Davis. She graduated number two in her class and made the law review. I guess that's a big deal for lawyers.
Gerrie was dating men and women when I met her. The new male consort in her life was a grad student at Berkeley in the History Department. She told me how they used to play chess, and he would get a hard-on just doing that. But as a lover he was too inexperienced, and she was quite critical of him to me. He would manage to do or say something that screwed up the lovemaking just at the critical moment. Another time she described how he would come inside her, then stay there until he felt aroused again. That was a big turn-on for Gerrie, the sensation of him getting bigger inside her.
Gerrie had tumbled into polyamory without ever having to use the word. Or the term "bisexual." We were both. Everyone we knew at the time was pretty much both. No one ever thought about it really, or felt a need to run on about it. I suppose we were all busy running around doing/being/acting on it.
She and I had a number of little adventures surrounding our relationship.
My first threesome experience was with Gerrie and another woman, Michelle. Michelle was in a long-term relationship with a blonde woman named Kathy. I had run across the pair when I answered their ad to rent out their basement room. I picked up that they were gay, and they thought the same of me. Then I introduced Gerrie to them.
After a night of bar-hopping, we returned to Gerrie's apartment. Gerrie, Michelle and I. One thing led to another and before long we were all in bed together. Michelle fucked Gerrie with several fingers while I watched. I remembered that because I had never seen two girls together before, or using their fingers. I did a lot of watching, in rapt fascination.
They pretty much ignored me, being the least experienced one there I suppose. Later, when Gerrie was out of the room, Michelle got very friendly towards me. I was not sure at all though where things should be going. The repercussions of this night were rather dramatic. It never occurred to us that Michelle would run home and blab to her long-time partner. But she did. The partner, Kathy, called me up first and chastised me right and left, as if I were the prime instigator of the transgression. I didn't tell her that I really wasn't a player that night, it was more the two of them. But I suspect she knew all along that Gerrie had set things in motion. It was a lot easier for her to beat me up than to confront Gerrie. The aura of complicated emotional drama seemed to hover around Gerrie's life at that time.
She and I were probably not the best match. But I did not know that at the time. We went out for several months, so Gerrie actually has been the longest sexual relationship I have had with another woman. I felt myself growing attached to her though, and as that happened she started pulling back from me. Or so it seemed. I felt attached without really knowing what I wanted from her. Or knowing what she wanted from me. We were probably both "experience hunters," if you had asked us what we saw for ourselves five years down the road, God knows what we would have answered.
I saw Gerrie go through a number of women (and men) after we ceased being intimate. After me she dumped the blonde lover, Charlotte, who was next in line. Charlotte was really upset by that, and consoled herself one night with me. It was pleasant and nice and she was a sweet, lovely woman. But we were basically friends, and we went back to that after the experiment concluded that night.
Gerrie dropped in on me, out of the blue, some years later. She came by my studio digs in the Berkeley Hills with her latest girlfriend. I had long forgotten about her, and was quite surprised she had my address still. Was she showing off the new girlfriend to me? I felt that, and it was no biggie, but I didn't want to be part of any more drama scenes with her.
She did, however, introduce me to another male lover at the time. His name was Don, and he (and his ex-wife) turned out to be another interesting experiment for me. But even here there was fall-out we had not intended, and Gerrie's influence could be felt once more.
TO BE CONTINUED
Gerrie was fairly tall, with a moderate build and short curly brown hair. Fairly butch looking, I guess would be the term. After her divorce, Gerrie went to work for a temporary employment agency. She was sent out to work under a guy at Kaiser Permanente in Oakland in a technical writing department. Six months later he was working under her. Gerrie had that Scorpio managerial style going on. She saved up money and applied to law school at U.C. Davis. She graduated number two in her class and made the law review. I guess that's a big deal for lawyers.
Gerrie was dating men and women when I met her. The new male consort in her life was a grad student at Berkeley in the History Department. She told me how they used to play chess, and he would get a hard-on just doing that. But as a lover he was too inexperienced, and she was quite critical of him to me. He would manage to do or say something that screwed up the lovemaking just at the critical moment. Another time she described how he would come inside her, then stay there until he felt aroused again. That was a big turn-on for Gerrie, the sensation of him getting bigger inside her.
Gerrie had tumbled into polyamory without ever having to use the word. Or the term "bisexual." We were both. Everyone we knew at the time was pretty much both. No one ever thought about it really, or felt a need to run on about it. I suppose we were all busy running around doing/being/acting on it.
She and I had a number of little adventures surrounding our relationship.
My first threesome experience was with Gerrie and another woman, Michelle. Michelle was in a long-term relationship with a blonde woman named Kathy. I had run across the pair when I answered their ad to rent out their basement room. I picked up that they were gay, and they thought the same of me. Then I introduced Gerrie to them.
After a night of bar-hopping, we returned to Gerrie's apartment. Gerrie, Michelle and I. One thing led to another and before long we were all in bed together. Michelle fucked Gerrie with several fingers while I watched. I remembered that because I had never seen two girls together before, or using their fingers. I did a lot of watching, in rapt fascination.
They pretty much ignored me, being the least experienced one there I suppose. Later, when Gerrie was out of the room, Michelle got very friendly towards me. I was not sure at all though where things should be going. The repercussions of this night were rather dramatic. It never occurred to us that Michelle would run home and blab to her long-time partner. But she did. The partner, Kathy, called me up first and chastised me right and left, as if I were the prime instigator of the transgression. I didn't tell her that I really wasn't a player that night, it was more the two of them. But I suspect she knew all along that Gerrie had set things in motion. It was a lot easier for her to beat me up than to confront Gerrie. The aura of complicated emotional drama seemed to hover around Gerrie's life at that time.
She and I were probably not the best match. But I did not know that at the time. We went out for several months, so Gerrie actually has been the longest sexual relationship I have had with another woman. I felt myself growing attached to her though, and as that happened she started pulling back from me. Or so it seemed. I felt attached without really knowing what I wanted from her. Or knowing what she wanted from me. We were probably both "experience hunters," if you had asked us what we saw for ourselves five years down the road, God knows what we would have answered.
I saw Gerrie go through a number of women (and men) after we ceased being intimate. After me she dumped the blonde lover, Charlotte, who was next in line. Charlotte was really upset by that, and consoled herself one night with me. It was pleasant and nice and she was a sweet, lovely woman. But we were basically friends, and we went back to that after the experiment concluded that night.
Gerrie dropped in on me, out of the blue, some years later. She came by my studio digs in the Berkeley Hills with her latest girlfriend. I had long forgotten about her, and was quite surprised she had my address still. Was she showing off the new girlfriend to me? I felt that, and it was no biggie, but I didn't want to be part of any more drama scenes with her.
She did, however, introduce me to another male lover at the time. His name was Don, and he (and his ex-wife) turned out to be another interesting experiment for me. But even here there was fall-out we had not intended, and Gerrie's influence could be felt once more.
TO BE CONTINUED
