My Summer Without Men_(0)

Are you fucking more now and enjoying it less?  This should have been my mantra after my first year of college.  I had become a favorite at fraternities, but was finding less and less satisfaction with the men I was sleeping with.  I struggled to find the reason I was not having those wonderful orgasms I had been reading about.  Oh, I had one or two really good ones, but the majority of my sexual escapades left me feeling frustrated.
My first thought: Maybe something was wrong with me physically.  Nope…I could satisfy myself with no problem.  My nimble little fingers could make me cum every time so it wasn’t that.

My next thought: “All these guys are lousy lovers.”  A convenient rationalization, but I’d been with too many men for all of them to be bad.

My conclusion: “Maybe I’m a lesbian” I had always been curious about making love to another woman, perhaps it was more than mere curiosity.  Perhaps this was my true sexual preference and that’s why men were not satisfying me.

I wasn’t sure of the reason.  The only thing I was sure of was that I was not going to fuck any man for the entire summer.  The only problem that remained was how to put myself in an environment that would make that an attainable goal.  The solution to this dilemma turned out to be easier than expected.

I had a lot of gay male friends; in fact my two best friends at the time were gay and always took me with them to the clubs in Philadelphia, so when they invited me to spend the summer with them in Atlantic City I jumped at the chance.  At the time, New York Ave. was the “gay strip” and was the wildest, most fun place to be.  We took one room at the Hotel Carroll, which we used mostly just, for showers and changing clothes.  We would spend all night in the bars dancing and watching the female impersonators while getting drunk and stoned and high on amyl nitrate.  The days were spent sleeping on the beach.  I was young and free and it was a very enjoyable time.

My two best friends, both named Michael, had told everyone that we were related.  One said I was his cousin, the other his stepsister.  This way if any one of us was being annoyed by someone we didn’t want to be with, we would just find each other and had an excuse to get away.  It was a perfect setup.  The boys were always looking out for and protecting me.  One morning they really surprised me.  I had left the bar at about 9am and had gone back to the hotel room to shower and change.  Well, I got undressed, laid down on the bed and promptly fell asleep.  My guardians, along with about 5 of their friends came looking for me.  Deciding that it was too beautiful a day for me to be sleeping in a musty old hotel room, they felt they should wake me up.  I wouldn’t have minded being woken up, but a bottle of amyl stuck under my nose is not the way I would have chosen.  I jumped up, totally nude, only to find 7 great looking guys in my room.  None of which had any interest in me whatsoever.  It was at that moment my thoughts began to change.