Before I was curious, it turns out I was curious

My boyfriend David called me on my contention that I went through my early adulthood without being curious about men and he was right. There was a guy I was friends with in my senior year of high school named Steve. We took some of the same classes together and struck up a friendship and our respective girlfriends were besties so Steve and I would hang out from time to time.

We were both professional wrestling fans so we would smoke weed and then rehash matches in my bedroom. Totally innocent, at first, but as time went on the "wrestling" became more experimental in nature. We would do our moves and then we would take turns pinning each other. The pins would be based on matches that had happened but of course that all changed before long and we began taking turns laying on our stomach while the other basically dry humped. We pretended it was all part of the "match" and we never rubbed until we came. But there was a fascination with getting him hard and he evidently felt the same way.

It never went further than that with us. I would stroke once he left.

"So you WERE curious" David said.

"I just figured I was pregaming before my girlfriend came over"

"Denial and repression are such ugly things" He laughed.