What a great weekend! A few of us went camping this weekend at a lake a couple hours from home. Shel, another woman, and a gay boy couple we know, plus two of their friends that we did not know all went. The weather was gorgeous and we had so much fun. What I got the biggest kick out of though, was this cute, little dyke couple we met on the trail. Is there anything cuter than young love?
I was out hiking on my own not far from camp. I'm not stupid. I wouldn't wander far, but I know this area pretty well and just wanted to stretch my legs a bit. Shel was wrapped up in a book by the lake, so I headed off on my own. At a point where two trails intersect, two other hikers joined my trail just ahead of me. Once I'd verified they were both women, I tried to determine if they were a couple. (Hey, I had nothing better to do.) They had a vibe of being together, but no physical contact at that point. They were both lean, athletic, and appeared to be in their early 20's. Dyke walks. Dyke hair cuts. Confident manner. My bet was they were together. Then their hands found each other. Bingo. I smiled. I love seeing lesbians being out and just being themselves.
One of them stopped to tie her shoe, and I passed by them, though I would have preferred to stay behind them. The scenery around us was beautiful, but they were another kind of scenery I enjoyed, you know? We smiled and nodded, doing the polite hiker thing. A moment later one of them called out, "Excuse me." I stopped, figuring she was speaking to me since there was no one else around. "Do you know how deep the lake is?" I had no clue, but it gave us a reason to start talking, which I later found out was their intention anyway. They'd been checking me out and were testing out their own gay-dar. I quickly made it clear that I was a lesbian, too. It's always good to know you are among friends, well, friendly strangers, anyway.
I ended up inviting them back to camp to hang out with us. They'd set up their camp not all that far from us, and we ended up partying with them Saturday night. They were all over each other in a sweet, sexy way, and had a ton of questions for us "more experienced" folks. We all had about 10-15 years on them and they were both very into gay culture and how it had come about and changed over the past 50 years. They'd met in college and had taken some gay studies classes together. We were apparently an embodiment of gay history, and not one of us was over 45. It's not like any of us were at Stonewall, or could even relate well to a time when it was not reasonably safe to be out as a gay person. (We live in an urban area in the Pacific Northwest, so our perspective may be much different that someone from a small town, or the South). Still, the differences 10-20 years make are amazing. These girls have never heard of Chris Williamson and women's music to them is anything a woman is performing. I found that both encouraging and kind of sad. When our institutions are no longer needed because we have become so mainstream, it is progress.
Shel here. Hi, all. I grabbed the keyboard before Steele has a chance to get morose and forget to tell you the good parts. It's Sunday night now and we're hanging at her house. Her internet connection sucks. I'm going to force her to sign up for high speed soon. We're writing this in Word and one of us will post it tomorrow. What Steele is too humble to write about is how these girls were drooling all over themselves trying to get her attention. Yes, they were clearly in love with each other, but were in lust with our dear Steele. After we'd all had a few drinks around the campfire, they pulled her aside and I overheard quite the conversation. I doubt they thought anyone was listening because the boys we were with were telling some loud, outrageous stories, and for the past half an hour had us all laughing so hard we were about to pee our pants . I was listening to the women.Would you rather listen to some boy blather on or keep track of what three beautiful women are doing? I'll call the women, Babe #1 and Babe #2.
Babe #1: Steele, can I get you another drink? Yours looks little low. Do you like a lot of ice or just a little?
(Nearest I can tell, Steele never has a chance to answer before Babe #1 rushes off to make the drink.)
Steele: Your girlfriend is cute. You guys are good together.
Babe #2: Thanks. She is cute. She's hot, too, don't you think?
Steele: Yes. You are a lucky woman.
Babe #2: Steele, we were wondering if you'd like to come back to our tent with us tonight. We are very open in our relationship and we think you are really hot.
Steele: Wow. I don't know what to say.
Babe #2: Say, "yes."
At that point, I couldn't quite hear, so I had to make my way closer so I could spy a bit better. Babe #2 is just going in for a kiss as Babe #1 sidles up behind Steele, pressing herself against Steele's back. I notice Steele tense up for a moment, maybe she's considering pulling away from the Babes, but then, she relaxes and pulls Babe #2 in for the kiss. The two of them start making out as Babe #1 manages to put down Steele's drink and is soon grinding against Steele's butt, her hands running all up and down Steele's fine frame. After a few minutes, the Babes switch positions, each of them wanting the taste of Steele's kiss. They go at it for a few minutes more before Steele breaks things up. She says something about the night being young and let's wait and see what happens. How she had the willpower to break away from those two fine women, I will never know. I was about to come just watching the three of them make out.
Steele just said I could probably come watching a couple ants make out. She might be right about that! Anyway, the Babes and Steele blend back in with the group as if nothing had happened for a while. I wink at Steele so she'd know I'd seen what had happened. We keep talking, laughing, drinking. A while later someone turns on some music. It must have been one of the boys. The first song we hear is, "It's Raining Men." The Babes start dancing. Soon most of us are dancing. Steele makes her way over the the Babes, this time she's the instigator, and soon the three of them are dirty dancing like noboby's business. I'm dancing with the other woman in our group, but we are truly just friends, and it's getting a little uncomfortable for me to be dancing with her with all this raw sexuality spilling out all over the campground. I could have used a good toy about then, or a cold shower. Anyway, it only took a few songs for things to get so heated up that our little trio disappeared for the night. I take it that Steele and friends had one hell of a good night.
Anything to add to that, Steele?
It was a great weekend!