Skirt Club Erotica: Chapter One

A story of curiosity, courage, & desire

Chapter One: The Awakening

I’m not one of those bisexuals who always knew—you know, the ones who used to practice kissing their friends at sleepovers and came out in high school. I bloomed into my bisexuality late. 

It came upon me slowly, then all at once. I’d notice my glances at women walking past on the street turning to stares. I’d notice myself not getting upset seeing boyfriends checking out women. Instead, I’d join them, pointing out the way their dresses hugged their curves or that the color of their eyes was particularly striking. 

It isn’t until I am well into my twenties that a boyfriend finally says something about it. 
 

“Do you think you might be bi?” Matt, who’d been by my side for five years, says. 

We are eating ravenously from boxes of takeout on the couch after a run. I drop my fork in my box, swallow, and leave my now-empty mouth hanging open. 

The revelation shocks me, but I feel simultaneously seen as if for the first time. “But, I’ve only ever dated men,” I say. 

Other people could be bisexual, I always thought. 

But not me. 

I haven’t even kissed a woman before. 

Who am I to label myself queer? 

“That doesn’t matter,” he says, shaking his head and running a hand through his curls. 

“When did you get so enlightened?” I ask. 

He laughs. 

“Anyways, even if I am, it doesn’t matter, though, does it?” I say. “I want to be with you forever.”

Matt squeezes my hand but doesn’t say anything. He knows better than to argue with me about something so personal. 

“How long have you known?” I ask. 

“Since we met. It’s been obvious. I was waiting for you to tell me.” 
 

Now it is my turn to laugh. My cheeks grow warm and red. I feel exposed. 

With my girlfriends the next weekend, I recount the story. We are sitting on a terrace. People spill in and out of the bar, trying to weave through the crowd to get the attention of the bartender. 

“So what will you do?” Amy, who was more sister than pal at this point, says. “Are you going to come out? Open your relationship?” 

I sigh, overwhelmed by what feels like a sudden to-do list, but I can sense that within my overwhelm is an excitement. “I don’t know exactly.” 

“A friend of mine mentioned she goes to these super low-key sex parties,” Leesa pipes up. “It’s all women like you.” 

“Women like me?” I furrow my brow. 
 

“You know, women who are newly out or interested in exploring their sexuality,” she continues. “Some are in relationships with men.” 

“Matt would never go for that,” I say, nearly spitting out my drink. 

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask.” 

I shrug. “Touché. Well, if I were to go to one of these…parties, how would I find one?” 

Leesa is already on her phone, searching for a web link on Safari. Mine pings a second later. I click the link. “Skirt Club,” I say under my breath, reading the site. My cheeks flush, seeing the images on the homepage. 

That night, I am practically bursting through the door of the flat I share with Matt , eager to get a better look at the site. I read stories upon stories of women like me. Matt is fast asleep, but I know now what I want to do. 

In the morning, I make two cups of coffee and bring them back to bed. It is Saturday. We are in the mood to laze around. In the afternoon, we’ll go to the farmer’s market and take the dog for a walk. But for now, we’ll sip from our mugs and chat shit about our colleagues and show each other memes and maybe catch up on a show or listen to a new album that dropped the week prior. It is our Saturday routine. 

“You’ll never believe what Leesa suggested last night,” I begin, gulping down coffee and nerves. 

“Oh yeah?” Matt looks at me quizzically. 

“She thinks I should go to this sex party. It’s all bisexual women. A lot of them are in relationships with men. They have events, like once a month in London, well, all over the world, really. What would you think of that?” 

I am rambling, covering my face with my hands—my mug abandoned on the coaster on my bedside table.

Matt looks amused, which surprises me. His smile is wide. “Look at you!” he says after a while. “Who would’ve thought you’d get so adventurous?”

“Would you be ok with me going?” My nerves are starting to dissipate, but they aren’t gone completely. 

“Babe, I want to marry you, but I also want you to get to explore this part of yourself. I think it’s important.” 

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