jessica

WOMEN 67
A delightful, poetic, free-spirited, healthily sexual young soul. We met in a jazz club in Brooklyn. I had come with another woman meeting a larger group of friends, most of whom knew the musicians. There was a growing romantic connection with that woman, but she never returned my calls after that night, most likely because she didn’t like the energy between Jessica and i. I wouldn’t say we were quite flirting, but Jessica had come all by herself and i was genuinely attentive...and that’s the way these things go. We met in the Village a couple weeks later, and spent a day reading our poetry to each other in a park, then wandering through the tail end of the gay pride parade. I intensely wanted to hold her, and told her so. She smiled, and made no comment. Next month, we spent an evening at my home. She danced in the kitchen while i made dinner. She had long brown wavy hair, a lazy smile, and oh-so-full mammary glands. She was in her early twenties, and of her bisexuality she said that female companionship made her quite fulfilled, but that she would never give up men, as she liked cock too much. After eating, we sat on the couch and watched an artistic erotic Japanese film which we were alternately interested and disinterested in. She suddenly pulled one of my fingers into her mouth. I responded with nuzzles and affection. We spent the night in my bed together, in various states of undress and sexual embrace. I held back from full coitus, as i wasn’t sure about taking a lover who professed disinterest in monogamy. At no point did i think we had a profound compatibility, but…there were times over the next few months when i thought i might love her more uninhibitedly, given another chance. But she'd met a boy from Boston whom she was becoming serious about. Jessica was a part of a four-day sequence in my life that was, well, unprecedented. Understand, i’d generally been as far from a “womanizer” as one can get, at least in the easily quantifiable ways. I’d almost never been romantically involved with more than one woman at the same time, and between lovers there had been gaps sometimes measured in years. But living in New York kind of made the previous eight years in Florida seem a romantic wasteland, at least that first year or three. Perhaps it was that New York women responded more to thoughtful, artistic types. Perhaps it was that there are 500,000 more single women than men. Perhaps it was just dumb coincidence, or something else or all of the above...but my night with Jessica was part of a four-night sequence in which i slept with three different women. One was spent in platonic cuddling with Jocasta, an actress friend. The third night was spent with, um, Vanessa, i think. Or Elisabeth. No, Vanessa. I liked New York.