I Kissed A Girl…And She Was a Stripper!

Did I ever tell you guys about the first time I kissed a girl?

I was 20 years old and living it up in Las Vegas with a fake ID. It was four in the morning, which meant my friends and I were just getting ready to pop our second E.

We were talking a rest from the raging clubs at one of those old school Vegas bars, (the one with the fire pits) when a girl came up to me and asked me if I knew what spots were hot that night.

She was petite and brunette, like me, but had something that I didn’t and was mesmerized by: a tongue piercing. I told her I had no idea and she confessed that she had just asked me that because she wanted to talk to me. She then invited me to see her dance the next night (I couldn’t believe this adorable alterna-chick was a stripper!) but unfortunately, we were leaving that afternoon.

Then the song “What’s Up” by 4 Non Blondes came on the jukebox. I know, gross, right?

“This is my favorite song to dance to,” she said. “Do you mind if I give you a lap dance?”

She pulled a chair out and sat me down right there in the middle of the floor. She gave me the hottest, slowest and juiciest lap dance I’ve ever had, to this date.

When the song came to an end, SHE tipped ME. Clutching my fiver, I leaned over and gave her a kiss just as slow and wet as her lap dance.

I’ve never listened to “What’s Up” the same way since.

Do you have a depraved tale of your first same-sex tongue wrestle? Kiss and tell in the comments below!