Tag: Bisexual

Pomengranate — 17- Alana’s love scene

It was around 3:00 a.m., Marc was twisting and turning. He was not much of a sleeper. R.E.M. was playing in his bedroom.  He grabbed his iPhone couldn’t decide who to text.

“Hey, Alana, how are you?”

Alana and Tzipora were cuddling in Tzipora’s bed in her Soho loft.  Alana had never slept with a woman.  But she was enjoying the moment.  As they were whispering in each other’s ears, Alana’s phone blasted, “Love will Tear us Apart.”

“I bet ‘ya that’s Marc, isn’t Alana”?

Alana smiled and breathed deeply. Tzipora knew the answer.  She held Alana tighter.

“So how fast are you going to jump out of my bed and run to the boy?”

Alana laughed.  She kissed Tzipora.

“Well, you’ve known me all my life. So you know I am going to see him again.  We will likely fight. Did you see me in the bar when that guy started harassing Stacey?”

“Yeah.  What are you?”

“I don’t know. But you must keep it a secret.”

“I promise I will. And you must keep our current interlude quiet. I know this is virgin territory for you.  But I hope we can try again.  It might help you. “

“Perhaps.”

They looked at each other and dozed off.  They woke a few hours later, showered together, and went to the bagel store.  They gave each other the typical girlfriend goodbye kiss and walked off.

Alana texted Marc, “Hey, just finished breakfast. What are you up to?”

Jen was down the block.

Pomengranate – 16

Alana was at work.  She was feeling peaceful. Some of her volunteer groups annoyed her. But that’s life. The world hasn’t rotated off its axis.  After work was girl’s night. She and a few of her girlfriends were meeting in an Alphabet City bar for drinks and to hear music.

She moseyed through her day and left for the bar.  Stacey, Ellen and Tzipora were at the bar when she arrived. Girlie cocktails and beer were flowing.  Eighties tunes were cranking. Eventually, a band would take the stage.

The ladies ordered some veggie burgers.  None of them needed to worry about their figures. They were all in great shape. They’ve been friends since elementary school.

Their conversations ranged from the market, music, work and guys.  And girls, as Tzipora, is bi.  The night was a typical NYC bar night. Some guys started flirting with the ladies. The ladies smiled and sipped their beverages. A few ladies started flirting with them, too.  The ladies were hot. They loved getting hit on by everyone.

A drunken jock started hitting on them. Weird. Not that he was hitting on them but this was far from the bar that these types hung. The place was much more artsy and alternative. TVs were not playing sports, rather music videos and dance. Alana took it all in stride. She was feeling happy.

The guy went after Stacey, the quieter girl of the crew.  She was pleased. She has a hard time meeting guys. But she wasn’t sure if this how she wants to meet her beshert.  The guy put his hands on her shoulders and tried to kiss her. She got scared.  Alana was a little tipsy at the time. The other ladies were engaged in a deep conversation about today’s political environment. Funny enough they were in a very artsy liberal bar and are fairly conservative.  They didn’t care about the social issues. But are very business conservative and nationalistic.

Stacey asked the guy to walk away.  He started screaming at her. The bar was quite loud. The bartender and security guard heard and saw nothing. The guy tried to touch her again.

As soon as his hands tried to grab her, Alana slammed down her cocktail glass on the bar.  Her whole body tensed.  Her peace ended.  She walked right up to the guy.

“Leave my girl alone,” she belted out.

“What are you gonna do about it?” he screamed as he shoved his way toward Alana and flexed his muscles.   Big mistake. As he was posing Alana shot a stream of pomegranate wine out of her eyes.  She hit him the eyes and all over his football jersey.  He fell down. But got up.  He wiped his eyes out and tried to punch Alana. She laughed. As he tried to put his fist in her face, a vine of figs came out of her mouth. They wrapped around his neck. He began to choke. He fell down.

Alana looked at her friends and decided it was time for her to go. As she raced to the door, Tzipora trailed her.  They smiled at each other, embraced and their lips locked.