A young lesbian story
This is a short story about Holly a girl from Dublin and her early experiences in coming out.
I am Holly, I'm eighteen years old, single, lesbian and from Dublin. I am 5'9, brunette, slim with 34 b breasts and a nice firm ass and thighs. I am currently attending U.C.D on a sports scholarship. Living at home with my parents, I play soccer and do a bit of kickboxing. I have recently come to terms with my gay identity and have had a few experiences. All were brief, a game of truth or dare at a slumber party, kissing an exchange student at a disco etc. I had started to notice the subtle changes in the way I looked at guys and girls from maybe fourteen onward. I could still find a guy handsome to look at but not in a sexual way. I found myself watching women more, I guess I always had but now for the first time admiring their form, their figures. Despite not being under any peer pressure I always tried to fight it, even though a few of the girls I played soccer with were "out."
I had to catch myself a few times when in the changing rooms after soccer matches when in the showers in case I found myself staring. It did not sit well with me as I didn't want to be gay. I wanted to be normal. I know that sounds bad but I didn't want to be different or stand out. So I made a conscious decision to hide it as much as possible, hoping that in time these feelings would go away or I could learn to control them. I chose abstinence, made sure not to put myself in any compromising situations and carried on as normal as much as possible.
I used to confide in one of the girls, Deidre. She had a girlfriend and was quite comfortable with being a lesbian. She told me it wasn't something that was going to go away or shut off like a valve. Eventually, I would have to accept who I was and learn to live with it. The straw that broke the camel's back was a soccer-related injury.
I suffered what is commonly referred to as a dead leg, about ten days before Christmas. Nothing too serious but it was healing properly so I needed physio. Normally a bit of rest, ice, compression or elevation would work but after a week it wasn't improving. As it was coming up to Christmas and I had a few games on over that period, I arranged a session with a local sports physio to ease it out. I had never been here before so wasn't sure what to expect. I went on the day, dressed in leggings, a tank top, a hoodie and sneakers. When I arrived I had to fill out two forms beforehand, and then was shown to one of the rooms. The layout was simple, an office space with a desk and two chairs, a floor mat with some kettle bells, foam rollers and a massage table. Next to it was a trolley with some oils.
The physio was sitting at the desk waiting for me as I entered. She was a blond foreign woman, in her 30's quite attractive with a sort of stern countenance. She was just reading over my forms as I entered and looked up at me.
"Hello, I am Monica, please be seated while I just read over these," she said pointing to the chair.
I sat down, "Hi, I'm Holly."
"So Holly, I see you have a dead leg. How exactly did it happen," she asked.
"I was playing soccer and got caught with a knee while running. I have tried ice, heat and rest but it's still tight, hence why I am here," I said.
"It is your thigh or quadriceps muscle, the blow you received crushes it against the bone and damages the fibers and blood vessels. It can cause some minor internal bleeding or swelling and causes the quadriceps to tighten and stiffen. It's common enough and easily fixed with a bit of physio," she said smiling.
"Great, I was getting worried that I might not play for a bit", I said.
Monica looked up at me and smiled, "So Holly, I will need you to remove your leggings and sneakers and climb up onto the table for me. You can put your s leggings and sneakers over here and then we can get started."
"OK, no problem," I said removing them and sitting up on the table.
"So I will move the back of the table up so you may lie against it, no need for you to lie down," she said pulling the back of the table up for me to sit against.
I lay back. "Thank you," I said.
"So I am just going to examine it to see exactly what muscle and fibers are damaged, to what extent and what treatment it will need," she said.
She started to examine my thigh running her hand up and down it, making comparisons with my other leg gently squeezing and feeling it. As she did this I felt for the first time in a long time I was aroused. I had to deliberately tell myself to think of something else other than Monica rubbing my leg. I could feel my vagina becoming quite moist. Once she had completed her examination she went back to her desk to get the clipboard my forms were on to write some notes, then returned. While she did that I tried to dry and cover up my panties as much as possible.
"So Holly it's not too bad, still tight, but not too severe. So I am recommending a small bit of electrotherapy as you have already had a week's rest this will accelerate the healing process. You may or may not need a second session of it, we will see but I will also show you some stretching that will help with the recovery. So just lie there while I get the EMS machine and get started, "she said while she left the room.
I was quite relieved as she left because I wasn't sure if I would have been able to control myself if she started to massage my leg. As it was The EMS was a simple contraption that she strapped to my leg and emitted electrical impulses to the injured area. My leg felt pretty good after and Monica gave me a couple of simple stretches to do to stop it from tightening up. Once done I dressed, paid for my visit and left. My visit confirmed my worst fears, that a woman's touch would cause me to become aroused and that I might be gay. Instead of going straight home, I decided to get a taxi into town and pay a visit to a sex shop. I had been to it before but didn't stay long. I was interested in buying some lesbian movies maybe a toy. The taxi dropped me off outside "The pussy patrol", I know a ridiculous name. There were only a few customers inside and two sales assistants behind the counter.
I know from my previous visit there are booths out back that you can rent and watch movies. It's known they have glory holes and such but I'm not interested. Anyway, I went in to check out the DVDs they had and made my way to the lesbian section. I was perusing this section when one of the store assistants, a slightly older attractive woman approached me and asked if I needed anything. She was tall and dressed like a bit of a tomboy with a t-shirt, dungarees and boots with purple dye in her short hair. I would have put her around forty.
She approached me and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"No, thank you, I'm good, just looking, thanks," I replied.
"Well if you need anything just give me a shout, I've seen most of the good ones", she said.
She returned to her counter where she served a few other customers while I looked at the movies on display and picked out two for later. "Mom licks teens" and "women seeking women."
I picked them because I liked the women on the cover. I checked out the toys and decided on getting a suction cup seven-inch dildo. As nothing else had caught my eye I decided to pay for them.
I went to the counter, "Just these thanks," I said to the shop assistant.
She took the items, looked them over then scanned them.
"That's ninety-three euros?" she said.
"OH, OK I didn't realize they were that much. AH it's OK, I'll pay by card," I said.
"There are good movies, you will enjoy them and they have made quite a few sequels to them," she said.
"Good, I wasn't sure which ones were so I just picked the ones with the nicest cover, "I replied slightly blushing putting them into a bag.
