As long as I remember, I've read stories about women who have these great experiences with lesbian sex. Either they're going through their teen years looking for a safe release among friends or maybe even that they had gone off to college and gotten really close to a roommate. I have also heard of stories where a husband or boyfriend has pushed the idea of a threesome leading toward sex with another woman. I felt that women were alive about sex and that they had something to share with me, so from a young age I waited for my experience.
Even before I really understood the greatness of sex and all the details that go along with it, I was already craving a release from my primal desires. I simply played this out with stuffed animals I had and various pillows. Being as young as I was, I really didn't know what I was doing. All I knew was that it felt good...really good and it felt so natural. I think because my first sexual experiences with my body were ones of comfort and pleasure, I've always thought of sex openly and with great curiosity rather than fear or embarrassment. For a few years, I continued to rub my soft skin up against anything smooth I could find, getting off quietly in my room.
Then came middle school, a dreaded time in my life. It's a place where no one really fits in and you're still trying to find a grasp on who you are. Little did I know this confusing air gets more complicated as you get older. Middle school, however, brought me sex education. Not the classroom kind that censored the idea of sex but the kind you get from your friends: crude, dirty, horribly exaggerated and made mostly of fantasies. This knowledge came from conversations I would overhear or rumors that would pass through the halls. It never seemed to come from my friends, however, and this baffled me as well.
Of course, at this age I assumed that all girls played with themselves and explored their bodies. I could lie in bed for hours just running my hands over my skin, feeling the way it had changed throughout the last few years. I was now wearing a bra, filling out a B cup nicely and my bright, red hair growing in places it hadn't before. During this time, I started to get more daring and letting my fingers wander more brazenly through my body. One night, I dared to stick one of my fingers inside my small, warm flower. At this point my dirty words, though building were limited.
Then, a revelation to me, my family got the internet. This offered a million doors to all the things you'd ever want to know. I could ask endless questions to people I'd never have to meet, and they would tell me everything about sex. My appetite grew and I continued to nurture my hunger for satisfaction.
One thing that my internet friends gave me was an insight on how to better pleasure myself. One day I stumbled into a lesbian chat room and a very kind lady told me about how awkward being a teen can be. Something I knew all too well. She gave me a few tips on masturbating to increase my ability. The way she spoke to me felt warm and almost maternal. From then on, I had a respect for women and the bond they shared. As well, my curiosity became more overwhelming.
Around 7th grade it became painfully obvious that my friends were not the same. They did not have a bursting feeling inside them and they were not hungry for more insight into a sexual world. I would drop innocent hints, hoping they would pick up on them. I'd mention how different we all had become and how growing up feels so strange. Once, during a game of the fated truth or dare, I asked someone if they had ever fingered themselves. With seven looks of shock and disgust, I decided that I would be traveling this teenage angst journey on my own.
A few years went passed and I became more creative. I started out one day using a pen to see how far I could put it inside of me. A pen is not very thick at all and so it was an easy way for me to explore without feeling much pain. Eventually, I mustered up the courage to use handles of various kitchen utensils. There were so many, it seemed endless. I enjoyed plastic ones, wooden ones, thick ones, thin ones.......that kept me pretty happy for a while.
As I look back, I remember my favorite toy ended up being a potato masher. At first I didn't see its potential but after a few heated sessions I realized what I could do with it. The potato masher was plastic, it had a thick white handle that had rounded edges but was somewhat flat shaped. The handle was hollow in the middle so after playing with it for a while I could pull it out and drag my tongue through the slit. This gave me an appreciation for the way I taste and I found that I very much enjoyed what my sweet pussy tasted like. From these experiences, I always wondered what other women tasted like.
This wasn't the end to my favorite toy. One thing I loved was that I could push it all the way in and rub my clit against the end. It would take a long time but once I got it far enough inside me, it was wonderful. It gave me some of the best orgasms I've ever had by myself. If I squeezed my legs right it could be a hands off experience and I could focus on other things. This, naturally, led to a breast phase where I discovered how pleasuring our tits can be if you give them enough attention. I can see that all of the things I love about sex today come from events in my life, different Saturday afternoon activities I've experienced. Now, I love to play with my breasts, I can spend an hour just touching them, teasing them and building up the sensations that always follow. They're a big turn on for me and I revel in the chance to show my devoted attention to a great pair of tits.
I love the way that breasts bounce during sex. By the time high school came, I had filled out into a C cup and they were rather alluring. I would fantasize about riding someone, straddling them just so I could look down and watch my breasts bounce with excitement. This brought out a new use for my toy. Because a potato masher is flat, I could sit it on the ground and slowly slide my self down on top of it. It took a great deal of balance and it was more difficult at times than I wanted to put up with but the pay off was immense. I could bounce up and down and hit myself hard and deep. My tits would come alive and I was more turned on than ever.
Now high school came and went and with all the parties and sleepovers, all the close friends I had made and none of it ever gave me the female experience that I wanted. So off to college I went with my in depth masturbating skills and my still burning primal desires. I packed my things and drove down the coast where I hoped that busy California would yield more open women and that I could find them.
I remember the first day all too well. Walking in trying to balance bags hanging on my arms, as well as boxes under them and attempting to open the door to my dorm room. After an awkward few minutes, I finally managed to spring the door open and as I stumbled in to drop my things at my feet, the first breath of that very room filled me with hope and excitement. At last I was on my own and hopefully with the chance to tackle new challenges and conquer old fantasies. Feeling giddy, like a five year old girl, I leapt onto my bed and jumped around letting joyful laughs burst from my mouth.
I landed on my knees and looked around as I panted for air. My hands on my hips, I let my eyes wander the blank walls and the barren floor only to spot my things. I squealed and reached for one of my bags. Crossing my legs I rummaged through the bag, pushing things aside and digging down deep until I felt my hands run across it. Slowly I drew out my most treasured, silver vibrator. Smooth, hard, round......perfect.
I leaned back and slowly dragged my tongue from bottom to top as my eyes focused on the door. It hadn't closed all the way, I could see people walking by through the one inch opening and it sent a heating feeling over my body. The possibility that someone, even my roommate could walk in.......turned me on so much and I spread my legs. I unbuttoned my shorts and slipped my hand inside, still licking my sweet toy. My first dorm day session was hot and incredible. Alas, no one walked in to share it with me, I continued to wait.
