These are all fictional events, places, and people. The story of Charlie is for your reading pleasure.
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Her tongue grazed the outer crescent of my ear gently stirring me from a very restful sleep. As I slowly came out of my slumber my hand reached to intertwine with hers that was laying on my hip.
"Morning beautiful." I managed to mumble.
Her fingers dug into my hip as an acknowledgement as her gently grazing of my ear turned into little nibbles that started to trail down my neck. Her other hand came up to brush the hair away from the back of my neck as her breasts pressed against me. I let out a content sigh as her lips trailed around the back of my neck and the hand on my hip started a massaging in a gentle squeezing and releasing fashion.
"Didn't get enough last night?" I asked
She scooted away from me and rolled me on my back in one swift, smooth motion that only Casey could manage. That is what had drawn me to her in the first place, she had this way of gliding when she moved compared to my clumsy attempt to seem normal.
Her deep blue eyes (another of her features that drew me to her) looked deep into mine and she said "Of you Charlie? Never!" in that sarcastic way that meant she was being sincere.
I reached my hand up and stroked her cheek with the outside of my hand and she leaned for a kiss. I don't mean just any kiss, when Casey kissed me I saw fireworks. Every time.
I groaned as the alarm went off signaling that I had to be at work in an hour. We tried to ignore it but eventually we wearily removed our tangled limbs from one another and got out of the bed. We settled in to our typical morning routine, Casey began to make breakfast while I showered. I got out of the shower just as she put an omelet on my plate. The usual conversations of what the plans for the day were, that one annoying guy's antics at work, and if it was going to be a busy day ended just as we finished our breakfast (delicious by the way).
We were so used to this routine that you would have thought we were an old married couple, which was far from the truth. We were both in our late twenties and had attended college together and had friends. While I always knew I was a lesbian, Casey always thought she was straight.
I was in one word, average. I was average height at five foot six inches. I had a consistent workout routine that kept me in good shape, but my body shape itself was never one that anybody gawked over. Smaller than average breasts, and hips that I thought were too wide. I had a short bob style hair, longer in the front than in the back to help add to the shape of my face. Overall, average. (Yes I am a girl, yes my name is Charlie...Charlene actually but I hate it)
Casey on the other hand was a stunner. She had the body that just screamed out 'fuck me' with endless legs, a tight stomach, long flowing dark brown almost black hair, and a C-cup bra. All that was fine in my book but I think her most sensual feature is her eyes.
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This is not one of those 'we were college roommates freshman year and got really drunk one night and decided to experiment' stories. I grew up in a big city where people were less judgmental and more accepting of the gay community. I was doing the whole college application process and a few of the colleges had a program where you can stay a weekend with one of the current students and see what the college is like from the student's point of view.
So that's exactly what I did. After staying a few awkward weekends I was about to just tape the acceptance letters on a wall and throw a dart to see which one I should attend. That was until I visited Tucker University.
That weekend I stayed with a sophomore named Sarah. She was one of those girls who the longer you look at her, the cuter she gets. She was not hot in the typical sense of the word with possibly the curliest blond hair I had ever seen, a roundish face, and brown eyes, but I thought she was cute. She had a good four inches on my five foot six and had long legs. I was just unpacking my things while we were chatting when another girl came in to Sarah's room and whispered something in Sarah's ear then gave her a quick peck on the cheek and left.
Seeing my interest in what had just transpired, Sarah informed me that the girl was excited to go on the date they had planned together for that evening while I had to be at a dinner for possible incoming freshmen. I started to ask questions about the gay community at Tucker.
"So are there any campus based organizations for the gay community here? I asked.
Sarah replied "Absolutely! But about half of the people in it are straight people that support equality"
"So Tucker is accepting"
"Never felt so accepted in my entire life"
"Huh. Cool." That alone made my decision of which school to go to much easier.
It's not that the other schools shunned the gay community but they acted more like my parents. They didn't care if I was a lesbian, they just didn't want to hear about it. That makes my parents sound like terrible people, they aren't, they have always been supportive of anything I do, they just prefer not to get involved in the things I did behind closed doors. (Which was never much, even in a large city, I could never find the right girl. And to me if you're not the one, I'm not going to stick around for very long. I always wanted a long them thing, no one nighters like most of the other girls I thought might be interested)
That afternoon went by quickly; Sarah was easy to talk to and seemed to know most of the students we passed on a tour of the campus that she was giving me. Sarah gave me her cell number so I could text her when my dinner was over and we'd meet back in her dorm room.
The dinner was pretty uneventful. I had heard the same speech at all of the other colleges I had visited earlier that year.