This story has very little sex in it. If you're looking for stroke bait, you won't like it. It is based on the actual first lesbian experience of someone I know. The scene is as close to how she told it to me as possible. The rest of the story is purely fictional, but some of my inventions hit close to the mark. And, yes, it is written from the perspective of a woman, which I am not.
As always, I hope you like it.
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Chapter 1
Sometimes we hear news or learn something that brings back old memories. It triggers some latent emotions, or hits us in other strange ways, like learning that a former boyfriend married and had four kids, or discovering that the drive-in theater where you lost your virginity had burned down and been paved over, or learning that your childhood best friend had taken her life.
I hadn't heard from or even thought about Kim in years. Since this morning, all I can think about is her.
I had never been interested in other girls when I was young. I liked boys, probably a little too much. I was pretty, blonde and had big breasts, so the boys liked me too. Growing up in a small town, where everybody knew everything about everyone else, I didn't want to get a bad reputation, and I was paranoid about getting pregnant and stuck married to some local loser with no future. So, I was careful about how far I'd go and with whom.
My best friend Kim and I had known each other since we were babies, having grown up next door to each other. We hung out every day and shared almost every new experience in life. Kim had always been a bit of a tomboy. She was a no-nonsense kind of girl, who stood up for herself and frequently protected me.
When I skinned my knees learning to rollerblade, Kim was there to blow on the methiolate until the pain subsided. In the third-grade, when Billy Olafson called me fat, Kim kicked his ass. Later, when the same Billy Olafson broke my heart, Kim was there to hold me and help me heal. I never knew a lot about Kim's home life or family. She never told me much, other than how much she hated the string of stepfathers who came and went.
By the time I graduated from High School, I had only gone all the way once, but I'd played around with several guys. I found out early on that I loved giving blowjobs. Sucking a cock triggered something deep inside me. It got me so turned on that I would do almost anything the guy wanted. Anything but fuck him.
One day, when Billy and I were dating again, I found out how much I liked to have my pussy licked. I remember Kim rolling her eyes and telling me that if I really wanted to know what it was like to be eaten out, I should try it with a girl. "A girl knows how to please a girl," she had said, "we know what feels best."
At the time, I didn't think too much about her comment. I had laughed and played it off. I think I said something like, "Well, if you know any talented lesbians, send them to me."
Just before I went off to college, Billy and I had one final date. He was going to State and me to Carolina. We both knew that long-term relationships rarely lasted. We went to the Drive-in and were making out in the back seat. This time, when he tried to fuck me, I let him. It was painful and didn't last long, but at least neither of us were virgins any longer. As we lay together, I giggled to myself, realizing I still preferred oral sex.
Things changed a lot when I got to college. I was no longer in a place where everyone knew me, and I had unrestricted access to birth control. I was out partying almost every night, then ended up in bed with a new guy, fucking like crazy. It was a miracle that I passed any classes during my freshman year. Thankfully, the blowjobs I gave Doctor Adams, my Biology professor, helped my grades.
The blowjobs with the Good Doctor soon turned to fucking, and the fucking became much more. He was significantly older and very dominant, in so many ways. I had never really considered myself a submissive, but when he told me what to do, I liked it. He was able to convince me to do many things that I would never have considered otherwise. I still grimace when I remember some of them.
He was also really into pornography and liked to make his own. His favorite genre was girl-on-girl. One night, he put on a video of all-girl porn while we had sex, and he kept telling me how hot it would be for me to do the things the girls in it were doing. He told me that he had shot the video last semester with two of his students. One of them, named Misty, was still a student at the college. The other girl had dropped out. I told him I wasn't interested in girls; I only liked cocks. He hinted at trying to have a threesome with Misty, but I didn't like the idea of sharing him with some other girl, so I played dumb.
However, there was something so erotic about the videos he had shown me. I got extremely wet and turned on watching the girls playing together, and I started fantasizing about giving it a try. Mindy was what you would probably call the "girl next door" type. She reminded me of my best friend Kim from back home. They were both beautiful, but not in a supermodel way. They had a look that just made you want to hold them.
Growing up, there had always been rumors that Kim was bisexual and some people even said she preferred girls, but I had ignored them. She had never revealed that side of herself to me. As her best friend since kindergarten, I would have known. As I lay in bed, masturbating and thinking of Misty, my thoughts drifted to Kim. I came imagining the two girls in the video were Kim and me. I didn't realize it then, but the seed had been sown.
Chapter 2
I returned home for the summer after my sophomore year to a bit of a culture shock. I had all but forgotten how small a small town could be. There was almost no nightlife at all. There was a bar out on the highway, called JC's Tavern, where all the locals went after work to drink beer, shoot pool, and forget about their miserable lives for a few hours. The best restaurant in town was Millie's Diner, which provided free salmonella with every meal. There was a derelict theater in the downtown square that had two screens and was only twelve years behind on the current movies that were out. If you wanted to do anything fun, you sure as Hell didn't do it here.
To make things worse, very few of my friends from high school were around. I was struggling to adapt. It was hard for me to go from the partying, sex-filled life at college, to the bucolic life of rural North Carolina. One night about a week after getting back, my parents wanted to take the whole family out to Millie's, though I decided to stay home. I'd rather be bored than sick.
About 8:30, the doorbell rang. I answered it and had never been so happy to see a friendly face in all my life.
"Well hey there, stranger," said Kim, a big grin on her adorable face. "Miss me?"
"Oh my god! Kim!" I shouted as I threw my arms around my best friend and hugged her so hard we both nearly fell down. "I thought you had moved to Pennsylvania! What are you doing back in Clinton?"
"My mom had to have surgery, so instead of staying there for the summer, I came home to make sure she and Dad are okay."
I ushered her inside, and we sat down on the couch next to each other. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I declared. "I hope it's nothing serious. Is she alright?"
"She had to have her uterus removed. They think it might be cancer, but they're not sure. They won't know for a few days."
"I'm sorry, Kim," I said, then quickly added, "I'm sure she'll be fine. Your mom's a strong woman."
"The strongest one I know," she agreed. "So, what brings the prettiest girl of Clinton High School Class of 1982 back home. No stud keeping you in bed back in Chapel Hill?"
"Oh, there are plenty of them, but I managed to escape for the summer," I said with a laugh. "Have you had dinner yet?"
