Eleven
That's how old I was when I realized that while all my friends were starting to talk about boys, all I could think about were girls.
I was twelve when I learned that there was a word for people like me...lesbian. I learned other words later on and they were rarely in a positive light.
It wasn't until I was fourteen that I kissed another girl, under the guise of "practicing" before my friend went on her first date.
When I was fifteen, I finally met someone like me, though I didn't know it yet. That occurred a few months later when I was sixteen.
Of course, sixteen was when I first kissed a girl and we weren't "practicing". Sixteen was also when I first time I touched another girl's breasts. Her dad soon got a new job and she moved away before we could go any further.
I was officially dating my first girlfriend during my senior year, soon after I turned eighteen. We both lost our lesbian virginity that year. She was a junior. We tried to keep it between us, until someone saw us kissing at a movie. All the boys wanted to be our friends and only a few girls talked to us anymore, scared that somehow we might infect them with lesbianism. Bitches!
My freshman year of college, I finally met people who didn't judge me. In fact, it seemed I was more popular among the girls at college. So many were into experimentation that some may call me a slut. I didn't care, as long as my girlfriend back home didn't find out.
My girlfriend followed me to college after she finished high school. She didn't take long to suggest a threesome. I knew who to call and after that night, she became as slutty as me. I introduced her to many of my friends and when she realized how I knew all of them, her punishment resulted in me missing a few classes that day and my pussy being sore for the next few days.
A year later, she met someone else and left me. I later discovered that she had first begun fooling around with guys near the end of our relationship. She is now engaged. Last time I talked with her, she declared herself bisexual.
By the time I graduated college, I had probably converted a dozen girls to pure lesbianism, and many more considered themselves bisexual. My influence on the girls at my college was legendary. Many of them would call on me when they needed a fix and I was happy to oblige. A few of them were some of the same girls that made fun of me in high school.
Right after I graduated, one of the girls in the theater department called me up. She had a unique idea for a play and she wanted me as the lead. I had never acted before, but met with her to hear the offer. When I met with her, she realized she had left the script at home and invited me over to go get it. Once at her place, she decided to do a live read and I soon found myself naked in her bedroom. After the live read, I offered to do the play.
A few months later, and many rehearsals later, we performed it to a small private audience of about 50 people. The play got amazing reviews considered it was essentially live porn. We did a dozen shows over the next month before we closed up shop. I lost track of how many audience members wanted to meet me personally and how many requests I got for private performances. Many of the women received their requests. Some of them even had their husbands watching, forbidden from joining in. That was the only way I allowed them to watch. The few who tried ended up with angry wives as I would leave at that moment, even if we weren't done yet. One called me up to apologize two weeks later, asked me to come back and even offered to completely leave if I did. His wife apparently refused to even kiss him until she got her full opportunity to experiment.
My last show ended with a phone number left for me. When I called, I learned that the woman had seen my show and was quite impressed. She wanted a private performance and was willing to pay my considerably for it. I met up with her a few days later and my jaw dropped at her beauty. I was willing to fuck her for free, but she insisted on paying. I could have bought a house with what she paid me for that one night. We ended up spending the weekend together, and I got paid equivalently for the whole time.
The morning of the last day, before I left, I learned who she was. She was a producer who worked in the adult film industry. She was so impressed with me that she wanted to do a series of films with me as the star. I apparently was desirable enough that she offered to pay me up front for the work. I was so enamored with her that I offered to do it for half the amount if we could go on a real date.
A month later, I moved in with her.
Four months after that first date, my first film hit the market. She was right. It did amazing and all of the critics asked for more of me.
After a year of dating, and two more movies that did just as well, we first were labeled as a powerhouse couple. Three days later we finally left the house again, this time to go to a jewelry store. The ring was on my finger that afternoon.
A week later, I got a phone call. It was my sister. She had been in an adult store with her husband, looking for some things to spice up their sex life a bit. I had only met her husband once, and he didn't remember me. But he happened to grab one of my movies and showed her. Nobody in my family knew about my orientation or career. I asked her to keep it quiet, and paid for her plane ticket to visit.
When she arrived, and we went through the normal formalities of seeing a relative for the first time in a few years, she noticed the ring. My partner was back in the limo waiting for us. I told her she would soon meet the person. She was excited, but referred to the person as "him". We grabbed her bags and made our way to the limo. As we approached, my partner got out of the car and we kissed. My sister was shocked. The driver put her bags in the trunk and we all got inside. We kissed one more time and suddenly a million questions flew at us at once. When my sister finally took another breath, we laughed and got her to slow down. We answered as much as we could, leaving out the part about my escapades in college. By the time we reached the house, she had calmed down a bit. She seemed genuinely happy for us, yet still a bit overwhelmed by my lifestyle change.
Once inside, we showed her around the house. When we reached a room that was used for my partner's work, she saw some of the awards I received and read some of the reviews. She seemed impressed, though I'm not sure if that was faked or not.
