Before I started thinking seriously about boys, I had thoughts about other girls. This began in more or less "innocent" ways. Fooling around with girlfriends at parties, if we felt sure no one would discover us. I'm talking about innocent little kissing dares, touching tongues to see what it feels like, and ... maybe even a little light touching under bras, and sometimes under panties.
When I first got to college I learned that a lot of girls, especially Juniors and Seniors, were openly bisexual or lesbian. And I guess because it's considered cool, typically the hottest and most popular girls were into girls. The guys were always way more attracted to girls who were known to be into girls. It was an open secret that many of the female professors seemed to look favorably on girls who had "gone lez". There were always rumors about hot little newbie lesbians suddenly seeing their grades go up to A's, coincidentally at the same time they were taking classes with certain hot professors with a reputed taste for coed pussy.
Well, who can blame those poor women? I mean, how could they NOT indulge in some of that eye candy once in a while. But never did I really think I would actually have sex with a girl. NO WAY, I told myself. I don't care how cool it is. I like cock!
But then one of my girlfriends would magically produce a Penthouse magazine at a dorm party, and we would look at what her "gross, perverted brother" liked to look at! Other girls would want to see, too, and some would put on a huge show of how disgusted they were, especially by the girl-girl layouts. Lots of loud assurances that they thought this was nauseating and insulting to women and on and on and on.
But as it became not so "new" anymore, more and more girls, I noticed, couldn't help but keep looking. A few of us, even if we stayed more or less silent, were fascinated with the images of strikingly beautiful models completely nude and kissing other beautiful girls, licking and sucking their hard nipples, and even ... OMG!! ... running their tongues through luscious, wet, spread open pussy lips! Really eating pussy! Actually pushing their tongues deep into another girl's beautiful, silky, wet, pink cunt! And looking like they really LOVE eating pussy!
And THAT made me so wet. I couldn't get those images out of my head. And I didn't WANT to. I WANTED to see much more. I couldn't wait for the next time one of my friends would whisper in class, "Hey, I just found my brother's new Penthouse. Wanna come over to my dorm room later and see? My brother is SUCH a fucking gross pervert ... he shouldn't be looking at that!!"
I would quickly say yes, and agree he is a total perv. But I couldn't wait to see two, or sometimes three, or four (!) really hot girls having full-on lesbian sex!
I guess at least one good thing about this is that by becoming so intrigued by lesbianism, I didn't feel the urge to give up my virginity too soon to the first boy who came along and said something nice to me. Not that I would have been THAT easy, but still, I knew plenty of girls who were, and sometimes getting into trouble, and the guy wasn't even all that hot or wonderful or "the one". So, maybe this helped me dodge a bullet? Who knows.
So, I guess it was inevitable. Here is how I got my first taste of sex, and in fact lesbian sex:
My best friend since high school was Addie. We ended up going to the same college and rooming together. Her mom and dad divorced when Addie was 15. We lived in a pretty affluent area and lots of people had pools in their back yards. We didn't at my house, but Addie did. And it had a high privacy fence to protect us from any unwanted attention. So, when we were home during breaks from college, sometimes we would lay out by her pool in very tiny bikinis. I mean TINY. And if we were feeling very brave and sexy, we would go topless.
I learned from Addie that her mom had left her dad for another woman. I guess it wasn't really a surprise to her dad. She said he knew her mom was a lesbian - or at least bi, and very much preferring women - before they got married. And even after the divorce he still had a thing for women who were lesbian or bi.
Only a year after the divorce her dad married Laurel, a younger woman who - again, surprise surprise! - was a lesbian! Well, maybe bi, but way more into girls than men.
I think she was about 34 or 35? I have to say she was a very sexy woman. Total hottie. Addie and I were both barely 18. Turned out that was Laurel's "sweet spot".
Addie always knew where her dad and stepmom hid porn, and a LOT of it was lesbian porn. Again, big surprise! No idea if it was her dad's or her stepmom's. Like that mattered? So between Penthouse magazines at dorm parties, and the many sleepovers at Addie's house, you can guess I had seen a lot of girl girl porn while I was still pretty young. And, honestly, I liked it. A lot!
Over time, as Laurel got to know us better and since she would hang out with us a lot, she would ask us to pretend we were models and put on modeling shows for her, or sometimes even for her and some of her girlfriends. If she had a few other women over and they were lounging around the pool, soaking up rays in their micro bikinis, she would call out to us to come join them, get some sun. We would, and Addie and I always got tons of flattering compliments on our hot teen bodies and sexy perfect asses and impossibly firm little sporty boobs. It was all true, and we didn't mind the adoring attention at all, but you would think we would have picked up on the signals. They were ALL hitting on us. But we were young and naive.
Sometimes Laurel and her friends would bring their sexy "slutty" club clothes for us to model for them. These were super short, body hugging black mini dresses and ultra micro mini skirts that really did not cover your crotch! And usually they asked us to try on very tiny panties. Sometimes they would egg us on and dare us to wear NO panties, saying that's what hit girls at clubs prefer.
Since I had pretty small tits, the tops they asked me to model were sheer and my rock hard little nipples were visible right through them! Laurel and her girlfriends really loved these shows and, I admit, me and Addie would get very turned on.
After we had modeled for Laurel and her friends many times, and in increasingly skimpy or risqué clothes and underwear, I noticed Laurel started having a digital camera on hand, and liked to have us pretend this was a fashion modeling shoot. Laurel liked to take LOTS of pictures during these modeling shows, and she really got into pretending she was a fashion photographer. She gave us ideas about posing, how to stand, how to walk, how to look at the camera. How to look at each other. How to stand next to each other, or sit or lay on a couch or a bed together.
Eventually she started arranging us in more suggestive poses. She constantly told us we looked really hot together. A lot of the poses she had us do were at least kind of lesbian-ish, but she explained that this was normal in modeling. She would tell us how it was just the way the fashion industry likes models to pose. Very common. Not at all unusual.
As we got more comfortable posing for Laurel, she asked us if we were aware that a lot of girls today were into girls, and how it is perfectly normal, that its really very common. Addie and I weren't total idiots, we could tell she was carefully getting us comfortable with lesbianism. And frankly, it was working. I mean, we were already pretty open to it. Probably strange that we had not already experimented like other girls we knew, but her encouragement was helping us move from having a secret lesbian fantasy to now maybe actually experiencing girl-girl pleasure. We were really enjoying her coaching and encouragement, so we never said anything to discourage her. We just posed as she asked us to.
