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".