We kept our panties on, not for long though.
Other than the, what I am told, are quite usual schoolgirl crushes on teachers and older girls at school I had absolutely no conscious sexual feelings towards other females until late into my teens. Obviously, I was aware of lesbianism and had heard vague comments about bi-sexuality but they did not occupy my mind or the conversations of the friends I had at that time. Boys and 'doing it' were far more interesting.
It may not seem it now, but I was a well brought up girl stuffed full of 'proper' values and conditioned to behave well and do as I was told. I was not terribly promiscuous during my teens and I whizzed through them with nothing more than the loss of my cherry and a few male partners before moving into my more turbulent twenties when my sexuality became more focused.
I was at university when I first came into contact with women who preferred women and that was both lecturers and some of the other girls. Again, although, I felt no attraction to them and no real interest for, among other things, most were so ugly and very manly. The cropped hair and dungarees look has never appealed to me and I find nothing whatsoever attractive in unshaved armpits!
I was in with a fair sized group of both genders and although there was some sex going on between a few of them it was far less than I had imagined and what I guess is prevalent nowadays. I became quite close friends with three other girls, Annie, Susie and Clara. We became a sort of team working together very often and spending much of our spare time in each other's company.
It was near to end of term and we had finished the exams and were sort of binging out a bit as the rest of our group gradually drifted off home for the holidays. The four of us had stayed on longer to attend a party and we had been drinking far too much for several nights in a row. We were in Clara's flat, she was rich, lying around watching TV and drinking wine when Susie, the most flamboyant of us came out with.
"God I feel so fucking horny I could fuck anyone right now."
That was how she talked most of the time and we paid little attention to her swearing.
Surprisingly for her, Anne also chimed in that she felt the same way and felt that she was missing out on life being at uni for her friends at home who had got jobs seemed to be having so much more fun than we were.
We were now all a little drunk and a couple of the girls started dancing to the music that was always playing and someone said something about not needing men meaning, of course, for dancing, but we all joined in slagging off the other sex. All of us started dancing and generally having a good time just as we had so many times before, but this time something changed. What it was I have no idea, but somehow when the fast music changed to a slower number we were dancing as two couples and then the four of us joined together our arms around each other's shoulders. We moved around in a circle now and then all shuffling towards the middle so that our bodies touched. Still I had no sexual thoughts or any hint of arousal but, as I learned later, Clara and Susie did.
It was Susie who out of the blue suggested that we should play strippers.
Her idea, which I guess was cunning really, was that we should each in turn do a striptease to the music. Daft and slightly unbelievable I know, but then we were only nineteen and twenty and a little high on hash and booze..
Clara, who was the beauty amongst us with a figure, bum, boobs and legs to die for, started and we sat around clapping as she slipped her tee shirt off and wiggled out of her jeans. Susie, an around big girl, but with everything in proportion, went next and she was also quickly down to her bra and pants then I did my bit and then slim, svelte Annie peeled her tee shirt and vee-knecked sweater off, she had not as usual bothered with a bra. So there we were four quite attractive girls sitting in a flat in our underwear. We drank more booze, mainly vodka and we smoked some weed, as we called it then, so that we were all now quite high. Hence, when Susie said.
"Seems daft to stop here girls, after all strippers don't do they?"
One of us asked how far she thought we should go and she got up and, to a heavy beat number. Slithered out of her bra and wiggled her knickers seductively and slowly, just like a stripper, down her legs. Beaming at us she said.
"How about this for starters?"
She had big tits, but then she was big all over. I looked at her breasts and compared them to mine for I too am, as they say, well-endowed. Hers sagged far more than mine and, along with her tummy, thighs and bum wobbled as she moved.
I have always had big tits. But then, I have always also had black hair and worn glasses. My mum bought my first bra when I was eleven. I was so proud at being the first girl in my year at school to wear one, although I had been a bit 'top dog' for some time because of the big tits.
As I limped through puberty they kept growing and my baby fat melted away. That just made them look bigger and I moved into a phase of my life when I was ashamed of the bloody great things hanging down from my chest. I could not do sports and running was a nightmare. The stares and leers of boys and men got to me and I had a fairly miserable time as a teenager.
Over the years, as they have grown to their double D current size, I have got used to having them. I have become accustomed to men saying hello to them, to them being stared at and ogled, to being careful not to move too fast, to buying expensive bras, to wearing loose clothes and not low cut tops.
Looking back, I suppose it was only a bit of fun, a part of growing up and testing our sexuality. Nothing more, I thought, and soon all of us had done our thing and we were all naked. Clara was standing up with the rest of us sitting when she began dancing again, well more like gyrating on the spot, and said.
