My name is Lara, I am 25 years old and a lesbian, yes, you heard me, I am a lesbian. Perhaps I should start with a little description of myself, to set the mood a little bit. Okay here goes...
I am four foot ten inches tall, tiny I know, but my height is not the only thing on me that is tiny. My breasts are 28 A cup, practically none existent really. Very slim build, a tight little buttocks and I am always free of pubic hair. On my 21st Birthday, I had laser hair removal of all pubic hair keeping me always clean and smooth down stairs; my waist is tiny, due to my petite frame. I always keep my dark red hair shoulder length; my eyes are an unusual grey colour with a slight tint of green around the pupils.
Being petite with a tiny frame may sound erotic to some people, but it is a real pain and used to annoy me, especially when on a night out with friends or buying alcohol from supermarkets as I always got asked for some form of identification to prove my age. Nevertheless, my height and youthful appearance has its advantages when it comes to sexual partners.
Anyway, enough of my ramblings I suppose you want to hear about my first sexual experience with another woman, since it was my first sexual experience with either a male or female and the reason I am writing this down for you to read and hopefully enjoy.
I suppose you could say I was a late starter when it came to sexual activity, do not get me wrong I watched many hours of porn on my computer and had a large collection of DVDs but it took awhile to get from a friend in a bar to 'Take off your clothes'. Of course, all of that changed the night I met a goddess, at least that is what I call her. Now this is not one of them stories where we have sex after thirty seconds of meeting each other, if that is what you are looking for then you may want to check out another story, I will not be offended, I promise.
Okay, thank you for sticking around. Here we go then.
Although I had many male friends, the limit of sexual experience was a kiss and fondle, mainly the male's hand under my shirt since I never wear a bra. Although, I had performed oral sex on a male friend, I had even enjoyed it but I had always refused or made some excuse as to why my companion could not return the favour. Each night ended with me alone either crying into a cold beer at home or with my sexual toys, generally I ended the night crying. From the age of 18 too 21 this continued almost every weekend unless I picked out a DVD or powered up my computer, that was until one weekend I entered a bar after being given the wrong directions either by accident or as a joke by my work colleges.
I approached the large wooden doors of the bar as a huge man stood in front of them, he almost covered the doors, as each shoulder was wider then the doorframe itself, I had never seen someone so large. One of his arms was almost twice as thick as my entire body. He had a square jaw and no neck due to what I called an insane amount of muscle that was barely contained by his black T-Shirt which hid nothing of his true form as the word 'Security' Stretched out across his chest almost deformed by his chest which was I am sad to say much larger then my own. He gave me a look which almost said 'This is a school night for god sakes, go home little girl' I smiled nervously and handed him my drivers licence. As he carefully examined my proof of age, I felt like a microbial life form as he checked everything on my valid identification until he finally handed it back to me and smiled slightly. His mere smile made me feel nervous as he gritted his teeth and his jaw muscles flexed before my very eyes. After what seemed like a lifetime of him eying me up, I was allowed to enter by this beast of man before me.
Before I entered the bar, he leaned down before and whispered something into my ear, something that made me blush as I passed him, he simply said. 'I'll be here if you need help... babe'. Unlike many of my female friends, I do not wear skimpy clothing to show off what I had, which was practically nothing really, just very little curves and almost no sign of breasts but I had learned to appreciate what I had. My hair hung to just above my shoulders, I wore a dark red ankle length dress and matching red high heel shoes. Although I rarely wore a dress like it, something about tonight made me pick it out of my closet for what reason I had no idea. It was a low cut dress from the back that went all the way down to just above my buttocks and at the front left nothing to the imagination.