Laurels Journey Into Lesbianism

I`m Laurel Welland, aged 28, measurements, five feet six inches, 36-26--36. I have what has been called a cello shaped figure and I weigh about 110 lbs, My hair colour is black and I keep it cut quite short in a sort of 1920`s style. This suits the shape of my face which is somewhat round. I have a fringe across my forehead. My eyes are deep brown and my complexion has a hint of Iberia. That, and my hair and eye colour, I owe to my Father`s contribution to my genetic make up. I will tell you more of him shortly.

I am very proud of my figure, especially my tits. My areolas are elevated from the surrounding flesh and my nipples rise from them. They are sensitive and I play with them as often as I can to give myself pleasure before I masturbate, which I do at least once a day. My belly is quite firm and it features a T shaped navel. My pubic area is waxed apart from a "landing strip" leading down to the slit of my cunt.

I love to be naked and to look at my bare body in a full length mirror. That is when I stimulate my nipples and then masturbate with my hands or with a vibrator. I also love to finger fuck my arse hole.

There you have it, I love sex, and at an early time in my life that was a totally heterosexual pleasure. Now I consider myself to be bi-sexual with an increasingly lesbian preference. How did that come about? It`s a long story and it begins with my birth and upbringing.

My family come from South Wales where my Grandfather owned a series of properties near to Cardiff docks. They included a pub, known to all locally as "The Sailor`s Return," and a series of shops. Grandfather had two daughters, Meghan the elder one, who managed one of the shops as a newsagents and general store, and Myra, my Mother. She displayed early musical talent on the clarinet and saxophone and my Grandfather had sufficient money to pay for her to study at The Royal London Conservatoire of Music.

Mother went on to be a free lance musician playing in theatre bands and at other gigs. It was on one of these that she met my father, a jazz guitarist name of Raphael De San Sebastian. He was Spanish but had spent most of his life in the USA where he was very well known in Jazz circles. To cut a long story short Myra and Raphael teamed up musically and sexually, and they enjoyed a peripatetic life style gigging around the UK, Europe and the States. But then, by some accident, I came along.

My presence was not conducive to the continuation of the relationship. Raphael buggered off to the States where, we subsequently found out, he had a wife. My Mother went to pieces for a while. Grandfather and elder sister Meghan decided I should come to live with and be brought up by them. That meant that I came to view Auntie Meghan as a substitute mother. "Real" mother Myra was for quite a while in my childhood a distant figure who was pulling herself together and pursuing her career in London. I saw her infrequently, though when she visited she always lavished gifts and kindness on me. So I quite liked her in an odd kind of way. She was almost like a Fairy Godmother in my childish eyes.

The area in which I grew up was cosmopolitan with many nationalities mingling, and being near the docks it had a reputation for being highly sexually active. Indeed at the far end of the street on which I lived there was a house which was a brothel. It was tolerated by the local police provided it kept its activities quiet and confined.

The Madam who ran it fascinated me from an early age. Her name was Anya, and she was of very mixed racial heritage. Auntie Meghan always warned me to stay away from Anya calling her a loose woman, though that was more than hypocritical on her part as I had a number of "Uncles" during my childhood.

I had not inherited my mother`s musical talents, save in one respect. I had a very strong rhythmic sense. That led to me being sent to a dance school from the age of three. Dancing became my passion, though it also encouraged my tendency to show off. By the age of eighteen I had a very well developed body, and had become close friends with another, slightly older, girl at the dancing school called Ginny.

It was on my eighteenth birthday that Ginny persuaded me to buy my first little bikini and she came with me to the shops to ensure it was really brief. Having made that purchase I wanted to show it off as soon as possible. Ginny invited me to go with her and another older girl, Angie who had a car, to one of the beaches nearby on the Gower Peninsular.

It was a lovely hot summer day when I discovered the pleasures of exhibitionism. We girls changed into our bikinis in the car at the beach car park and then sauntered out into the sun to make our way to the beach. We were wolf whistled and greeted with shouts of "tits out for the lads, girls!" There was no sex that day, but I really enjoyed the attention I had received.

It was about this time that Auntie Meghan, remembering her sister`s indiscretion, got me put onto the pill. It was a wise move because I had determined to lose my virginity. That was with a lad about my age who who had been given a car as his eighteenth birthday present. We went out into the countryside and at the age of eighteen I had my first fuck. It was OK, but the earth did not move for me.

I told Ginny about my experience and she informed me that sex would get better over time, and that most men don`t really know how to please a woman. "There are other ways," she added. I wondered what she meant by that. I was to find out, but not for quite a while. In the meantime I had sex with a few chaps of my age, but though the experience was quite pleasant it was not what I expected it to be.

I had done well in my GCSE`s and had gone on to the local sixth form college studying economics, maths and English with a view to applying to read Business Studies at a local HE Institution, Afon Gan University. I wanted to study there as it meant I could stay at home and thus save on costs. Auntie Meghan and my Grandfather had rearranged part of my Aunt`s shop so that I had my own rooms and a way in and out with an independent door key. So with "A" levels behind me I went off to University aged eighteen with a degree of independence.

My body was really quite well developed by now, and it was at this time that I got into promo modelling work. Once again it was Ginny who led me into it after she had been signed up by an agency.

"You like showing your body off in skimpy clothing," she said. "You can make good money in a little bikini at motor and boat shows, club openings and the like, and you might get the chance to do some modelling. Obviously you will have to strip naked with the other girls in order to get your bikini on, but you are used to that at the dance school."

So I signed up and began to get some bookings. It was fun prancing around in very skimpy attire with other pretty girls. There was often quite little space in the changing rooms and certainly no room for false modesty. I was used to changing for dance numbers, but there was an air of eroticism about stripping off for promo work. Every girl had a beautiful body and the bikinis we wore were very revealing, some times consisting of a minute top and a thong bottom.

It began to dawn on me that I was checking the girls out in the changing room and they were checking out me. Nothing was said but we were looking at one another. That disturbed me as I had never thought of myself as having any kind of lesbian tendency, However, as the money was good, and paid in cash, and I needed every penny I could get, I put these misgivings out of my mind and carried on.

It was one promo session that got me into trouble at the University. I had started my course in late September, when Ginny got in touch and said there was an opportunity for promo work at a car show in a new showroom and was I interested? The money once more sounded good so of course I agreed.

The changing facilities were, as usual cramped, even though there were only four girls involved, myself, Ginny a new girl called Avril and one I had encountered before at promo events. It was Angie, the girl who driven me and Ginny to the beach just a few months before. I found myself looking at her with that odd interest which I had felt at other promo events. She was a striking looking lass with a mane of gorgeous auburn hair and a beautiful almost sculpted body. I had seen her and Ginny kiss on previous occasions, though I thought nothing of it as young women often kiss each other.

Ginny and I were already nude when Angie arrived, breathless and late. "Oh hell," she shouted, "the traffic today was bloody awful. I did not think I would make it, but I am here at last. Lovely to see you again, Ginny darling, and Laurel as well. My you both look gorgeous today. You are scrumptiously good enough to eat--Oooooh, I should not say things like that, you might get the wrong idea!"

That was enough to convince me that there was more than just a working friendship between Ginny and Angie, and it stirred something with in me. Was I developing bi-curious feelings? Once again I put any such thoughts out of my mind and went into the showroom to "display" the cars. Of course, what all of us girls were really doing was displaying ourselves.

I was photographed in various poses and interviewed by a reporter for the local paper. I thought no more about that until two days later.

"What`s all this then," Auntie Meghan said with a chuckle as she handed me a copy of the paper. "Just look at the headline,"

"Laurel exposes her bikini body!"

Then there was a paragraph of text.

"Vivacious first year Afon Gan University student Laurel Welland has revealed her body at a car trade event. Laurel who enjoys wearing provocative and skimpy clothing told our reporter the money she receives for posing helps to pay for her University Business Course studies. She knows how to stack up figures. We say her 36-26-36 figure certainly stacks up!"

I was at once both mortified and gratified. The picture was well taken and I had to admit I looked good, but what might the reaction of the University be? As things turned out the University took no notice, but the Afon Gan Women`s Society (AGWS) did. Their leader was a second year student, Rhian Gwaelor-Thomas, the daughter of a prominent local business man.

AGWS began to put publicity round the campus denouncing the "Exploitation and objectification of women." In this they specifically criticised me for complicity in the evil male dominated porn trade. On campus opinions soon polarised, some students backed my right to earn money by posing while others sided with the AWGS who were demanding a debate on the issue in the Students` Union.

I was getting more than worried by this point. Might I be forced to give up my degree course? But then help came from a most unexpected direction. I got a call on my mobile from someone who said his name was Rhys, and that we had met before, "I`m the photographer who took your pictures at the showroom. I`m sorry if I have got you into hot water, but I think I can help you now, can we meet?"

I wanted any meeting to be on safe ground and so I asked Rhys if he knew my Grandfather`s pub. He did, and so a meeting was arranged for the early evening the next day when the pub would still be quiet. When he came into the bar I recognised him. He was in his late twenties and was quite good looking, casually dressed and with a kindly but rather sad smile. I asked him how he had tracked me down as I had only given him my name at the showroom.

"Thank your friend Ginny. She heard about the trouble you were in and contacted me. So let me give you some information which will shut the AGWS up.

Ms Gwaelor-Thomas`s father, Nye, is apparently a pillar of society, but some of us local journalists know otherwise. He has a network of companies. One of them owns the motor show room at which you were photographed. He has a number of other venues in South Wales and the West of England where similar events take place. I contract with that company to take pictures of the girls--sorry it`s part of my living. Nye gets a portfolio of every picture I take. He must have a sizeable private library by now of scantily clad pretty girls, some of them topless as a number of his venues are clubs for men.

Well you might call that no more than a dirty old man`s desire to look at young female flesh, but Nye has other interests. There`s a well known local brothel at the other end of this street which is run by a woman called Anya, you know her?"

I replied that I knew the house was a brothel and added that I knew of Anya, but that I had never been allowed to talk to her.

"Yes," Rhys continued, "but she does not own that building. She rents it from one of Nye`s other companies, and there is evidence that he uses it to "entertain" foreign business clients. I think you have enough ammunition to head Ms Gwaelor-Thomas and her crew off."

I was overwhelmed by this news and could hardly thank Rhys enough. Thinking about how he had tracked me down, I asked, "How do you know Ginny?"

"I have photographed her at a number of promo events. Maybe I shouldn`t tell you this, but I do glamour work. Ginny has posed for me, as has Angie who was on the promo shoot with you. Well, I must be going, good luck with Ms Gwaelor - Thomas."

Two plans began to form in my head. I knew how to confront Rhian, but alongside that notion I wanted to know more from Ginny about her posing work. I had seen her naked often enough, but now I imagined her in all sorts of sexy poses, and then I thought of Angie as well. My notions of my own sexuality were dissolving rapidly, and I realised on was on a voyage to discover myself. Where would it lead?

I found Rhian the next day in the Union Bar where she was with a group of her AGWS pals. I summoned up all my courage, went up to her and said I wanted a word, "ALONE."

"Before you continue your vendetta against me, Rhian," I hissed, "I think you should ask your dad about his private collection of soft core girly porn."

Her face blanched and she tried incoherently to speak. I knew I had her and did not need to throw in anything about Anya`s brothel. She knew about Nye`s stash and how he had built it up.

"Just stop persecuting me and I will stay away from you--GET IT?"

With that I turned on my heel and walked away, and, I`m pleased to say, that was an end of that matter.

Now I had to speak with Ginny. I phoned her. "Thanks for putting me in touch with Rhys, Ginny. He really helped me deal with Rhian and Co."

"Oh, dear Rhys," she cooed back, "so gentle, kind and helpful, and SO GAY! Oh. Laurel you have always been the academic one, and sometimes, despite your birth and upbringing, you really don`t see what is staring you in the face. Rhys is gay, which is one of the reasons I pose for him. I take it he has told you about that. I know Angie and I who pose regularly are quite safe with him.

I hope you are not shocked by the revelation that I do "top shelf" work. I too have to make ends meet. I get some money from working at the dance school, some from my very boring day job and some from promo work, but the nude modelling is the icing on the cake.

But I don`t just do it for the money. That crew in AGWG will tell you that porn objectifies women. I don`t see it that way at all. Posing naked gives me a sense of power. I know that blokes will wank their pricks lusting for me. But they cannot have me. My picture has the power to make them stiff and want to shoot their spunk, and that gives me vicarious delight. I control their lust wherever they are."

"I have not thought of it like that," I muttered back confusedly. "I suppose the notion of men looking at my bare tits and cunt and getting erections they have to satisfy is quite pleasing. Yes, I can see what you are getting at. You are challenging the men to look at you and then matters will always take only one course. They will have to wank themselves."

"That`s it, Laurel," Ginny giggled. "They are your band of wankers. Why not give it a try?"

That did surprise me. Ginny was suggesting that I should pose nude for "dirty pictures," and I made no initial response.

"Come on, Laurel," Ginny said. " You have a sexy body and you don`t mind stripping down to do promo work. Going fully nude will only be one step further on, and you will be safe with Rhys. Tell you what, I am booked for a session with him next Friday evening. It`s just a couple of days` time. Why don`t you come along, just to watch if you like? Bring along a little bikini in case you want to dip your toe in the water. If you want to go on, you can. I will be with you to advise on posing."

I thought about what she had said and determined this was something I wanted to do. I agreed to the idea and Ginny told me she would pick me up in her car, a luxury paid for by nude work, and that we would then go Rhys`s studio in the city centre.

The next forty eight hours passed in something of a blur. I tried hard to keep my mind on my academic work in the University Library, but my hands kept on stroking my tits or wandering between my legs so I had to take care no-one saw me playing with myself. Friday arrived, and I spent the late afternoon at home selecting a suitable bikini and ensuring my hair and make up were perfect. Soon it was 7-30. Ginny picked me up and we set off to work with Rhys.

The studio was down a little side street. The outside was unremarkable while the inside was pretty bare also, just lighting and a white backdrop. Rhys made us welcome. Ginny stripped off for her shoot, and donned a long black wig over her brunette hair to give her a degree of anonymity. I found a little corner in which to change into my bikini. My emotions were racing, was I really going to strip and be photographed naked?

Those feelings became even more tense as I looked at Ginny posing. I had seen her naked before, but never like this. Her poses were explicit and lewd. She lifted her tits with her hands and thumbed her nipples which stood proud and erect. Her hands went between her legs to open up her cunt lips, and she bent over with her back to the camera parted her bum cheeks and displayed her arse hole. I was mesmerised and could not take my eyes off her. She knew this and every now and then gave me a sexy smile.

Then it was my turn. I had donned a blond wig and that made me feel I was someone other than Laurel Welland. I started slowly by posing in my bikini but the urge to display myself grew stronger and stronger. I gave way to my desire and stripped off the tiny garment. There, at last, I was naked for the camera. I tried to do the same sort of poses Ginny had done and she helped by giving me directions.

"That`s it, Laurel. keep your legs apart. It`s your cunt the men want to see. Give them plenty of that. Pull your cunt lips open. Now show your lovely puckered arse hole. Enjoy it, girl, enjoy the feeling of power. Men all round the world will get hard looking at you, they will pull their pricks out and wank. God, you are one fucking sexy bitch!"

I did enjoy that feeling of empowerment, and was somewhat sorry when the session came to an end. But Rhys had one more shot to take. He asked Ginny and I to pose together with our arms round each other`s waists and waving goodbye. An electric feeling shot through me as I slipped my hand around Ginny`s body and I felt her hand on mine. What was happening to me? I did not know, but I was loving it.

We signed the model release forms for Rhys to publish our pictures, received our modelling fee, in cash, dressed and went to Ginny`s car for the drive back. We had not gone all that far when she pulled over to the side of the road.

"Laurel," she said with some hesitation, "there`s something I have to say to you, and I promise that if you don`t like it I will never raise the issue again. I know you have had sex with men, but how do you feel about fucking a woman? There I`ve said it, oh please don`t be offended. You are so desirable and I want you so much."