Lesbian Schoolgirl Desires (revised)
Chapter 1: Sapphic Desires Awaken
My name is Natasha, and I'm an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl in my senior year. I live in Pismo Beach which is in Southern California. My sister and I moved here from the cold state of South Dakota about two years ago. We moved here after both our parents were tragically killed in a car accident. The reason we chose to move to Pismo was that our uncle Peter lived here with his family and suggested that we move to not only get away from the traumatic memories of the accident but also to escape the severe freezing cold winters of South Dakota.
After the death of our parents, my older sister Stacey was tasked with the job of taking care of me, as I was only sixteen at the time.
Uncle Peter helped us find a suitable place to live in a good location. We found a two-story, three-bedroom townhouse that had been recently renovated and was a perfect fit for us. The location was perfect, it was within walking distance to the beach, the local high school and the shopping mall. With the money we received from our parents' life insurance, and from the sale of our home in South Dakota, we were able to buy the townhouse outright, which meant we didn't have to pay a mortgage or rent.
We quickly settled into the California lifestyle, we really enjoyed the warmer weather, and going to the beach on the weekends in the summer. My older sister Stacey started attending a local college and she also found a part-time job working in a steakhouse restaurant. I started attending Pismo Beach high school, or PBHS, as a sophomore, and quickly settled into the routine. That was about two years ago and now Stacey is managing that restaurant and I'm in my senior year at PBHS. I also now have a part time job working in a bakery after school.
As far as relationships go, Stacey is dating a guy who works as a mechanic at the Pismo Chevy dealership. She seems to like him a lot and keeps raving on about how good looking he is, but I don't see what she sees in him to be honest.
As for me, I have never really had much interest in boys, although I did date a couple of guys during my time in high school, after they kept pestering me to go out with them. However, I never really clicked with any of them, I just wasn't comfortable with their physical advances especially when they would try to make out with me. I just didn't have any attraction to them at all, I didn't like the rough appearance of the male body, especially if they had a lot of body hair. At the time it didn't dawn on me why I felt this way about the male gender, but now I know exactly the reason why, and I'll get to that later.
Today is April fifteenth, and it's my eighteenth birthday which means I'm no longer considered a minor. It's also Saturday and my big sister just gave me a lovely card and a hundred-dollar gift certificate for Macy's. I was so happy and excited at the thought of going shopping at the mall. I needed to buy a new dress for my senior prom that is coming up in a couple of months, so this is perfect timing.
I hugged my big sister and thanked her and asked her if she wanted to accompany me to the mall, but she said she had to be at work in the restaurant around eleven and didn't want to have to rush home. I jumped in the shower and got dressed to go out. The weather was warming up nicely, so I decided to wear a short denim skirt that sat low on my curvy hips and ended a few inches above my knees. On top I put on a halter top that exposed about six inches of my slim waist, and underneath I wore sexy powder blue underwear.
I slipped on some clogs and told my sister that I was leaving, I said, "I guess I'll see you this afternoon or evening after you finish work, thanks again for the gift by the way." To which she replied, "don't mention it, have fun at the mall." I set off for the mall around nine-twenty and after a ten-minute walk, I arrived at the mall just after nine-thirty.
I window shopped for about half an hour while I waited for Macy's to open. It didn't open until ten, and it was now five minutes after. As I headed off towards Macy's, I passed a shoe store, and when I looked inside, I noticed two of my classmates shopping for shoes. I entered the store and chatted with them for a few minutes. All they seemed to want to talk about was boys and gossip about who had a crush on who etc., so I just listened and nodded. During our conversation, they told me that the salesclerk who assisted them is a senior student from our school. Just moments later, a very attractive young lady with chestnut colored hair appeared from the back room carrying two pairs of shoes. She handed the shoes to my friends and directed them to the cashier.
Then as my friends went to pay, she looked at me and said, "can I help you miss?" I told her that my friends just told me you attend Pismo Beach High. She nodded and said, "yes I do, but I only started attending a week ago after moving here from Long Beach." She told me that she had noticed me in her English and science classes at school because I looked like one of her classmates from Long Beach, one of the more attractive ones, she added. I blushed and felt humbled at the compliment, then told her I was sorry that I hadn't noticed her at school, to which she replied, "that's because I usually sit up the back when I'm in class, and I am a little on the shy side."
I asked her how she got the job here so fast if she only moved here a week ago. She told me that the move was planned a month ago, so she applied to several stores beforehand and was offered this job about a week before moving up here. Then she introduced herself and said, "my name is Trudy by the way." To which I replied, "Pleased to meet you Trudy, I'm Natasha."