I first realized that I liked members of my own sex while a junior in high school. I was sixteen, and it was several hours before my first date with Todd Michaels. In fact, it would have been my first date ever. My friend Lindsey was over and I was asking her questions. You see she had been on dates before, and was giving me advice on what to do and what not to do. I had just asked her what should I do if he tries to kiss me. She told me to let him kiss me, but nothing more than that. Of course, being as this was my first date ever, I wasn't too confident about my kissing skills. Yes, just like in that movie "Cruel Intentions", when Sarah Michelle Geller's character kisses Selma Blair's character, my friend Lindsey had me practice with her.
She told me to just relax, and not to worry about anything. Then we kissed. I didn't realize why at the time, but for some reason I felt something. I know now that what I felt was similar to what guys call "getting a hard-on". But at that moment, all I wanted to do was kiss her. I never mentioned this to her, and to this day, I am thankful to her for doing this. I'm still friends with her, and yes, she knows that I am a lesbian. But she has no idea it was a result of her. She thinks it was because of a girl I met during my freshman year in college. She is still my best friend, outside of my lover, and has been very encouraging concerning my choices.
My name is Vicki Green. I am now 19 years old, and I am finishing up my freshman year. I am studying to be a high school teacher, preferably in mathematics. And maybe I will offer to run a sex education course once in a while. I am dating a girl by the name Shannon. Shannon is one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. She could be a model if she wanted too, if it weren't for the fact that she is only 5'6". She is just an inch shorter than I am. She has long red hair, about breast length and her breasts...wow. My breasts look pathetic compared to hers. Whereas I wear a 34B, she wears a 36C/36D. She wears both sizes, depending on how comfortable they are on her. Some bras feel comfortable with 36C, but some need a 36D or else it is a bit tight. She has the stomach of someone who works out religiously, yet she doesn't. And her ass is perfect in all ways. I sometimes have wondered why she is with me, but she assures me that I am the one for her, and I believe her. And to top it off, she works at a local Frederick's of Hollywood. Can you say discount. Last time we checked, she weighed 112, while I was 131. All in all, I love her, and she loves me. And the sex couldn't be better. Until two nights ago.
We are in that stage in a relationship where sex seems to consume us. We have done it in numerous ways and locations. We have experienced almost all you could experience, outside of another partner and some things that are just too sick to even try (you freaks who do such disgust us). And yes, we have done it several times a day. Oh, and if you might be wondering, we are members of the "Mile-High Club". We have considered three-ways before, but never could decide on whom we should invite over to join us. I could tell you how we met, but it would just be a repeat of what you here about in other sex stories. We meet, one person makes a move, the other doesn't back down, la-de-da, la-de-da. Same story I've read or seen hundreds of times. I'm not here to do that. I'm here to tell you about a recent event that has changed our lives. We finally had a three-way.