Sangitta spent a sleepless but horny night. Every time she closed her eyes her head would be filled with the image of the naked Indian woman. Every time she saw her Sangitta thought that she looked sexier and sexier and then gradually the Indian woman began to move. She started at the bottom of Sangitta's bed and then she slowly moved round it. Sangitta kept on waking up and trying to shake away the image but when her eyes were closed once more the Indian woman would move further round her bed until eventually she was stood at the top of Sangitta's bed looking down at her. Sangitta woke up with a start and got out of bed and paced her room for a bit. She looked at the clock and it was only two o'clock in the morning.
She went to her chair and picked up the book that she had been reading. She tried to concentrate on what she was reading but the words just blurred into an image of the Indian woman and how sexy she looked naked. Sangitta was fighting her demons. She did not know where they had come from. She had always been brought up to believe that she would one day be given to a man that her parents had chosen and she would become a wife and mother but this ideal was furthest from her mind at this moment. Eventually her eyes began to droop and she fell asleep in the chair and did not wake up until seven thirty in the morning. When she did she found that her fingers were imbedded in her pussy. She wondered what that was about.
She was groggy from the lack of sleep and she struggled to get herself motivated for the day ahead. Thankfully for her it was a quiet and easy day at college with subjects that she was good at so she would not have to concentrate too much. She got herself washed and dressed and went downstairs for her breakfast which as usual her mother had made for her. She was a complete mess in her head. So much so that when she left the house for the journey to college she walked right past her bush and went to college with her Indian clothes on.
When she got to college she found her group of friends and tried to chat to them but found that they were looking at her strangely. Finally one of them spoke up.
"What's with the get-up Sangitta?"
Sangitta looked at the girl and wondered what she was on about then she looked down at herself and saw that she still had her Indian clothes on. She managed to think on her feet and come up with the excuse that it was a religious festival today for her family and out of respect for her family she had decided to keep her Indian clothes on. Her friends just nodded and then they went back to their conversations.
Sangitta was very confused. What was happening to her? Even if it was a Sikh festival she would still have changed into her western clothes to go to college. She was not embarrassed about being a Sikh girl she just wanted to fit in with the rest of her friends. She walked away. She had a lot to think about. Her friends did not notice. She went outside and lit up a cigarette and just stood there deep in thought. After her cigarette was finished she went to her first class of the day. It passed in a blur as did the next couple. It was in her final class of the morning that her mind began to clear and last night came back into her head. What she saw shocked her. She now knew why her fingers were imbedded in her pussy when she had awoken that morning.
She had been reading her book when she had fallen asleep and immediately the Indian woman came back into her head. Sangitta had been that tired that she had just gone with the dream this time. The Indian woman was looking down at her and then she pulled back the duvet and climbed into bed with Sangitta. She had reached across and at first just cuddled Sangitta. Sangitta felt herself flinch but she did not move. She actually found it quite comforting having this woman holding her. It was like a cuddle from her mother. The woman cuddled her for a good few minutes then she had spoken.
"How old are you Sangitta?"
"I am nineteen" Sangitta replied.
"Lovely age." The woman replied.
"My name is Yasmin and I am 37 and I am a lesbian. I show young ladies from our culture their true sexuality and make sure that they know it is okay."
Sangitta listened to the woman as she spoke. She did not fully understand what the woman was saying but the tone of her voice was very sultry and Sangitta began to get wet again. The woman suddenly took hold of Sangitta and turned her round so that she facing her. She then bent down and began to kiss Sangitta. She kissed her forehead first then her cheeks and finally she got to her lips and kissed them slowly and sensuously. Sangitta had begun to get aroused and she found that she had begun to return the kiss with the older woman.
As they kissed the older woman moved her hand and touched the nightie that Sangitta was wearing.
"Take your nightie off please." The woman said.
Sangitta watched herself as she took the hem of the nightie and pulled it up her body and over her head and threw it on to the floor. The woman pulled back the duvet and looked at the nakedness of Sangitta.
"Beautiful." She said.
They went back to kissing one another. It was so tender and Sangitta thought this was how that it should be. It was what she always imagined a man would be doing to her and she wondered why it was not a man in her bed with her now instead of this woman. Her thoughts were quickly dismissed when the woman began to touch Sangitta's breasts. Sangitta let out a sigh as the woman gently caressed the flesh of her breasts and then nipped her nipples. Her pussy was now very wet. What was happening? Sangitta was asking herself.
The woman the stopped playing with Sangitta's breasts and broke the kiss that they had been sharing. She then kissed her way down Sangitta's body and went for her pussy. She had begun to kiss it and make love to it when Sangitta heard a buzzing sound. She woke with a start and realised that it was her alarm clock telling her it was time to get up. The woman disappeared and Sangitta was left alone with her fingers in her pussy.
So it was the dream that had caused her to wake up with her fingers in her pussy but what did it mean? She had used a word Sangitta had never heard before. It was the word lesbian. She would have to research the word to find out what it meant. Her class ended and she left the room and went to the dining room to have some lunch. She found a seat alone because she was still thinking about last night and she was in no mood to talk to her friends. She had shifted into her own little world of thought when she was startled back to reality by a tap on her shoulder. She looked round and saw that it was Julie.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Julie said.
"No please do." Sangitta said.
Julie placed her tray on the table and then sat down next to Sangitta. They had a general chit-chat for a bit and then Julie said.
"So what was last night about?"
"Not here." Said Sangitta.
She thought for a moment and then she remembered that her father and mother were both working today and that she would have the house to herself after college.
"What are you up to after classes?" Sangitta asked.
"Was going to hang out with the girl's in the park. You know have a few drinks and smoke the odd cigarette but if you want to talk to me I can spend the time with you."
"I have something to talk to you about and I am only prepared to do it in private. Can you come round to my house after college?"
"Of course I can." Said Julie.
"Great." Said Sangitta.
They finished their lunch and then they went their separate ways. They did separate classes so would not see each other until later on that day. The afternoon seemed to drag for Sangitta that day and she could not wait to get home. Finally the day came to an end. Sangitta left college and rushed home. She tidied up a bit and sat and waited for Julie to arrive.
Julie had left college with something on her mind. First of all she was wondering what it was that Sangitta wanted to talk to her about. She was just glad that she was going to see Sangitta because she had developed a crush on her after the episode the week ago. Julie had known that she was a lesbian for a few years now since she discovered her sexuality. She had developed quite early on in life and had found the Internet and the pleasures that it could give. Her parents had given her a laptop for her birthday and forgotten to put parental controls on it.
One night she had finished her course work and she had decided to trawl the Internet to see what was going on with her friends. It was a quiet night that night and not too many friends were on and she soon got bored. She then had a wicked thought. She thought she would look and see what a man's cock really looked like. She had been given the sex education classes but they did not show the real thing and she wanted to know what all the fuss was about. She had typed in Men's Cocks and a load of adult sites came through. She flicked through them and found that she was totally unimpressed by them and they certainly did not do anything for her.
Out of curiosity she had decided to look at some pictures of naked women and compare her body to theirs. This time she typed in Pictures of Naked women and up came dozens of sites. She looked through the headlines and decided that she did not want to look at pictures of naked porn stars. She wanted to see naked women who were real and had all the bits that she did. She saw a headline that advertised pictures of naked Amateur Women.
She decided to click on that. Immediately it opened up she got tingles down her spine that she had expected to see when she was looking at the cocks. She was engrossed with what she was seeing. There were ladies of all shapes and sizes. Some had big tits others had small tits. Some of them had hairy pussies and other had no hair at all. She was that intrigued that she nearly did not hear her mother come into her room to check on her. She managed to minimize the page just before her mother opened the door to her room.
From then on she would look at these sites as often as she could and she would learn more and more about the female body. She was fascinated by them and could not get enough of them. As she developed physically and mentally she went out with a few boys just to check things out but as soon as she got home she would open up her computer and look at the images of the women. Then one day she was looking at the computer when she discovered a word that she had not heard of before. It was the word Lesbian. She decided to research the meaning of the word. When she read the definition of the word she realised that everything it said applied to her. So now she knew. She went through her teenage years knowing that she would lose her virginity to a woman and not a man.
When she reached eighteen she started going into the pubs and clubs around her. She would sit there with her girlfriends and be chatting away when a boy would come up and try to chat her up. She would push them away and go back to chatting to her girlfriends.
One night she was stood at the bar waiting to be served by the barman when she felt a hand on her butt. She tried to ignore it thinking that it would be some young man having a cheeky grope. She was surprised when a voice whispered in her ear.
"That is one sexy butt you have got." The voice said.
Julie felt that tingle down her spine. That was no man touching her that was a woman and it awoke all those feelings that had welled up inside of her as she grew up. She had never managed to go with a woman as yet. She dare not tell her friends for fear of being ostracised. She turned to look at the woman and saw that she was a lot older than she was.
"Thank- you." Julie said.
