Disclaimer: This work contains material of explicit nature. If you are not of mature age or take offense at this type of material the author advises that you read no further.
I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself, my name is..., well I won't tell you my real name, but there's this girl I like, and I'm sure she won't mind lending me hers, so think of me as Jane. I've been attracted to women since the first time I saw Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, although I'm sure I was born to be with girls. It's ironic that the title of the movie was almost my reason for convincing myself that I was a lesbian, because to me, being with women was my basic instinct. I was only about fifteen at the time, but simply by comparing myself to other girls my age, I knew I was different. I just didn't fit into the norm. I discovered my body one-day when I was riding my bike home from the shop. I took a small track home along the river and it was covered in small pebbles and rocks. The vibration sent shivers through me, and a warmth rose from my inner thighs. My nipples tingled and I remembered other times when I had felt this way. Strangely enough, it was during the scene when Sharon kisses that other girl in the nightclub. As soon as I got home, I ran up into my room, locked the door behind me and stripped of my clothes. I drew the curtains to feel a little more secure, then I lay face down on my bed with a pillow between my legs, nestled neatly into my clit. I rocked my hips back and forth to recreate the sensation from my bike seat, and began to picture Sharon in my mind, only this time she was kissing me. Soon enough my body was on the verge of my first sweet climax, and the damp pillow became Sharon beneath me, and I moaned softly as I ground my first orgasm into her womanly body.
That's where it all began, coupled with being transferred to an all girls high school for my last two years, you can see how my sexual development was keenly focussed on members of my own sex. I brought myself off on pillows until the end of year eleven, where (at an end of year get together) I saw a porn film with a girl masturbating with her hand. It made me so wet that I left the party early so I could go home and try it. I noticed immediately how much more sensitive the touch of my own hand was on my body, and I could use my free hand to rub other areas, particularly my breasts. My fingers glided over my wet pussy like it was silk, and the experience was so electric that my whole body jolted and I had to squeal into my pillow as yet another milestone in my sexuality was reached. As I calmed down, and my body relaxed I brought my hand to my face. It was still slick with my girly juice, and smelt sweet and musky. I didn't have a tissue to wipe it, but I wouldn't have anyway, I wanted to lick it. My first taste of my sex was exhilarating, when traces of my come were gone from my hand, I couldn't help but re-coat my fingers and lick them clean again. Before I fell asleep, I came once again.
I never really had a girlfriend in highschool, in my last year, I did fool around with the odd one or two at a party or something, but I always wound up in my bed, making love to my pillow or fingers. Not that it bothered me, because I knew that after graduating, I would go to university and be able to meet plenty of girls just like me. Or so the pamphlets would have you believe, but six months into my Uni. life, and the closest I got to a lesbian relationship was bumping into a sexy tutor and hitting my lips on hers, it turned me on, but I never saw her again, except at night when my fingers quenched my growing need to see if I really was gay, or just kidding myself.
My first full on sexual experience came from so far out of left field I would never in my wildest dreams have expected it.. Here's where I introduce Nikki, (Nicole actually, but ever since then she's been Nikki). Nikki was just about eighteen when I first made love to her, she has a perfect athletic build, blonde hair just longer than her shoulders, a creamy complexion with baby smooth skin and greenish blue eyes. She has a warm smile and soft gentle touch, with a voice of soft tenderness. Any true lesbian would die to fuck her, oh and she's my sister.
I know, years ago I would have thought the same thing, you can't have a relationship with your own sister, but as Nikki puts it, we already have a relationship, now we can fuck as well. It was two nights after my parents had left for overseas, a Saturday when neither of us had anything to do so we sat up watching T.V. shared a bottle of Chardonnay, and talked. With a lowered sense of awareness brought on by the wine we began to talk about sex. Nikki kept asking me about what it was like, and how many times I'd had it. With a sheepish feeling I confided that I hadn't had sex with anyone yet. At first she didn't believe me, but then she began to question me as to why. I wasn't really ready to defend my self so I searched desperately for a lie to divert attention from my inner truth. As usual the lie compounded with each of her questions until she could see I was visibly nervous and anxious to deal with her next piercing question. That's when she took a more subtle and gentle approach. "Jane, you know you can trust me, I promise whatever you say is between us -K..." The sound of her innocent voice was what broke me, I managed to stumble out the words "Nicole, I think, I I'm gay..."
She didn't even budge, although I was convinced she didn't expect that response. "Go on" she offered. So I told her every detail about how I was just drawn to girls, how there bodies turned me on, how being with one just seemed natural. "Are you drawn to all girls?" she probed further.
"Not every girl, but I am definitely attracted to more girls than would suggest I'm just in a phase." I confessed.
