Considering how shy and nerdy Melissa was, I was surprised how comfortable she was in bed. The first time she went down on me, I was amazed how good it felt. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" I asked. She shyly smiled and just said she liked pleasing me. She was still even a little nerdy -- and admitted she 'read up' on how to have good oral sex. It was such a contrast from her shy, withdrawn public persona, and even in bed she was still hesitant to use words like 'pussy' and just said 'down there'.
One day we were in a dance store trying on different leotards (a dancer can never have enough, and there's always a better one being made!)
She confirmed, as I had guessed, she had never been with a guy or girl and she was an only child and her parents were pretty cold and distant.
"Then how did you know I liked you?" I asked her one day.
"At first I didn't," she said, "I thought you were just being nice, and I thought you just thought of me as my mother did and everyone else- a charity case. I always admired you in class -- you're everything I am not - beautiful, graceful, well liked. Do you ever notice how guys are always looking at you?"
"Maybe because I don't care about them," I replied. I gave her a long kiss "I have other things on my mind," and kissed her again. "So?" I said brushing her ass with my hand, ".. how did you know?"
She paused for a minute, looking down with that delicate gentle smile. She looked up with her wide, round innocent green eyes. "The first time you gave me stuff to wear, i thought it was charity. But even if it was, I felt so beautiful -- and sexy- in them. For the first time in my life someone said I was beautiful and I began to feel like it to. I began to feel wanted. The tights and the leotard felt wonderful, I love how it felt against my skin and sometimes I'd see you walking by in a similar outfit and imagined you might like how it felt too. You know how nice it feels sometimes..,." she giggled a little..."down there."
"Yes," I nodded with a smile. "I love how leotards and tights feel, especially 'down there' - so much more delicate then that yoga stuff."
"After that I just started feeling so good around you... and the second time you gave them to me, I figured you might feel good around me too, so I took a chance," she said, smiling.
We stood there just gazing at each other with my heart racing. We both reached out a hand and gently held each others hands. That day we didn't need to do anything else... I was falling in love.
One day after dance class we were back at my place. She had black leotard on and pink tights, and I was dressed the same. We were doing some post stretching and started talking. I asked if she always knew she was a lesbian. She said she didn't really think about sex or relationships one way or the other, her parents made her feel so unloved she didn't think she'd ever have a relationship of any kind. She sensed that her mother, who as a beauty queen when she was younger and worked in a glamour industry, was disappointed in having a homely child.
