It was easy for me. Us. Girls. From as young as I can remember, I was put together with other girls. We camped together at scouts. Spent the night together at each others house on the weekends. We walked down the beach. Our beach pictures show us grow from elementary girls to be young women. We comforted each other after breakups. We encouraged each other in our sports or recitals. And in our sorority and bridesmaids pictures we were all hugging.
It was easy for us. Even now we go to the restrooms en masse. It as easy for me. For a while.
I was a sophomore at Ole Miss, a sorority sister and the only lesbian I knew. The summer between my sophomore and junior years in high school, I had come to the realization that I wasn't going to change like the other girls and move on to boys. They just didn't interest me sexually. They grunted when they kissed. So I embraced my sexuality, even though I hid it from everyone, including my parents, and began reading and allowing myself to fantasize and occasionally experiment with girls.
Becky was the last "home girl" I made out with. She played soccer and (was all muscle but a tender lover. It was a romantic beginning. For weeks the summer after our freshman year in college,she and I had danced around the issue until one afternoon at the country club pool, she made a move and came and sat beside me on the lounge chairs. As she sat down she "straightened" her bikini bottom giving me a great view of her near perfect ass.
"How long are we going to act like we aren't attracted to each other?"
"I'm sorry, what?" I responded.
"You heard me."
"Well, I guess we can put a stop to that right now"
We drove to her house. No one was there, nor would they be for several hours. That afternoon was magical. We explored each other's bodies. Neither of us had that much experience and so we went slow. We kissed. I realized I would have to take the lead, which surprised me after her bold come on at the pool. We laid on her bed and kissed again. I ran my finger nails over her nipples and down her toned belly to her navel. She was loving the moment as was I.
But it was when I found her clit that she shifted into overdrive. After just a couple of minutes she was having an orgasm. A shrieking, kicking orgasm that took her forever to come down from.
"I've never cum with...a woman before, or any person actually "
"Well, I'm glad I was your first." We stayed there and spooned. I held her in my arms and it just felt right. I didn't cum that day but did multiple times in the weeks to come. It wasn't love, but for that moment, we were right for each other.
On campus I was hesitant to even seek another girl but I had to go to Little Rock for a conference and met a cutie there from university of Georgia who was fun for a night or two.
There were groups on campus that catered to the gay students with psychologists who told you you were ok. I didn't need to hear that. I knew I was ok. And I wasn't interested in organizing the campus pride event so I just stayed away. Besides, all that club meeting stuff required you to be out. And I wasn't. In the meantime I saw more naked women the year and a half I lived in the house than ever before or since. And yes, we still sometimes all piled up in the same bed at night.
I met Laura at a Panhellenic council meeting. She was blonde and blue, a small frame and small tits that just always seemed to be alert and rather athletic thighs, that actually fit her quite well. And then, there was that nice, round
ass. Most of these meetings were either taken up with women's rights brought up by a coalition of lesbians and non-Greeks. Then the Greeks wanted to have a parade or was it possible to paint reserved parking in front of their houses. Total bullshit.
But when Laura spoke, in a rather soft tone, everyone listenedd. She had a way of just captivating everyone present. But I couldn't figure it out. She was pretty but wasn't radiant and, at least at Ole Miss, wasn't campus beauty material. But she had that "something ."At the latest meeting I watched her as she walked to the front of the room. She was graceful. Like a dancer.
She was a bit shy at the podium. She pushed a stran of hair from her eyes and tucked it behind her right ear before it fell right back. She made valid points. And was brief. And as
she walked back to her seat, our eyes briefly met and she gave me a quick smile. I was wet. What was it? What was the quality she had that turned me into a fan girl? That just turned me on?
That put me in a dilemma. Should I try to befriend her and see if she was into girls...me? That could be dangerous. But she appeared to be worth it. But if she wasn't...well, that could open a whole can of worms. So I hesitated. For few weeks. After the next meeting I asked her to have coffee. She eagerly agreed.
We drove in her car to the square and decided on a drink instead of coffee. It's a typical college bar. Loud. Crowded. We moved to the outside area.
"I'm not much in the bar scene," Laura said.
"I've probably spent too much time in the bars."
"It's just so filled with...testosterone."
We both laughed. And then I began analyzing. Too much testosterone. What did that mean? Shit. Why not, I thought?
"Want to go somewhere quieter?"
"Yes! I do."
We walked to her car arm in arm. Giggling like old friends, even though we had only had one drink. It was an Audi suv and very nice. As we got in Laura leaned over and as she fixed her seat belt, she kissed me. She took me by surprise. And I kissed her back. And we continued to kiss. Hot kisses. Her hands on my face kisses. Until the break, at which point we sat in the front seat looking straight ahead saying nothing. Just the sound of heavy breathing
"Your place or mine?" She broke the silence
"Which ever one is closer."
We zipped around the square and through the neighborhoods full of beautiful old homes until we turned into her driveway. We grabbed our things and headed toward the front door. Once inside, she closed the door behind us and penned me to the wall. Her passion and mine were in sync. I couldn't get her clothes off fast enough. We struggled down the hall kicking off shoes and shirts. We almost knocked a picture off the wall.
Finally in the bedroom we ripped the remaining clothes off and fell onto the bed. My head fell onto her chest and I began to nibble her nipples. My hands roamed her body paying special attention to those cute little tits. Her nipples, which always seemed to be erect, were stretched to the limit. A simple touch sent a charge through her body.
She ran her hands over my body digging her fingernails into the flesh of my ass. It was wild and passionate. I moved down, I could wait no longer. Her pussy smelled divine. It was sweet. And it was inviting. I licked her all around. Her clit. Inside. I wanted to get as close to that pussy as I could. I took her clit between my teeth and gently bore down and using my tongue I tortured her button. Her body rocked and screamed and she grabbed my hair and pulled it before the building orgasm flushed through her body. I held on the best I could. She was smaller than I but she was wild. I stuck my finger up her pussy. Then another and found her g- spot and in a matter of minutes, brought her to her second orgasm of the night.
We laid there and regained our composure. My breath returned to semi normal as did hers. I rolled off and rested my head on her inner thigh. Her pussy just inches away. She ran her fingers through my hair. It was the first time I had felt this free in years. No words, just the sound of breathing returning to normal and the ceiling fan.
I moved up and rested my head on her shoulder. She ran her fingers lightly over my left nipple. She kissed my forehead. I pulled the little blanket up over my shoulder and she kissed my lips. I kissed her on her neck and her ear. I wanted to savor the moment. Laura had another idea. She worked her way down my chest and belly. Licking, nibbling and kissing all the way down. Teasing me. But when she got to my pussy...nirvana. It was purely erotic and she knew how to take me to another level of pleasure. Slow, soft tongue on my clit while two fingers rubbed my g-spot. I couldn't move. The moment was perfect. And then I orgasmed and it became more perfect.
Moments later we curled up together and slept.
The next morning I was awakened to her touching my tits...softly tracing the areola
and then the nipple. It was soft and feminine. I backed my ass into her as we spooned. No talk. No "well I gotta go." Just two women.
"Good morning," she whispered.
"Mmmm...yes it is."
We spooned. She continued to play with my nipple. Her touch was like none other I had ever felt. I didn't want to move but nature called and I reluctantly got up to go to the bath room where I freshened up a bit before returning to the bedroom. Laura was on her stomach looking up at me.
"What's on your agenda today?" she asked
"I have nothing. No class. No job. And no clothes."
"While you were in the bathroom I called in and canceled the only meeting I had, and, I have no clothes either. How about a shower?"
