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
