Jessica's first time with another girl was when she was fourteen. She had a sleepover with a classmate. The girl was a bit chubby and plain compared to Jessica, but she was outgoing and popular. They spent time shoulder to shoulder as they watched a romcom movie, sometimes thighs touching. At fourteen, Jessica wasn't worldly smart and didn't date solo, only group outings so this one on one was different for her. She had no idea why, but she did turn at the end of the movie, kissed the girl lightly on the cheek and thanked her for a good movie.
Jessica remembered the girl rubbed her cheeks where she had been kissed with her fingertips before turning more to Jessica. Telling her she needed to kiss here, she then leaned over to kiss Jessica on the lips, gently, softly, oh, so nicely. By the time the movie was popped out of the VCR, both had removed their pajamas to display naked bodies to each other.
The other girl (Jessica still couldn't remember her name) was shorter and thicker built than Jessica who was tall for her age, had a firm body from all the sports she played with proportional boobs. Her blonde hair went to her shoulders, her blue eyes the feature most people noticing first.
There was a hug, some touching and soon they were grasping and rolling on each other, the bedroom floor getting anything near kicked out of the way. Jessica had no idea what an orgasm was until later when she rethought the experience. But the two teens finally wearily climbed into the bed, holding each other as they fell asleep.
They made love four more times before the girl moved away, promising to write but Jessica never wrote back. She had her memories of the lesbian fun, and a pen and paper didn't replace the touch and caresses.
When you're a tall, blonde, fifteen-year-old girl, you had offers of dates, but she usually turned them down since the boys wanted to take her out to a party and her parents always drilled into her about alcohol and rape being the same thing. Too much drinking and you were out of school to deliver your own baby, leaving school to raise the infant on your own without many job prospects. Jessica made sure she was only going on group dates to keep the lesbian part secret and see how it went.
The boys often paired off with a girl and soon the girl would return with a flush face and clothing not as tidy as before. The boy would return as if he won a trophy, letting Jessica know the double standard was there. She knew about that from hearing others, including adults talk about it. The guy wanted to show romance with sex, he would be the stud while the girl would be the despised whore. Jessica was always careful to watch what she drank, seeing a boy offer a girl a drink to taste something only for the girl to act weird and the boy taking her away as well. She noticed the boy never drank from the container, only offering it to the girl so she simply turned down any offers from boys who looked more hormonal driven than just being nice.
She was reputed to be a prude, she didn't mind, it made it a challenge among the boys to see who could turn her into a passionate woman who wanted more. She still preferred girls and that wasn't a problem either. Many on the sports teams would check her out as she dressed into uniform or undressed to shower or redress in street clothing. She saw them looking at her and she looked back a few times. By the time she graduated she had four lesbian lovers who were happy with her while she simply went away from them as soon as the graduation parties ended.
A week after graduation, she met a former teacher, helped her get stuff from her car to the house and after a lemonade, saw the teacher looking at the firm long legs with the barely there shorts topping them off. On impulse, she hugged the teacher, thanking her for the education and when she leaned back, the teacher was losing control of her face. Jessica told her she looked cute and gave her a kiss.
An hour later Jessica was leaving the house, the first encounter with an adult and the first time she controlled the situation. She enjoyed it, happy when the teacher invited her back for more fun during the summer. She returned a few more times, always being the one taking the first step and controlling who did what and where. She learned a lot about two women, more than she thought they could do together.
Jessica got a job in a retail store, making several sales as she wore the outfits and looked great in them. Then again, she could work as a model with her looks, body and movements but didn't since there were too many like her trying to win the top spot and doing whatever they could at someone else's command. Jessica had a taste for enjoying being in charge.
It wasn't long before Jessica was asking the manager for some instructions on how to manage a store and they spent time in the office alone, the manager only a bit unnerved by the closeness of the blonde beauty. The manager was married with three kids, so the idea of another woman wasn't in her mind. It was in Jessica's mind as she never seduced a straight woman before. She was looking forward to that challenge.
By the end of the week they were kissing, the manager moaning as Jessica groped her and gave just the tenderness of touches to the woman, driving the manager to want more. By the end of the second week of learning how to manage a store, Jessica was invited to the manager's house where no one would be around for several hours. Hours spend in the martial bed, the children's bed and on the family dining table.
Jessica left very satisfied, knowing the woman was even happier but still confused on why she liked lesbian sex or for that matter, why it was so much more arousing with the young beauty taking the reins. Jessica smiled at the idea, pretty sure next time she could use belts to makeshift actual reins to ride her manager bareback.
Jessica turned nineteen that fall, bored with the straight wife and mother now desiring lesbian action. If that meant doing what she was told, that was fine, as long as she got to make love to this teen beauty. By the time she was twenty Jessica went through four jobs and nine straight women who enjoyed her lesbian ways. She even matched up with a biker girl for kicks only to find others in the same group wanted in on the action, so she simply ran off one night.
Jessica had used her beauty and sensuality for so long, she was unsure of how to make herself into a woman of respect. All she could think of was to find someone who had respect, seduce her, and simply live that way.
Instead, she got a clerical job in a corporation. The problem was more about the men looking for dates or simply a good time, the image of her beauty meaning to them she was all about the party. To her, there was no challenge with the men who were too easy to waste time on and the women she kept encountering were not even in good shape in her eyes.
She used a ladies' room, stopping to see the three stalls busy. The far door opened and a tall brunette with glasses and an almost frumpy outfit came out to wash her hands. Two other women talked to her, the stranger being friendly but a bit aloof in Jessica's opinion. After the woman left, not even glancing at Jessica, the other two shook their heads.
"Imagine, we just met our future CEO."
Both laughed as another stall door opened. The woman also washed her hands.
"You talking about Staci? Yeah, I remember when they hired her and now, two years later, she's even higher than I am."
"Wonder who she's sleeping with?"
There was a shake of a head.
"She sleeps with her boyfriend the lucky guy. I've seen her work out at the gym and there is an ironman body under those clothes. As to her elevations, she is smart, almost too smart but she has caught the eye of more than a few on the top floor. More than I can say I will ever do."
The woman finished, left the restroom and Jessica used a stall, thinking of the aloof brunette. She didn't know anything about her other than her name and she worked out at some gym. Not much to go on, but more interesting than the reports to transcribe.
Jessica found the older woman a few days later, telling her she heard she had a gym where the men didn't bother anyone. The woman believed the model looking girl and told her where it was located. Jessica signed up after work, doing a workout to get the lay of the land. It was another three days before she was there to see the brunette on a treadmill, long legs pumping as she ran.
Jessica almost collided with someone as she looked at Staci, the frumpy clothing gone, workout shorts and tee shirt in place over a well-toned body. Oh, yeah, Jessica felt her challenge bubble up within. Seducing this straight girl was going to be fun.
The problem she discovered quickly was that Staci spent her time looking at a notebook computer, earbuds in both ears. She didn't look up or around as she ran, sweat glistening off that well-toned skin. Jessica used a stair stepper to watch her, getting aroused at the idea of that sweat and skin being because of her.
When she was finally done running, Staci slowed down the treadmill, stopping it and wiped her face and arms with a towel before walking past everyone, not looking at either side as she went to the weights.
Jessica had a hard time seeing her prey in the mirror wall with people on machines between her and the view. Twenty minutes later Staci was seen walking along the back wall, stopping to talk to one of the staff. Jessica looked away as both heads started turning in her direction. When she did look back neither were there.
As she entered the locker room, she saw Staci in a blouse, pulling up her skirt. None of the outfit looked frumpy to Jessica who turned to go to her own locker. Staci was hot in more ways than one and worthy prey. All Jessica needed to do was to have a plan, one better than just getting physically close and flirt like she usually did. She was sure Staci saw her when she came in but made no effort to acknowledge her, not even as a fellow worker at the same company.
Another woman, a member of the staff, came in, asking Jessica how her workout felt. Jessica shrugged, said she hoped for more physical but maybe another time. The woman smiled, handed her a card, telling her she knew all about more physical workouts. Call her, she'd help with that. Jessica smiled, thanked her, and finished dressing.
Jessica was frustrated with Staci, who smiled and talked to those she knew but ignored those she didn't, and she didn't know Jessica. Even when Jessica bumped into her one afternoon, Staci simply apologized and moved on, even though Jessica did the bumping. Oh, yeah, this would make a fine addition to her bed notches.
