Coming Out 8

All participants are over 18 years old.

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Her Freshman Year

"Mom, Dad!" Andrea called as she came in through the front door, slamming it on the way.

Jeez, thought Alan, she's like a fucking herd of elephants, always barging through things if they are not smart enough to get out of her way.

Andrea had always been active, sports were like a second life for her. The more physical the sport, the more she wanted in. She was really upset that she wasn't tall enough to make it to the WNBL, but she was tenaciously held her spot on her high school team. She was also a track and field star, anything over the 5,000 meter mark and she just shone, cross country, marathon and while not tall, she could still throw a mean javelin. Her room was adorned with medals and trophies from throughout her school years, and college hadn't slowed her one bit. Where she got this from, Alan didn't know. There was a distant cousin who once competed in the Olympics, a hurdler, but that was the closest anyone in their family came to sports. That didn't explain her aggressive approach to everything though, she was just so competitive, but fuck knows where she got that streak from.

It had gotten worse over the last few years when she decided that she wanted to add Taekwondo to her sporting ventures. Already she had reached 2nd Kup in just four years. How the hell she scheduled all this as well as earning good grades at school was far beyond Alan's understanding, but she did. Now, in college, her grades were also high. He sighed, this came at having no boyfriend, well almost, there was one kid but he didn't last long and there hasn't been anyone since.

"Mom! Dad!" she called again.

"Yeah, yeah! In the kitchen." Alan replied, "Shout out again, I'm not sure Mrs Kirby heard you!" referring to the older lady at the end of the street who was seriously hard of hearing.

Coming into the kitchen, sitting at the table Andrea tossed her bag on the floor and dumped herself into a chair.

"You know, your mother wondered why I bought these heavy chairs for the kitchen table." Alan said, "Self protection, I said, I didn't want to be going out buying new chairs three or four times a year."

"Agh jeez Dad, you think you might get a new line at some point," Andrea replied.

"Oldie but a goodie," he laughed, "Now what is so important you gotta make such a noise about?" He lifted his coffee and sipped it.

"Yeah, when Mom gets here." Rooting around her bag, Andrea pulled out her drink bottle and took a large swallow.

"So how was training?" She had just come from her Taekwondo academy.

"Good. My instructors think I could be a black belt before the end of the year."

"In four years, a black belt? Wow, hell of an achievement."

"They want me to compete in the nationals later this year, but I don't know. It's first week of July in Texas, but I don't know if I want to go to Texas. Nowhere near a beach and in summer."

"Hi Andrea," Mom said as she came into the kitchen. "What's all the fuss about?"

"Andrea's saying that she might be a black belt before the end of the year and they want her to go to the National titles in July."

"That's wonderful, darling," Mom hugged her daughter.

"Yeah, but that's not really what I wanted to talk about."

"Oka-a-y," Alan said cautiously, "So what is it that you want to talk about?"

"Well-" she said, and stopped. "Mom- Dad-" She stopped again.

"Come on darling," Mom said, "This isn't like you, whatever it is it can't be so bad you can't get it out there."

"I dunno Mom," she said quietly, "you might not-" she stopped again.

Alan reached over and took Andrea's hand, "Come on babe, whatever this is, it is really eating you up. Is this why you've sort of been so busy lately you haven't been around much?"

She nodded.

"Okay," he said, gently, "It's an issue of trust isn't it?" He knew his daughter and he was wondering if an earlier speculation was right.

She nodded again. "And you don't know how we're going to react." A statement. Andrea nodded again.

"You're pregnant!" Mom cried, "Oh my God, you're going to have a baby!"

"NO," Andrea responded emphatically, "No Mom, I'm not pregnant. Not that at all."

"You want to go overseas to compete and it's going to cost a lot?"

"No," Andrea replied, "Look, this is not easy, please, let me get to it in my own way, okay?"

"Okay babe," Alan said, "Sorry, but this sounds serious."

"It is, Dad," she stopped.

Alan looked at Minnie and raised an eyebrow as Minnie took a breath to say something. She recognized the signal and didn't, waiting patiently.

"Mom, Dad, erm," she faltered again, "Look, I want-, um, I am- um-"

Alan had never known Andrea to be at a loss for words, ever. Sometimes she just said too much so whatever was bothering her, she was really unsettled by it. He squeezed her hand, gently, encouraging her to get it out there and he thought he knew what was coming.

"I'm gay!" she finally said.

"WHAT?" cried Minnie, "YOU'RE GAY?" Alan sat back, but didn't let go of her hand.

Tears were forming in Andrea's eyes as she nodded.

"NO! NO! NO!" cried Minnie. "You're not GAY!"

"YES MOM, I AM!" Andrea cried back.

"RIGHT STOP! THE PAIR OF YOU!" Alan called, then, "Minnie, stop, take a breath. Get a hold of yourself." He could see she was shaken, and Alan knew when she was like this, she had one of two reactions, flight or fight! Didn't look like she was going to run here, he knew. "Not helpful Minnie," he said, perhaps a little sterner than he should have, but Minnie did stop. She knew Alan well enough to know that he wasn't easily upset or fazed, trusting his judgment here. She felt tears welling, beginning to flow down her cheeks.

How could their daughter be gay? She thought, What the fuck happened here? Why didn't I see this coming? The ungrateful bitch- after everything we've done for her and she says she's gay?

Alan looked at Minnie, he knew what was likely going through her mind right now and it wasn't going to be positive. Wondering why she wasn't at least suspicious that their daughter may be dancing to a different tune. There was enough evidence to suggest something was different, that's for sure. "That's a pretty big thing to come out with babe," he said, quietly, "So thank you for trusting us enough to let us know." Again, he squeezed Andrea's hand, trying to let her know she was okay.

"How do you know you're gay?" Minnie asked, clinging at a half remembered straw from her own adolescence, "Could it be just a passing fad?"

"No Mom," Andrea replied, "I have tried sex with a couple of guys, and it just does nothing for me."

"Well, you gotta learn," Minnie said, "Sometimes take practice and patience, especially with boys, they're learning too."

"One of them wasn't a boy Mom, he was older and should have known what he was doing. I admit it was better, but it still just left me cold."

"So, what happened that made you think of a woman?" Alan asked.

"One of the girls in the academy is gay-"

"So this bitch seduced you and-"

"Not helping Minnie!" Alan said, firmly. She stopped. "Look, my love. I know this is something of a shock, certainly unexpected, but we gotta hear her out, then trust we are adult enough to accept what she is saying. We're not the ones with the emotions here, remember?"

Minnie was startled that Alan would remember that. Before they were married, Minnie had another boyfriend and when she met Alan, she eventually broke it off with the guy. He and Alan had not been friends but they had known each other from school. The guy took it really hard, and in one conversation Minnie told Alan that they really did need to respect this guy's emotions, they were his, not theirs. Minnie nodded and while not happy, kept her thoughts to herself. Later though, this was going to be a topic of discussion.

"So what happened," Alan asked.

"She kissed me."

"And?"

"And I just knew it was right. It felt right."

"So anything else?"

"NO!" Andrea denied, "Nothing."

Alan knew she was lying. He always knew when she was lying. Mom didn't get it often, but Dad always knew.

"Okay, love. Look, it's all new and different. Life is making hard decisions sometimes, then living with the consequences. While I'm surprised, Mom is not happy." Alan looked at Minnie and could see her struggling with it. Andrea nodded and Alan gave Andrea the look that said we'll discuss this later, when Mom is not around. This was a strategy they had worked out a long time ago when they realized that Mom was going to be a serious stumbling block to Andrea's pursuit of sporting stardom. "So give us some time to get used to the idea and we can talk some more."

"You're just 19 and you want to make a decision like this that will affect the rest of your life, Andrea?" Minnie asked.

"Mom, no, I'm not making any decision, my body is telling me." Andrea stated. Minnie just ran from the room, crying.

"Oh, fuck! Mom!" Andrea cried to Minnie's retreating back.

"That went well, I thought," Alan said, "Give her time, she'll come around."

Alan looked at his daughter and gently asked her, "Is there something else you want to tell me?"

"I had sex with Bobby Pine, and it was a disaster, both times. I thought that it was awful because we didn't know anything. It hurt, but worse, it was humiliating," Andrea said, "I told myself it would get better but the second time was just as awful, but more humiliation with less pain. I really thought we couldn't have been doing it right, sex wasn't supposed to be like this. Well, I didn't think so."

"No, you're right, sex is not like that at all, it's love and sharing and joy and giving and taking and lots of things all rolled into one. But it's not humiliating. You're not on the Pill, so I assume you practiced safe sex?"

Andrea nodded, "Yeah, I told Bobby he had to use a condom or it wasn't happening."

Smart thinking, Alan thought as he nodded. "And the other guy?"

"No, not telling you who. Just he was older and a lot more experienced. Got me to do things I wouldn't have even thought of but it was even worse in some ways. No pain, but just as humiliating, left me cold, so never happening again."

"This girl?"

"We started about the same time, playing together, going though the basic exercises, sparing together, she's just fun to be with. We were on the mat and something happened between us. I had no idea what but I knew I was going to kiss her before I remembered where we were. That really surprised me, so I left the mat and went to the locker room. I didn't know she followed me, when I got inside I looked to see if anyone was there when I heard the door open. I just wanted to sit down and have a good cry and someone had spoiled that. I don't know what came over me, I was so confused by what I had just felt. I heard this person come up behind me, call my name. It was her voice, I turned, she took hold of my jacket, pulled me to her and kissed me. I knew then that this was what I wanted, to be held by a girl, kissed by her."

"And you were."

"Yes, and Dad, I can't change it, any of it. I don't want to."

"I know babe. I know. Mom's gonna be a bit awkward, but I'll work on her, talk her 'round. It'll be alright." Alan paused, hoping he was right, "I'm glad you told us, you've been hanging onto that for a while now. Couple of months, at least."

"Yeah. Am I that easy to read?"

"You are to me. Mom only picked up on it a couple of weeks ago. But that's how its always been, you hide things very well from Mom, but for some reason-," he paused, "Mom is always better with your sister, but not you."

"She's always had a larger emotional investment in June than she ever has me. My own fault really, I never let her get that close. I know it's not that she doesn't love me, just I've really never let her in, whereas, you, you're a different story."

"Okay, I understand, so this thing with the girl has been going on for longer than two months then?"

"Yes," Andrea said as she thought of Jeri coming into the locker room. Jeri came up behind her and asked Andrea if she was okay. Andrea nodded as Jeri came into her mind's eye view.

"Look, Mom will come around. I better go and see what she's doing." Alan left and Andrea was alone with her thoughts.

Her memory switched on, she could hear the noise of her academy, the grunts and sounds of bodies sparring, smacks and slaps of kicks and punches, the smells of harsh exercise. She loved the smell of her Taekwondo uniform, her dobok, the reminders of the first time with Jeri. Sparring with her on the mat, Andrea used a take down technique to get an advantage, but it left them very close and Andrea was hit with a wave of something. She felt the heat of her body rise and she started to lower her lips onto Jeri's mouth. A sound of someone smacking the mat brought her back to herself.

Startled by her feelings, Andrea jumped up and ran from the mat. Almost forgetting to bow as she left the room, the dojang. She almost ran to the locker room, where she sat down in front of her locker. She heard a sound behind her but didn't move.

"You okay?" She heard Jeri ask. Not trusting her voice, Andrea nodded.

"For a moment there, I thought you were getting a bit close," Jeri said as she came around in from of Andrea. Andrea just looked at her, a fear building inside her, an emotion she wasn't used to feeling. "So close, in fact, I thought you might be trying to kiss me."

"Jeri-," Andrea said, her voice trembling, "I- I-"

"Pity you didn't, I've been wanting to kiss you for ages." Jeri reached over, taking the lapels of Andrea's dobok pulled her close. Andrea felt soft warm lips on hers, touching her, a tongue softly connecting with her lips. The heat in Andrea's loins grew, she could feel her pussy swelling, dripping juice at the simple touch of Jeri's lips. Andrea opened her own mouth and allowed the invader between her lips. Using her own tongue Andrea caressed the intruder, while wrapping her arms around Jeri.

Andrea felt Jeri's breasts on her own, pressing together as their embrace got firmer. They kissed again and again, Andrea felt the rise of her lust, she was going to give herself to this girl, the same age as her. Jeri knew it too. So intent on this feeling, they almost missed the swing of the door opening, someone was coming through. They sprang apart, Andrea quickly bent over and played with a shoe.

Jeri asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, been a funny off kind of day, just not up to it tonight."

"If you're not well, don't stay."

"My dad's supposed to be coming to pick me up on his way home from a work thing." He did that often, everyone knew.

"I can take you home, I got Mom's car."

They heard a toilet door closing, a lock, ridiculously loud as it clinked shut, the soft tinkle of peeing.

"Would you?" Andrea asked, "Don't want to interrupt your night. Not out of your way?"

"Yeah, it's all good. Besides, the only other partner I have tonight is Mark and I really don't want to embarrass him." A snigger of laughter came from the stall as the button was pushed. The sound of flushing water almost covered the unlocking of the door.

A girl appeared through the door smiling, "Yeah, she said, "Waste of time sparring with Mark. No idea, no co-ordination, easy meat."

Jeri smiled, "Yup."

"Okay, Jeri," Andrea said as the girl washed her hands, "I'll send Dad a message, let him know and we can go."

The other girl left with a 'have a good night'. Andrea and Jeri quickly changed out of their dobok and left the Academy after giving their apologies to both their sabom and bossabom.

In the car, Jeri said, "Can we make a stop on the way?"

"Oh? Where?"

"My place. My parents are out for the night and brother is away for the weekend."

Andrea sat quietly, thinking about the implications of what Jeri just said. "No-one's home at your place."

"Yes."

"And we're going there."

"Yes."

"After you kissed me."

"Yes, and by the way, you kissed me back."

Andrea thought about that. "Yes, I did," she admitted quietly.

"When we get there, I want to show you something; something you might find interesting."

"Oh?"

"It might involve some more kissing. You think you could do that?"

Andrea sat quietly as the pit of her stomach grew butterflies and her nipples hardened. "Yes," she almost whispered.

Jeri reached over and took Andrea's hand and said, "I think you'll love it."

Within minutes, Jeri pulled into a driveway and stopped the car. "We're here."

Andrea sat as Jeri got out of the car. She wanted to move but seemed frozen, her nervousness grew, uncertainty took over. Jeri came around the front of the car and saw that Andrea wasn't moving. Jeri moved to the door and opened it, "You okay?"

Andrea nodded but was unable to move. Jeri reached in and took Andrea's hand again and gently urged her out of the car. "I've- I've-"

"It's okay. You've never kissed a girl before and now you're scared of what it might mean?" Andrea looked at Jeri and nodded. "Well, I have and the way you kissed me tells me that you want to kiss me again." Again, Andrea nodded. "Well, I want to kiss you too," she paused, "And more." Andrea gasped at the imagery that leapt into her mind, a naked Jeri, kissing and touching each other. "I promise, it'll be good," Jeri said, gently as if sensing that Andrea might just run.

Andrea had no intention of going anywhere, she wanted to be here, with Jeri, but the strength of her emotions just took over. She allowed herself to be guided out of the car, into the house. Jeri took her upstairs, "This is my room," she said, pulling Andrea through the door, and onto the bed.

Jeri lay alongside Andrea and kissed her, softly, sensuously, on the lips. Andrea kissed her back, again, but with a higher degree of urgency. "Mmmmm," said Jeri, "I think you might like this." Jeri took the lead and ran her hand down Andrea's neck and onto her breast. Andrea could feel her nipples reacting to the touch of Jeri's fingers, even through the layers of clothing. She felt Jeri's fingers undoing the buttons on her blouse, running over the skin exposed. Andrea felt the soft lips on her mouth, her neck, across her upper chest. Andrea was glad she wore her running sports bra, the one with the zipper in front as Jeri eased the zip down, then opened the bra, exposing Andrea's breasts.

Jeri took a nipple into her mouth and caressed the other one, making both of them stand hard, proud of the flesh of her breasts. A hand slid down across Andrea's belly and the belt of her jeans was opened. The button and zip holding them together were parted and the hand slid down under Andrea's panties. Jeri was invading her body at both ends. Kissing Andrea, Jeri pushed her tongue deep into Andrea's mouth and an electric zap ran up and down Andrea's body as Jeri's fingers flitted over a swollen clit and into Andrea's vaginal canal. Andrea was overcome with sensation, still frozen by the emotions and thrill of being used like she should be by another woman. Still being dressed didn't make any difference to Andrea, the fingers caressing her vulva and palm pressing her clit produced a feeling in Andrea she had never felt before, not even when she masturbated.

Sensations came at her, wave after wave of them until she shook in convulsion. The muscles of her stomach jumped and seized, with a snap of the rest of her body, a grueling sensation of pure pleasure sweeping over her. This was much stronger than the orgasms she gave herself using her own fingers, much stronger. Andrea could not even imagine what it would be like to be under a mouth and have a tongue do the same to her.

Her breath slowly returned to her, her cum had passed and she wanted it again. She understood now why she was left cold at the touch of a male, she was gay. Probably.