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Straight Female / 18

Does This Make Me Gay?

My best friend izzy from all the way back to middle school is a lesbain. Only growing up I had no idea. She came out to sophomore year. It was really hard for her and I was proud of her and accepted her right away. She's my very best friend in the world!
I admit the first few sleep overs after finding out where awkward but I knew that was just being stuppid. Izzy after taught me to use tampons and has seen me change countless times and since I am not a homophobe I just refuse to be weird.
But then at sleep over she'd end up in my bed kind snuggling me and that never happened before but again platonic girls friends that all time right? I didn't want to be weird about it.
Then last month were watching a movie at my place and my dad had the AC cranked and it was cold in the basement and we cuddled under a blanket... and again that was something we'd do before and think nothing of it but some how this time her her hand ended up on my boob. It probably was an accident but she didn't move it either. She knew were it was and liked touch it. I had no bra on and I could feel her palm on my nipple and she was teasing it. Then later on she laid her head on my chest like I was her boyfriend or something. By the end of the movie she was hugging me chest to chest and for a second before she got up i thought we were about to kiss. Inside I was freaking out but nothing sexual happened so I let it slide and ignored it.
A few nights later we where getting high together back at her room after a party we'd been at and out of fucking no were she kisses me full on the mouth with tongue. I froze. I think I was scared. I just let her kiss me more.
I think I was in shock but also high & drunk. I didn't kiss back but I didn't stop her and her hands were all over me.
"Gwen, nobody needs to know. I need you so bad. I've been in love with so bad so long, since middleschool". She whispered my ear full on making out with me fonding my bare boobs under my top and touch me all over while I just didn't stop it.
Finally said, "Izzy, you know I love you but I am not sure I can. I am not sure my body works that way. If i was a like you i'd never hold this back from you."
"Try." She pleaded... so I did. I kissed her back. I felt her boobs back. I took my top off....to give her full access and I was all in.
I don't want to make this to graphic because it was deeply personal but she taught me finger play she had an orgasm while I fingered her and I honestly felt closer to her then ever knowing i made her cum. It was incredibly to watch her orgasm under my touch. Then she went down on me.... and O My Fucking Goooness I was on fire and couldn't stop cumming. I had multiple orgasms for the first time ever! I clearly was not the first pussy Izzy has eaten... she was a pro down there!!!

They next day was awkward at first but I told her it was incredible but I am confused... I like boys and have had great sex with men. I don't look at women like I do men and I didn't expect to like this. But she said that's OK we can go slow and not have sex again until I am sure.
But she is still kissing me, holds me, touches me romantically tell me she loves me. Fuck I am so confused I am her girlfriend now? I am gay? What is happening!!!!
I am so confused and don't want to hurt her so I keep letting her kiss me and fondle my body as long as it's not turning into sex. But i know she wants more sex and is touchingme hoping ill want it too. It's true I'd love to be eaten out like that again but I am not sure I could ever eat pussy.
Am I gay but not gay enough... I'm so confused.
Help.

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# 67141 - by Gwen / August 17, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 48

    I Tried The Man Job, And Had A Man Affair, But Reverted Back Later

    Decided to do carpentry. My father taught me. I went by my initials, MC Robinson (not my real name). I showed up at a smaller house, the owner wanted to replace the sliding glass door with French doors. He did not expect a woman to show up. Before I got started he asked me if I had it under control. And sat down at the kitchen table to watch me.

    It was nerve wracking. Several times he stood up to back me up. "'You got it?" and he sat back down. When I was done he inspected my work and paid me, giving me 20% tip. "I've never fucked a carpenter". The moment was all wrong or all right, I don't really know which. He bent me over, then changed his mind and put me on the bed on my back. After oral sex he had his time with me. And after letting me up he said he wanted to see me again.

    I thanked him for the job, the sex, but asked him if he thought that maybe I was a lesbian? I informed him I was, my Dad raised a son, I didn't think I could wear heels and makeup. But, I kept seeing him, did my best getting in heels, went with him to the New Years ball at the Hyatt. He let me dance with a girl I met there but took me home with him.

    We're still friends, very good friends, but a girl came into my life and he met and married a girl from his office. I quit the carpenter business and developed a career as a paralegal.

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    # 67104 - by MC / August 15, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 28

    Now That I'm Married

    I worked with a financial publishing house in the book editing department. It's not glamorous, it's a job. A girl who worked with me asked me to go to a happy hour at this new place that was opening. I went not to hurt her feelings. It was a girl's night opening and the place was flooded with women. One came over and asked me to dance and my coworker pushed me out there and after I got back to the table there was another girl there talking to her and my dance partner sat down too. She held my hand and played with my ring finger and asked how come I wasn't married. I told her I was 23 and I hadn't met Mr. Right and she laughed and said that maybe I had met Miss Right. A week later we got married on the run at the court house.

    I was not a total neophyte in the bedroom but she took it the next stage. She wanted 'it all' and she took it. I could hardly stand from the way she was triggering orgasms. She showed me how to trigger her and I got her off in staccato machine gun orgasm. One week later we started to let people know that we had gotten married.

    She worked for a big oil and gas company and with our marriage license she put me on their benefit plan which was much better than mine. We went down to the driver's license office and changed my name to hers, same with the Social Security and then sent in to get my passport changed. In three months everything except my college graduation certificate had her name on it and I was signing and calling myself with my new married name. She continued to be a sexual tigress and she wanted to try everything. I wanted snuggling and cuddling and long kisses. I could do oral but I preferred her on me than me on her. Kisses were enough, going deep wasn't, but I did it. I never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would lay between her legs and examine her like a new doctor studying anatomy. Every fold, every bump, every hole. I looked into her vagina before putting my tongue into it.

    All of a sudden I wanted it memorialized. In a painting. A great big crotch painting of her, to put over our bed. We settled for a small 10X10 charcoal, and she felt very uncomfortable letting a woman sketch her, although the sketch is erotic and I love having it. She wasn't all that much into sharing with others, what was mine was mine, for me to enjoy, but not share like that. The sketch is in our bedroom, on my nigh table, where I can go to sleep thinking of her.

    The topic came up at breakfast on Sunday. What if we had a baby or two, did I think we were good enough to be parents. I asked her who did she think should make them, and she said that both of us, one each, that was what she was thinking of. We had been married less than a year and she wanted us to get pregnant. Did we really want to start a family? I was going to turn 24 and she was 27. But this was the best age to get pregnant. So, let's have a baby. We did, we got pregnant with a friendly donor who has first rights as a father. All of a sudden an apartment wouldn't do, we needed a house but we couldn't afford one. So our baby daddy had to step in and help us. Things had become very complicated. We were both going to be off work at the same time and then there was the whole thing of who stayed home and who went back to work (me, she had the big paying job at the oil company).

    I grew huge boobs, enough to feed two babies. She called them my pillows, for the babies to rest their head after nursing. She took a million pictures of the babies, and that included pictures of me nursing. Now who was upset about 'sharing' ? pictures with babies on my tits.

    Two years later and we are still adapting, the babies are still in diapers but walking and talking and sitting at the table, still playing house, still figuring out which way forward. I'm home with the babies, she wears the pants in the house and she brings home the bacon. I'm chief cook and bottle washer and can't be torn away from our babies. Baby Daddy comes around, but it's strictly to see his children. He contributes to us, we don't have a child support agreement. He picks up the bills for the big ticket items, rent and car payment, and we cover the rest.

    Am I asking too much? I want a house of our own, that we have title to. I'll take a starter home in the suburbs, but I don't want a condo or townhouse, I want a yard for the babies. And a dog and Mother's Day and Christmas. I'm married, I don't do happy hours.

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    # 67093 - by Lauren / August 15, 2023
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 35

    When It All Came Together For Me And I Had Already Fallen In Love

    I worked for a big company in two person offices. My job was general ledger. I had been there two years since I had graduated. A recent graduate was hired and given to me to train. I was teaching her bank reconciliations and I was standing behind her leaning over, my boobs on her shoulders. I got an urge that went right through me. I actually got embarrassed and apologized to her. She said that it was ok and smiled at me. And the urge got stronger.

    I had had urges before and mostly it got me in trouble. But never an urge with girl. To me anyway, she was beautiful and I wanted to kiss her. I was terribly jealous of her. One afternoon after lunch she closed the door to the office and asked if I could look at something. She lowered her pants and showed me skin tag up high between her legs and she was scared it was cancer. I touched it gently and told her it was a skin tag and not dangerous but a dermatologist could get rid of it. I was sitting in my chair and I wanted so bad to kiss her, her panties and smell her bush area.

    I helped her find a dermatologist and she asked me to go with her. She was embarrassed and didn't want to go there alone. I told her I would wait in the waiting room and she went back for the procedure. He came out in a few minutes, the skin tag was gone but she told me she had never been so embarrassed, even though the dermatologist was a woman.

    We went to her apartment, she lived with another girl she knew from college and I told her to change into something that wouldn't rub against her procedure, She came out in panties and told me she didn't have any shorts, and she didn't have a suitable skirt or dress either. She sat across from me with her legs slightly open talking freely like we were college roommates. I couldn't take it anymore and told her I had to leave, if I stayed I was going to kiss her. She said 'kiss me then'.

    I ended up with her, in bed totally naked. For all that you see all your life, including yourself in the mirror, having your mouth on her breasts, and her lips, in both hemispheres was something different and special. She never resisted, not even a little bit, and I let my breasts fall on her face while I rubbed my clit against her mound to drive an orgasm. She was receptive, that's the word for it, receptive completely. When I kissed her mouth and she kissed me back and told her that I had never, she said she could tell I wasn't that experienced.

    She was patient with me, held her legs open, gave her breasts to me, let me kiss her to my heart's content. When I said things like I love you, she said to be careful, falling in love was easy, but walking away was difficult. For the difference in age she a pretty mature young woman.

    I was in love, I had never been in love like that before. I realized then that all my so called boyfriends, were nothing but 'friends' and I gave into them. But now, making love with her I knew that was the real thing. And I liked being the leading partner and she sure liked being the receiving partner. She loved teasing me telling me that she was the 'girl' so make love to her like a girl. I did. Every time. It came so natural.

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    # 67011 - by Jill / August 10, 2023
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 25

    From High School To College

    I was Queen of the Rodeo in the fall of my senior year in high school. After graduation the County Judge got me a job as a file clerk at his law firm. I worked for Chris, his executive secretary. She put me up with her, where she could keep an eye on me.

    Chris was 37, she had started as summer help and 'sucked dick' early. She was supposed to keep me out of trouble, and focused on college. One way to do that was keeping me in bed beside her. She taught me how to do my hair, and make up. Now that I was out of high school. She liked my tits, so she told me to stay away from boob jobs. She bought me big girl panties and bras, and got me into girl clubs with a fake ID. She only bought me 'virgin' drinks and kept me close to her.

    She had lots of friends and told me having a girlfriend kept you from getting pregnant. That whole summer she kept me from 'sucking dick' and kissed me when I left for college. My summer paychecks in savings, I didn't spend a penny all summer. I called her every night the first week in the dorm. She came up to see me, and told me she had gotten me a full ride scholarship from the law firm. 'All' I had to do was keep a 3.25 GPA and keep out of trouble. And don't suck dick, to call her, she would be up to see me no matter what day, what time, and she would show me how much she loved me.

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    # 66988 - by Chris' Girl / August 9, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 36

    I Came Across The World To Find My 'self'

    Growing up I never had any interest in boys, or later men in college. I refused to get married out of pressure and fear. I didn't have sex. With anyone. At 26 a male friend who already had a green card in America offered to take me to the US but to do so I had to get married. He agreed to leave me alone as long as I didn't interfere with his dating around. On the outside I was married, but nothing happened in bed.

    In the US I found work with a small company. My husband had work for a large company, he is an IT engineer. We rented a nice place for me, close to our Temple. But away from the action part of town. My landlady showed me around and helped me adjust to the US. She invited me to join her literature group. I developed a dependency with her. She pushed the conversation about my feelings, I told her I wasn't a 'wife' with my husband. Then she told me I probably had a sexual attraction for women. And told me if I did that was ok, as long as I made sure to let my husband know. Don't do anything behind his back. My visa depended on staying married.

    She broke the ice on a matter that I had refused to accept. Over time I met a younger woman, at our Temple. She was born in America and was open about sex with another woman. She introduced me to a book about sex with other women. She became physical and pushed me to try. Until I had to admit to myself, and of course tell my husband, that our landlady was right.

    I am not sleeping around, as a matter of fact I have a son now with my husband. We both are now US Citizens. We are married ten years. My husband has his circle and I have mine. Our culture has always understood lesbian behavior, we even have a book about lesbian love making. But socially it is something we don't show outright. My first girlfriend helped me understand and accept and behave accordingly. My best friend is our landlady. Adopted me and is my mother in America.

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    # 66974 - by R / August 8, 2023
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 30

    Confused, Somewhat Lesbian, A Little Butch, An Alpha Make Owns Me

    Not 'pretty', acne, braces, greasy hair I never dated. 26 and so shy I couldn't get a job, living at home my older sister forced me to go to the gym with her. Seriously, all those sweaty women, tights caught up in their crotch, nipples poking out all over. First time in my life I got horny, my first masturbation, I went to the gym to see the women. Showering when they didn't care being seen naked. Sitting on the bench, a butch lesbian staring at me while she washed her hair after working out earlier.

    I sat there when she walked over to me. She was direct 'looking to get laid?' She wasn't 'nice', she wasn't gentle. I was hooked, anything she wanted I did for her, pick up her dry cleaning, washed out her panties. She introduced me around, gym rats, abs, and thick hard thighs. I started working out, she was my trainer. Supplements for building muscle, supplement vitamins. My acne came back, my hair got greasy, the more masculine I got, the more supplements I took. I was a baby butch lesbian, my mentor taught me.

    I'm off supplements, my steel balled Alpha won't tolerate it. I have bent over to receive him, wash his dirty laundry. He likes hard muscles, but not hair on my face, and he wants hard nipples, but not a stinky pussy. My clit is sore, I can't stop rubbing it. At one time I thought I wanted a dick, now I want dick.

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    # 66947 - by Lita / August 7, 2023
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 48

    Lesbian At Birth, Wife And Mother By Catholic Indoctrination

    I come from a Catholic family, six siblings, numerous uncles, aunts and cousins. At 14 my grandmother had my mother send me to a boarding school for girls. A convent school for nuns. Girls from all over the world.

    I met M, who shared a room with me. She was very shy, guilt ridden, modest. But I still saw her naked, and held her down so I could see her boobies and I kissed and sucked her nipples. Naturally, without prior knowledge I felt her up and landed on her clit with my finger and WOW she came calling me 'puta'. Oh boy, had I discovered something. Wet wasn't the word I thought of, I just licked her slopping wet pussy. Well that's why she was guilt ridden, and why she had been sent to become a nun.

    Roommates and those titties and clitie were too much for me. Whatever it was, my lesbian side came alive and we had sex until we were found out from the spies in the dormitories. We learned that lesbian were less wanted than unbelievers. You can't change lesbian, but you can indoctrinate unbelievers.

    We were kicked out and I finished high school at a regular Catholic girl school. College, law school, were filled with lesbians, some real others playing. It was a time where pussy was everywhere, and easy. But as time went on I got shamed and made to feel guilty for not being married and not having children. Until I gave in, completely.

    Married twenty give years, five children. The old nun who kicked me out of school is smiling down from heaven. Job well done, she knew all along they did well indoctrinating. Including lesbians. M, from my early days, my first real life lover, married early and is already a grandmother.

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    # 66942 - by Renee / August 7, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    Coming To Terms With 'it'

    In a moment of sadness I agreed to a job far from my family. It is the single worst decision of my life. Alone, sad, and fearful I made more bad decisions, financial and personal. Within two years I owed thousands. Within five I was personally bankrupt and unable to support myself. But, my family believed I was doing well. I lied to them. Until I was on the street, penniless and friendless. Out of desperation I took a job as a maid and nanny.

    The family I worked for had 'rules'. Ask permission to speak. Look but don't see. Avoid eye contact. No 'guests'. No 'affairs'. No 'opinions'. Sad became outright depression. I hated my life, my situation, my self. And I was too embarrassed to ask my family for help. A man I knew from my job invited me out on a date. My boss, the wife, questioned me over and over, basically how could I ask for a night off. A 'date' put my job in question.

    I ran, and ran and ran. I went to a friend from college. She let me stay, find a job, move out. I stayed until she said 'come sleep with me'. Might as well, why not. I must have been starved for a human connection. Bend me, twist me, kiss me, spank me. And anything else she wanted. It wasn't 'sex'. It was something else, sex was the vehicle. And I couldn't get enough.

    I surprised myself, surprised her. Could I really have been a 'lesbian' and that's why I was so sad? We pretended so. But I felt better, came alive, and settled in with her. And talked about travelling, buying a house, getting 'married'. No, I couldn't do that. We lived in sin.

    When the world was turning again, I went home. With her. And told my parents we were staying at the Comfort Inn. You see, I told my Mom, we sleep together and we didn't want to offend her. She said nothing. What about dinner? Where should we go?

    My parents make believe. We make believe. It's easier that way. We are eloping. We will have a get together with friends. No sense shoving it on their face. It's bad enough that they know I'm a lesbian.

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    # 66871 - by Lady / August 2, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 46

    Arepera

    Being the oldest of three sisters I often had to look after my sisters. I developed an assertive personality and was called arepera or lesbian. When I went to Cartagena for university I lived in a student dormitory. My roommate introduced me to the lesbian community and I spent my university years in an active lesbian lifestyle. After graduation I failed to get a job that would support me and I returned to my parents.

    Being lesbian was socially unacceptable with my parents and I was conditioned to stay 'clean'. My parents heard me but did not listen. Bring lesbian was not taken seriously, they said it was a university thing. But to be sure they put me as an eligible bride with a woman who found husbands who studied abroad. The man I was married to was a psychiatrist who lived in Switzerland. Within the first year of being married I had a son.

    For five years I was his wife without any problems. I told my husband early in my marriage about my lesbian university life. He ignored the issue convinced that I would adapt quickly to my life with him. It was five years from the date I got married that I cheated on him with another woman. He started cheating on me with other women, nurses.

    I don't care. I have been married over twenty years. My son and daughter are both university students in France. My husband has had the same girlfriend for fifteen years and they have a twelve year old daughter. Many times I have thought about leaving my husband but I know I am not able to live away from him. I'm a good wife, and I'm a good mother. I'm a good partner. I take care of my family. I am just not a coital wife.

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    # 66870 - by Marta Eugenia / August 2, 2023
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