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I Met My Baby During My Freshman Year In College

My first concert was in Dallas. People were smoking weed, getting drunk, groping girls, some girls were down sucking guys off. A lot to take in when you are 17. I caught the eye of this one girl who was making out with another girl. We kept eyeing each other. She reached in her top and pulled out her boob and offered it to me.

I went to college the next year at a small private liberal arts school in Massachusetts, recommended by my Mom's boss. It was mandatory to live on campus, in two person dorm rooms with showers down the hall. These were all girl dorms, the 'men' had their dorm. This school produced a lot of English majors, there was no Engineering school. So mostly a school for pussies, both literally and figuratively. Girls dated girls, friends and roommates, but hardly ever dated 'men'. Not these men anyway, they sucked cock and yuck, who wanted that. Suffice it to say, in today's jargon, there was a lot of experimenting.

My roommate was shy and I usually took her to the showers and stood guard so she could shower in peace and unafraid. We did everything together, she was my shadow, tied to my apron strings. Believe it or not, I sat on her bed and sung lullabies to her. And kissed her cheek and tucked her in at night. When we crossed a street, or stood in line I held her hand or she held onto my skirt or sleeve.

On nights when we needed to be alone I sat behind her and combed her hair. Put my arms around her and rocked her in my arms. Sometimes a booby got in the way, sometimes. Sometimes I kissed when I rocked her back and forth, some kisses slipped and our lips locked for a split second. Sometimes. It wasn't until late in the fall, it was cold and windy, and I fixed her scarf and buttoned up her jacket and told her that I would be waiting for her when she got back from class, and to remember I loved her and I was always going to take care of her. I walked her down the stairs to the front door of the dorm and kissed her on the cheek and watched 'my baby' walk out into the cold.

You can't help yourself, not when you have your baby to take care of. It just wells up inside you, she's your baby and you are going to love her with all your heart. For Halloween we dressed up as Peter Pan and Wendy, guess which one was Peter Pan, and we went to the party and won first prize. After party buzz, I undressed her, including her bra and laid her gently on the bed and kissed her boobies, one at a time. After taking off my top, and letting my boobies free, I laid them on hers and hugged her to me. We kissed long deep kisses, caressed parts that are untouchable, with a breaking voice I told her I loved her and we did the unthinkable, we made love, girl to girl. Who needs men anyway.

  • Slow Learner

    Like most women I have always wanted children of my own. But, getting them is where I froze. Being made pregnant, bring pregnant, child birth, nursing, years and years of raising a child, the sheer cost in time, money and giving up my lifestyle, all consumed me and froze me solid.

    I was encouraged as a young girl to be a good wife, a good mother. The sacrifice was worth it, so what if you follow a man, clean up after him. Think of what you get in return. It was in this state of mind that I went to college. It was in this frame of mine that I left my apartment to join a friend and go out for pizza. Being a virgin didn't bother me, I didn't dwell on it. Considering the alternative, having sex. No thank you.

    As we were leaving my neighbor asked if I would come over later for a surprise birthday for her roommate. I agreed and asked if my friend could come, yes she was a girl, so my neighbor agreed. At the surprise I learned after they kissed and hung o each other that they were more than roommates. My friend held onto my hand and arm. She whispered in my ear that they were such a cute couple, and she kissed my cheek and declared her love for me. I was stunned and when she put her arms under mine and hugged on me I had to hold her back. Amazing my neighbor said, to think we had lived next door for over a year and we were just now coming out to each other.

    I woke up with my friend, kissed, fondled, licked and cuddled. I was struggling but she was liberated. Like it or not I was now in another world. Now we were two couples, we dated together, had overnights together. When your face is between your now girlfriend's legs and your neighbor is right beside you licking her way around her girlfriend you're pretty sure it's lesbian behavior.

    My Wonderful Teacher

    When I was at high school I developed a huge crush on Ms Stanley my dance & music teacher. She was beautiful, graceful and had the perfect female form; I was in love.

    The feeling confused me and sometimes frightened me too. I would have vivid dream of sleeping with Emma ( her first name) sometimes these dreams were weird and she would have a penis and make love to me in a classroom.

    I’m sure she knew about my feelings, in fact I know now that she did! Nothing happened whilst I was at school. I dated boys in my teens although I never forgotten my feelings for my wonderful teacher.

    When I was 19 years old, on a night out in town, I bumped into Emma in a club. Even though now in her mid 30s she looked incredible and I was instantly attracted to her again!! She had just split up with her partner, and I remember saying “He must be a fool, you’re gorgeous” she thanked me, correcting the pronoun to “she must be a fool”

    We ended up back at her apartment. I’d never slept with a woman, it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life up to then. All the old fantasies played out that night. As a kid I would touch my own pussy and then lick my fingers pretending I’d touched my sexy teacher; I did that for real that night. I was on major sexual high. I would touch my own breasts ( when I eventually got them) and pussy dreaming it was Ms Stanley’s hands on my body, her touch was even better than I’d imaged; she really knew what she was doing.

    She had a totally shaved pussy, the first I’d ever seen. Her taste was so much better than I’d imagined! I told her about some of the fantasies I had about her at school, including the dream that she had a cock and fucked me. She leaves the bed to go to the loo, when she comes back she is wearing a strap on dildo. She told me it was used with her partner and would I mind if she used on me too. I couldn’t speak I was so aroused. My teacher gave me a hard fucking with strap on, i orgasmed multiple times.

    It was an amazing, incredible night I will never forget. Sadly, it was a one off as Emma got back together with her partner soon afterwards. I still dream about that night.

  • I Ate Pussy For My Boyfriend

    I guess in high school at parties I was always one of those drunk girls who would kiss or make out with a girl but always in front of the boys to tease them of show off. It was kinda like flashing or sexting it was about being slutty for popularity sake. It was fun but not serious.
    But my boyfriend who I have been with for 2 years as been pressuring me to eat pussy because he wants to see me do it. I mean, I didn't find the idea gross, but it's also not like I look at girls and want them either.
    When I say he pressured me he really did. It's not that I said no ever to it but I was passive and he remained aggressive. We'd watch lesbian porn or mff porn together and he'd try to make me cum watching girl on girl. And always wanting me to do it. So I did... last week.
    We have a mutual close friend we have known is bi since high school and she agreed to let me eat her out and for him to watch. We tried to make out but it was awkward because we know each other and while she was way more open then me about all this I was shy, weird and awkward. We were both naked touching and I was kinda freaked out. Finally my bf pushed my head towards her crotch so I just went there and licked the places i like licked.
    Untill then I was more scared then turned on. But eating her pussy really got me going. Feeling her move, hearing her moan, feeling her breathing speed up... she started calling my name, pulling my hair as grinded my tongue on her clithood... she was telling me she was cumming...I could feel her shaking.... oh my fuck I was turned on.
    Next thing I knew my bf flipped me over and was fucking me while she was kissing me and watching us fingerings herself. I orgasmed so fucking hard.
    Sigh.
    We havn't done anything more yet but now they both are pressuring to having open 3 way sex together where we all get what we want from each other.
    I mean my first les-sex was great. But I feel like they might have been planning this. He'd get to fuck her too. I think I am ready for that but i can'tbe sure. I am very horny and worked up about what we did last time. But what if I get jealous?
    I have a lot to think about.

    The Life And Times A Milkmaid Girl In Sandusky

    Hi, I'm Paula. I grew up in middle America, middle class. My father worked for the Post Office and my mother was a secretary. I was a latchkey kid. My mother left a list of chores for me to do when I got home, I had instructions not to open the door and not to answer the telephone, unless there were three calls in a row which meant it was my mother.

    My father had served in the military and he kept a stash of porn magazines in his closet. When I was home alone, after doing my chores or before always timing it so I could get them done, I would sit in their closet and look at the magazines. I'm not a guy so jerking off wasn't a question. I used the handle of my hand mirror or the the handle of my mother's hair brush. My hair brush's handle was too short. I sat with my legs pulled back, the mirror or hairbrush stuffed in my 'c**t' and leafed through the magazines. I liked big breasted girls with big behinds. Too me that was what women really looked like.

    I had big breasts for a girl my age and I had a big ass for a girl my age. I hung around mostly with other milkmaid girls and we showered together after P.E. and lathered up our boobs. We were horny enough, but I was the only one who had my father's magazines. I dreamt of kissing those girls, kissing them down there, licking them. I had licked a girl in the 8th grade and kissed her boobs. I wanted to kiss another girl.

    Another milkmaid talked about her brother's friend, and how he was big. She had seen him pee one day and he had a big one. I had seen my father pee, but honestly it was so small, he held it with two fingers. Maybe that's why my mother was always complaining. We were showering one afternoon after P.E. and I was lathering my boobs like I always did and I asked her if she wanted her boobs lathered up. No one was with us and I lathered her up and then lathered her between her legs.

    I told her about my father's girl magazines and she came over and we hid out in the closet and while she and I looked at the girls we used the hair brush and mirror. We kissed that afternoon and we ended up 'making love' on my parent's bed. I kissed her right there, between her legs and she opened her legs to let me do it. She had read about opening your legs, but for a guy not a girl. She told me about this one story she read about some gang member spreading this girl out in a store and eating her out in front of everybody. It was his initiation.

    But I grew up and ended up a secretary working for a lady lawyer, who was as butch as they come. She had a 'little' girl that she talked about a lot, Mary. She had tiny little titties and she had a tiny little ass. She didn't like milkmaid girls. That's ok, I didn't like her either. She smoked and I wasn't ever going to kiss her. So her talking to me about Mary didn't bother me or make me jealous.

    Next came Susan. Susan was a divorced woman from California. She was a bitter bitch and no one liked her. She had the boobs and ass of a real woman and I liked her. She was older, so she was my 'friend' but she wouldn't make a move on me. One day she gave me a ride home and I showed her my place and I got on my bed and opened my legs wide for her. She asked me what I was doing, and I said eat me. She did.

    Well that's all for today. I lived with a woman named Raven. She had tattoos and drank hard liquor. She didn't smoke and she rode a Harley. She's was a dyke, and she liked milkmaid girls. We lived together for twenty two years. She's gone now so all I have is the memories, and those magazines that my father had. Raven and I would look at the girls in the magazines and tried to guess which ones were lesbians. I bet a lot of them were or are.

  • I Can Only Thank My Husband And His Gift And Understanding

    I turned 66 today. I should add, Lebanese Christian, lesbian.

    Once upon a time I was 15 and a teacher caught me kissing up a girl in my class. My parents were involved, and for the sake of my life I was transferred to a small Catholic school for girls, where girls were prepared to become Nuns. I wasn't the only girl with my problem there, the other girls who were lesbians knew they had to become Nuns. We would go to France and then serve Christ in French Africa. We would not be an embarrassment to our families.

    I did not want yo become a Nun. I was given a choice, get married and have children. I was married at 17 to a 34 year old doctor and moved to Rochester NY. I spent my early married life creating a family of six children. With my youngest in school I went to the University. I met Adriana, a girl from Ecuador there. What a difference a decade and a different continent made, she was banished to live away from her family, but never threatened to be a Nun. We became lovers.

    Some have never understood, my husband had taken the place of my father. I was committing a sin, and adultery . I went to him, for forgiveness and most importantly how to atone for my sin. He surprised me, I had six children, surely I had served the Lord and my family. And what sin could there be in loving someone. I was speechless, he met Adriana, helped arrange a 'marriage' for her to remain in America.

    Adriana divorced as soon as practical and she set up a wedding dress business, wedding gowns for virgin girls. It didn't escape us that she participated in sending virgins to their wedding bed, with a man. Fantasy weddings, Adriana had the g*ft of dressing young virgins. All girls are virgins on their wedding night.

    I will be married half a century, And together with Adriana 35 of those years. And my husband, and children, and grandchildren.

    My Accident Shoved Me Out Of The L Lane Into The Hetero Lane

    In 2016 I was in a LTR with my then partner. We met in college and continued until my accident.

    I was hit head on, internal injuries and a head injury put me in a coma. I woke up ten days later, but it took four months before I could go home. Home with my mother. While I came back I lost any interest with my partner. I reacted if she touched me, I refused to let her kiss me.

    Within one year I was actively involved with a man and got married. I concentrated on building a home and creating a family. I have not been able to work up any interest with my former partner.

    My accident forced me out of one lane into another.

    It Was Like That Back Then

    When I left college I took a room with a lesbian, in a two bedroom unit. She kept to herself, I went to work and paid my rent. One day, it was early in the morning I went out to use the bathroom and her door was open. To describe it the dyke was on her knees eating her. Bare assed, her naked butt hole and woman sex wide open. I stood and watched before going into the bathroom.

    I thought I had been unobserved but it was soon obvious I had been caught. I was confronted, maybe I wanted to join her next time. I told her I wasn't like her. Yes, but until I tried I would never know. I was invited, she became open, not hiding her affections. At first I was uncomfortable but grew accustomed to her kissing and more. And she kept inviting until I relented.

    I wasn't ever going to be a dyke, but that's exactly what she was looking for. For three years I lived with her and we had our time together, and I voluntarily joined her. I enjoyed being made love to. Then one weekend after an outing at work a man got ahold of me. It was horrible, worse than I ever imagined. But my welcome with her was over. My life with her went cold, I had betrayed her.

    Once I had to move I was thrust into the male world. To be used for his pleasure. Embarrassed and pregnant I married him. My bridesmaid was my one time girlfriend. She kissed me one last time and wished me good luck. I went across to become a wife and mother.

    It's been 35 years now, my love partner relented and accepted me back, my husband didn't care as long as no man was involved. He says he understands, but has always been jealous. I have two children. We are still married, I say still, I never dreamt I would be married to him for 35 years.

    Our Neighbor Next Door

    My partner and I had a pool installed in our backyard, a point of pride in having been able to achieve this goal. We have a two year old daughter. Our neighbor comes over and wants to know when we are going fence the pool, and ruin the whole ambiance of the pool. He stands firm telling me he had to dive into a pool to pull a toddler out, but it was too late.

    With a put up a fence, or he was going to do for us he walked off. I learned from another angry with us neighbor, his daughter had drowned in the pool. He filled it in after that. We put up the fence, it ruined the view of the pool. Never again did I answer back or be put off. Whether we liked it or not we had an 'uncle' next door, with a keen eye on our well being and safety.

  • Leslie Knew The Day She Met Me

    While my sister was making babies I was getting my Master's in Accounting at a top tier University. I was picked up by a top tier accounting firm and passed my exam on the first try. On the way to a clients the man driving grabbed my thigh. I reacted. He snapped back 'be nice'. I wasn't nice and I was held back because I had poor 'client skills'.

    I was essentially kicked out, went to a large industrial company, had trouble with the atmosphere and felt miserable. I went to therapy. It got cruel. 26 and virgin, there's your problem. Get laid, suck dick. If you can't manage that get a dyke to fuck you like a cheap whore. And if you can't manage that get a nine inch dildo and fuck your 'c**t' with it. Your a repressed half woman, but you don't wear a dick so get over it. Your welcome and come back after get fucked.

    Well, it was more 'clinical' but that was her message.

    A few weeks later I got a card in the mail, s handwritten note from the therapist. She invited me to join her and friends at a girl's night happy hour. Yours, Leslie.

    I went. She welcomed me, introduced me to Karla. Pushed me on Karla. Now you all get out there and get to know each other. It was a set up. Karla wasn't nice, she was anything but nice, and she used a nine inch dildo on me. Either that, or get laid by a motorcycle gang member. I preferred Karla.

    Somehow it stuck. Face down, face up, on my knees between her legs. There were moments of second thoughts but there was really only one thought for me. Once broken, your only thoughts are for the one that broke you.

    I never did take the gang member advise seriously. I never thought I'd be the one washing the dishes. Leslie, I call my therapist Leslie, is my enabler. Karla likes me enough, enough to keep me.