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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 59
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.
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.
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