Lesbian Female / 25
I knew I liked girls better than boys by the time I was 14yo. In high school I had many offers to go with guys but the idea of making out with one just turned me off. I masturbated on my pillow many nights thinking of the few girls in my classes at school.
My parents knew something was up since I only went out with my female friends from School or the neighborhood. Sometimes I would hear them downstairs talking about why I didn't have a boyfriend by now, my Dad would make a joke and said I was making their life easier because I didn't have a boyfriend to fight with.
By the time I was 18 my mind was constantly on sex, after all I was still a virgin. I had worn my pillows out masturbating. I got a entry level job at a large business downtown and met a lot of new people.
Mary was my Boss, older lady in her 40's I was sure. Guys were hitting on me and Mary would chase them off when they hung around in my office too long. I became friends with Mary and we used to eat lunch together almost everyday.
She asked me about my family and all the usual questions, if I had a boyfriend, etc. Of course she mentioned about me being so pretty and not having a boyfriend. Then I saw her expression change and Mary quickly went to another subject. Obviously Mary realized what
was going on with me.
There was nothing out of the ordinary between Mary and I for over a month, we ate lunch and joked around at the office as always. One Friday night as we were getting ready to leave the office, Mary asked if I would like to come to her house and have dinner with her.Honestly I jumped at the chance, it was that or Friday night pizza with my parents.
I followed Mary home and we went inside. Large home with lots of rooms. I asked if she had family over a lot with such a big house and bedrooms. Mary said most of her family didn't visit anymore and left it at that. There was no doubt more to the story, so I just smiled and changed the subject.
Mary fixed pasta and some veggies and that was fine with me. Mary kept the conversation going for us both and I enjoyed hearing her talk about whatever she wanted to. When it came time to clean up I had to fight with Mary, after all she made the meal. She finally gave in and let me at sink.
I was just about done when Mary walked up behind me and put her hands on my upper arms. She said it was so nice to have me there. I stood there almost frozen suddenly. All I could do is look at her hands on my arms, her french manicured nails resting on me gently. I have no idea what Mary was saying, my heart began to beat wildly as if I had just run full speed. There are no words that could describe the sensations I felt at that moment.
I turned around, not sure if her hands were still on me or not. I just faced her then leaned forward and kissed Mary on her lips. I didn't think at all at that moment, I just acted on some repressed need that had been aching to get out for years.
Then a reality check, and I pulled away coming to what senses I had. I could feel Mary's hands on my shoulders and she didn't let go. Mary's lips pressed against mine now, I could taste the color of her lip color. Her mouth opened slightly and my tongue collided with her's instantly.
I could barely stand in my heels I was still wearing from work, my world began to spin around and I thought I would just fall into Mary's arms entirely. We stood there in the kitchen, the only sounds were from us trying to catch our breaths as we continued to make out.
I don't even remember walking to Mary's bedroom or taking off my heels. I was just in her bed and Mary was doing everything I had only dreamed about for several years. We couldn't stop kissing no matter what article of clothing we were trying to remove.
Our legs entwined and I remember crying out as my first orgasm took to me unbelievable heights of pleasure I never imagined. Mary's thigh pressed against my clit and I tried my best to pull her against me even more. Sometimes I would hear myself moaning loudly as I came but Mary never tried to quiet my response.
I remember my mouth on her breasts and Mary cried out with pleasure as I had done only moments before. Our legs entwined again and now I knew what to do to Mary as she had done to me. I felt her wetness against my skin, it only excited me more to know I could have the same effect on Mary.
Mary was on top one last time, her breasts pressed against mine. She rose only slightly for our nipples to touch. I watched in awe and felt another orgasm rip me apart a moment later. I then felt Mary's body shudder, she pressed against me more if that was possible. She came one more time, I could feel her wetness on my thigh once again.
Then it was over, we lay there on her big bed in silence for quite sometime. We held hands and let our breathing slow down. My mind was totally blank for once, I didn't think about anything except for this moment. Mary pulled me against her and we drifted off to sleep. Just remember thinking there was no place I would rather be than right here with Mary.
Mary and I became a couple but no one would know. My parents would be in shock enough just to tell them I had been with a girl, to tell them I had been with a 40yo woman would have been too much for them to comprehend.
Mary told her family years ago how she felt about the same sex attraction, it didn't go well and that's why they don't come to visit her anymore. Mary and I were together for a few years but I think Mary wanted me to be open with my family and tell them everything. We couldn't be together on holiday's and yes I did feel terrible about it.
Mary told me one night she was thinking of going to another Office in New York and I was so devastated at the thought. I left right after and cried most of the way back to my apartment I had moved into after I turned 21.
I didn't sleep at all and by morning I knew what I had to do. It was Saturday and my folks would be working around the house. I called them and told them I had to talk about some things, I would be there in an hour.
When I pulled into the driveway my Dad was outside and his expression told me he had an idea of what I was going to tell them. After all I was 21 and no signs of a boyfriend or even a casual date with a guy.
Oh it went as bad as I thought it would. My parents asking me what they did wrong to make me the way I was. When I told them about Mary it was more than they could bare, cutting me off as I tried to explain my feelings.
When I left my parents house I went directly to Mary's and cried like a baby. Mary told me she understood, going through all of that herself with her family. I spent the night with Mary but we just lay in bed together nothing more.
My Mom called me about a week later, I was missing her so much. I really wanted to end it with Mary and go back home and pretend none of this ever happened. She had talked about the holiday's and getting together. My Mom just said maybe Holiday's wouldn't be a good time to see each other, we could drop by for a visit though. I suddenly realized that even if I weren't with Mary I would be with someone and that someone would be female regardless.
Mary and I have been together for Seven years now, not a day goes by having any regret for my decision. My parents call or I call them and that's about it. Mary and I celebrate our own Holiday's however we choose..................
My parents knew something was up since I only went out with my female friends from School or the neighborhood. Sometimes I would hear them downstairs talking about why I didn't have a boyfriend by now, my Dad would make a joke and said I was making their life easier because I didn't have a boyfriend to fight with.
By the time I was 18 my mind was constantly on sex, after all I was still a virgin. I had worn my pillows out masturbating. I got a entry level job at a large business downtown and met a lot of new people.
Mary was my Boss, older lady in her 40's I was sure. Guys were hitting on me and Mary would chase them off when they hung around in my office too long. I became friends with Mary and we used to eat lunch together almost everyday.
She asked me about my family and all the usual questions, if I had a boyfriend, etc. Of course she mentioned about me being so pretty and not having a boyfriend. Then I saw her expression change and Mary quickly went to another subject. Obviously Mary realized what
was going on with me.
There was nothing out of the ordinary between Mary and I for over a month, we ate lunch and joked around at the office as always. One Friday night as we were getting ready to leave the office, Mary asked if I would like to come to her house and have dinner with her.Honestly I jumped at the chance, it was that or Friday night pizza with my parents.
I followed Mary home and we went inside. Large home with lots of rooms. I asked if she had family over a lot with such a big house and bedrooms. Mary said most of her family didn't visit anymore and left it at that. There was no doubt more to the story, so I just smiled and changed the subject.
Mary fixed pasta and some veggies and that was fine with me. Mary kept the conversation going for us both and I enjoyed hearing her talk about whatever she wanted to. When it came time to clean up I had to fight with Mary, after all she made the meal. She finally gave in and let me at sink.
I was just about done when Mary walked up behind me and put her hands on my upper arms. She said it was so nice to have me there. I stood there almost frozen suddenly. All I could do is look at her hands on my arms, her french manicured nails resting on me gently. I have no idea what Mary was saying, my heart began to beat wildly as if I had just run full speed. There are no words that could describe the sensations I felt at that moment.
I turned around, not sure if her hands were still on me or not. I just faced her then leaned forward and kissed Mary on her lips. I didn't think at all at that moment, I just acted on some repressed need that had been aching to get out for years.
Then a reality check, and I pulled away coming to what senses I had. I could feel Mary's hands on my shoulders and she didn't let go. Mary's lips pressed against mine now, I could taste the color of her lip color. Her mouth opened slightly and my tongue collided with her's instantly.
I could barely stand in my heels I was still wearing from work, my world began to spin around and I thought I would just fall into Mary's arms entirely. We stood there in the kitchen, the only sounds were from us trying to catch our breaths as we continued to make out.
I don't even remember walking to Mary's bedroom or taking off my heels. I was just in her bed and Mary was doing everything I had only dreamed about for several years. We couldn't stop kissing no matter what article of clothing we were trying to remove.
Our legs entwined and I remember crying out as my first orgasm took to me unbelievable heights of pleasure I never imagined. Mary's thigh pressed against my clit and I tried my best to pull her against me even more. Sometimes I would hear myself moaning loudly as I came but Mary never tried to quiet my response.
I remember my mouth on her breasts and Mary cried out with pleasure as I had done only moments before. Our legs entwined again and now I knew what to do to Mary as she had done to me. I felt her wetness against my skin, it only excited me more to know I could have the same effect on Mary.
Mary was on top one last time, her breasts pressed against mine. She rose only slightly for our nipples to touch. I watched in awe and felt another orgasm rip me apart a moment later. I then felt Mary's body shudder, she pressed against me more if that was possible. She came one more time, I could feel her wetness on my thigh once again.
Then it was over, we lay there on her big bed in silence for quite sometime. We held hands and let our breathing slow down. My mind was totally blank for once, I didn't think about anything except for this moment. Mary pulled me against her and we drifted off to sleep. Just remember thinking there was no place I would rather be than right here with Mary.
Mary and I became a couple but no one would know. My parents would be in shock enough just to tell them I had been with a girl, to tell them I had been with a 40yo woman would have been too much for them to comprehend.
Mary told her family years ago how she felt about the same sex attraction, it didn't go well and that's why they don't come to visit her anymore. Mary and I were together for a few years but I think Mary wanted me to be open with my family and tell them everything. We couldn't be together on holiday's and yes I did feel terrible about it.
Mary told me one night she was thinking of going to another Office in New York and I was so devastated at the thought. I left right after and cried most of the way back to my apartment I had moved into after I turned 21.
I didn't sleep at all and by morning I knew what I had to do. It was Saturday and my folks would be working around the house. I called them and told them I had to talk about some things, I would be there in an hour.
When I pulled into the driveway my Dad was outside and his expression told me he had an idea of what I was going to tell them. After all I was 21 and no signs of a boyfriend or even a casual date with a guy.
Oh it went as bad as I thought it would. My parents asking me what they did wrong to make me the way I was. When I told them about Mary it was more than they could bare, cutting me off as I tried to explain my feelings.
When I left my parents house I went directly to Mary's and cried like a baby. Mary told me she understood, going through all of that herself with her family. I spent the night with Mary but we just lay in bed together nothing more.
My Mom called me about a week later, I was missing her so much. I really wanted to end it with Mary and go back home and pretend none of this ever happened. She had talked about the holiday's and getting together. My Mom just said maybe Holiday's wouldn't be a good time to see each other, we could drop by for a visit though. I suddenly realized that even if I weren't with Mary I would be with someone and that someone would be female regardless.
Mary and I have been together for Seven years now, not a day goes by having any regret for my decision. My parents call or I call them and that's about it. Mary and I celebrate our own Holiday's however we choose..................
