Lesbian Female / 21
I am slowly coming to terms with my feelings. For summer camp I had another girl paired with me. One day she confessed to me that she was lonely, far away from home, and I told her that she was fine and that I loved her being there with me and she could always rely on me. I was being neighborly, I mean I had hardly known her for a couple of weeks.
We were watching a match of other girl, and she put her arms around my waist and hugged me and said she loved me. I didn't know what to do, but her face was leaning up against my chest and I kissed her on the mouth, not once but twice.
We were sitting in the rec room back at camp and I was looking at her, just kept looking at her and her boobs seemed like they hardly fit her polo shirt, they were round and her nipples were hard and I got wet looking at her. I excused myself from her and went back to my room. But that night all I could think about was her.
The next day when we were in the shower room, I didn't cover up my boobs and let her see me. She looked, but looked away. I just blurted out that I wanted to see her boobs and to let me look at them, I reached to open her robe, to let me see her. She covered up but I opened her robe anyway, and when her boobs were out I asked her to let me touch them. I felt bad, embarrassed about what I had done, and I kept myself away from her all day.
That night she came to my room and asked me what that was all about. I told her I didn't know, it just came over me. She asked me what that kiss meant. I told her I didn't know. She asked me if dated girls, because if I did she needed to know. I told her I didn't know, I was confused and I had never done that before. She told me she didn't date girls and not to make up things in my head.
Things cooled down and we got through the summer camp and we each went our separate ways. She sent me a message and asked me if I wanted to go to Orlando with her, that a group of friends were going, all of them our age and she felt like she needed to make things right with me and she missed our friendship. The dates fit, and my parents agreed to pay for the trip.
When I arrived she had arranged for us to share a room. In the room, before even unpacking, she took off her shirt and asked me if I still wanted her boobs. To go ahead and touch them all I wanted. She took my hands and put them on her boobs. I was embarrassed, I felt embarrassed, she said if I was going to fuck her, to fuck her and we would see what happened. But if I didn't want to fuck her then we should just each find someone else. I had never used the word fuck with another girl, I didn't even know what she meant by that.
She took off her pants, and got totally naked and turned down the bed and told me to fuck her. She told me to get naked, she wanted me totally naked and on top of her, that she wanted to get fucked.
It wasn't like it is now, it was the worst experience, she took my clothes off and pushed my head between her legs and made me kiss her, and she got between my legs. There was no loving or touching or anything, she used several fingers in me and she felt up my butt.
When we were dressed and went down for dinner, as we got off the elevator she held my hand. Might as well tell everyone there that we were dating. She made a point of telling her friends that we had met at camp and that we were a couple. The other couples were all mixed boy girl couples, except us. When we got back to the room I asked her what was going on, what was she doing. Her answer was that after she went home she thought about it, that all the guys she had dated were assholes and I was the best person she knew and she was going to make it work.
We slept together every night, and we walked everywhere together, she called me her girlfriend, we took hundreds of pictures, and she posted some on her fb with captions about her new love.
Getting intimate with her is a lot better now, it is not so forced, and she gives herself totally. She calls me her girlfriend in front of her parents, she came out to them after we got back from Orlando. She changed schools and she will be with me for the fall. She wants me to come out to my parents, which I can't do right now. We start school in three weeks.
Things have moved too fast, one kiss on the soccer pitch that afternoon is now a live in relationship with all kinds of strings attached. I am not ready to admit that I am a lesbian, although right now I feel like one. And I am scared that she is just going through some sort of phase. Nothing feels better than getting under the covers with her, or having her tell me she loves me, or when she lets it out to people that we are a couple. That feels good. But is it real.
We were watching a match of other girl, and she put her arms around my waist and hugged me and said she loved me. I didn't know what to do, but her face was leaning up against my chest and I kissed her on the mouth, not once but twice.
We were sitting in the rec room back at camp and I was looking at her, just kept looking at her and her boobs seemed like they hardly fit her polo shirt, they were round and her nipples were hard and I got wet looking at her. I excused myself from her and went back to my room. But that night all I could think about was her.
The next day when we were in the shower room, I didn't cover up my boobs and let her see me. She looked, but looked away. I just blurted out that I wanted to see her boobs and to let me look at them, I reached to open her robe, to let me see her. She covered up but I opened her robe anyway, and when her boobs were out I asked her to let me touch them. I felt bad, embarrassed about what I had done, and I kept myself away from her all day.
That night she came to my room and asked me what that was all about. I told her I didn't know, it just came over me. She asked me what that kiss meant. I told her I didn't know. She asked me if dated girls, because if I did she needed to know. I told her I didn't know, I was confused and I had never done that before. She told me she didn't date girls and not to make up things in my head.
Things cooled down and we got through the summer camp and we each went our separate ways. She sent me a message and asked me if I wanted to go to Orlando with her, that a group of friends were going, all of them our age and she felt like she needed to make things right with me and she missed our friendship. The dates fit, and my parents agreed to pay for the trip.
When I arrived she had arranged for us to share a room. In the room, before even unpacking, she took off her shirt and asked me if I still wanted her boobs. To go ahead and touch them all I wanted. She took my hands and put them on her boobs. I was embarrassed, I felt embarrassed, she said if I was going to fuck her, to fuck her and we would see what happened. But if I didn't want to fuck her then we should just each find someone else. I had never used the word fuck with another girl, I didn't even know what she meant by that.
She took off her pants, and got totally naked and turned down the bed and told me to fuck her. She told me to get naked, she wanted me totally naked and on top of her, that she wanted to get fucked.
It wasn't like it is now, it was the worst experience, she took my clothes off and pushed my head between her legs and made me kiss her, and she got between my legs. There was no loving or touching or anything, she used several fingers in me and she felt up my butt.
When we were dressed and went down for dinner, as we got off the elevator she held my hand. Might as well tell everyone there that we were dating. She made a point of telling her friends that we had met at camp and that we were a couple. The other couples were all mixed boy girl couples, except us. When we got back to the room I asked her what was going on, what was she doing. Her answer was that after she went home she thought about it, that all the guys she had dated were assholes and I was the best person she knew and she was going to make it work.
We slept together every night, and we walked everywhere together, she called me her girlfriend, we took hundreds of pictures, and she posted some on her fb with captions about her new love.
Getting intimate with her is a lot better now, it is not so forced, and she gives herself totally. She calls me her girlfriend in front of her parents, she came out to them after we got back from Orlando. She changed schools and she will be with me for the fall. She wants me to come out to my parents, which I can't do right now. We start school in three weeks.
Things have moved too fast, one kiss on the soccer pitch that afternoon is now a live in relationship with all kinds of strings attached. I am not ready to admit that I am a lesbian, although right now I feel like one. And I am scared that she is just going through some sort of phase. Nothing feels better than getting under the covers with her, or having her tell me she loves me, or when she lets it out to people that we are a couple. That feels good. But is it real.
