Life in the tropics. It is supposed to be so easy.

I was there on a graduate project and so was she. We competed for equipment, people, supplies. One night she came to my cabin to talk. We got things out and set boundaries, her project and mine were similar but not the same and we were from different universities.

She came on to me, granted we were the only two white people there. She came to my cabin and showed me her breasts and then took off her shorts and panties and showed me her pussy. I asked her what was going on and she said she needed to get fucked. I told her I couldn't help her, primarily because I could not fuck her. She insisted and she came over to me and asked me to let her kiss me. She got on me, and started to kiss me and grab my crotch and breasts.

I am not saying that at that time I did not enjoy what happened, or that I didn't have a 'relationship' with her. It was sex and we didn't have anyone else to have sex with. I even licked her asshole, that is how bad it got, and she licked mine. It was only once, but we did it sort of to lose our virginities to each other by doing the nastiest thing we could think of.

When we got back from the project, all I wanted was to get laid by a guy, to feel a guy again. It was totally disappointing, and it wasn't just him. The whole thing was disappointing.

I am thinking about her all the time. We are not, either one of us, lesbians. We just 'connected'. Right now though, I feel I need to be with her.