In my sophomore year of college I sublet a room in a two bedroom house from a senior student. She had a boyfriend who had graduated and lived out of town. One late night, she just gave me a kiss on the mouth. She must have seen a look of shock on my face and she apologized and cleaned my lips with her fingers. She came to my room later to apologize again, and I asked her what prompted her to do that. She said she didn't know, it just came over her.

We were washing dishes, I was drying and she was handing them to me and she gave me this look, I asked her what was going on and she declined to say, she just apologized. I went to her room after she was in bed and I sat on her bed and asked her what was going on. She said she didn't know, I asked her if she had feelings for me, she said yes, and I asked her what about her boyfriend and she told me that she didn't feel anything for him. I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, I asked her if she liked that. I kissed her again and asked her again. I reminded her that she had kissed me first.

I got in the bed with her, and put my arm and leg over her and kissed her again and asked her if she liked that, did she want to make love with me because I wanted to make love with her. Our first session was mostly kissing and breast play and some genital touching. I told her if she really wanted me to make love with her she was going to have to let me eat her out.

The next day for breakfast I asked her if was willing to let me eat her out. To take off her pants and sit on the table and lean back and give me her pussy for eating. She was good, I sat in the chair and I ate her out, I had never eaten a girl like that, offering her pussy to me like that.

I asked her to move to my room because I had a queen size bed and that I expected her to reciprocate, it couldn't just be one way. She had never given and it took a while before she would go down on her own and actually enjoy it. At that time I was wanting to express myself and I expressed myself with her.

For whatever reason I was never one to display my affection in public, I guess it comes from years of being told to keep it to myself. But what we weren't able to display in public we displayed in private. During spring break the next year she and I went with some other kids to Florida and we were around a lot of gay people and we went gay in public. But when we got back to college we went back to our old ways.

The thing is that you never know if you are really gay, or if it is just something you want to do. As far as I am concerned I am gay, but as far as I am concerned I don't think she knows.