As a college freshman I arrived on campus ready to party. My roommate was assigned to me, a girl from the suburbs, all jock, blond, with a killer body. She had been in sports all her life and she had no problem with modesty, took her clothes off and stood naked in front of me the first day. I on the other hand have always been private about being seen naked, I just don't have the body.

On the third day she took the towel away from me, she said she wanted to look at my tits. She cupped my breasts and sucked my nipple and told me that she always liked girl tits and I needed to get used to letting her look at my tits. It rained that night, and she got up and came and got in bed with me. I tried pushing her out, asking what she thought she was doing, but she got completely on top of me and said she liked girls. She stayed with me in bed that night, spooning me and talking to me until very late. When we woke up she was wrapped around me. I woke her to let me go to the bathroom, and she hugged me first and kissed me on the cheek.

I had been at school less than a week and a girl had come on to me and I liked it. I like being held by her. It was only one more day and she went down on me and she ate me out for the first time. It took me many more days before I was willing to go down on her. I learned that she was a lesbian, she was out to her family, she had a girlfriend from high school but she had moved on and she found me adorable and could not keep her hands off me. I wasn't used to the attention, I wasn't used to somebody clawing at my body, getting naked with me, kissing me, fondling me, and much less getting nasty between my legs. But I liked it, every bit of it, when I finally got up the nerve to go down on her I liked that too.

We made an odd couple. She was all sports, her major was Kinesiology and mine International Studies. We spent most every spare moment clawing at each other, I liked being made love to, I liked looking at her naked, she was so fit and I liked pleasing her, she liked to have me make love to her pussy, kiss and tongue her and make her pussy feel good.

At that time there wasn't a gay club on campus, gay people kept to themselves, but we were discoverable and sooner than you think we found other girls like us, we partied together. When we were together it was ok to show affection to your girlfriend, to get kissed and hugged, to talk about sex, to use the words I love you out loud. Our group was not that big, it was really about six couples, and few girls who hadn't found someone yet. We were close, we looked after each other.

After college we gravitated to the East or the West coast. My girlfriend and I went West, to San Francisco. We wanted to be among gay people. We ended up not liking where we were, we were a bit too introverted. She got a job in Oregon as a girls soccer coach so we moved to Oregon.

In Oregon I had my first male intercourse. The man would not accept that I had a girlfriend and imposed himself on me and I felt what it was to have a man in you. It was like an out of body experience, feeling this man running his penis in and out of you, and me looking around at the ceiling and the light fixtures. He got frustrated that I didn't respond to him, so he finished by fucking me real hard. When he got off, I told him I had told him I was with a girl. But it didn't matter, he was determined for me to be his girlfriend and he had sex with me quite often. I got to like it, I liked the intercourse, the feeling of his penis doing the work. I would say I was his half girlfriend. My girlfriend didn't seem to mind. It turned out that she was seeing one of the students and we broke up.

Don't get me wrong, I know that I am primarily a lesbian, I like girls very much. But it is not easy for me to come on to girls. I fantasize about them. Intercourse is good, and my boyfriend likes to have intercourse, and I have learned to more or less invite him on. According to him he is getting me to like sex with him, but he doesn't really understand that I would really like to be with a girl again. Maybe it is the sex with her, but still, I miss that part of my relationship with my college sweetheart.

A good sex day for me, is letting him go at me from behind, just pound away and get me all hot and bothered, I can reach my clit and masturbate while he pokes around and dream of some girl I saw at the mall. I always need to dream of some girl to masturbate. I dream I have my face into her and she has me by the hair and won't let me go.