Lesbian Female / 27
This is just about a crush I have. I got this horrible crush on this girl but she was with a guy. One day I got up enough nerve and asked her point blank if she had ever considered dating another girl. She said no way, not a chance. I was crushed. This guy she was seeing was a jerk, in my opinion, and in my opinion he was seeing her only because she would sleep with him. He was a pretty big guy, tall and big. I was curious about him, and I joined the gym where he worked out, and his shorts were filled to capacity. He flirted with all of the trainers. One day I asked this trainer, a girl who was my age, if she dated him. She said yes, and I asked her if he was big down there, because he appeared to be and what girl would turn that down. She agreed, and she offered that he got it on pretty good.
I went back to the girl I had a crush on and told her he was banging these other girls at the gym. She told me to mind my own business. But I couldn't, how could I, he was hurting her. Finally one day, I told her that I didn't have any equipment down there, but I knew I could make her happy, if she would just let me. She asked me if I was gay, and I said yes, I was gay and I wanted to have a relationship with her, and furthermore I was upset that she was seeing a guy who cheated on her.
I got her curious enough to try. I did my best to satisfy her. I had love on my side, but I didn't have 'that'. It didn't matter how smooth I was, how much attention I paid to her lady parts, how much I told her how much I liked her. In the end she wanted 'that'.
My thing didn't work out with her. For the next long time, a long time, I decided that when I was with a girl I would use a strap on. Some girls liked it, but other girls didn't, it wasn't the real thing. I became obsessed with not having a penis and it affected me deeply. If I had a penis I would be with the girl I was crushed on.
One day out of the blue she called me and said she wanted to reach out and see how I was doing. All of my pent up feelings came back, I didn't want her to hang up, I begged her in a nice way to see me. I leveled with her and told her that I was crushed on her and that it hurt so much knowing that I couldn't satisfy her. We got to the dirty part, and I told her that I knew that he, that guy she was dating back then, had a significant penis, and I apologized that I didn't have one. She laughed, she said he was anything but significant, that he packed his pants and shorts, but that he was less than average, a lot less than average.
I was confused, and she told me that he was a friend from her high school days, a friend, nothing more. No she did not bang him. He had gotten into body building, but 'that' was not what he advertised. Well then, I asked her if that was the case, why had she dropped me. She answered by telling me that I was a girl. A girl. That she appreciated that I had a crush on her, but that she didn't go that way, she was open to try, but that it wasn't what she wanted.
We could be friends, real friends. Friends like she was with that guy. No sex. I don't want to be just friends, but that is what she is to me, a friend, I steal a kiss, or a hug and when I get too carried away, she reminds me that we are friends, very close friends, but friends. I am hopelessly in love with my friend.
I went back to the girl I had a crush on and told her he was banging these other girls at the gym. She told me to mind my own business. But I couldn't, how could I, he was hurting her. Finally one day, I told her that I didn't have any equipment down there, but I knew I could make her happy, if she would just let me. She asked me if I was gay, and I said yes, I was gay and I wanted to have a relationship with her, and furthermore I was upset that she was seeing a guy who cheated on her.
I got her curious enough to try. I did my best to satisfy her. I had love on my side, but I didn't have 'that'. It didn't matter how smooth I was, how much attention I paid to her lady parts, how much I told her how much I liked her. In the end she wanted 'that'.
My thing didn't work out with her. For the next long time, a long time, I decided that when I was with a girl I would use a strap on. Some girls liked it, but other girls didn't, it wasn't the real thing. I became obsessed with not having a penis and it affected me deeply. If I had a penis I would be with the girl I was crushed on.
One day out of the blue she called me and said she wanted to reach out and see how I was doing. All of my pent up feelings came back, I didn't want her to hang up, I begged her in a nice way to see me. I leveled with her and told her that I was crushed on her and that it hurt so much knowing that I couldn't satisfy her. We got to the dirty part, and I told her that I knew that he, that guy she was dating back then, had a significant penis, and I apologized that I didn't have one. She laughed, she said he was anything but significant, that he packed his pants and shorts, but that he was less than average, a lot less than average.
I was confused, and she told me that he was a friend from her high school days, a friend, nothing more. No she did not bang him. He had gotten into body building, but 'that' was not what he advertised. Well then, I asked her if that was the case, why had she dropped me. She answered by telling me that I was a girl. A girl. That she appreciated that I had a crush on her, but that she didn't go that way, she was open to try, but that it wasn't what she wanted.
We could be friends, real friends. Friends like she was with that guy. No sex. I don't want to be just friends, but that is what she is to me, a friend, I steal a kiss, or a hug and when I get too carried away, she reminds me that we are friends, very close friends, but friends. I am hopelessly in love with my friend.
