Living It, Not Reading About It

Looking for a cheap place to live I took a sublet room from a 32 yo school teacher. We shared a bathroom and the living area but we did each have a separate bedroom. At the time I was unaware she was going thru a breakup with her 'partner' of four years. I got the blow by blow, the pain, the rejection. Knowing that a woman can feel something with another woman is one thing, witnessing it was another.

I had been there a little over three weeks when she asked me to sleep with her because she did not want to be alone. I begged off but she begged harder and I found myself with her in bed, her arms around me thanking me for being her friend. When you are face to face, with her arms pulling me to her, no bras, tit to tit, her breath on me, her lips going over my cheek. Her hand moved in between us, rearranging our tits so we could be closer.

The kissing started slowly, until the kisses were lips to lips, wet kisses with tongues sparing. She crawled on me, holding my head in her hands kissing me. I still hold I was not doing any of it, I was having it done to me, being made love to. Her hands working my panties off, her mouth and tongue digging hard into me, her tongue taking my virginity. The explosion came without warning, nothing had prepared me for it. It hurt, it made me lose my mind.

I know that women can gave strong feelings for other women, I just did not know that I could have those feelings myself. I know I'm straight, I know that I am going thru a phase, I know that. She tells me I do not know what I am talking about.