The Proof Was In The Pudding

In the eleventh grade at a birthday party for one of the girls on the track team I kissed another teammate. I can't really say if I kissed her or she kissed me, but what happened was real and the kiss went on longer than I would have liked, followed by an even longer kiss.

We weren't seen, no witnesses but we went home with emotions and very confused feelings. The next week at practice, sitting on the bleachers her little finger went across mine and stayed there. After practice after we changed, she fixed my hair and squared my blouse and told me she wanted to kiss me again. With my heart beating so fast I managed a one word answer "yes".

We had lots of liberty, we both had cars, out parents worked and got home after six, we had no siblings at home. We went down the golden brick road one brick at a time until in one final effort we kissed below the belt. We then secretly agreed to be girlfriends.

That weekend I went to the library and sat and read a book on lesbian behavior. There was nothing good, lesbian behavior was deviant. We decided to stop, and focus on getting a boy to have sex with us and go steady. Prom was coming up, we let the word out that we were looking to lose our virginity to a senior while out for prom. We got asked out, and on prom night we gave our dates our underwear to signal our willingness to have sex.

The experience was at one of the boys' house. It was uneventful. Frankly after having performed oral sex on a girl, sex with a boy was bland, just finish and get off. After our prom night we got together, kissed again and had pretty intense sex. We knew we were lesbians, we had just proved it.