My Voyage Of Discovery

When I moved in with her I was thankful for a place to live. We were friends, close friends. Then one day when she got home she kissed me on the mouth. Not a big kiss, but a kiss. Over time these kisses became routine. My birthday came, we had some friends over, after cleaning up I smiled and thanked her for the party, she put her hands on my cheeks and gave me a very long kiss on the mouth, and when the kiss was done she told me she loved me. I answered that I loved her too, but I was just answering. Another kiss. By then I had become used to being kissed.

She came to my room and asked if I wanted a hug. On my bed, with another kiss, and she started to make love to me. I became aroused, very aroused and had an orgasm. We weren't even naked, but she undressed and then undressed me. We made love again, this time it was me telling her I loved her. That night we slept all night long together.

I am not basically a lesbian, just a bit. With her. Making love once started has to go on. Sleeping together is now normal. Maybe I am lesbian, it seems like that doesn't it? I just don't feel that I am.