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Women Only
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Lesbian Female / 55
My Life
I arrived at the state university having been home schooled. My dorm mate was a girl from Dallas with lots of experience. Our dorm room was small with only s toilet and was basin, the showers were down the hall, a great big room with a dozen shower heads but no partitions.
My roommate was not embarrassed at showering like that in front of other girls in the dorm. I was frozen, I just couldn't do it so she told me to wear my swim suit. She looked after me, helping me adapt to the university. A boy came on to me in class, she came to my class the next day and told him I was spoken for.
That night after we got ready for bed she pulled her pajamas bottoms off and sat leaning against the wall in front of me with her legs open. She asked if I liked it, she ran her fingers through her open lips and inserting her fingers in her vagina. I didn't answer but I didn't stop looking at her. She got off her bed and pulled my pajama bottoms off asking me to let her look and touch.
Her mouth and tongue were hot, her finger working my vagina, then rubbing my clitoris until I had a climax. She then through herself on me hugging me tight asking me if I had enjoyed that. It wasn't long before she offered to let me kiss her very wet vagina. And so that is how I had my first college sex experience. From then on we became active lovers.
By the time we left college and we went to San Francisco and were activist in the women's movement and the gay movement. We had lost the support of our families, friends, teachers. I worked various clerical jobs, she worked at a grocery store, money was always too little. Then my mother got ill and my father sent me a ticket. When I saw my mother she was near death, she had suffered an aneurysm and she died the next day.
I was called home to run the house and help with my siblings. My days of activism were over. In time I married a psychiatrist, who I had told about my college days. He didn't care, he thought it was healthy. But he also wanted a family. It is now thirty years since I got married, we still are. We had a family. During these thirty years my husband has facilitated my relationships with other women.
I never participated in any public behavior after returning home, that part of my life ended when my mother died. My need for female company never scared my husband, as said earlier he believes it is healthy for women to have a woman in her life. If you ask him every woman should have a woman yo share her life. I agree of course, even if the women are not lovers. But that is my opinion.
My roommate was not embarrassed at showering like that in front of other girls in the dorm. I was frozen, I just couldn't do it so she told me to wear my swim suit. She looked after me, helping me adapt to the university. A boy came on to me in class, she came to my class the next day and told him I was spoken for.
That night after we got ready for bed she pulled her pajamas bottoms off and sat leaning against the wall in front of me with her legs open. She asked if I liked it, she ran her fingers through her open lips and inserting her fingers in her vagina. I didn't answer but I didn't stop looking at her. She got off her bed and pulled my pajama bottoms off asking me to let her look and touch.
Her mouth and tongue were hot, her finger working my vagina, then rubbing my clitoris until I had a climax. She then through herself on me hugging me tight asking me if I had enjoyed that. It wasn't long before she offered to let me kiss her very wet vagina. And so that is how I had my first college sex experience. From then on we became active lovers.
By the time we left college and we went to San Francisco and were activist in the women's movement and the gay movement. We had lost the support of our families, friends, teachers. I worked various clerical jobs, she worked at a grocery store, money was always too little. Then my mother got ill and my father sent me a ticket. When I saw my mother she was near death, she had suffered an aneurysm and she died the next day.
I was called home to run the house and help with my siblings. My days of activism were over. In time I married a psychiatrist, who I had told about my college days. He didn't care, he thought it was healthy. But he also wanted a family. It is now thirty years since I got married, we still are. We had a family. During these thirty years my husband has facilitated my relationships with other women.
I never participated in any public behavior after returning home, that part of my life ended when my mother died. My need for female company never scared my husband, as said earlier he believes it is healthy for women to have a woman in her life. If you ask him every woman should have a woman yo share her life. I agree of course, even if the women are not lovers. But that is my opinion.
