My Girlfriend From High School Is My Girlfriend Today

In the ninth grade a new girl came to school. Her family rented a house about a block from ours and we were soon hanging out after school. One of those afternoons she spread her legs open, her hairy snatch open like a wound between her legs. I looked, turned away but looked again. For weeks she begged me to show her. She got on me one afternoon and I let her pull my pants off and open my legs.

Neither one of us was queer, we were just awash in hormones. In the end at least we were two girls because with a boy we would have been teen mothers. From the ninth till we graduated we explored, lots of stripping and being naked, and some outright experimentation. By graduation we were accomplished lovers,including some fairly high adventure stuff.

College was where we expected to find a boyfriend, which was a totally new experience for both of us. We managed to get laid, managed to get boyfriends. We got our education and got together again after college. We agreed to live together, we were open about having a guy over, but the guys never materialized. As the months moved on we went back to each other. We are lovers, and more.

I still contend that we are not queer, bi maybe but not queer. What happens is that unlike college where we were separated, now we were together every day, and guys are not on the radar.