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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 27
Found My Girlfriend
My first real awareness of girls kissing was on New Year's Eve party at a hotel I went to with my parents, brother and sister. I was 17. At a table in my line of sight two girls were touching, holding hands and kissing. At midnight they really kissed, and one girl put her hand on the other girl's boob. I watched them all night. At my house I masturbated to the kissing girls.
From time to time I thought about them, in the summer I saw two girls holding hands at an art fair. I followed them around, they bought some earrings, and girl number one put them on girl number two. There was something about it that convinced me they were a couple. In college I looked into clubs to join and there was a table for LGBT. I walked past them, looking at the girls out of the corner of my eye. They were not what I expected, short hair, jeans, boots, piercings.
To me there was nothing feminine about them, they stood, talked, like men. I felt put off by them. It was a cold feeling. I walked away and went back to my dorm. I told my new suitemate about them and she told me not to be judgmental. After a long quiet moment she came and sat beside me and asked me if I liked girls. She also told me that lots of girls at our college liked girls. I was sure to meet the one I liked. She was one of them, she took my hand and walked me around, took me out, introduced me, she just wasn't my type and I wasn't hers.
In the end, being suitemates, showering together, spending time together we became lovers. We stayed together, she was patient with me, until she met that girl that captured her. It wasn't until I was 26, at a company Christmas party that I met that girl, my dream girl, dressed to the nines, my age, definitely not interested in the guys. We went home and gave ourselves away.
We pass as straight, we are not obvious, we are not into PDAs, we may hold hands, we don't kiss in public. We do come off as a couple to people with the right vibe. Even my mother accused us of giving people the wrong impression.
From time to time I thought about them, in the summer I saw two girls holding hands at an art fair. I followed them around, they bought some earrings, and girl number one put them on girl number two. There was something about it that convinced me they were a couple. In college I looked into clubs to join and there was a table for LGBT. I walked past them, looking at the girls out of the corner of my eye. They were not what I expected, short hair, jeans, boots, piercings.
To me there was nothing feminine about them, they stood, talked, like men. I felt put off by them. It was a cold feeling. I walked away and went back to my dorm. I told my new suitemate about them and she told me not to be judgmental. After a long quiet moment she came and sat beside me and asked me if I liked girls. She also told me that lots of girls at our college liked girls. I was sure to meet the one I liked. She was one of them, she took my hand and walked me around, took me out, introduced me, she just wasn't my type and I wasn't hers.
In the end, being suitemates, showering together, spending time together we became lovers. We stayed together, she was patient with me, until she met that girl that captured her. It wasn't until I was 26, at a company Christmas party that I met that girl, my dream girl, dressed to the nines, my age, definitely not interested in the guys. We went home and gave ourselves away.
We pass as straight, we are not obvious, we are not into PDAs, we may hold hands, we don't kiss in public. We do come off as a couple to people with the right vibe. Even my mother accused us of giving people the wrong impression.
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