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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 26
Fully Awake Now, I Want To Tell You About My Sexual Awakening
I should warn you that some of this may be hard for sensitive people when it comes to sexual awakening. As a young girl I had feelings of what I can best describe of frustration. I was small, short and weighed just 107 pounds, in the 8th grade. I wore my hair short and dressed in boy clothes. I wasn't a tomboy in the expected sense, I just didn't like people looking at my body. I didn't wear makeup or any j*welry either. My name is Alexa and I went by Alex. I got turned on after gym in the showers, in the 8th grade girls were coming out, heavy pubes, some with small tits some with good sized tits. I would say that 95% of girls were never going to make it on the internet. My focus girl was a sports girl, soccer, softball. Five six, about 150 pounds, solid as a rock, thick thighs, heavy heavy pubes, breasts that hung from her chest, she was my age by a month. One day she was showing off that she could touch the floor with her hands and she bent over in the showers and I was behind her and I was treated to her big ass and open c**t. That night I dreamt of licking her brown butthole, I rubbed myself so hard I was sore for several days. But I did have an orgasm. My first one.
I dreamt of being kissed by her, of her grabbing me by the pussy, sucking on my tits. I dreamt of her naked on the bed. I saw her naked after gym so I didn't have to imagine anything. One day she walked over to me, I was sitting on a bench putting on my shoes and she grabbed my face and put my face between her breasts. Holding my head with her hands she told me I was a little sweety and she bet I liked pussy. She gave me a very long wet kiss on the lips. Other girls laughed, some clapped, others slapped each other on the butt. I was her girlfriend from then on, I had my face held in her hands while she put her pussy in my face, she took my pants off and ate me, at parties she kept her arm around my neck and grabbed my tit and kissed me in public. We were the first totally out lesbian couple in the 8th grade.
I was called into the counselor's office and the counselor, a woman in her late twenties, told me that there was something she wanted to talk to me about. But first she told me that Lisa, that was her name, had been transferred to another school. Stuff had been found in her locker and she going to reform school for a year. Now about me, was my behavior natural or had Lisa forced herself on me? A lot of girls don't know they can fight back. Be honest, she said. Girls go through lots of fazes and being with another girl was one of them. I told her I didn't mind, I didn't tell her it was natural or that Lisa had forced me. She put her arm around me and pulled me tight against her, she had big breasts and pulled me into her breast and looking down at me told me that I was a very pretty little girl and a joy to have around and if I needed to talk to someone she was there for me. I got on my toes and kissed her on the cheek and told her thank you. All I wanted after that was to be held in her breasts. It was natural, no doubt about it.
She showed me how to shave and how to wear panties that were tight around my labia. She taught me how to lick from back to front and suck her clit. She taught me how finger and how to be fingered. She taught me how to kiss. She taught me how to be hugged into her breasts and be kissed in long hot kisses. She taught me how to tell her I loved her and she held me tight and told me she loved me too. But all of this had to be in secret, a very careful secret. She had arranged for me to receive tutoring and that's when we made love.
Going onto the high school campus made it easier because we weren't at the same school. She tutored me, dressed me, groomed me, kissed me, licked me, fingered me, used nasty old wicked rubber penises with me, she laughed at how I had fantasized about Lisa bending over and she bent over with her big ass and open c**t and I lived my fantasy of licking her brown eyed monster. Most of all I loved laying in her breasts and her kissing my face and mouth. By the time I finished high school I was wearing dresses and girl tops and shorts, and earrings and necklaces and wearing makeup and my hair was short and styled, my green eyes looking out into the world. All I could see really was her, everyone else was a passer by.
After graduation I moved in with her and went to college. She wanted straight As and I worked hard to make her happy. We were a couple amongst other couples, we didn't so much use the word lesbians and we used queer. We were queer, that's how she put it. After graduation from college I went to work at this company and this man took my under his wing and I went to trainings and I got promotions. He really liked me, and touched me a lot. He knew I was queer but I could feel that he liked me in that way, more than once I found myself pressed between him and other people or against the counter in the kitchen, his dick against me.
So much so that one night after a long day my love told me that I needed to give a dick a try. Better if it is a man you like and you never know, a hot hard dick is not something to turn your nose up to. Proof positive is that 99% of women liked dick. Let him see a bit of nipple, wear a short dress and let him see my panties, wear a bit too tight pants and let him see my girl parts. Lean against him, tell him that you like him. He wasn't going to turn it down. Just don't suck his dick, once you suck a man's dick you can never stop.
His dick was hard and hot and it slipped right in, all the way without stopping. Once in he grabbed me tight and went against me over and over, knocking me around under him, harder and harder until he came in a series of thrusts and moans and telling me how much he liked it. I liked it too. He was my boss and I was his many times lower level subordinate. And he was between my legs and his sperm was inside of me. I didn't tell him that sperm can live inside of you and queer girls aren't known for using birth control. Right then I didn't care, I didn't lay back for it, but now that his sperm was inside of me, I wanted it to do it's job.
I didn't turn over a new leaf, change my ways, nothing like that. I just learned that a hard dick by a man you like is something you don't turn your nose up to. If nothing else it gives you something to talk about when your laying with your face between her breasts and she is stroking your hair and wants to hear all about it. She let me know that back when she was a college student there was this guy who gave a hard time, with his dick, and she liked it. Thant's where she learned not to suck his dick. It's hard to break up afterwards. Not that it ever affected how queer she was, she was just one of the 99% that liked dick and she was glad that I liked dick too and I liked the man who was giving it to me. Just don't suck his dick.
I dreamt of being kissed by her, of her grabbing me by the pussy, sucking on my tits. I dreamt of her naked on the bed. I saw her naked after gym so I didn't have to imagine anything. One day she walked over to me, I was sitting on a bench putting on my shoes and she grabbed my face and put my face between her breasts. Holding my head with her hands she told me I was a little sweety and she bet I liked pussy. She gave me a very long wet kiss on the lips. Other girls laughed, some clapped, others slapped each other on the butt. I was her girlfriend from then on, I had my face held in her hands while she put her pussy in my face, she took my pants off and ate me, at parties she kept her arm around my neck and grabbed my tit and kissed me in public. We were the first totally out lesbian couple in the 8th grade.
I was called into the counselor's office and the counselor, a woman in her late twenties, told me that there was something she wanted to talk to me about. But first she told me that Lisa, that was her name, had been transferred to another school. Stuff had been found in her locker and she going to reform school for a year. Now about me, was my behavior natural or had Lisa forced herself on me? A lot of girls don't know they can fight back. Be honest, she said. Girls go through lots of fazes and being with another girl was one of them. I told her I didn't mind, I didn't tell her it was natural or that Lisa had forced me. She put her arm around me and pulled me tight against her, she had big breasts and pulled me into her breast and looking down at me told me that I was a very pretty little girl and a joy to have around and if I needed to talk to someone she was there for me. I got on my toes and kissed her on the cheek and told her thank you. All I wanted after that was to be held in her breasts. It was natural, no doubt about it.
She showed me how to shave and how to wear panties that were tight around my labia. She taught me how to lick from back to front and suck her clit. She taught me how finger and how to be fingered. She taught me how to kiss. She taught me how to be hugged into her breasts and be kissed in long hot kisses. She taught me how to tell her I loved her and she held me tight and told me she loved me too. But all of this had to be in secret, a very careful secret. She had arranged for me to receive tutoring and that's when we made love.
Going onto the high school campus made it easier because we weren't at the same school. She tutored me, dressed me, groomed me, kissed me, licked me, fingered me, used nasty old wicked rubber penises with me, she laughed at how I had fantasized about Lisa bending over and she bent over with her big ass and open c**t and I lived my fantasy of licking her brown eyed monster. Most of all I loved laying in her breasts and her kissing my face and mouth. By the time I finished high school I was wearing dresses and girl tops and shorts, and earrings and necklaces and wearing makeup and my hair was short and styled, my green eyes looking out into the world. All I could see really was her, everyone else was a passer by.
After graduation I moved in with her and went to college. She wanted straight As and I worked hard to make her happy. We were a couple amongst other couples, we didn't so much use the word lesbians and we used queer. We were queer, that's how she put it. After graduation from college I went to work at this company and this man took my under his wing and I went to trainings and I got promotions. He really liked me, and touched me a lot. He knew I was queer but I could feel that he liked me in that way, more than once I found myself pressed between him and other people or against the counter in the kitchen, his dick against me.
So much so that one night after a long day my love told me that I needed to give a dick a try. Better if it is a man you like and you never know, a hot hard dick is not something to turn your nose up to. Proof positive is that 99% of women liked dick. Let him see a bit of nipple, wear a short dress and let him see my panties, wear a bit too tight pants and let him see my girl parts. Lean against him, tell him that you like him. He wasn't going to turn it down. Just don't suck his dick, once you suck a man's dick you can never stop.
His dick was hard and hot and it slipped right in, all the way without stopping. Once in he grabbed me tight and went against me over and over, knocking me around under him, harder and harder until he came in a series of thrusts and moans and telling me how much he liked it. I liked it too. He was my boss and I was his many times lower level subordinate. And he was between my legs and his sperm was inside of me. I didn't tell him that sperm can live inside of you and queer girls aren't known for using birth control. Right then I didn't care, I didn't lay back for it, but now that his sperm was inside of me, I wanted it to do it's job.
I didn't turn over a new leaf, change my ways, nothing like that. I just learned that a hard dick by a man you like is something you don't turn your nose up to. If nothing else it gives you something to talk about when your laying with your face between her breasts and she is stroking your hair and wants to hear all about it. She let me know that back when she was a college student there was this guy who gave a hard time, with his dick, and she liked it. Thant's where she learned not to suck his dick. It's hard to break up afterwards. Not that it ever affected how queer she was, she was just one of the 99% that liked dick and she was glad that I liked dick too and I liked the man who was giving it to me. Just don't suck his dick.
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