I'm Really Not Bi, Only With Him, Other Wise I'm Into Girls

The reason I finished high school is pretty simple. I didn't get pregnant. I never felt the need for sex and never dated. I was a teacher's pet and all through high school I was the counselor's pet. p.s., she likes girls. But she never touched me, except once when she straightened out my bra.

I went to junior college and then got a small scholarship and with student loans went to college. I never dated, never kissed, never had sex. I was a woman, and I worked out with yoga and started doing weights and resistance training, I wanted to look like the girls in the adds. I liked my body a whole lot and shaved and took tons of mirror shots with my phone. I deleted most of them after a while, but kept others I liked best. When Hope Solo's pictures came online, I got immediately aroused, I really like soccer players, they are the hottest of the hot. I got wet, believe it or not. I kept Hope's picture on my laptop, the naked Hope. I masturbated to her, and masturbated in front of a mirror so I could see myself 'flowering', I was fixated on my open pussy.

But sex for me was going to come from another direction. I got laid over at a party, and I had a dick shoved in my butt. I lost my anal virginity before losing my vaginal virginity to the same man. He saw my picture of Hope and he took pictures of me doing the same poses, except I'm not as hot and not as fit as she is. At another party we met this girl who was a new dancer at the city ballet. She was five foot six, and fit, small boobs and all. I wanted her so bad, I begged my man to give her to me for my 25th birthday. He found out that she was lesbian and he arranged to get us tickets for a fundraising party for the ballet. It was up to me then, to get her.

I was all over her, I had never actually tried to get a girl, I never even tried when he got me over the sofa. She was far more experienced and she let me touch her between her legs, two fingers, face up, pushing against her lips. She asked me if I liked pussy and I said I did and she asked who that man was that I was with and I told her he sort of owned me but he wanted me to get to know her. If I was happy with a girl then he would be happy too.

I went home with her to her apartment. I was so stunned as to how fit she was, she was all over me, she was definitely the dyke. I let her do everything, and I got my first taste of pussy with her. We woke up in her bed and we loaned me some clothes, including a pair of her panties. We went to the farmer's market and ate at this trailer where the 'girls who like girls' hang out. She had friends who came there, she introduced me around, most were dancers of one form or another and she pointed out the ones that danced at men's clubs. Those girls had boobs, not flat like us. We talked a lot about my man, I told her that I would never leave him. She didn't want to share so that's as far as that night with her went.

I'm definitely more and more into girls than I was. I live with my man, he has first call on me. But he knows I have needs too and he lets me out, but within reason. I still have my Hope photos on my phone, and for my 28th birthday my man had a full on nude painting of Hope before the mirror to hang over my bed. The painting has an open flower between her legs. I love my painting.