I Guess I Was A Lesbian After All

I am one of those people who didn't get asked to the prom, was in band, had one friend, and did housework with my mom. I never really had any sexual desires growing up. Not visual, not physical, I didn't have an orgasm. What I liked to do was hang around the kitchen with my mom and the other women. I did not have a crush.

I went to a small school close to home, I really didn't even want to go away to school. The dorm was fine, I did ok in the dorm. We had a full bath facility at the end of the hall, and a laundry set up in the basement. I made my bed every morning and ironed. I missed being at home and I volunteered for anything dealing with cooking and serving. I loved my time around other girls and never dated. I was accused of being turned on by the smell of estrogen.

My school was small like I said. And in the last year I met this girl naked Ruby. How I had missed her all that time I don't know, but in our senior year we took a class together on 'female sexuality', basically about the rise of the lesbian woman and the fight against the oppression of men on society. The parts about sexuality interested me, the parts about oppression made me laugh. It was Ruby who asked me to kiss.

It was a straight forward question. "Do you want to kiss with me?" I had never thought about it, and I guess her sweet face broke me down and I said "sure". And we kissed, and she immediately grabbed my 'tit' and started to rub it hard, squeezing it, and then her other hand went straight between my legs, trying to get a handful of pussy. I fell back, I was on my bed on my back and she had her hand down my pants and was grabbing at my pussy. I had to release the catch on my pants and she got her finger in my vagina. She fingered me, ate me, kissed me, she was wild. And me, I had never been kissed up to that time.

I asked her what that was all about and she told me she was queer and proud of it. I told her I wasn't 'queer'. "Yes you are, you are about the most queer of any of us". And she reminded me that she had just eaten me and I had to admit that I liked it. "Baby, I could smell you" she said.

Saturday came and we went for morning coffee and then to this 'other' girl's place who lived off campus and she had of an old Playboy foldout on her wall. With an arrow in lipstick and a pen lettering 'that's the pussy I want'. Nice pussy, I have to admit. I didn't realize that in the early days Playboy didn't show pussy, but later on they did. Nice pussy. Of course the rest of the package was nice too, pretty face, and largish boobs with straight up nipples. Who has boobs like that? Nice pussy, really nice pussy.

I was kind of ashamed of myself. I had never seen a porn picture before and had never seen porn either. I fantasized about that girl's pussy, until I realized she must be like fifty years old now. But at that time when she was like nineteen she had a real nice pussy. I started searching for pictures of her on the internet, Playboy foldouts, until I found it and learned they were the Pet of the Month. I found her, I adored her pussy and read the bio. She sounded like me, being in the kitchen with mom, except she showed her pussy to the world.

Ruby laughed at me. Ruby showed me her pussy. It was, well nothing but a pussy. Like all the other pussies I'd seen. Just pussy and she has nice little tits, like my hand can cover them completely. But she is a wildcat and she eats pussy and wants to control what you do. Talk about female oppression. I told her I was going to go where I wanted to go, even if she did eat my pussy.

We sat up one night late, she drove the computer, and she showed me all these sites about lesbian porn. She told me that lesbian porn was for men, real lesbians don't want that. "Then what do they watch?" I asked. "We eat pussy" she said. And with that, at one in the morning, she took off her pants and laid back on the bed and said "eat me". And I did.

Now that was good pussy.