Sexual Awakening And Discovering That I Like Both Of Ways

I grew up pretty normal. My parents, my mother was 14 and my father 15 when they had me. I lived with my maternal grandparents and grew up there, my parents never married each other. When it was time for college I was accepted at a small private liberal arts school in New Hampshire. When I got there I was surprised at how few men were there, counting the campus cop and the janitor in the library. It wasn't an all girls school anymore but it might as well have been one.

As a freshman I got orientation, and the nearest boy school was 15 miles away. There were lots of clubs and social events, where girls went with girls. It was at one of these social events, a midnight movie on the quad, that I met Samantha. She was from a smaller town than me, her father was the mayor. It isn't that you know what to do, it comes over you, and Samantha wanted to hold hands so we did. In the early morning hours when the movie ended we talked and she told me she had never kissed anyone so we kissed, it was a long sweet kiss and she hung on to it.

Samantha was a true lesbian, her instincts and feelings were lesbian and we were soon holding hands on campus and going out together. I was uncertain, I liked Samantha and being with her, I liked kissing with her and if a hand went up and down, and somehow got lost in your pants, well that felt good to. Samantha ate me first, and I ate her after that. We agreed we had to do something with all that bush and we trimmed and shaved each other. Pussy lips are amazing, especially when they get thick and engorged and open up for you. I loved her pussy, but I would have never said that before college.

We dated all through college, lived together for two years, became insatiable lovers. You can't sit on the bed and her bend over at the waist and smile at you through her legs without wanting to take her and eat her alive. We stayed away from some girl clubs, we never were comfortable with the butch and dyke set. At church we were two girls from the college, and if anyone paid attention we sat with my hand in hers in her lap.

My grandmother asked me what I learned in college that I felt was the greatest influence in my life. I didn't have the hear to tell her Samantha and every thing that went with it. In fact Samantha never told her parents or siblings that we were girlfriends with benefits and spent the cold winter nights cuddled close and in each other's arms. So when the time came to leave college and to let my grandparents now, including my mother, that I was taking a girlfriend with me, they listened carefully and my mother asked, just what do you mean by girlfriend? Her parents were just as stunned, although we didn't understand how any of our parents hadn't researched what was going in colleges, especially colleges where the only guy was an old man who mopped the floors in the library.

It happened to me at work, a guy kept hitting on me and would make himself available whenever we went to lunch somewhere, and somehow always ended up sitting beside me. I fought of his hands, and his attempt to kiss me. I told him that the only lips I wanted to kiss belonged to my girlfriend, both the lips on her face and the lips between her legs. But he wasn't put off by it, and he trapped me in the server room and took me over the high speed printer. It was a surreal experience, having a man humping me from behind with his penis in me. I screamed enough that he did pull out and finish on my backside. He gave me his shirt to wipe off my butt.

Samantha listened quietly, she held my hand and asked me the question I didn't want to answer. Did I like it? Yes, I did like, in the most perverted way imaginable. It would be another two months before I let him close enough to have sex with me again, this time facing him, I wanted to see his eyes while he humped me, and watch his face when he came inside me. And just like that I had a boyfriend at work, and my girlfriend at home. I told Samantha that he would never fuck me in our bed. So he fucked me other places. And I couldn't get enough. This affair with him lasted eight months, from the first time in the server to the last time at his apartment when I told him it had to end, and I was putting an end to it.

We live in a small house we bought with a g*ft from my grandparents, we are two girls who happen to hold hands when we walk together, hold hands in church, and if asked we don't deny that we live together, like a couple of wives without a man in the middle. I miss sex with a man, I really do. I tried it and liked it. I'm one of those girls whose clitoris is deep inside her and it only comes out to play when I'm really aroused. But if I'm reading some paragraph about a man taking down a woman, and her blood running hot and her pussy sweating for him, my clitoris comes out and I can't help but rub on it to quiet it down.