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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 47
I Got Lucky, Found My Bestie And All Is Well That Ends Well
A lot is written about close encounters of the good kind, but by hot chicks, horny and gay. I don't fit into any of that category any more. I'm 47, big bosomed, wide ass, Marine. I served my 25 years, got my college degree along the way and remained single. Granted in the Marine Corp you see lots of real fit men, and a few fit women. In my tender years I was fit, fit enough for any woman. Back in those early days of course there was a lot of risk in coming out, and you kept your thoughts to yourself and you only fucked with another equally discreet woman.
Over the years it became obvious that the Navy and the Army had a lot more lesbians than the Marine Corp, not percentage wise, but in numbers. I wore my Marine Corp uniform on leave and went hunting for Navy girls. I just couldn't get into the Army women, I liked a Navy girl who had been out at sea for six months and wanted a good romp in the hay. I always succeeded, women in need have the look, and we identified each other with ease. There were so many in 25 years, some baby girls who were going for it the first time, and some hard assed women who wanted to top, and I had to show them that Marines don't ever back down, my pussy I'd tell them, and that's how it went down.
So here I am, 47, standing in line at Subway for lunch. I have a broad ass, believe me, I was in shorts, and I had on an untucked Tshirt and my voluminous breasts swung around without support. I was horny, and I was out on the hunt. I saw a couple of girls sitting at a small table and licked my lips and they turned around. When they left they called me a dyke and walked out. After a while another young woman walked in, in scrubs. She was about thirty, not wearing a ring, pretty enough. I offered her a seat with me, and we made small talk, I thought maybe she was a nurse, but she worked for the Vet Clinic a couple of doors down. Never went to college type, grew up on a dirt street. She liked dogs, I told her I was into petting pussy cats. It went over her head.
I had to push, she answered but didn't follow up. Finally I told myself go for all the marbles, what did I have to lose. I told her I was a lesbian, recently discharged from the Marine Corp, new in town looking for a job. She told me up front, no hesitation, that she was a lesbian and that there was a community desk where lesbians could go if they needed help. I told her I didn't need help, I needed a lesbian. She looked at me, and saying 'not my type, not into dykes' she walked off back to work.
I watched her go into the Vet clinic and I followed her in and told her that my pussy needed attention. She said she was a dog girl, didn't really like cats. I tried, I really tried, and she stood her ground and told me about this bar where I could pick up a chick, but she wasn't into dykes.
On Friday night, I got better dressed, and put on support, so my boobs wouldn't swing around and went down to the bar that she told me about. It was a small place, with a maybe a dozen girls. Most were my age, but a couple of young ones were there too. The bartender, a woman named Marg, told me that the younger girls came in around eleven, if I wanted to wait around. I was used to pussy hanging around, but Navy girls wanting to get lucky were hot to get picked up, these girls ignored me. Around 12 midnight the woman from the Vet Clinic walked in with a friend and they sat together holding hands.
I asked her if she remembered me and she said she did, but I was knocking on the wrong door. See, she said, holding up the other girl's hand, I'm engaged to get married and we don't need anyone getting between us. And almost without hesitation she told me to look for someone over by the pool table. That's where the other dykes hung out.
The woman I went home with was as the younger set called us, a dyke. Tall, muscular, completely shaved and waxed. She worked as a PT at a gym, frequented by lesbians. She wasn't one for waiting, she was hungry for pussy so we got down to business. She got a face full of my hairy snatch and I got her nicely shaved and waxed pussy in return. The best I had was a freshly shaved Latina named Carmen in San Diego. After dinner, we both ate until we were full, we sat around, while she gazed at my breasts and I gazed at her nipples, hard nipples with barbell piercings. There in that town, I found my bestie, a gym rat, a PT, and one time body builder. A dyke as the younger girls called her.
Over the years it became obvious that the Navy and the Army had a lot more lesbians than the Marine Corp, not percentage wise, but in numbers. I wore my Marine Corp uniform on leave and went hunting for Navy girls. I just couldn't get into the Army women, I liked a Navy girl who had been out at sea for six months and wanted a good romp in the hay. I always succeeded, women in need have the look, and we identified each other with ease. There were so many in 25 years, some baby girls who were going for it the first time, and some hard assed women who wanted to top, and I had to show them that Marines don't ever back down, my pussy I'd tell them, and that's how it went down.
So here I am, 47, standing in line at Subway for lunch. I have a broad ass, believe me, I was in shorts, and I had on an untucked Tshirt and my voluminous breasts swung around without support. I was horny, and I was out on the hunt. I saw a couple of girls sitting at a small table and licked my lips and they turned around. When they left they called me a dyke and walked out. After a while another young woman walked in, in scrubs. She was about thirty, not wearing a ring, pretty enough. I offered her a seat with me, and we made small talk, I thought maybe she was a nurse, but she worked for the Vet Clinic a couple of doors down. Never went to college type, grew up on a dirt street. She liked dogs, I told her I was into petting pussy cats. It went over her head.
I had to push, she answered but didn't follow up. Finally I told myself go for all the marbles, what did I have to lose. I told her I was a lesbian, recently discharged from the Marine Corp, new in town looking for a job. She told me up front, no hesitation, that she was a lesbian and that there was a community desk where lesbians could go if they needed help. I told her I didn't need help, I needed a lesbian. She looked at me, and saying 'not my type, not into dykes' she walked off back to work.
I watched her go into the Vet clinic and I followed her in and told her that my pussy needed attention. She said she was a dog girl, didn't really like cats. I tried, I really tried, and she stood her ground and told me about this bar where I could pick up a chick, but she wasn't into dykes.
On Friday night, I got better dressed, and put on support, so my boobs wouldn't swing around and went down to the bar that she told me about. It was a small place, with a maybe a dozen girls. Most were my age, but a couple of young ones were there too. The bartender, a woman named Marg, told me that the younger girls came in around eleven, if I wanted to wait around. I was used to pussy hanging around, but Navy girls wanting to get lucky were hot to get picked up, these girls ignored me. Around 12 midnight the woman from the Vet Clinic walked in with a friend and they sat together holding hands.
I asked her if she remembered me and she said she did, but I was knocking on the wrong door. See, she said, holding up the other girl's hand, I'm engaged to get married and we don't need anyone getting between us. And almost without hesitation she told me to look for someone over by the pool table. That's where the other dykes hung out.
The woman I went home with was as the younger set called us, a dyke. Tall, muscular, completely shaved and waxed. She worked as a PT at a gym, frequented by lesbians. She wasn't one for waiting, she was hungry for pussy so we got down to business. She got a face full of my hairy snatch and I got her nicely shaved and waxed pussy in return. The best I had was a freshly shaved Latina named Carmen in San Diego. After dinner, we both ate until we were full, we sat around, while she gazed at my breasts and I gazed at her nipples, hard nipples with barbell piercings. There in that town, I found my bestie, a gym rat, a PT, and one time body builder. A dyke as the younger girls called her.
