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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 30
Pushed Out Into The World
Truthfully I was sexually immature. I was a high achiever type in school, a low achiever type in the social world. Mommy's girl. I got a job at an office, my mom pushed me out. I suffered and a woman recognized my social anxieties and paired me up with Angela. Angela came of uncertain origin, primarily Hispanic, her grandfather white European. Her grandmother Aztec. Her father was a flash in the pan, her mother claimed he was white. But unlike me, she was really poor compared to me. I was drawn to her with a desire to hold her and protect her.
Angela was very sexually aware, she had grown up in a world where sex started in junior high. Even the ugly fat girls had sex. The only ones who didn't were out and out lesbian types. Sex between girls isn't sex, sex is male female, preferably a real man, not with boys. A real different world and I listened and crossed my legs from the feelings I got from her stories of sex with mother's and older sister's boyfriends. But holding her face in my hand she confessed that what she talked about happened to other girls, she didn't know why boys made her sick at the stomach. And two girls from the other sides of the world found themselves kissing.
At first sex was imitating boy girl sex, which pretty much meant she played the boy sex role. But without penetration, it was frustrating. I screamed inside for penetration, she screamed inside because for her there was no way, she was totally frustrated. At least for me it was easy to resolve, for her impossible. We HAD to revert to lesbian sex like we saw on porno sites.
That woman at work who put us together saw us both for what we were. An experienced lesbian dom she shoved us into our first lesbian relationship. We learned by doing. I have an ever present picture in my mind of the first time she stood naked above me. Broad shoulders, high pecs, flat stomach, and a pronounced vulva, long square jaw. Whatever parentage she had, she got all the testosterone. She made me tremble in anticipation. For the record, I have never traded sides, and remain a 'virgin'.
Angela was very sexually aware, she had grown up in a world where sex started in junior high. Even the ugly fat girls had sex. The only ones who didn't were out and out lesbian types. Sex between girls isn't sex, sex is male female, preferably a real man, not with boys. A real different world and I listened and crossed my legs from the feelings I got from her stories of sex with mother's and older sister's boyfriends. But holding her face in my hand she confessed that what she talked about happened to other girls, she didn't know why boys made her sick at the stomach. And two girls from the other sides of the world found themselves kissing.
At first sex was imitating boy girl sex, which pretty much meant she played the boy sex role. But without penetration, it was frustrating. I screamed inside for penetration, she screamed inside because for her there was no way, she was totally frustrated. At least for me it was easy to resolve, for her impossible. We HAD to revert to lesbian sex like we saw on porno sites.
That woman at work who put us together saw us both for what we were. An experienced lesbian dom she shoved us into our first lesbian relationship. We learned by doing. I have an ever present picture in my mind of the first time she stood naked above me. Broad shoulders, high pecs, flat stomach, and a pronounced vulva, long square jaw. Whatever parentage she had, she got all the testosterone. She made me tremble in anticipation. For the record, I have never traded sides, and remain a 'virgin'.
