My First True Girlfriend

During the Thanksgiving break of my freshman year in college I went to a friend's home in Colorado. It was cold, but not miserably so. Her older brother decided that we should go trail trekking as the weather didn't forecast snow or ice. We left by 4X4 and went up the mountain to this spot where the trekkers leave their cars.

He had brought some equipment, food and water in case we got stuck overnight. The trek was four hours up, four hours down. More than I thought I could handle. He gave his sister and me rucksacks with water and food and dry socks and dry underwear. Don't ask me where he got the underwear. We set out around 8:30.

Around 1 we had reached the overlook that he wanted me to see. It was a grand view of the valley below. But he pointed to the clouds rolling in. He said it was going to be a storm so we should head back down. The storm caught us, we were unprepared for it. It was very cold and wet and sleet. It was hard to see and walk. And the boots that I had one looked good but that was about it. My feet were ice cold and my muscles hurt. He found an outcropping that protected against the wind and said we should stop and take a 30 minute rest, eat some energy bars and rehydrate.

I had to pee. Bad. I had been holding it in for the last hour and once we stopped the urge was greater than I could hold in. He told me that I had to pee where he could see me, I could turn my back to him but go no further than three feet from the outcropping. I had to lower my pants and let him see my naked butt. Peeing was a relief, it hurt and I went and went, and then emptying my bladder in smaller and smaller squirts. His sister laughed at me and told me to hurry up and get it over with. When I stood to pull my pants up I turned and faced them, giving them a full view.

It was silly really, but he stood up and whipped it out and swung it around, although because of the cold it was pretty small. His sister lowered her pants and showed off her fuzzy crotch. After we had our pants back up his sister and I cuddled because of the cold and she held her hand on my breast. She whispered that she didn't want me to have a cold tit. That's when I kissed her, her lips were cold and wet from the rain, but I kissed her pretty good. I let her keep her hand on my breast, and held her to me.

The bottom section was slippery and dangerous so it went really slow. We got back to the car after dark and got in out of the rain. Back indoors we decided to take a hot shower and she and I got in together. We kissed and she held her hands on both of my breasts and I held her bottom in my hands. While we kissed we pressed our crotches together as best we could. It was a full on makeout session. We probably wanted it before, but after our experience we were going to have it right then and there.

We dressed quietly and went downstairs to some hot stew and relaxed by the fire. Her bother wanted to know what was going on between us. She told him we were friends, and friends sometimes have feelings for each other. I told him if he had ever heard of lesbians, we were lesbians and we had met at college. That night we slept together, all cuddled up under the covers. Hands got around and kisses happened and by morning we had explored and touched and kissed everything.

Her brother had ideas when I first arrived and it turned out his sister was the one getting the attention and exchanging bodily fluids. Their parents arrived Wed evening and we had Thanksgiving around the table with desert by the fire. While they were there we behaved, stealing a kiss now and then. We went back to college and we let loose and went overboard on the lesbian thing. The short weeks before Christmas break was hot and heavy, she came home with me for a few days before going to Colorado to spend Christmas with her family.

Her brother eventually accepted that neither one of us cared for guys, in the intimate sense.