It Took All Of College Before We Found Out We Were Sexually Attracted

My name is Wendy, named after the Peter Pan character. I grew up just about as normal as can be expected. I went to college and lived with another girl the four years I was there, we are best friends, and promised to be each other's Maids of Honor. But no Prince Charming has come around, so we are Maids in waiting.

We live in the Southwest, where there are miles and miles between cities. We drive large cars and we routinely drive long distances. So when we decided to make a car trip to Florida it wasn't a bother, take turns driving. We got as far as El Paso and checked into a motel by the road, the cheaper the better. The place was icky to girls, we thought to ourselves how many truckdrivers had slept in that bed. How many hookers.

We went to eat at an Olive Garden and then back to the motel. It was boring, but we were tired, we tried watching TV but that was a dud. I don't know why, because I really don't. She was standing in front of the TV, her top illuminated by the TV light, her breasts hanging unsupported by a bra. I got behind her and cupped her breasts in my hands. It wasn't enough to cup her breasts, it was necessary to feel her up. Four years of college together, and in that cheap motel in El Paso we went all the way. Maybe Prince Charming wasn't coming.

We haven't slept in separate beds since that night. She waits for me to make love to her, to take the initiative. She waits to have her top ripped off, her legs spread open. She wants to be made love to. To be brought to an orgasm.

She's sweet to me, always has been. We live in an apartment now that has an extra room if we need it. We buy panties on the internet that we would never be caught alive in. We watch clips of women doing things to each other, although we prefer to watch women being penetrated by a man to get our libidos going. We went to a couple of known places where we live, where the rumor is that 'girls' hang out. I can't say that I ever see myself as one of those women. I could never be that forward and behave like that.

No, we are just ourselves, we love to wear dresses and make up. I love her most when she is a Princess in heels and I love to get on my knees and pull her panties off. We groom ourselves now that we are spending a good amount of time 'rooting' around in that nasty stuff.

If by chance you catch us at the airport, or at Olive Garden in El Paso, your best guess is that we are sisters.