It Took A While Before My Arousal Happened

some thoughts about me growing up. I was always a bit different, rebellious, didn't listen. I horse played with my brother and hung around the boys in school. In spite of my behavior I never had a boyfriend, friends yes, boyfriend no. I graduated high school and went onto college. Same old thing, boy friends yes, boyfriend no. I just never had an interest.

Well as you can imagine, I met Laura in one of my classes. She wanted a study buddy and we met at her apartment. She gave me a titty flash and asked me it I was a boobie girl. One thing led to another and we were on top of each other. I was fighting to subdue her, she was in full sexual arousal. I gave in to her arousal and the next thing I know I'm eating pussy.

I wasn't even surprised at it. I ate her out, I guess meaning that she had an orgasm. I needed one too and she squeezed one out on me with her thumb and index finger. I literally had never had anything in my vagina other than my finger and a tampon. I had never been to a girl's doctor. The idea of a man poking around there never interested me.

Once the proverbial Pandora's box was open, I couldn't get enough of spending time with Laura. It was everything, from boobie loving to outright pussy love. Both ways, the more aroused the more adventuresome. We did things that later we knew were inappropriate. You don't stick your tongue in a dirty asshole.

But, live and learn. And during that early explorer period I went where no woman had gone before on her and she went where no man would ever go. I even blurted out that I loved her. But we graduated and she went back to her hometown and I went my way. Long days and weekends, phone calls and texts and pining for her, I left my hometown to find her. Chasing her is what she said, what were my intentions.

We settled down where she lives, being that odd friend of hers. Its curious to me that is when I started behaving normal, wearing girl clothes 'to look normal. We had church with her family, and my job was with the hospital in receiving. I had to at least look professional. She went the other way, not so femme looking, but still lipstick lesbian. Odd or not her family accepted me, and didn't make excuses when people asked if we slept together. I like that, 'slept' when they meant had sex together.

Her Mom asked her if she really liked 'that'', and she said she did and that was the end of it. So for a while now, we've been that couple at Church and that woman living with her. Hey it's OK. Even small towns have their lesbians.