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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 67
I Grew Up At A Time That Lesbians Weren't Out
I grew up in a classic middle class household, father worked, mother took care of the house and kids. There were four of us, two male and two female. Although one of the females, I was the bossy one.
I was eleven at a party of a class friend and they had a pool and it was a swimming party. All of us got ready in her bedroom, which meant that we all got naked to put on our bathing suits. Eleven is an age where some girls have nice chests already, and some girls have pubes. I had pubes, but my chest was solid but not ready for a bra yet. I remember that party because it is the first time in my conscious memory of really looking at other girls and becoming self aware of my sex parts. Those butts, I remember the butts in particular. And how their bathing suits when wet were so tight around their butts, and how some of them got their bathing suit in their butt crack. The awful wedgie.
I never again looked at girls the same way. Some girls at school weren't careful, particularly around other girls and I could see all the way to heaven, their panties, and pubes, and wedgies. One girl called me out in public, I was horrified and embarrassed. But my desire to look at a girl didn't go away, and as we went into junior high and athletics and showers, all the girls had pubes by then and all the girls had tits. What I saw was what I thought about at night rubbing myself. Not yet fixated on one girl specifically, I was fixated on girls. I never thought of a boy like that.
I dealt with the boy issues by saying that I just hadn't met any boy that I liked. It was left like that. We were sixteen already and my friend Theresa was over and we were watching television. I was on the floor with a cushion and she went into the kitchen to serve herself and came back and stood right beside me. She had a skirt and I could see right up to her butt and crotch, her pubes poking out under her panties. When she shifted her weight I saw her pussy, her actual pussy as she put her finger up under her skirt and pulled her panties out of her crack. I'm being specific, because that is what I saw, and it changed me forever. I fell in love with Theresa.
Whether I forced her or it was something that happened, we each have a version of it. But she was on the floor and I had her ankles in my hands, and her legs were open. Her panties were tight around her pussy, and I finally managed to get her to lay still with her legs open. I put my hands on her knees and I went down on her. After the first minute or so I looked up at her and she was staring hard at me. I pulled her panties off, off of her ankles, and her fully naked pussy was in front of me. I ate her. We knew about that, we talked about it, about that and the day we would suck a guy's dick. But never about eating out your best friend. I ate her until she became self aware about it and pushed me away from her. We never talked about it.
Later, in college she told me I ruined her. Against her better judgement she let me eat her from time to time, always the same though. How could I put my mouth on her. I came often when I ate her, keeping my hand under me and rubbing myself. Once in a great while she came, and threatened me never to do that again. But we were roommates and I got in the shower with her and she let me bathe her. Against her will I made her wash my tits and held her hand hard against me, between my legs. She couldn't then say she had never touched pussy. I kissed her in the shower too, and declared her to be my girlfriend. In those days that wasn't common or spoken of.
We left for work after college and looked for an apartment. The rumor mill was that the part of town for gays was the place to go. A guy at work, several years older, put his foot down and told us that was a terrible place and it was full of addicts and undesirables. He put us in the same apartment complex he lived in. He fucked Theresa and got her pregnant. He married her. This daughter is now 41 with two kids of her own. "Our" grandkids. Theresa and I never split up, not even when she was married for those two years. She is still shy and she doesn't like me looking at her naked. But I like it, and against her will she lets me.
I was eleven at a party of a class friend and they had a pool and it was a swimming party. All of us got ready in her bedroom, which meant that we all got naked to put on our bathing suits. Eleven is an age where some girls have nice chests already, and some girls have pubes. I had pubes, but my chest was solid but not ready for a bra yet. I remember that party because it is the first time in my conscious memory of really looking at other girls and becoming self aware of my sex parts. Those butts, I remember the butts in particular. And how their bathing suits when wet were so tight around their butts, and how some of them got their bathing suit in their butt crack. The awful wedgie.
I never again looked at girls the same way. Some girls at school weren't careful, particularly around other girls and I could see all the way to heaven, their panties, and pubes, and wedgies. One girl called me out in public, I was horrified and embarrassed. But my desire to look at a girl didn't go away, and as we went into junior high and athletics and showers, all the girls had pubes by then and all the girls had tits. What I saw was what I thought about at night rubbing myself. Not yet fixated on one girl specifically, I was fixated on girls. I never thought of a boy like that.
I dealt with the boy issues by saying that I just hadn't met any boy that I liked. It was left like that. We were sixteen already and my friend Theresa was over and we were watching television. I was on the floor with a cushion and she went into the kitchen to serve herself and came back and stood right beside me. She had a skirt and I could see right up to her butt and crotch, her pubes poking out under her panties. When she shifted her weight I saw her pussy, her actual pussy as she put her finger up under her skirt and pulled her panties out of her crack. I'm being specific, because that is what I saw, and it changed me forever. I fell in love with Theresa.
Whether I forced her or it was something that happened, we each have a version of it. But she was on the floor and I had her ankles in my hands, and her legs were open. Her panties were tight around her pussy, and I finally managed to get her to lay still with her legs open. I put my hands on her knees and I went down on her. After the first minute or so I looked up at her and she was staring hard at me. I pulled her panties off, off of her ankles, and her fully naked pussy was in front of me. I ate her. We knew about that, we talked about it, about that and the day we would suck a guy's dick. But never about eating out your best friend. I ate her until she became self aware about it and pushed me away from her. We never talked about it.
Later, in college she told me I ruined her. Against her better judgement she let me eat her from time to time, always the same though. How could I put my mouth on her. I came often when I ate her, keeping my hand under me and rubbing myself. Once in a great while she came, and threatened me never to do that again. But we were roommates and I got in the shower with her and she let me bathe her. Against her will I made her wash my tits and held her hand hard against me, between my legs. She couldn't then say she had never touched pussy. I kissed her in the shower too, and declared her to be my girlfriend. In those days that wasn't common or spoken of.
We left for work after college and looked for an apartment. The rumor mill was that the part of town for gays was the place to go. A guy at work, several years older, put his foot down and told us that was a terrible place and it was full of addicts and undesirables. He put us in the same apartment complex he lived in. He fucked Theresa and got her pregnant. He married her. This daughter is now 41 with two kids of her own. "Our" grandkids. Theresa and I never split up, not even when she was married for those two years. She is still shy and she doesn't like me looking at her naked. But I like it, and against her will she lets me.
