Lesbian Female / 41
Those Early Years Of Wanton Sex Together Cemented Us To Each Other
Since this is a sex confession forum, I will confess to my college days. To begin with I was a flirt but flinched when touched. A tease. Why I had such a response was was a mystery. I definitely liked guys, having gun with them. But not when they got pushy, interested or started touching me. Today, I should have guessed, but I didn't. I had just not met the right guy, the chemistry wasn't there.
In my first semester junior year I had a group project, one guy, two girls. We were assigned to work together. The guy immediately took over, assigned us parts, and ran us ragged with his demands. We complained to each other, but not to him. We got our parts done. We were putting our report together, assigned to be the typist of the finished report. I was typing when he stood behind me and started to rub my shoulder. I shoved him off. Our other female partner pushed him aside, rubbed my shoulders, dropped her hands down my chest, cupped me and kissed my cheek. And with that she declared "this girl needs a different kind of love".
We broke from the report, she kissed me on the mouth. In a flash I was on my back on KY bed and she was pushing my sweater off. Every time I tried to speak, she kissed my mouth. Half naked she felt me up, kissed and sucked my nipples while feeling me up down below. That afternoon she took my pants off and ate me, leaving me naked on my bed. "Your turn", and he got on top of me and completed the act. After he got off she told him to leave me alone.
For the rest of my college experience I was shared by them. He never had an opportunity with her, she set her boundaries early on. Mostly I slept with her, but from time to time I woke up beside him. Our report that semester got us a A, and is still in the stored papers of the professor.
Being a bedmate girlfriend of another girl was a taboo subject. For that matter that also applied to gay men. After college I followed her, not him. We went to another college for our Master's degrees. Conveniently we arrived as roommates there. This school was much more open, a huge female majority. Where a pretty girlfriend was better than being alone. We were another couple, no one made much of it and neither did we.
A couple of years after graduation, and on the job, we again fell under the influence of a man. He pressed his advantage until we gave in to him. Setting boundaries was useless, he broke them time and time again. He didn't agree with the premise that she was out of reach to him. By the time we settled into a life together we had made peace with our circumstance. As before, the man's word was law, and we settled into our roles. And that's the way it was, back when we were young.
In my first semester junior year I had a group project, one guy, two girls. We were assigned to work together. The guy immediately took over, assigned us parts, and ran us ragged with his demands. We complained to each other, but not to him. We got our parts done. We were putting our report together, assigned to be the typist of the finished report. I was typing when he stood behind me and started to rub my shoulder. I shoved him off. Our other female partner pushed him aside, rubbed my shoulders, dropped her hands down my chest, cupped me and kissed my cheek. And with that she declared "this girl needs a different kind of love".
We broke from the report, she kissed me on the mouth. In a flash I was on my back on KY bed and she was pushing my sweater off. Every time I tried to speak, she kissed my mouth. Half naked she felt me up, kissed and sucked my nipples while feeling me up down below. That afternoon she took my pants off and ate me, leaving me naked on my bed. "Your turn", and he got on top of me and completed the act. After he got off she told him to leave me alone.
For the rest of my college experience I was shared by them. He never had an opportunity with her, she set her boundaries early on. Mostly I slept with her, but from time to time I woke up beside him. Our report that semester got us a A, and is still in the stored papers of the professor.
Being a bedmate girlfriend of another girl was a taboo subject. For that matter that also applied to gay men. After college I followed her, not him. We went to another college for our Master's degrees. Conveniently we arrived as roommates there. This school was much more open, a huge female majority. Where a pretty girlfriend was better than being alone. We were another couple, no one made much of it and neither did we.
A couple of years after graduation, and on the job, we again fell under the influence of a man. He pressed his advantage until we gave in to him. Setting boundaries was useless, he broke them time and time again. He didn't agree with the premise that she was out of reach to him. By the time we settled into a life together we had made peace with our circumstance. As before, the man's word was law, and we settled into our roles. And that's the way it was, back when we were young.
