Lesbian Female / 33
Something I Do Not Understand, A Brute Got To Me, Took Off My Pants
I became more and more lesbian after puberty. By the time I was a high school senior I was recognized at school and home that I was in it for the girls. I went to college and studied International Studies, and then law school.
No one ever said anything about my choice in girls. I suppose I came across butch, but I always dressed as a woman, earrings and all. I was more butch in that I was more interested with being around guys, than in the kitchen with an apron on. It was at a party, a small group of friends from my girlfriend's school. A football game was on, she was in the kitchen with the wife fixing something to have with the beers. One of those old houses where the kitchen was separated from the rest of the house. One of the guys, a friend of the husband slapped me on the thigh, 'get me a beer'.
I felt like cutting him down, he had no idea I could handle a gun, or a brute like him. But I got up, kissed my girlfriend in the kitchen, got a beer and took it out to him. The rest of the game the brute kept grabbing my thigh, sending me back and forth for a beer. My girlfriend saw it, complained, tell him to quit. But it was a game I wanted to play.
I went into the master bedroom to use the bathroom. When I opened the door he was there. He grabbed me, kissed me, felt me up. My mind was no longer in charge, I fell back on the bed, my pants around one foot, he had me dead to rights. I let my mind slip back to high school and thought about that boy who had gotten in my pants. I came back as he let himself go, I counted, three strong thrusts, and a small wimpy one. He was done.
My girlfriend froze me out. It was a long time before she let me touch her again. Why? I could not answer her, I can't answer her now. It's not a horror story, neither was the boy in high school.
No one ever said anything about my choice in girls. I suppose I came across butch, but I always dressed as a woman, earrings and all. I was more butch in that I was more interested with being around guys, than in the kitchen with an apron on. It was at a party, a small group of friends from my girlfriend's school. A football game was on, she was in the kitchen with the wife fixing something to have with the beers. One of those old houses where the kitchen was separated from the rest of the house. One of the guys, a friend of the husband slapped me on the thigh, 'get me a beer'.
I felt like cutting him down, he had no idea I could handle a gun, or a brute like him. But I got up, kissed my girlfriend in the kitchen, got a beer and took it out to him. The rest of the game the brute kept grabbing my thigh, sending me back and forth for a beer. My girlfriend saw it, complained, tell him to quit. But it was a game I wanted to play.
I went into the master bedroom to use the bathroom. When I opened the door he was there. He grabbed me, kissed me, felt me up. My mind was no longer in charge, I fell back on the bed, my pants around one foot, he had me dead to rights. I let my mind slip back to high school and thought about that boy who had gotten in my pants. I came back as he let himself go, I counted, three strong thrusts, and a small wimpy one. He was done.
My girlfriend froze me out. It was a long time before she let me touch her again. Why? I could not answer her, I can't answer her now. It's not a horror story, neither was the boy in high school.
