Small Town Lesbian Goes Wild In College

I went to a large state school and lived in the dorm. My roommate was from the big city, one of five siblings, used to sharing. I was from a small town, an only child, spoiled and used to my privacy. She was a party girl, I was a reader. The dorm had hall bathrooms, with five stalls and five showers. You walked down the hall in your bathrobe and basket with your shampoo, soap and toothbrush. It made me uncomfortable.

From the very first day she offered to be my wingman, she stood guard when I was in the bathroom, and kept anyone from pulling back the curtain when I showered. She showed me, rather did, all the laundry. We folded together, and ironed everything. We ate together, went everywhere together, she introduced me to movies I had never seen, pretty raunchy love scenes, and her computer. Mostly she shocked me with what she showed me, yes people do that, yes there are lesbian women, and yes there are gay men, see these men fucking.

In the room there was no cover, she liked being topless and liked pulling my top off. She shaved me, my first time, and she had me shave her. My first time, so close to another girls genitals. She jumped on me to kiss me, and liked to snuggle. She said it was the only safe sex on campus, having sex together. Although it was all new to me I welcomed her kisses, and welcomed when she felt me up and went down on me. See, she told me, you're a lesbian and didn't know it.

We lesbianed together, moving off campus. The school had everything, including a lesbian club. We went to see what it was but didn't like it. But we met other lesbians and lesbians hang together. The parties were all lesbians, some single, others looking. Every color, creed, and figure. I was happy my lesbian was so pretty.

Then at a party we were invited to by a classmate we went out of obligation. It was mixed, mostly all men and women, lots of alcohol and smoking, a girl was held down with a guy fucking her. Another girl was on her knees sucking a guy off. Another girl flashing her tits on the coffee table. We sat on the couch watching, it was soon all naked people, any hole was ok, any dick was ok, just lay back and enjoy it. A guy came over and asked me to join him, I politely declined, and he went and found another girl. Someone told the group we were lesbians, and some of the guys asked for a demonstration.

We were stripped naked, our pussies exposed to the room, someone said fuck them, a girl held me down by the shoulders, another one sucked on my tit while a guy got over me, in a flash he was having sex with me, in a minute he was off and another one followed. My lesbian didn't fare better. By the time the orgy was over, we had had more than one guy fuck us, we both went home with semen up our crotch and we didn't know whose our how much.

It wasn't the orgy, or the fact that they fucked us, what it was was that we didn't use protection, we never needed to, we were totally exposed to pregnancy. We counted the days, one by one by one, until miracles of miracles neither one of us was pregnant. From then on we kept our panties on tight, and stayed away from guy girl orgies. If we were going to have an orgy, it would be by invitation, lesbians only.

But having tasted the dick, I wanted more dick. I confessed that to one of my lesbian friends in class and she said she could arrange it. She set me up with a graduating senior, she stayed to supervise so he didn't go crazy. She heated me up, rubbing her hand on my genitals, until she tested me to see if I was wet enough, then she let him get on me. After a while, maybe not that long, she told him to get on with it or get off of me. She told me I wasn't ready to go solo, so she would pick and choose for me and always be with me. She supervised every dick encounter, and being a good lesbian she took over afterwards. I had completely walked away from my roommate.

I needed sex, I needed it bad sometimes. Mostly it was just needing it, because it didn't always work out, guys weren't into fucking lesbians under supervision. The last one that signed on, walked away before fucking me. Well nothing lost, so we settled into a lesbian love session.

I'm ok now, I've outgrown that behavior. I live a quiet lesbian life and keep my pants on except for my lover. I'm not proud, but not embarrassed. That's what college is, a place where you experiment, and try out new things, even if it's not good for you. My lesbian does not like me talking about it, she's a good lesbian, never wanted a dick, never had one.