Bi-Sexual Female / 36
Always, Always, Loving What I Was Born To Love
I suffered from sexual anxiety. Always uncomfortable with the topic, didn't see it, read it, talk about it. When it was time for college I chose a 'safe' place, a small college , a super high school as my father called it, where I studied Art Appreciation.
In my junior year I went on a trip to Europe organized by the school, 'The Capitals', Rome, Paris, Amsterdam, London. Three weeks. My roommate for the trip, a senior, as Beverly from upstate New York. Beverly had a mouth on her, talked incessantly about this girl, how she had 'broken up' with her and 'just walked out on her'.
Beverly did not like the 'bush' on me, and insisted on 'taming the wild', with scissors and a razor, until I was picture perfect and she landed a kiss, with tongue, on my freshly shaved intimate parts. It shocked me, I stumbled out of the bathroom, she caught me, held me down on the bed, pushing down, while opening my legs from the knees, and licking me from back to front, and front to back.
Beverly perverted me on that trip. By the time we landed at La Guardia we hadn't just made out, we had slept naked, licked clit, fingered, and played tit for tat. In three short weeks I had done what I never thought about, and came home promising to move in with her.
It lasted until she graduated, by then I had done what needed to get done, and moved on. Beverly and me were too much alike. I had discovered, among other things, I was naturally born lesbian, and a dyke at that.
I had sex with a guy, not invited, but 'used' for the purpose intended. Friends with benefits didn't quite cover it, I never 'gave in' willingly, I just gave in, 'get it over with'. After college we gravitated to each other, got married out of habit, had two kids.
But like Beverly, who is still my BFF, I can't help scoping out the girls. It's in my blood, and making out, some tit for tat, a kiss down there with tongue, makes for a morning workout with that girl from the gym.
In my junior year I went on a trip to Europe organized by the school, 'The Capitals', Rome, Paris, Amsterdam, London. Three weeks. My roommate for the trip, a senior, as Beverly from upstate New York. Beverly had a mouth on her, talked incessantly about this girl, how she had 'broken up' with her and 'just walked out on her'.
Beverly did not like the 'bush' on me, and insisted on 'taming the wild', with scissors and a razor, until I was picture perfect and she landed a kiss, with tongue, on my freshly shaved intimate parts. It shocked me, I stumbled out of the bathroom, she caught me, held me down on the bed, pushing down, while opening my legs from the knees, and licking me from back to front, and front to back.
Beverly perverted me on that trip. By the time we landed at La Guardia we hadn't just made out, we had slept naked, licked clit, fingered, and played tit for tat. In three short weeks I had done what I never thought about, and came home promising to move in with her.
It lasted until she graduated, by then I had done what needed to get done, and moved on. Beverly and me were too much alike. I had discovered, among other things, I was naturally born lesbian, and a dyke at that.
I had sex with a guy, not invited, but 'used' for the purpose intended. Friends with benefits didn't quite cover it, I never 'gave in' willingly, I just gave in, 'get it over with'. After college we gravitated to each other, got married out of habit, had two kids.
But like Beverly, who is still my BFF, I can't help scoping out the girls. It's in my blood, and making out, some tit for tat, a kiss down there with tongue, makes for a morning workout with that girl from the gym.
