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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 24
The Baby Lesbian
Excuse me if I get a little descriptive. I was in the journalism program in college and that summer I got an internship at a small paper in Austin. I got a room with a woman who was getting a divorce and we were cordial, she was helpful in helping me get around. I didn't have a car, I don't drive, so I depended on public transportation.
One Friday night, she had a terrible day at work, she asked me if I was open for Mexican. We went to this place that wasn't within my known circle. We sat in a booth, towards the back of the restaurant. These two women sat in a booth across from us. The one that was facing me, moved to the edge of the seat and opened her legs pulling up her skirt, she wasn't wearing anything. It was gross in ways I can't really describe here. It looked like she had a thousand flies there.
My landlady turned to see what I was staring at, and she slapped me in the face and told me look into her eyes. She wasn't even quiet when she told me to stop staring. The woman in the booth laughed and came over to tell me that she could tell I was baby lesbian, all I needed was a good woman. Looking at my landlady she told me that's not what she was talking about, to dump the broad and come with her.
The outing was ruined, we went back to the house and sat in the living room. She wanted to talk about it. "That was some gross pussy". She went onto explain that there was a subculture of lesbians that went all natural, including not wearing anything and exposing themselves. Think of it as shock culture. She asked me if I took care of my pussy, because one day I might find myself in that situation, with a pretty girl looking down at me and scare her off because my pussy looked that way. She helped pull off my jeans and my underwear and told me that I needed to work on 'that', and took me to the bathroom where she stood me on a towel and trimmed away and shave me, until I had a nice smooth look. With that she held me by the hips and kissed my new look.
"You know why I'm getting divorced?" Because the asshole went gay on me. She went on to say that if he had cheated on her with another woman she probably could have put up with it, but not him sucking dick. She had her limits. Still without any pants on we were on her bed and she was touching me, letting her finger gently outline my slit from top to bottom. "If I was a guy I would definitely fuck you". But seeing as she was a woman she wasn't sure what to do.
She decided to take her pants off and ask me to shave her. We went back into the bathroom on the same towel and I went to work with the scissors and then the razor. We stood in the mirror admiring out new look, before going into her bedroom and tossing our tops off. We didn't start by kissing, that came later, we started by touching gently, Nipples and our freshly shaved pussies. We kissed and put our tongues in, and lay back to enjoy it, soon we were kissing and slipping and sliding all wet and sweaty. It was my first time ever making love or anything like it, it was her first time with a girl. We both went to sleep after having orgasms.
The next day she told me she had called her husband and let him know she had tried gay sex, and she forgave him. But if he came back, he had to swear off gay sex, and she would do the same. Tried it, liked it, but it wasn't going to work long term. He decided that he was all in with gay sex, so the marriage was dissolved. For that internship I learned all about sex, I learned to get over the feeling of embarrassment if she spread my legs and poked my butt hole. I learned to kiss the right way, and she agreed to let me come back to live with her when I got my degree at the end of the summer.
We never did run into that woman with flies in her crotch, we frequent other venues. The age difference has me holding her hand and being attentive. I have a job in nonprofit and she continues to work in Finance.
One Friday night, she had a terrible day at work, she asked me if I was open for Mexican. We went to this place that wasn't within my known circle. We sat in a booth, towards the back of the restaurant. These two women sat in a booth across from us. The one that was facing me, moved to the edge of the seat and opened her legs pulling up her skirt, she wasn't wearing anything. It was gross in ways I can't really describe here. It looked like she had a thousand flies there.
My landlady turned to see what I was staring at, and she slapped me in the face and told me look into her eyes. She wasn't even quiet when she told me to stop staring. The woman in the booth laughed and came over to tell me that she could tell I was baby lesbian, all I needed was a good woman. Looking at my landlady she told me that's not what she was talking about, to dump the broad and come with her.
The outing was ruined, we went back to the house and sat in the living room. She wanted to talk about it. "That was some gross pussy". She went onto explain that there was a subculture of lesbians that went all natural, including not wearing anything and exposing themselves. Think of it as shock culture. She asked me if I took care of my pussy, because one day I might find myself in that situation, with a pretty girl looking down at me and scare her off because my pussy looked that way. She helped pull off my jeans and my underwear and told me that I needed to work on 'that', and took me to the bathroom where she stood me on a towel and trimmed away and shave me, until I had a nice smooth look. With that she held me by the hips and kissed my new look.
"You know why I'm getting divorced?" Because the asshole went gay on me. She went on to say that if he had cheated on her with another woman she probably could have put up with it, but not him sucking dick. She had her limits. Still without any pants on we were on her bed and she was touching me, letting her finger gently outline my slit from top to bottom. "If I was a guy I would definitely fuck you". But seeing as she was a woman she wasn't sure what to do.
She decided to take her pants off and ask me to shave her. We went back into the bathroom on the same towel and I went to work with the scissors and then the razor. We stood in the mirror admiring out new look, before going into her bedroom and tossing our tops off. We didn't start by kissing, that came later, we started by touching gently, Nipples and our freshly shaved pussies. We kissed and put our tongues in, and lay back to enjoy it, soon we were kissing and slipping and sliding all wet and sweaty. It was my first time ever making love or anything like it, it was her first time with a girl. We both went to sleep after having orgasms.
The next day she told me she had called her husband and let him know she had tried gay sex, and she forgave him. But if he came back, he had to swear off gay sex, and she would do the same. Tried it, liked it, but it wasn't going to work long term. He decided that he was all in with gay sex, so the marriage was dissolved. For that internship I learned all about sex, I learned to get over the feeling of embarrassment if she spread my legs and poked my butt hole. I learned to kiss the right way, and she agreed to let me come back to live with her when I got my degree at the end of the summer.
We never did run into that woman with flies in her crotch, we frequent other venues. The age difference has me holding her hand and being attentive. I have a job in nonprofit and she continues to work in Finance.
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