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Lesbian Stories
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Bi-Sexual Female / 28
Not Withstanding, If Mr. Right Comes By I'm Still Looking
I made all the wrong decisions when it came to dating, and I was college junior and never had a boyfriend. I lived in an off campus apartment with three other girls. It was a tight fit, one bathroom, one bedroom had two single beds and one bedroom had a double. Me and Alicia had the double and we slept in a spoon, or in a scrambled pretzel. Neither one of us had ever dated and we practiced kissing and snuggling.
All privacy ha been set aside a long time ago, we dressed and undressed, showered together. I don't deny we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were what our roommates called 'love bunnies'. In spite of that, we were hopelessly looking to meet that guy who would come into our lives, sweep us off our feet and set us up in a house and a family.
One night we went to eat pizza. The booths were tight and difficult to slide in and out of. It was a warm spring evening and I wore a skirt. The waitress stopped by and gave me a note "I can see your panties, purple stripes, unshaved bush". I looked around, and pulled my skirt down, but the idea of being observed somehow got my imagination.
I started wearing that skirt around campus, I knew when I sat down or bent over, I flashed my panties. I started to shave my bikini line, and wore cotton white panties. If I caught someone looking, I let my legs open wider. This was my thing, my behavior, my roommates and my bedmate knew nothing about it.
After college we moved to the big city, got jobs in industry. I rode the bus, and flashed the passengers, and not always wore panties. A girl came over and sat beside me, "nice bushy pussy, do you have somebody to kiss it?" I had to admit I already slept with a girl, but we weren't really into kissing pussy.
Several months later I went with some coworkers to a new club that opened, when we sat down the seats were lower, and cushions a lot softer, and not on purpose I flashed this guy standing watching us. He came over with a twenty dollar bill and offered to buy my panties. I refused and he offered me a fifty, but he pulled my panties off. I took the fifty and he pulled my panties down, very slowly. Once off he smelled them and offered to kiss my pussy. That night I gave up my virginity to a pervert.
In summary, given the opportunity I love flashing, I sleep snuggled with my girlfriend, we are both eating pussy and we don't mind being called 'love bunnies' or lesbians. We don't want perverts, and hold out for that diamond in the rough to whisk us off to matrimony jail.
All privacy ha been set aside a long time ago, we dressed and undressed, showered together. I don't deny we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were what our roommates called 'love bunnies'. In spite of that, we were hopelessly looking to meet that guy who would come into our lives, sweep us off our feet and set us up in a house and a family.
One night we went to eat pizza. The booths were tight and difficult to slide in and out of. It was a warm spring evening and I wore a skirt. The waitress stopped by and gave me a note "I can see your panties, purple stripes, unshaved bush". I looked around, and pulled my skirt down, but the idea of being observed somehow got my imagination.
I started wearing that skirt around campus, I knew when I sat down or bent over, I flashed my panties. I started to shave my bikini line, and wore cotton white panties. If I caught someone looking, I let my legs open wider. This was my thing, my behavior, my roommates and my bedmate knew nothing about it.
After college we moved to the big city, got jobs in industry. I rode the bus, and flashed the passengers, and not always wore panties. A girl came over and sat beside me, "nice bushy pussy, do you have somebody to kiss it?" I had to admit I already slept with a girl, but we weren't really into kissing pussy.
Several months later I went with some coworkers to a new club that opened, when we sat down the seats were lower, and cushions a lot softer, and not on purpose I flashed this guy standing watching us. He came over with a twenty dollar bill and offered to buy my panties. I refused and he offered me a fifty, but he pulled my panties off. I took the fifty and he pulled my panties down, very slowly. Once off he smelled them and offered to kiss my pussy. That night I gave up my virginity to a pervert.
In summary, given the opportunity I love flashing, I sleep snuggled with my girlfriend, we are both eating pussy and we don't mind being called 'love bunnies' or lesbians. We don't want perverts, and hold out for that diamond in the rough to whisk us off to matrimony jail.
