Something I just have to have....
I've always known I loved women, from a very young age. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful breasts were. How soft curves rolled and swayed to make the body pleasing to the eye. I never questioned it. I didn't even know what it was. All I knew was that I loved it. Honestly, I think it started when I found one of my father's porno mags in the house. I opened and kept looking at the pictures. The women were so beautiful. How could I not love them?
My first girl-crush was my best friend. We were in third grade together, and I loved her. We would sit next to each other and hold hands on the bus. We did our first innocent kisses and touches at that age. It didn't last long as I moved away. I made a couple of new friends at my new school, but none could compare to her. She was one of a kind and speical. We met up again in 5th grade. We were still great friends, but not the same as before. Something had happened in the two years we were apart. I had to move again, and I knew NO ONE in my new school. I couldn't bear to make friends and leave them again.
And sure enough, before 7th grade, I moved. But this time I moved back to her and our friends. We started having sleep overs, and the love I had for her returned. Nothing like it used to be, but I still loved her like no other. I actually started to take notice of the other girls at school. I thought some of them were beautiful, not nowhere near her.
In high school, I came into contact with other girls like me. We could talk about our desires and not feel different. They were great girls, and when I asked out my first girl, they were supportive. A beautiful red-head who was so sweet and adorable. She was the second girl I kissed. Nothing ever felt so right now me. We weren't together for very long, as she was more attracted to guys at that point.
In college, I met a someone who took my breath away. She was a dear friend of mine, and I acted on my feelings for her. What started out as a massage soon became petting and carressing. I remember the way her soft skin felt under my hands. The little noises she made when I found a particularly sensitive spot. She flipped from her stomach to her back and I loved her tits. I took one in each hand and squeezed them gently. I kissed them and licked them. Her little moans and sighs turned me on so much.
My hands moved down her body and I started playing with her pussy through her panties. The sounds she made then...were so shy and quiet. I gave her, what she claimed, her first orgasm. She was so breathtaking. I was ready to give her everything she wanted. But she didn't want it. As a VERY Christian girl, what we did went against what she was raised with. She started claiming that I was harrassing her and turned all of our friends against me. Needless to say, I left college after that.
That was my last physical sexual act with another woman.
My first girl-crush was my best friend. We were in third grade together, and I loved her. We would sit next to each other and hold hands on the bus. We did our first innocent kisses and touches at that age. It didn't last long as I moved away. I made a couple of new friends at my new school, but none could compare to her. She was one of a kind and speical. We met up again in 5th grade. We were still great friends, but not the same as before. Something had happened in the two years we were apart. I had to move again, and I knew NO ONE in my new school. I couldn't bear to make friends and leave them again.
And sure enough, before 7th grade, I moved. But this time I moved back to her and our friends. We started having sleep overs, and the love I had for her returned. Nothing like it used to be, but I still loved her like no other. I actually started to take notice of the other girls at school. I thought some of them were beautiful, not nowhere near her.
In high school, I came into contact with other girls like me. We could talk about our desires and not feel different. They were great girls, and when I asked out my first girl, they were supportive. A beautiful red-head who was so sweet and adorable. She was the second girl I kissed. Nothing ever felt so right now me. We weren't together for very long, as she was more attracted to guys at that point.
In college, I met a someone who took my breath away. She was a dear friend of mine, and I acted on my feelings for her. What started out as a massage soon became petting and carressing. I remember the way her soft skin felt under my hands. The little noises she made when I found a particularly sensitive spot. She flipped from her stomach to her back and I loved her tits. I took one in each hand and squeezed them gently. I kissed them and licked them. Her little moans and sighs turned me on so much.
My hands moved down her body and I started playing with her pussy through her panties. The sounds she made then...were so shy and quiet. I gave her, what she claimed, her first orgasm. She was so breathtaking. I was ready to give her everything she wanted. But she didn't want it. As a VERY Christian girl, what we did went against what she was raised with. She started claiming that I was harrassing her and turned all of our friends against me. Needless to say, I left college after that.
That was my last physical sexual act with another woman.