My first lesbian experience was with my very first girlfriend. She felt so soft and fragile but I couldn't take my arms or lips away from her, she was driving me wild. To be honest with you, I don't know what I was doing with myself at this point. Did she start with the woman before she found out he was depressed, resulting in his depression? She knew my late mother and having come back to live next door to me has made several comments about how like my mother I am now I am all grown up. I knew Kelly was a heavy sleeper. I felt a tingle over my entire body.
After a while, I just began to think of her as asexual in a way. As life moves on i soon began meeting girls through school and online. I knew exactly what she was doing, so I played along. Although all kinds of fantasies about Kelly began to run through my mind, I'm a very realistic and rational thinking person, and I knew that it would never be anything more than that. Unlike most of the stories on this site, what I'm about to describe is not a fantasy. Its been breaking my heart over and over again, and I still havent been able to get over it. To my surprise, her legs spread apart just a little more.
It was always so easy to read men but women are totally different. Another time, I and a younger woman really hit it off but I could not date her or sleep with her because she was still just under 18 and I was 21 and her mom was very homophobic. She reached her ankles, completely bent over in front of me, I could see her wet spot between her legs and she was even wetter then before. It was at this point that I realized that the crotch of her pajamas was warm and wet with her juices. Anyway back to the topic, after I was dumped I met this gorgeous young girl a year older them me with the most striking green eyes I still to this day have ever seen.
We no longer work together but for the same company. I dream of the gentle touch of a woman. She liked me for about a year or so and then I finally gave in and asked her out on a date. I felt her tongue and I allowed it access. On the Saturday, i went to a cafe as arranged and we had something to eat. My partner wanted to experience the delights of a woman touching, undressing and loving her and had my full approval.
My breasts were always a bit larger than hers, but I had quite a bit more padding in my rear end too. When she came out of the bathroom, I went in and got ready. We walked, shopped and talked about girls. Besides my own, it was the first pussy I ever smelled. I just couldn't keep my mind off of her.
Today Maggs and me live together and Babsy goes to the beach with us on Sunday. Kirra had long blonde hair, a nice set of tits that were nearly hanging off her bikini top and she had nice long smooth legs. I struggled to make any sense as my emotions ran wild. I told her I had never done this before. She actually had the whole floor to herself. I had had big crushes on women throughout my marriage but never acted nor fully accepted that I wanted a woman. Not, like, fire engine red or anything, but a natural, vibrant, healthy looking red.
It was a Queen size, so there was room for both of us. I rolled over gently, so that I was facing her back. I was pressed against her back, with my arm over her, my hand resting lightly against her stomach. Both of my arms were under the covers. She took me to a hollywood undead show, that night i made out with her for two straight hours. I didnt know if i really liked girls or if just liked the idea of liking girls, if that makes sense.
She had when she was between marriages 20 years ago. Maybe she was dreaming that some guy was feeling her. Since I wasn't prepared to spend the night, I didn't have my toothbrush with me, so I'm pretty sure I just used some of her mouthwash to rinse out. We met at the beginning of our freshman year in High School, and we soon became inseparable. Kelly and I did practically everything together. Her telling me she was trimming her nails became code for '', or at least, 'I like fucking you. She was still snoring, so I went ahead and put an arm around her, still under the covers.
I was physically attracted to them but never thought about with them. And neither one is always pink and cutesy. We had the occasional fight, but it never usually lasted more than a day or two. I slid it back and forth for at least a minute or two before I noticed that her breathing began to change. It wasn't that she didn't have the opportunity. I have had a lot of fan-love for actresses, but there have been so few represented as attracted to the same sex, and having been rejected by straight girls, I don't find crushing on them all that much fun. After a few more minutes of lying there stiff as a board, I decided to go for it.
Letting her know that I desire no other but her. About 12:30 am she knocks on the connecting door, I open it and she and I are standing there nude as newborns, the rest is a blur as we caressed and fell onto my bed, 5 hrs later we untangled and showered together to get to work, only time that happened sad My first experience was after 28 years of marriage and two children. My best friend Kelly was sleeping next to me, and I had my hand practically right on her pussy. He did this every once in awhile. From then i hung out with her. Ray Hudson, that is a silly comment. I am not gay, but I keep having thoughts about Betty and I find myself imaging her doing more than just hugging me and giving me the odd kiss.