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Out Of The Closet
Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Where you forced out by an unfortunate circumstance? Did you come out on your own terms. What and how did you finally come out? To who?
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 49

    When I was in college we had a neighbor who had a business selling homeopathic medicines. He kept to himself, but he did have visitors. I was home for a long weekend and I saw this young guy get out of a car and go in the house without knocking. From the upstairs bedroom you could see into their backyard and the back of their living room if their lights were on. I walked by the window and I saw the young man in his tidy whities and in that short moment the man walkup behind him embrace and start kissing his neck.

    I watched the man reach in his underwear and start to play with his cock, turn him around and kiss his mouth while his hands were inside his underwear grabbing his butt. They kissed for a long time, the man kissing on his neck and his face, his lips, until he got down and pulled his underwear down and sucked on his cock. With his underwear off, the man kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants and stepped out of them and the young man started to suck his cock, jacking him hard, and then sucking him and then turn and put his hands on the edge of this cabinet and the man got behind him and fucked him, a slow motion silent movie.

    My pants were wet, I had made myself cum. I spent that night reliving the moment, the kissing, the cock sucking and then the fucking in the living room. The man was gay and I had witnessed it. Over the weekend I saw the young man come and go, from time to time I saw him or the man walk across the living room, but I didn't witness any other act.

    I went back to college and relived the scene as I masturbated two or three times a day. I started to masturbate in the window, but I knew no one could see inside because of the tint and it was the third floor. When I went back for winter break I didn't see the young man again but I ran into the owner of the house. He told me he was having a Christmas party and we were invited, to ask my parents if they wanted to come. My parents declined but I had to see inside the house, there were about forty people there, all ages, men and women, after meeting a few they were all clients of his, trading stories of how his products helped them.

    I wandered around, found a room with workout equipment, another room that had an office in it, and the master bedroom which was no different than any other one I had seen before. I found the cabinet the young man had leaned against, I looked up and could clearly see the window of our house, if the lights were on you could see inside. I got chills, what if they had seen me watching them? But nothing happened, the party went on for about two hours, lots of food and drink and people broke off and went home. When I left the man said I was welcome anytime, he liked talking to college students, to come over if I got bored.

    From our window upstairs I didn't see anything again, and one day between Christmas and New Years I walked over and knocked on the door. He answered and let me in and asked what he could do for me and I reminded him that he said I could come over anytime. This time he showed me around the house including the master bedroom, in the master bath were these prints of naked Greek wrestlers, but when you got close it was men having sex with men. I stared, trying to get a better view and he watched me patiently and eventually commented that in Greece in those days it was customary for a boy to be given to a man to train, wrestling was naked and some of the boys must have enjoyed it very much, he showed me very faint the little erect penises.

    In his room he suggested I sit on his bed and he went and got a sofa table book, large black and white prints of Greek and Roman drawings and statues, he ran his finger over the statues to show me that at that time naked boys were not considered obscene, and quite frankly between a naked boy and a naked girl, boys were a lot more interesting. He had some more if I wanted to see, some other books, drawings in pencil of naked men in sport poses, pictures of naked men and boys from a long time ago, pencil drawings of naked men posing for a class, and then detailed pencil drawings of penises, him telling me they were magnificent. There just couldn't be anything more magnificent than a man in his prime with an erection, he laughed and said he had some products that helped keep an erection going and going, but at my age I probably didn't need it.

    When he pushed me back on the bed and put his hand on my face and kissed me he told me to lay still and just let him undress me and when we were naked we would be able to look at a lot more pictures of beautiful naked men, beautiful erections and dream of them, but first we had to get naked. I saw his cock, the same cock he had used to fuck the young man but it looked bigger now, he oiled it down and got it into a complete erection and asked me if I liked it, he took the warm oils and massaged me into an erection, with our hands on our erections we kissed again.

    He had more books, these had erotic gay sex pictures, drawings, and photographs, men performing oral sex, men fucking, young men with wistful looks on their faces with a body builder behind them, and all the time using the oils to keep us erect, he told me the oils were flavored, and he sucked my cock and asked me to suck his. It was a caramel like, strawberry like flavor and I remembered the young man sucking him and what happened next. But by then I was lost, the naked men in the books, the pictures of erect penises, being kissed, his hand on my cock, his mouth on my cock, my mouth on his cock, when he came back with more oils and used them to wash my bum side, he sued two fingers back and forth and then put his mouth on my bum and licked hard against me, he then told me to lay back and be a good boy and he got between my legs holding my legs up by the ankles and I felt his arrow pierce me sending a sharp shock through me. He leaned forward on me, my legs wide apart and he fucked me in and out, over and over again, he held my face with his hands, bent over and kissed me, and went back to fucking me. It seemed like a long time before he finished, he said that it was good protein and I would absorb it so not to worry.

    We lay naked for a while, he asked me if I wanted to watch a video and he put on a video of an old man running a young guy down and capturing him in a horse barn and fucking him, the boy screaming and the old man telling him to shut up. While I watched he sucked my cock, he told me that these oils helped to keep me hard longer and he beat me with his hand and sucked me with his mouth until I finally was able to cum. I stayed all afternoon, we watched several other videos, videos of young men being caught by the police or the enemy in war and they all made me hot. It was late, after dark when I finally got dressed and he kissed me for a long minute before letting me go back home.

    It was a long explanation of having spent so much time next door, I told my mother that he had been educating me on all his products and then I went up to my room to just lie on my bed. I could feel his cock in me still whenever I squeezed my asshole shut, it felt good, I still had the oils on my bum and my cock. I took some on my finger to taste what the oils were, fruity but a bit bitter, I left the taste in my mouth.

    From time to time when I was at college I got a book in the mail, or a pamphlet or a comic book. Not at all to leave out for others to find, erections, boys stuck to a horse or a bull, girls tied to a wagon wheel, men with whips and naked boys, old men kissing school boys, mostly art, but some black and white prints of hard erections. I have kept my gifts all these years, I visited my neighbor and learned all about special creams and oils, how to please a man, how to let myself be pleased by a man. Most of his product was sexually oriented, oils, creams, books, pamphlets, mail order toys, panties, whips and boots and training manuals, and his clients could not get enough. No wonder he lived well and he was always generous with me, never charging me a cent, everything he gave me for free.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 28

    I fell into this lesbian relationship and it has gone on now for over 5 years. I was heartbroken from being dumped by my then boyfriend and she was my roommate at the time and she held me. Just held me, sitting side by side with her arms around my shoulders. She tried to let go but I stopped her and asked her to keep holding me. I decided right then that it was better to be in her arms that some jerk's arms. I got in bed with her and told her to make love to me and wipe the memories of that jerk away.

    She was a lesbian and I knew it, way back from when we first met in college she came out to me, to tell me that she had feelings for me but I she would understand if I wasn't into her. Well, I lied to myself and told her I was a more into getting lucky with a dick than sleeping with her. But not anymore, once I went her way I stayed her way and I have not been with a dick since I got dumped by that jerk. She has even turned me on to ogling pretty girls we see on the street.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 25

    The truth about Stephanie. I first got a crush on her in the sixth grade, she sat beside me in class. She was primped up all the time, her dress was always starched and her hair was combed through and through. She had a real nice tone to her skin and she looked at me with crazy eyes. I didn't know it at the time, but I was wet around her all the time.

    I was good in athletics and played soccer and soft ball. The coach liked me and I was always having to do some extra work for her at the gym. She knew I liked Stephanie and she told me that girls like that were always looking for the man who could support them and she wasn't going to be any different.

    I was hooked and I made Stephanie let me sit beside her at lunch and I monopolized her whenever I could. My coach would tell me to leave her alone but I couldn't. One weekend in the seventh grade Stephanie invited me to go with her family on an overnight weekend trip to see her grandparents. My parents were not so sure but they caved but my coach was all over me for accepting. That day at school I got held by the coach and she told me that Stephanie wasn't one of us.

    At her grandmother's house I slept with Stephanie in one of the rooms. I watched her as she got undressed, taking off each piece and folding it before taking off the next piece until she was only her panties and she pulled on a nightgown. It was my turn and I did what she had done but I couldn't fold so she undid each piece I had folded and she folded it right while I stood in nothing but my panties. I took the top of my pijamas and put it on and got in bed with her without my pijama bottoms on.

    Her legs were real warm, and she asked me I wanted to pray with her, so we got out of bed and kneeled and prayed together and then got back in bed. She laid on her back and I was on my side looking at her. She looked at me and told me to tell her a love story, half way through that made up story I couldn't help it and I put my arms around her and just pulled to me as hard as I could, she maneuvered until she was comfortable and let me hold her like that for a long time until she said I needed to finish the story.

    When we woke up I was on my back and she was laying on me with her leg across my waist. Her eyes opened and she laid there not moving and I put my arm up around her and held her on me and she told me she liked the love story I had told her. We stayed in our waking up positions until we just couldn't hold it any more and got up to go pee.

    Stephanie never did date anyone else. We didn't call it dating, we called it hanging out together. My coach was the angry one, and when Stephanie and I moved on to become upper classman I got away from my coach. I never did really like her and if she had tried to make out with me I don't know what I would have done, probably gone crying to Stephanie.

    Stephanie is the boss lady in my life, even from back then when we were first sitting beside each other. We are an odd couple, she is still perfect in her dress and her hair and she pretty much decides what I should wear and how I should cut my hair. I don't really care, whatever makes her happy. I gave into her a long time ago. Stephanie never did look for some man to support her, that coach was wrong about that.

    I remember our first open kiss in high school It was Saturday afternoon when she came walking up the driveway at my house and told me to hurry up we were late and she didn't really want to have to tell me to get ready every time. She was driving her new Mustang that she had gotten for her sixteenth birthday. When I was sitting and buckled up, before she put the car in reverse she said that we weren't going anywhere until she got a kiss. She wanted a new kiss to break in her new car. It was mid afternoon on Saturday in the middle of our driveway and we kissed for a long time, then she put it in reverse and we went to meet our friends.

    The truth about Stephanie is that she was as much in love with me as I was in love with her, from that very first class when we sat beside each other.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 31

    I was fourteen and a church kid. All my outside activities were at church. Across the street from us a family from California moved in and they had a fourteen year old daughter and I was given the responsibility of being her friend. She and I were different from the start. For one she talked about boys, like about kissing boys and going to third base. When she asked me if I had been to third base and I told her no, I had never been to first base. But in spite of that we became friends, we rode the school bus together and sat together and had lunch together. She went with me to church a couple of times but she didn't like it and I went with her and her family to a couple of sport events but I didn't like it. What we had in common was that we went to school together.

    I was at her house and we were alone. We shouldn't have been there unsupervised, but we were. In the kitchen she got this mixing spoon with a round plastic handle and asked me if I had ever played with one. She had to explain how you played with that type of spoon. We went up to her room, she took off her pants and sat on the bed with her legs open and started to insert the spoon. At first nothing happened but she got wet and soon she was using the spoon to masturbate, she asked me to help and she laid back on the bed and grabbed her tits. I wasn't doing it right so she kept telling me to go faster and push it in further until she had an orgasm.

    Now it was my turn, she helped me pull my pants off and I got on the bed on my back and she opened my legs and found my vagina with the spoon and started to fuck me with it. She told me to open my shirt and she bent over and sucked my nipples while she fucked me, she used her other hand to rub my clit and she got me to have an orgasm. After I had my orgasm and I was laying on the bed she got on me and hugged me really hard and kissed my cheek. That was the start of my perversion.

    I shouldn't like a naked woman but I do. I shouldn't like being fucked with a dildo but I do. I shouldn't like having a woman suck my nipples but I do. I shouldn't like fingering a woman but I do. I shouldn't like being naked in bed with a woman but I do. I was a senior in college before I had a guy screw me. I liked that, but I like being with a woman more. I have been screwed by three men, one in college and two afterwards. I like it well enough. But if I am sitting just thinking about sex I don't think of them, I think of this blond woman with nice breasts who wants me to suck them and who likes to go down on me and I like to go down on her. I never think about having sex with a man. She is to me a perfect woman. She is not too tall and not too short, she is not too heavy and not too thin, she is not picture beautiful but she is personally beautiful, she doesn't like men and I don't really like men, and she likes me and I like her. She is my perversion.

    I am a Church Lady now, I teach Sunday School to seventh and eighth graders, I work on the Mission team, I am a Biology teacher in high school and I am quite perverted when it comes to sex and so is my lover, we do things that make me blush. But on the not so perverted moments, I like having her between my legs kissing me and humping against me. There is no penetration of course, but we know just how to rub together and we have sex that way. This comes from experience, we fit together just right.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 54

    So this goes back to those college days. It was my junior year and my brother was going to school up east and at the beginning of the summer break I decided that I would drive up to spend a week or two with him. I left Dallas early in the morning driving east on I-30, get to I-40 and head east until I got to I-85 . I had a several years old car in good condition, a little bit of money for gas and food, my idea was to drive straight thru. When I got to Nashville I was past being tired and I pulled into this gas station to fill up and across the street was a Denny's.

    I gassed up and went to the Denny's and there was a guy sitting on the curb with a sign that said he was heading to Roanoke. I talked to him, he was going home after being discharged from the Army. He was clean cut, I told him I was going to get a bite to eat and I would give him a lift if he drove so I could sleep and we would split the gas. I asked him to come in with me and get a bite or a cup of coffee so we could get to know each other. We sat in a booth for about an hour and got to along really well.

    Back in the car he took the steering wheel and we headed east again, crossing Tennessee, it was late, really late and he said that he needed to keep on talking because he had been awake all day and the driving was getting to him. We stopped in Knoxville and got a room in a motel along the highway.

    I won't bore you with all the little details, he was there and he did something to me, seeing him in his shorts, still skin and bones from the army, his dick clearly marked against his shorts and me sitting on one of the beds. I said what the hell to myself, worse thing is he would get pissed and leave but this was my chance if ever I had a chance, a total stranger and I asked him if I could suck his dick.

    He asked me if I was some sort of queer and I told him I wasn't queer I just wanted to suck his dick, to see what it was like. Well he was queer and he put his dick in my mouth and held my head while I sucked him. He stopped me and took his shorts off and got on his bed and invited me to get over there with him and take of my clothes and we were naked and I was sucking his dick while he ran his hands up and down my side and my legs and around my ass and under my stomach to grab my dick. He pushed me over and got down and sucked my dick for a while and started to give me a hand job and asked me to give him a hand job while he started to kiss my neck and chest and face until he landed one right on my mouth. He got me on my back and told me he hoped I liked it, he went to his bag and got a jar of KY and brought it over and got between my legs and using the KY to lube me up he took his time until he managed to get his dick in me up to his balls and fuck away until he lost his load.

    I had never really been around a queer guy before, and him wanting me to sleep with him and kissing me was all very strange after we had sex, I wasn't used to it but he insisted so we sept together in the bed. In the morning he insisted on showering together and giving each other head, he asked me if I wanted another go around because he did, this time since we were showered he sucked me first and licked up my asshole before lubing me up again and getting on and fucking me again. It just seemed that the second time his dick went in a whole lot easier and the feeling of getting fucked was a lot more intense. After he came he laid down on top of me and he told me to grab his ass really tight and while he held me hard with his arms around my neck.

    We drove to Roanoke and we spent the night there at a motel before dropping him off at his sister's house. The second night was a repeat of the first night except a whole lot better, really enjoying the closeness, the hugging and kissing, the dick play, the sucking and then finishing with a fucking again. I went on to my brother's and spent a couple of weeks with him. I had thought that I would stop in Roanoke on the way back but decided that I had already played with the devil and didn't stop.

    Maybe my luck would have been different if I hadn't stumbled by luck on a totally gay army guy, maybe I would have gotten beaten up, maybe I would never have found out just how much I liked fucking with a guy, maybe I would have spent a long time without ever having experienced what was obviously my gay side. Maybe I was gay anyway and I would have met some guy along the way, but my way was better, a young hot hard mother fucker who just hit the jack pot and had a young gay wanabe who needed to get fucked for the first time. Who knows, but I am glad that it worked out for me. It broke the ice, I wasn't window shopping anymore and the next time I found myself with a guy I showed him I wasn't some inexperienced college kid wanting to suck his dick.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 18

    I'm not really 18 but don't worry, there isn't anything sexually explicit here. I'm actually 16 years old and in high school and I'm a sophomore. Last night I came out to my parents. They are very religious and devout so I half expected them to blow up and kick me out and disown me and call me all sorts of horrible names. So I was very very nervous but I just could not keep it a secret any more. I have a boyfriend and I want to marry him and I want to be able to have him over.

    So I sat my parents down and told them I have an announcement. My dad could see I was nervous so he asked "are you a Democrat?" I said no. He said "Whew! O.K. well that's the worst it could be." Then he said, "did you get a girl pregnant?" I said no and he said "O.K. then that's the next worse thing." Then he asked if I broke any laws or are on drugs and I said "no." and then he said he couldn't think of anything that would upset him and my mom besides those things and then he said "you don't worship Satan do you?" I said "no." and then I just blurted out "I'm gay!"

    Both my parents smiled and said they already knew and were actually afraid I'd come out as a Democrat which they just would not accept. They even joked about a intervention clinic they knew about that deprogrammed Democrats that was similar to rahab.

    The next thing my parents want to know is if I've got a boy friend. When I tell them yes they want to know why I didn't ever invite him over and that they want to meet him.

    Last night was about the most surreal and bizarre night of my life. I completely expected them to become furious and in fact I already packed all my bags expecting to be kicked out.

    My Mom is already planning the wedding and my dad, naive as he is, wants to know if I'm going to be wearing a wedding dress and if I want him to give me away. Well I suppose since my boyfriend is 27 and a top and I am quite effeminate I would take the feminine role but I'm not really a cross dresser and am still explaining all that to my parents.

    I was prepared to never be hugged by my parents again and last night they double hugged me and didn't let go for nearly an hour. I had to break it up just to go pee. then we broke the news to my big sister who laughed and said she'd known for years and even had discussed it with my mother and finally we broke it to my little brother whose 12 and he says "so what? who cares" and went back to his video game.

    I guess I'm lucky. I hope this is what they mean by the new south.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 34

    A close encounter of the forbidden kind. New to town with a new job out of college I went to the Wells Fargo branch to open an account. The cashier behind the counter asked a thousand questions which I attributed to a sort of background check without sounding pushy. I told him where I was staying and he suggested that there were much better places and gave me the name of the complex he was living in. As the months went by and I did my banking I always tried to bank with him and we always had a nice conversation. When my six month lease ran out I went and checked out his apartment complex and rented a one bedroom overlooking one of the pools. I had a job, a little money, a nice place, a not so nice car, but I was doing OK for myself.

    My friend the cashier, I will call him Joe, showed me around the area, a couple of bars, restaurants, shopping. One evening he was over at my place before we were going to go out and he just casually dropped that he was gay. I suppose that I knew that but I had not really focused on that. I sort of said something like so what after which he turned to me and said he wanted to have a relationship with me, to go with me.

    Silence took over, he apologized and told me he thought maybe he had misread the singles but he thought that maybe I liked him. I answered telling him that yes I liked him, he was my only friend in town. He asked me straight out if I was gay and I had to answer no. That ended my relationship with him, we didn't go out together again.

    Two years later I am out with a guy from work and he suggested we got to this bar that he knew about. We went in, it was obviously a gay bar, he stood me against a wall and went over to the bar to get us a beer. We stood there drinking our beer in silence until he stepped in front of me and said he wanted to dance. I let him walk me onto the dance floor and started to dance with him, he got into it and he was a good dancer but I just couldn't do it. A slow dance came on and he put his arm around my neck and pulled me up to him and he told me to ease up because we were going to have sex that night. The kiss felt like it lasted forever.

    After going from one gay bar to another we went back to his apartment and he pushed me to take my clothes off and get on the bed. Everything that happened from that moment on was him, I hardly responded, when he wanted sex he put me in the position he wanted me to be in and he a couple of minutes later he was having sex with me. We spent the night, spent part of the day the next day together, we had lunch at this obviously gay pizza parlor, he introduced me to some of his gay friends.

    Several months into my new life I decided to see if I could find Joe from Wells Fargo. A cashier from the branch where I used to live told me where he was working so one day I went over there. He recognized me and in the short half a minute I had with him I told him he was right, he had not misread the signals. Seeing Joe was hard, whatever there was has gone away but remembering hasn't. Deep down I haven't let go of him, not even after these ten years.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 48

    I have been a welder in the construction trades for over 30 years. Since I was a youngster in Montana I always wanted to be around construction sites. My father was a university professor and he was totally against the idea and did everything within his power to keep me away from it.

    It took me a good while to understand what attracted me to being around construction sites. It wasn't really the equipment, all though that does turn me on. It was the men. Even as a youngster I liked the men. We lived near the campus that my father taught and there was a whole lot of construction going on in and around campus at the time. I would spend my afternoons out there watching from the sidelines.

    One man, who knows how old he was that drove a bull dozer would say hi to me and one day he asked me if I wanted to get up on the bull dozer and try it out. He climbed up first and pulled me up and I sat between his legs on the seat, he held me tight with his legs and hugged me to him with his arms. His hand fell between my legs to pull me up to him and he held me like that, he asked me if I liked that and I told him I did and he told me he liked it too. While he held me he kissed my cheek and told me he thought I was a good looking young man.

    When we were back on the ground he shook my hand and told me that anytime I wanted to get back on the dozer to let him know, but that I didn't need to tell anyone that we were friends. That was that. During those weeks that part of the construction phase went on he was my friend and he let me hang around and he showed me how to pee into the dirt. He told me not to be embarrassed about my dick, to whip it out and feel the breeze and we peed together out behind the construction shack. He sucked my dick a couple of times and let me touch his dick once. When his job was done and he told me had to leave because he was going to work on another site I felt hurt.

    As I grew older I hung around construction sites, buildings, roads, whatever and one day this foreman asked me if I wanted a job, I could be gopher. I got my first job, technically I was fifteen but we said I was sixteen and I worked as a gopher after school.

    I was seventeen, by then I had worked several jobs for the foreman as they went from building to building on campus. At this one job I met a guy who was in his early twenties and he got me to drink beer with him and he sucked my dick. I sucked his dick. He fucked me. It was that easy. The word got back to the foreman that he had fucked me and the foreman told me that I had to leave, he didn't want any trouble.

    I got a couple of jobs at other construction sites working my way up bit by bit. From time to time I met up with a guy who wanted his dick sucked. One of those guys was a welder and it was with him that I had sex in a bed in a motel room. He had a lot of experience and it was my first experience with all out sex. I liked it and went back with him to the motel several times. He was the first to call me a faggot, he liked getting blown and he liked to fuck. I found out with him that I was a bottom. He gave me the advise about getting a licensed trade and I went to welding school and became a welder myself.

    I enjoy the company of men. I mean being around lots of men. Over time I have had several lasting relationships and many more one night stands. I don't look the part when I am at a bar, but I am definitely the bottom guy. I do not like to top. I have not been disappointed with my trade, my father went to his grave never understanding why I didn't go to college. I never let on to him that I liked men, I always told him the reason I didn't get married was because I never met a woman who liked me enough to marry me. The truth is I never dated a woman.

    From time to time I get nostalgic of those days when the university was being built up and I would go hang out around the construction sites after school. I never dreamt of being a college kid, I always wanted to one of those men on the construction site.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 27

    Going back to my first job out of college. I had moved from my college town to the big city for my job. I rode the bus from my apartment to downtown every morning. The bus route went through a strange neighborhood, all the people that got on were weird, dressed weird, wore their hair weird, girls in dresses and storm boots.

    One morning this woman got on, she was kind of pretty in a mature sort of way and she had this girl with her, a petite small girl and she pulled her with her by the hand and when they say down she put her against the window. I looked, they sat beside me. After they sat down the older girl whisked the hair out of the younger girl's face, set her skirt straight, and after she was satisfied she kissed her on the mouth. I had never seen a girl kiss a girl.

    This couple was on my schedule and most mornings we rode the same bus. Same routine, the older girl went first the younger girl followed, sat by the window and she was groomed and she got kissed. One day the older girl had on a tank top and I saw this tattoo on her boob. It was a name. It took me pretty much the whole ride to read it, it said Crystal. On another ride I heard her call the younger girl by her name, Crystal.

    I was fascinated with them, they were my bus friends. I had never been around lesbians and it took me a while to figure out that they were lesbians, one was the butch and one was the fem. I started to look for them and if they didn't make it to the bus I felt bad and when they did make it to the bus I hoped upon hope that they would sit near me. I started to fantasize with having a name tattooed on my boob. A nice name, like Liz or Amanda or something like that. If I had a girlfriend I would tattoo her name on my boob. But wait, I was fantasizing about having a girlfriend.

    It took severa months but one day I said hi to them and asked them how long they had lived in that part of town, told them about my apartment and that the people were stiff and never said hello. We said hello after that and one morning before they got off the bus the older girl asked me if I wanted I could come to a ladies night at this bar on Friday night. I went and they were there, dressed different but still kind of sort of like they dressed to go downtown, except that the younger girl's dress was awesome and she was prettied up. She looked beautiful and sweet.

    I sat with them and talked and the older girl asked me if I wanted to meet someone because she had a friend she had told about me and wanted to bring her over. Her friend was little bigger than I imagined, bigger than me she had a nose ring. We were in a booth and she sat beside me and talked and she got closer and touched my leg and asked me if I was attached. She ordered for me and was soon touching my hand and put her arm around the back of the seat of the booth and asked me if I wanted a kiss because she wanted to kiss me.

    The kiss was small, a small short kiss on the lips. Later when the bar was full there were girls dancing and she asked me to dance. I got kissed on the dance floor and she held me against her during slow dance, she kept her hand on my waist and I kept my hand on her shoulder. She gave me her number and we exchanged addresses and where we worked, she worked downtown for an insurance company and had gone to school out of state and had a Finance degree.

    My first official date was to the Gay Pride parade. She helped me dress, picking clothes that she liked and fixing my hair the way she liked. We took the bus to go to the parade which was in a part of town I wasn't familiar with. She sat on the isle and I sat by the window, there were lots of people on the bus, couples but not boy girl couples, lots of gay men and us, I felt like the only girls on the bus were us. At the parade we walked, me holding her hand and following, we went into a couple of bars and she bought us drinks, we ended up eating at this pretty loud place she said she had heard of but had never been there. At the bus stop after we ate, the crowd was huge, she held me and kissed me for a long time. We were surrounded by people and no one cared that we were kissing. We saw a lot of other couples kissing, gay men and lesbian girls.

    I made love that night with her and spent the night. We found a place several months later and moved in and we have been living together now for a three years. When we go out we sometimes go out with the couple from my bus route to work. I've become friends with Crystal she works in Marketing so we have a lot in common and when I see her name on her lover's boob I am kind of jealous that my name isn't on my lover's boob. Fair is fair.

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