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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 —
    Straight Female / 23

    First I can't complain about my life, I am one daughter of several (we are seven kids), my parents own a very successful business in Indiana and I enjoyed a great childhood. But, always a but, I just never met my other half. Not that I have not tried. I am pretty enough, if not too much, athletic, energetic, good schools, traveled extensively, poised, conversationalist. I am a "catch". I was alwas told that whoever gets me will get a great wife and I am laser focused on family. I don't work, I am MOM material, I will make you a great home.

    I am picky, if you are not premium then you are not for me.

    Well I went to see my mother's baby sister in New York. She is single, rich and moves in all the right social circles. My Mom sent me to see her, maybe she can shed some light on my man problem. She was as nice as you can expect, she has always been my favorite Aunt. When we had dinner she told me she didn't want a man, she was quite happy slipping in and out of bed with lovely young ladies. To put it bluntly she really never got close enough for some man to use his dick on her. Sorry to disappoint, but if I was interested she could set me up with more pussy than I could handle.

    Talk about being put in an awkward position. My aunt was gay and my mother knew it and she sent me anyway. My aunt did what my mother wanted, introduced me to several girls. All nice, beautiful, educated at great schools, rich, and looking for 'that girl'. Two weeks of 'dates', two weeks of false starts, two weeks of asking myself what was I doing. Then one showed up, she is an artist, her work is amazing, 31, so beautiful, she got into my mind. And she told my aunt she would see me, she just didn't want to break me in.

    But I wanted her to break me in. All I thought was if this was what I was then she was the one. I had literally never felt the 'connection' before. My aunt said get between the sheets a couple of times and see if you like it, see if you are compatible with a strong minded woman, if you can be her Beta because she is definitely an Alpha. Well, she broke me in, and it was the most anxious thing I have ever done. I liked it, but it was so weird, and I never got up the nerve to kiss her down there.

    I always envisioned myself being a Mom with five kids, I always saw myself walking beside a man, but can I be that to this woman? I know I am picky, but I never thought I was fishing in the wrong pond. The fishies I was supposed to be looking for look like me, and don't have a stinger. What if she says, nice roll in the hay, but you aren't pretty enough?

    #45246 — Comments (1) — Jul 11, 2019 at 5:17 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 47

    After college a friend of mine and I, both middle class white females, decided to make a trip through South America, starting in Peru. This was in the mid eighties. We hired a guide to take us to Machu Picchu. He was thirty five or so, a sociology student but not graduated, he spoke English pretty well. We flew to Cusco and were supposed to continue by land from there.

    In Cusco we stayed at a small hotel, he had his room and we shared a room with two beds. In the middle of the night the door was busted down and we were taken out of our beds, hand cuffed and thrown in police vehicles. We were taken somewhere, interrogated about supporting the Shining Path which we had never heard of, pressed for the most minute information about our guide.

    After three days we were given our things and escorted under armed guards and put on a plane to Miami.

    We never traveled abroad again. We have lived together all these years, we sleep in the same room. We never heard about our guide, never found out why we were arrested and interrogated. We were not m****ted sexually, but that is a small consolation to what they did do, using one of us to suffer and the other one to beg them to stop.

    Somewhere in that darkness I understood that if I was to ever love someone I should love her right then before they killed me without ever loving someone. I asked for forgiveness for my sins, told her I loved her and prepared my soul for the hereafter. Our eyes locked and we took strength from each other. On the flight back to Miami she confessed her love for me.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 33

    I moved in with a friend so that my dog could have a back yard. Between the houses were four foot chain link fences which were fine as they kept the dog out of other people's back yard. I was out with my dog and the neighbor came to the fence and introduced himself to me and offered to help if we needed help. I thanked him and went about my way.

    Last year for the Fourth he had some friends over and they were cooking hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill and he came over and invited us 'girls' to come over and have a beer and a hamburger. We put on some shorts and tops and went over and introduced ourselves around. One of the guys there said that our neighbor had told him we were gay and he wanted to know if we were married or if we were just shacking up. Telling him we weren't gay was useless. We blew him off and had a nice time. When we got ready to go back to our house the man that accused us being gay walked with us to our front door and offered to provide man service, seeing as we weren't gay. He said he had a reputation for making girls scream.

    Behind our front door we laughed, and changed into our bed clothes and sat down to watch an episode of the Hallmark Channel which we watched religiously. My housemate sat beside me and put her hand under my boob and asked me if I needed a lift. Then a kiss on the cheek, then she jumped my bones and was on top of me tearing off my nightgown and going for my panties. At first I went along, it was a joke but when she went for my panties she was serious and I let her win and open my legs and go down on me. Her lips and breath were hot, and her tongue was like a hot spear driving into me, her teeth grinding on my clit, her fingers digging into me. I was lost in the moment and I had an orgasm on the couch. She pulled herself up, taking off her nightgown and grabbing onto me and asking me if I was ready for round two.

    This time she went slow down on me and worked up and down kissing and grabbing my boobs, kissing my nipples and my face and back down to my pussy. She looked into my eyes and told me she loved pussy and she was glad I loved giving it to her. Kissing with our arms around each other we fell to the floor and pushed the coffee table out of the way and she offered herself to me and I tried my first girl. We stopped only when we were no longer able to go on and decided to go to the bed where it was softer.

    She said she had always been gay, since her earliest memories of having a crush and I told her it was my first time. First time or not she made sure that I was going to remember it and we slept and woke up and made out and slept until the next morning when we woke up late in the day. We laughed at the guy from the night before who offered us sex and spent the day in a lazy motion talking about things of the heart, wondering why the Hallmark Channel never had a show of flower arranger falling for the girl cop in town.

    We live next door and we eloped in April so not to scare off any of our friends and relatives and when he sees us he asks us how us girls were getting along and if we needed any help. We ask him from time to time to help us, things like cutting a limb down or climbing on the roof, we make sure it is always he-man stuff and admire his call of duty. We aren't homemaker types so we don't cook or clean for him, but from time to time we help him out with girl stuff, like helping him shop for his mom or sister. He pretty much knows that we are a thing but he never brings it up and he has never invited his crude friend over and us at the same time.

    Hey girls, how about getting some pizza and watching the game with me? We like doing that.

    #45178 — Comments (0) — Jul 8, 2019 at 10:27 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 47

    My mother came out to me when I returned home after college before I would leave again for a job in D.C. I screamed at her, how could she do that to Daddy. She was his F wife, WIFE. I did not empathize. She stayed in her marriage allowing my father to find a young lover.

    I met her in my second year at work. I had been accepted at Cornell for Graduate School. Leaving her behind was unthinkable, I just couldn't. I decided not to go to Cornell. I moved in with her.

    My mother came to D.C. to find out what I was thinking, she showed up at our apartment unannounced and found that only one bed had been slept in. Found our dirty clothes on the floor of the bedroom, dirty clothes, hair brushes, toothbrushes, make-up and my good earrings in the bathroom. The bed was still warm, she had caught us before we had gotten up that morning.

    She ordered me to Cornell, "you go and don't you dare come back without a husband!". And she yelled at my girl "get out of here, leave my daughter alone". It was her apartment I had moved into.

    I went to Cornell, met a young man from the Medical School in N. Y., got married after he graduated and went with him to be his wife while he completed his residency. I let my 'embarrassment' slide into the background, made Daddy proud with his first two granddaughters, I strived to be a good wife. My husband's acceptance of me riled my life. His happiness and relief of his stress from his Medical practice was predominant in my heart and mind. And my girls growing up at home.

    When I 'messed' up and did the unthinkable I thought of my mother. How could I do that to my girl's Daddy? I stopped, kept my secret tryst to myself. I renewed my vows, I renewed my life. My mother passed and our conversation after I went home after college was never talked about again. She never told anyone of what she found in D.C. that morning. I met her special friend at her funeral, she told me in that short moment to honor my husband, as my mother had honored my father.

    I am my husband's wife, I am a lesbian woman as was my mother.

    Thank you,

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 25

    We had a family reunion at the beach. There were cousins and aunts and uncles I had never met. We got permission to build a bonfire on the beach. Someone said lets go swimming, some one took off their clothes and we all took off our clothes, it was dark with a small moon, the only light was the bonfire, naked kids all around, some college kids and some ten and twelve. I was fourteen and being naked felt good, seeing the other kids felt good. My new cousin wanted to pee so I took her behind the dune, she was ten with small tits and light pubes. I stood beside her and held her hand to pee. Then I squatted, opened my legs and peed. I had midsized boobs and a very hairy vagina. Letting her look felt good. After I peed I opened her legs and looked at her.

    I remembered that night and would a get naked whenever I could. After college I went to the Peace Corp in Bolivia. I worked in a small town with this Nashville girl who went to Sewanee, it took months before she got naked with me. She was small with small tits and a very bushy vagina. By then I was heavier with full tits, heavy hips and a very bushy vagina. She had a pretty face and so did I, getting naked like that felt good, we stared until we laid on the bed to touch. The word got back to the Peace Corp that we were sleeping together and we were tossed out and went home.

    The forbidden fruit had crossed our lips and we couldn't live without it. We moved to Costa Rica and worked in the computer gambling business server warehouse in a small town on the coast. No one cared that we slept together, or that we watched hours and hours of lesbian porn. We were near a small beach where we could just get naked and we did, we started a sort of nudist beach. It was an amazing year, then we had to grow up and go home.

    #45039 — Comments (0) — Jun 26, 2019 at 7:56 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 52

    I sucked my first cock at age 14. My friend was 12. Neither of us had pubic hair. I ejaculated when I came, my first ever orgasm. My friend had a dry orgasm as he was not quite at puberty. We sucked each other a few times over the next year until we both âdiscoveredâ girls. I wish now we had known we are gay and continued that exploration. I now enjoy most aspects of gay sex; mutual sucking, rimming, assplay, flip fucking and cum eating. Iâm still closeted and only occasionally am able to truly express my sexuality. 2 days ago a hot young Latino had me on my knees sucking his uncut cock and licking his asshole. Then he bent me over and slid his bare cock unlubed into my hungry wet fuckhole. Heâd fuck me hard for a bit then pull out and Iâd suck him ass to mouth. After doing this for a while he told me he was cumming. He started to pull out but the first shot went in my asshole. I turned around and swallowed the rest while stroking myself to a heavenly orgasm.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 40

    The summer before I turned 18 my oldest sister and her husband, Ron, moved back home after him spending 25 years in the military. They had lived all over the world so our time was limited to their 30 day visits once a year and our visiting them when they were stationed in the states closer. I am the only son having 3 older sister and a dad who worked evenings so he was never able to attend fuctiond or activities with me. Not his fault and a great father to me and my sisters.
    My brother-in-law family all lived in our community and they were part of our church family, so we were all close friends and I was expecially glad that Ron, my brother-in-law, was home becasuse he always went out of his way to make me fell important.
    Ron invited me to go with him and his younger brother fishing after dinner one hot July night, whcih I was delighted to go. He drove na hour from the house to a large bodied lake where we took postions under a bridge and cast our our reels. After the second beer Daniel, Ron 36 year old brother began with the dirty jokes and by his 3rd beer he was talking about sex with his friged wife. Ron suggested they change the subject as he looked at me, but I said, I've heard it all before. The fish were not bitting so we just set there waiting to try to catch some cats fish around 10pm. Ron had a couple of beers and began to loosen up telling dirty jokes. So, I told a few I knew and we all set back on our elbows laughing when Damiel offered me a swig of beer, which I took. It didn't take but a few sipes and I could feel the effect but Ron stopped as he had to drive us home in a coupleo f hours.
    By the time we were loading our gear to leave I knew Daniel got very little pussy and beat off several times a week and Ron admitted he jerked too. That is when Danil said to me: at your age I bet you jack off 3 or 4 times as day, I laughed and said, at the least.
    When we got to the car Damiel got in the back and I got in the passenger seat and we began our hour journey home sometime close to midnight. Daniel kept talking about sex, pussy and jacking his dick when he asked Ron if he minded if he beat off while he drove home. Ron looked at me as to ask permission and I said, absolutely. Ron reached under his seat pulling out a white cloth and handed it back to his brother. Daniel said, I knew you had that cum rag somewhere in this piece of junk.
    Danile unzipped and began to stroke his dick talking about blow jobs being better than pussy. After a few minutes Danile suggest Ron and I join him to make it more comfortable. Ron looked at me and I said, I am deaf, dumb and blind. Ron unzipped his shorts and wheeled out a hugh dick. As I unzipped my pants Ron told me to rasise up in the seat and slide my shorts down to my feet, which I did. Ron said we can't all blow at the same time as I only have one cum rag. So he told Danile to go first and he said, I need some nasty talk some kinky shot to me like we aways do. That is when I realized this was not a first for the two of tme.
    Ron and Damiel were talking dirty to each other and I was about to blow all over the place, so I stopped beating my meat. In a minute Damile called my name and said, you like looking at your brother-in-laws dick, don't you? I didn't know what to say when ROn said, It's okay to look at it and Daniel said, if I were up there I'd have iot in my mouth. I looked Ron who smiled and that is when I felt Daniel reach between the seats and reach for his brothers cock. The he reached for mine and I lobed my hand as Daniel began to stroke me. Ron said, Daniel is the best cock sucker in the world when he is drunk, get in the back and let him blow you. I was hesitant at first but slipped out of my shorts and over the back of the seat I went. As I went head first into the back seat Daniel moved to one side grabbed my head and shoved my face onto his cock. I didn;t need to be coaxed as I opened my mouth and Damiel slide his dick down my throat. He held my head and hunch fucked my ming some dirty shit. Ron told is to slow down as he was talking the next exit to find a place for us to park and get in the NOt sure how long it took but soon we were stopping on a dead end road and Ron turned the car off and told us to get out.
    NOw I am standing with my back to the car with Ron and Damiel standing in front of me with us jacking each other cocks. Daniel sucked me and Ron, then Ron sucked me and Damilel then I sucked the both. I sucked Daniel first and when he guided me head to Ron's cock he atood behind me and told Ron to skull fuck me and he started but he cum an a couple of minutes and filled my mouth. It tan out my mouth and dripped onto mt tee shirt. That is when he pushed my face to Daniel and he scremed as he shoved it on telling his brother hoe exciting it was to put his dick in the mouth where some of ROns cum was. Only took a minute and Daniel cum too as he screamed nasty names at me.d, kinky sec
    NOw I am standing with my back to the car while these two macho, brothers kneel takking turns sucking my dick. When said he wanted me to cum in his mouth and then he would kiss Daniel and share. The Ron kissed me and I thought I was going to cum again without touching meself. We caught our breaths and for the next 30 minutes sucked weach other severalm more times. When we dropped Daniel at home he asid it was better than pussy and no drama. On the eway home Ron asked me to blow him as he drove home, which I did. He and Daniel both have really nice average cocks with mushroom heads which I came to love.
    Ron and Daniel were not the first dicks for me and certainly not the last. When I came out a gay in my early 20's I did do with the support of Ron, my sister and dad. No one ever knew I had sex with my brother-in-law and his brother or that it went on until Daniel passed away and Ron and I still go fishing, hunting and to sports evemts and have wild and kinky sex. Ron may have white hare but his dick gets hard as a rock and he sill loves to sull fuck my face and I love for him to do it.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 28

    At the time I was 26 and had not quite admitted to myself that I was attracted to women as opposed to men. I just thought I had not met the right guy. I took a room in a duplex with two other girls and worked the morning shift at the hospital. Next door in the other duplex lived a couple, immigrants from Russia. The wife I guessed to be my age or a couple of years older and the husband was in his mid thirties. He worked at the utility plant as the night engineer and she stayed home. They had been married for several months and she wasn't comfortable looking for a job. I knew all this because she talked to me and we stood on the porch for an hour that afternoon.

    She invited me to have lunch with her. Her husband was asleep so it was the two of us, she had made a Russian stew and it was OK. We talked, she told me how lonely she was and I guess I had to be her friend. When I was home she came over and when I came home from work I would knock on her door to let her know I was home. We spent a lot of time together, and we went grocery shopping together. She was nice looking and had a nice body. We went to Target one afternoon, not really for anything, just to get out.

    While walking through the isles she said she could get some underwear and we walked over to the ladies department and she found a pack of ordinary panties. I laughed at her and said those panties were for old ladies and gave her a pair of high cut bikini panties. She turned them down and said her husband would never let her wear something like that. I answered that I didn't really believe she wore those granny panties. She lifted her dress and showed me that in fact she had granny panties on. I had never had someone flash me and show me their panties. My reaction was to have to tell her they looked awful and that I was sure once her husband saw how nice the other panties were he would prefer them. I took her to the dressing room and pushed my pants down and showed her that I had on the panties I was suggesting. I had never shown anyone my panties before.

    We bought the panties and went to the dressing room and we took off her panties as she held up her dress I held the panties and she stepped into them and I pulled them up. I had never looked at a Russian pussy before, I had never really looked at a pussy before, not as a pussy. I pulled her new panties up and got them on so that they were tight and holding up her dress we admired how they made her look. For sure her husband had to like that. She asked me to show her how they looked on me and I lowered my pants again and let her look. Her fingers reached out and touched my pussy. She didn't say a word and I stood there silently letting her touch. I lifted her dress and touched her pussy.

    We went back and went into her bathroom and she changed back into her normal panties and asked me to hold her new panties for her, she would wear them when we went out but not for her husband. I didn't like how she looked and told her and took some of the fabric of her granny panties and showed her how loose it was. We stood there in the bathroom of her house and we stood there while I touched her pussy. This time I went over her pussy with my fingers, pressing my fingers into her lips, she stood with her tongue in her lip and I had a half smile while I drew my finger around her pussy. I pushed my pants down and let her touch my pussy again. When her husband went to work that night I went back over to her house and I took off my clothes and took off her panties and helped her get out of her nightgown and I touched her naked pussy and kissed her naked pussy. I sucked her tit then kissed her. She lay there not moving so I laid down beside her and kissed her again and played with her tit and then got up and opened her legs and I got between her knees and went down on her.

    I ate her for a long time, she was so wet and her pussy smelled and tasted funny but it made me want to continue to eat her so I did. I opened her vagina with my fingers and put a finger in, a bit at first then pushed it all the way in. My face was completely covered with her pussy juice but she just kissed back when I kissed her. We laid there for an hour, both of us naked deep in the dark, playing with her tits and eating her pussy and kissing. She didn't try to kiss my tits or pussy, she let me do it all. I went back to my side of the duplex to get dressed to go to work.

    When I got home after work I knocked on her door but she didn't let me in. I asked her if she was all right and she said her husband was home and maybe it wasn't right to be there when he was asleep. She hurt me real bad, I went back to my room and cried. I had cried myself out when I looked back and she was standing in my room. She came and got on the bed with me and we hugged and she let me kiss her. We talked and she told me that when she was in secondary school she had kissed with a girl and her mother had found out. I told her I had never kissed a girl before. I got up and made sue the door was closed and took off my top and got on the bed topless and let her touch my tits and this time she kissed them. I slipped out of my work pants and opened my legs and gave myself to her and she did go down on me. This time I kissed her with the taste and smell of my pussy on her face.

    She never told her husband, he worked nights and I worked the morning shift and we went out together and sometimes we came over to my room to get naked, and sometimes I went to her room after her husband had gone to work and I ate pussy the rest of the night. Any pretension that we weren't having lesbian sex would have been stupid. I felt lots of desire for her, and I felt that I needed to see her, I was falling in love with her. Everyone knows not to fall in love with a married woman. Her husband took her away from me and they went to live in Vermont and I was the one that was lonely after she left. It took a long time before I let myself kiss another girl, another nurse who worked with me. She is American and she is not married to a man and she likes being a lesbian, she lives the gay way. I came out to my family but I haven't come out at work or anywhere else. I am a lesbian, I know that now and I am in love with her, but I just can't live the gay way, not yet.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 27

    I was born out of a mistaken involvement between my mother and father. It was God's punishment to my mother for going out with him. For a long time she refused to marry him but she didn't refuse his support. She married him when I was eight and we all lived together in his home. My father's law practice had grown quite a bit and my mother always selected who he hired. He interviewed first, for skills but she interviewed last and she decided who stayed and who left, who got hired and who got fired. And so in comes Cristina.

    Cristina had finished law school and had been an intern for a multinational law firm in London. She met my father at a convention and he asked her to stop by and see if she would want to change firms. My mother fell in love with her the day she met her. It wasn't a casual love, it was out there in full force. Cristina was going to work for my father, she had everything, she was bright and well schooled, and she was just so much of everything that my mother liked. My mother never said hello without kissing her on the lips. It was awkward for a twelve year old to watch her mother behave like that and talk about this girl all day and all night long. This was to be my roll model, I was to grow up and be just like Cristina. Top of my class, top of my sport, lawyer like my father, cool calm and collected, but a tigress in battle. My mother kissed her so much that Cristina sometimes looked around at anyone who would save her. My mother decided that Cristina should come live with us.

    Cristina never had a chance, it wasn't her decision where she lived. The nursery beside my parent's room was converted into a bedroom for Cristina, except that my father had the doorway expanded into a two door passageway between the rooms, and Cristina used my parent's bathroom. Cristina woke up in my parent's bed most of the time, many times when I went in her bed had not been slept in. My mother got pregnant after Cristina moved in, that was the price my father demanded for Cristina. Then Cristina got pregnant.

    We lived in this house where my mother kissed Cristina and everyone in the outside world thought my father kissed Cristina. My mother had found her one and only. My father had his thing, as my mother called it and I am sure that he had his thing with Cristina too, after all she got pregnant. But that the price for Cristina living with my mother.

    I grew up and went to college and graduated with honors and I was accepted to law school and Cristina held my hand all the way. After law school I got a chance to go to London to study International Law. Cristina didn't like that, she didn't want me in London. She had been there as a young lawyer she did not want me in London and she made it clear. My that time my father's firm was large, with over fifty lawyers. Cristina hired a young intern, Gabriela. Gabriela would go with me to London, to look after me and she would study Maritime Law. Gabriela had strict instructions. Strict. That was the condition.

    Gabriela and I landed in London and after a night at a hotel we went to the apartment that my father had leased for our stay, in the right part of town and easy to get back and forth to our studies, a three story flat with a small living, dining and kitchen on the second floor and two bedrooms on the third. One faced the park across the street, not big but bigger than the second bedroom which faced the back. Gabriela said she would not sleep in the little bedroom, she wanted to sleep with me. We were alone in London and Gabriela got in bed with me and made sure I understood just what she wanted. This wasn't up for discussion. We were not going to sleep in separate rooms. Now I knew why Cristina liked Gabriela.

    When you have never been made love to and the person comes along that makes love to you, you get attached. And when that person makes love to you every chance she gets, kisses you and sleeps with you, you get attached. My mother had told me to use this time to get to know myself, well I did. We lived a wonderful two years in London, far away from any prying eyes, and all alone to find ourselves. In my mind I want to believe that was the reason that Gabriela had been selected to go with me to London. Gabriela to me is Cristina to my mother, I kiss her all the time.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 52

    I grew up on a dairy farm. Everyone pitched in, from the youngest to the oldest. I am the eldest of five kids, three girls and two boys. My father is a lot older than my mother and he had his group of friends who were also all dairy farmers and my mother taught school. We lived in a two bedroom, one bath house. All the kids in one bedroom, the girls in one bed and the boys in the other bed. There was no privacy and no modesty, not among the girls or the boys and not between the girls and the boys, the boys got erections and showed them off and the girls got tits and showed them off. When it came time to sleep the boys were all over the bed but the girls were all tight together, I don't think my youngest sister ever slept that she wasn't in my arms and on my pillow.

    I turned 18 and my mother said I was going to go into town with her and she was going to buy me a new dress for the senior prom. In the dressing room I stripped down to my underwear and the other girls and ladies stared at me. I had to change bras because of the dress and I took my bra off and stood still while this one girl stared at me. She had tits herself but staring at mine made me feel good, well actually it is the first time I remember feeling sexually excited. I got wet. We stood there, she was looking at my tits and I was looking into her pretty face. I felt like I wanted to hug her like I did my little sister, I wanted to kiss her. I don't know if it was two minutes or five but I had to get my other bra on and the dress and I went out to my mother and she asked me what took so long.

    That night I dreamt of the girl, I dreamt that I was holding her and caressing her and kissing her, except I was holding and caressing and kissing my little sister. I had a crush on this girl and I didn't know her name and I never went to the city. I didn't even know what grade she was in, maybe tenth or maybe night grade.

    After I graduated from high school I got a job like most high school girls did working at Sears. I asked to work in the girl's clothes department and because I had two younger sisters I got the job. I got to see all the girls from the town change clothes, see their panties and bras and their legs and belly buttons and their lips and their eyes and their hair, some had bushy panties and others weren't bushy yet. One girl asked if I knew if they carried these panties and I pulled up my dress and asked her if those were the panties she was describing. She said yes and I went and got her three pair of panties.

    My sister had a friend over one Sunday after church and they were going to go out and play in the above ground pool we had in the back yard. She didn't have a bathing suit so my sister loaned her one and I got to watch as they got naked and put on their bathing suits, those small tits and they both by then had a decent bush. I made sure that I watched them change back into their clothes.

    At the end of the summer I went to college, it was only sixty miles away but it was as far away as I had ever been on my own. I saw my dorm mate naked. She slapped my face but I still watched her change and get naked. I was sitting on my bed and she walked over to me and stood a few inches from my face and asked me why I stared at her. I could see the outline of her pussy under her bush, her legs moving from one foot to the other. I put my hands on her hips and kissed her pussy. It was a very long kiss, using my lips to cover her pussy and after a few minutes my tongue to explore her pussy. She stood there until I stopped and looked up at her and she told me I was strange.

    But not so strange that she let me kiss her pussy again and walk her back to her bed and sit her down and open her legs and I told her I loved her and I put my mouth on her pussy and this time I didn't stop until I had an orgasm. My first person to person orgasm. I loved her and I loved being naked with her and kissing her and her tits and her pussy. I made her tell me she loved me and I showed her how I held my sister to sleep and that's how I wanted to hold her to sleep, and if we slept like that we both fit on that single dorm room bed.

    By the time we were seniors we were very experienced with each other and we could sit and kiss and hold hands and talk about what we were going to do after we left college. I was going to be a teacher so she decided to be a teacher and she signed up for getting her teacher's certificate. We didn't quite get the same school district but we were fifteen miles apart and we lived together. No one thought anything of it, two teachers living together, but they didn't know what we did. I like to think that there wasn't much we didn't do, by then we had been together four years and we were quite adept and making the other one have an orgasm.

    A rumor was started that one of the teachers at school was a lesbian. I helped the rumor to cover for myself and we all settled on this woman called Joan. She wasn't a lesbian, she was just a little fat and never had a boyfriend. The rumor taught us to get boyfriends and we did. The stupid guys dated you but they wanted sex and that is where things got difficult. We played that we would not have sex before marriage, we didn't have intercourse but the boys went all the way to third base and beyond, they just didn't get their dick in us. Things were just to complicated and I told my girlfriend it was time to raise anchors and head to L.A. where we would not have a problem.

    That's how it was when we were in our twenties. Of course now we are in our fifties and married and no one says a thing, but we don't teach school either. I got over my attraction to girls my little sister's age once I got attracted to a naked girl my age. I still have a deep attraction to girls in their twenties and early thirties, that's my kind of girl. My wife laughs, why would some twenty year old want to have anything to do with a fifty year old butch?

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