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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 —
    Lesbian Female / 29

    Through a totally unrelates series of events a girl came to live with me, first she was there on the couch for a few days while she found another job. But after several weeks of frustration she begged for another week. One night I felt bad, why I don't know and told her she could sleep with me in the bed. The couch was so bad, hand me down from who knows who. I made room for her and we slept ok, the bed was a queen and we are small. She looked for this job and that job and never found a job and she kept up with the apartment and groceries and laundry and I worked and basically supported her, buying clothes for her, shoes and taking her on vacation when I went to see some friends on the West Coast.

    It was while we were on vacation and at a party that my friends had for us to meet their group that this guy was hitting on 'her'. I got jealous, my heart was running, my stomach hurt, I went totally impulsive and walked over to them and said that I wanted to borrow my wife back and took her by the hand to where I was talking with my friends and another couple. Everyone heard me call her my wife. She didn't say anything right than so she wouldn't embarrass me but that night, of course we were sharing a room, we had been sharing a room for over a year by then, she got into her night shirt, she had on this pair of very tight panties that night, her breast were tight in the nightshirt, she could see that I was staring at her, she walked over and asked me if she was my wife was I her wife?

    She took off her nightshirt and stood there in front of me with nothing on but those very tight panties and looked at me and told me to make her my wife. That was the first time we had sex, real unabashed sex. It was my first lesbian experience, my first lesbian kiss, we tried to be quiet but who knows what my friends heard from their room. I called her my wife after that trip, we slowly let it be known that we were not just friends or roommates, we made love or had sex intensely for weeks afterwards. She is my wife, she stays home and I work, we did get married in a simple ceremony with some friends and parents present. We have a king size bed now, we used a gift certificate from our wedding, we have also moved into a small house.

    I love that she is my wife, that we live the way we do. I do not mind at all working to support us, I love that she takes care of me. We have had several conversations with my brother and his wife and he is willing to provide his services for us, his wife wants total clinical insemination but we want natural insemination. It is not like it was he and I, my wife is not a blood relative, but still my sister in law hasn't agreed to a natural insemination and that is what we are discussing. Regardless it will be 'clinical', my sister in law and I will wait outside the room until they have success. I am not downplaying this, it is just that a doctor's office seems so impersonal for such a thing like having our own child, maybe children and my brother is the closest thing to me.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 55

    I'm 65, and started sucking cocks and getting fucked by men when I was 50.
    I've now sucked hundreds of cocks, and have been fucked by over fifty men, most of them have fucked me many times. I have three men who fuck me weekly, sometimes several times each. I'm retired, so have the time to empty their semen in my mouth or ass. I've been gang banged by four men,and would like to do ten or more.

    I don't even have any interest in sex with women anymore. I discovered my place in this world is to service other mens cocks.

    It took me quite a while to finally admit to myself I'm a faggot. I'm no longer ashamed or humiliated because I service men's cocks. I openly suck cocks in my front yard where my neighbors or anyone driving by may see me. I WANT them to see me.

    My name is Ric Carter, and I live at 305 Cramer Creek Road, Somers, Montana 59932. If you write, address it to "Ric Cocksucker". This is just south of Glacier National Park and Kalispell on Flathead Lake. My email is [email protected]@@@@@@@g***l.**m. Contact me if you are in the area,and I will suck your cock and you can fuck me. I will also send you a picture of me sucking a cock, and other nudes. I would like you to share them with your friends and post them online to further expose me as a faggot.

    I'm proud to be a cock sucking anal slut faggot.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 55

    Starting at about ten I became self aware of my body. I would stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom to see myself. I had to climb up on my mother's make up stool to get a full view. Slowly I started to see changes, my chest got a bit bigger, my hips a little wider, my pubes a little thicker. I loved seeing myself naked.

    I found my mother's lipstick case with it's little mirror and that was my first close up view of down below. It was a while before I was able to find a larger mirror which I stole from a friend's house and kept shoved up between the mattress and the box springs which gave me pretty good views of my insides. At about the same time I figured out that if I stood on the makeup stool and turned around and bent over I could get a real good view of my asshole button and my vagina from the rear. I had found my clit and I masturbated my clit raw, so raw that my panties rubbed against my clit if I sat and spread my legs and leaned forward and rubbed back and forth on the kitchen chair.

    I loved the feeling of my naked pussy and when my mother was out I would sit naked with my legs spread as wide as thy would go while I watched television in the den. I had a friend who would come over and we got into a competition as to who could spread eagle out more and I got to know her pussy real well, to finger her and touch her and eat her. She ate me in return and we got into deep kissing and booby gropes, pussy fingering and eating wet pussy. She and I were in choir together so we spent several afternoons after school. A favorite pastime was stripping our panties off during school and trading and wearing her panties instead of mine.

    We were fifteen when we decided that it was time to lose our virginities. We asked this one friend of ours from choir to do it and he came over to my house when my mother wasn't there, I pushed my panties down and laid back on the bed and he shoved his penis in me and then my friend pushed her panties down and laid back on the bed and he shoved his penis in her. He left and we sixtynined the rest of the afternoon. Other than that one time we never tried another penis until we got married. Around the tenth grade my mother asked me if I did anything with her, sexual. After that we were more careful.

    We didn't have a date for senior prom which was a real marker, but we were two of many nerd choir girls without dates and we went to the prom in a pack. We kissed on the dance floor during a slow dance, not a heavy thing, juts an against the rules kiss on the lips. We didn't call ourselves gay but it wasn't a surprise to her mother or mine that we were. They let us go on after graduation school sponsored trip to Washington D.C. and we shared a room with two other girls, guess who slept with me? We ate pussy in bed and the other two girls watched from their bed. We offered but they didn't take us up on it. We offered to eat them but they declined that too. We did make them show us themselves naked.

    In college, of course we went together, we roomed in the freshman dorm and we were always together, another marker. I guess it was around our junior year that my mother confronted me and asked me outright if I was a lesbian. In 1983 your didn't talk about those things and I admitted to her that we had been having sexual behavior since we were in the eight grade. 'Just be careful'.

    After college we got married to guys and we did the buy the house and have kids thing. But now that we are older and our husband are a lot older we more or less see each other all the time. All during the years when we were actively married, having kids, and raising them we stayed straight as an arrow. Real good friends but not sexually active. It is only now in our 'golden' years that we are traveling together, always on tour with a tour company that we are again sexually active. Two middle aged ladies but I still have a fascination with my naked body and hers. Maybe it is gross but we love to eat pussy, we can't get enough. Boobs are another wonder, when we were kids it felt good but we went downstairs first. Now we spend a good amount of time with boob massages before we go south and eat pussy. We have never been sexual with any other girls, the closest to it was that trip to Washington D.C.

    My mother is in her late eighties and she tells me that the biggest gift of my life was to find my friend so early in life and if we can be 'happy' together who's business is that anyway. My husband in spite of his health problems likes to try but he knows that my world is not so much about him as it is about her.

    #43971 — Comments (0) — Apr 2, 2019 at 11:39 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 24

    I got along well with a coworker I joined her Saturday morning chat group, rotation from home to home every Saturday. Ladies only. She asked me to stay after to help her clean up and then we sat down to talk and that led her to ask me about my life and we got down to my sex life and if I had ever been naughty, like maybe getting frisky with another girl in college, or maybe a stolen kiss at a party? And she comes out and tells me that she really likes me, and she wants a closer relationship and that includes, if I am willing, some alone time together between the sheets. I sat and listened and had a hard time answering so she leaned forward and said she wanted to fuck me.

    How about starting with a kiss, and a chest massage, and maybe a hand up and down my thigh and another kiss? The issue for me is that I have been with another girl, yes I did do it in college and I have gotten along with another woman/girl that I met at this club, but not with anyone at work, male or female. For me it is like getting a buzz at a bar, it feels good, it is hot but I have lots of regrets afterwards. Spending the night with a girl made me really go into a tail spin of who I was and what I was doing. So I told her gently I was really insecure about it but she did draw out of me that I had kissed a girl and gone further than that.

    Well no kiss then? Well how about we just start with a little kiss, just a little bit of lip to lip? How's that? But why did she have to put both hands on my chest and feel me up? Why did the kiss get long and wet? Oh, I am sorry I couldn't control myself. Really? You can't control yourself? Maybe I don't want to be draw into this? Did you think about that? Geez, why is that you find someone you really like, and then she wants to take it to the next level?

    And why oh why did I not want her to stop? How is it that you let some woman, granted not a stranger but a woman yo work your with take your shirt off and reach around and unhitch you to your bra and expose you and how is it that you let her suck on you and then give you a kiss? And why oh why don't you stop it? Why do you let her kiss you and fondle you and run her hand up and down your thigh? Why do you unhitch her bra and let her expose her tits to you? And why do you let her continue to kiss you?

    The living room sofa got too small so she says let's go to the bedroom and get naked like God made us. The last time I was naked like that it was dark, pitch dark, not the middle of the morning with all that sunlight. Sure the girl I got naked with was nice looking but not nice like this. Naked together, on a bed, side by side kissing. She wants my hand between her legs, touch her she says. You touch me and I will touch you. That is what it is, coercion when you can't control yourself. But you touch, you let her touch and you let her climb on you and kiss you and then push herself down to go spelunking in your pussy. It isn't that you don't know what is going on, you are so hyper aware, it is that you are going along, you want her to go on and on and on. What a face? Pretty girl with messed up hair, and a stupid smile and wet cheeks and chin? Why do you kiss her with your pussy smell all over her face? Why do you push down and go spelunking yourself?

    It is a trap, and once you step in the trap you can't get out. Not because you can't just get up and leave but because you do not want to get up and leave. All that shit about it being nothing but messing around, trying things out, and that one night stand, well what was that? Why can't we just lay there and kiss? Why do we have to grabbing our tits? Why do I keep reaching down to finger her pussy? Why did I just turn on my back and open my legs and reach for her to get on? Oh yeah, I forgot. I have never let a guy between my legs, the most I ever did with a guy in college was make out but I was able to say hey this does not work for me and go away.

    It's bad because we work together. It is bad because technically she is my supervisor. It is bad because it is gay and lesbian stuff. It is bad because I was only supposed to like her not fall in love with her. It is bad because it is bad. And I wasn't able to get up and walk away. It is just so bad this thing about making love with her and I don't know how to handle it. I guess sometimes you know what is going to happen and when it does you don't know what to do. OK, so I am queer more or less, but I never thought I was this queer. In love queer.

    #43902 — Comments (2) — Mar 28, 2019 at 12:34 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 52

    Way back when I was in college I discovered gay porn. Back then it was all in magazine form and I got my porn second hand from the man that ran the rat lab in the Biology department. He jacked off in front of me on the magazines, he licked the pictures, he offered me his dick. But I just took the magazines, licked and stained with his sperm and went to my apartment and jerked off.

    After college I ordered my own. My job sent me to Denmark and I asked the cab driver if there was a place where I could by dirty magazines and he took me to this street and I found plenty of gay, very explicit gay porn. I bought magazines, took them back to my room and jerked off on them. I still have all those magazines, dozens of them, with pages stuck together where I jerked off to them.

    The age of online came and I found lots of sites to go, all sorts of sites, but I still like the photos better than videos, black and white, vintage stuff, I'm a sucker for hard cock. In Brazil on one of my trips I got to cruising and found this site of Brazilian men. I got up the nerve and asked the driver of the car, he spoke English because that is what the company pays for, if there was a club where I could go, I wanted to a gay cabaret to see gay guys dance. He took me to a club and he said he would go in with me because they didn't speak English. We found a table and he called over a dancer and I got my first in your face gay dance. He paid him extra and he danced over me rubbing his cock on my face and I came in my pants.

    We went back to the hotel and I didn't sleep all night searching for gay porn.

    On one of my many trips later to Brazil I asked the driver, I had asked for that driver, to take me around. I told him that I wanted to suck one of the dancers and if that was allowed. We went to this other club and he asked for a booth with a curtain and he had two dancers come and dance for us I sucked my first cock. I didn't want to quit, but there is a time clock. My driver paid for one of the dancers and rented a room at this two star hotel and he came to pick me up in the morning. It was paid for, but how else do you start. And these dancers are picked because they are professionals.

    My travels take me to lots of places, New York and Amsterdam, Singapore and Bangkok. It is a lot more difficult than you think hooking up with the right kind of place. In spite of my desire I have always been scared of getting rolled or stabbed or catching something really bad. In Copenhagen again, I know where to go for magazines and they are sill sold, I found an add for a club and went there to watch. English is not a problem and I paid for some dances, expensive, but I went back to my hotel to jerk off. I didn't want the porn I wanted to try something real.

    I took a chance and asked the night doorman where a man could go and have a chance to meet someone who maybe liked to get together. He pointed me to this bar and he told me to be careful and not go for any of the young men who were there, but try and make friends with someone my age, who was also there looking for someone. But the young men had a reputation for being rough and sometimes they stole your watch. With apprehension I went and just as he said there were these young men there, very aggressive and I took a stool at the bar and an hour later a man came in and sat at the bar and we broke the ice, he was German and told me he came there from time to time and I was honest and told him it was my first time. We went back to his hotel, he had his own way and what he wanted, truthfully he was very headstrong and in charge. I sucked his cock but he wanted to fuck. He picked me up to fuck and when that was over I was asked to leave, he offered to pay me.

    I do better now, I am more at ease and if it happens it happens, I hang out where the businessmen go, I work up a conversation, my method is tap on the shoulder, a tap on the hand, a tap on the knee. If they tap back well then it might happen, if they let me lay my hand on theirs then I feel that I can make the approach. Sometimes at my hotel and sometimes at theirs, sometimes it is quick and sometimes it is lots of fun. It is hit or miss. I don't consider myself experienced, I am pretty new at this having sucked my first cock in Brazil only five years ago. I am not looking for a relationship. I lost interest in porn and I want the real thing. Well that is not totally true, I still have my magazines and I can get very worked up with them.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Straight Male / 40

    I was 14 my sister was 10 when we started fooling around ,And I told her I wanted to try wearing female lingerie and clothing so she helped me dress up,it was a Saturday and we were the only 2 home ,I began walking around the house,I said sis take your clothes off and give me a blow job so she did,I fucked her mouth till I cum in it,we herd a noise so she run to her room , I pulled my panties up and straightened my skirt when mom walked in and caught me Crossdressing,it was a little exciting being caught as it made me hard,she yelled at me and sent me to my room and said don't change till I speak with you,I went into my room and lay on my bed still wearing female lingerie and clothing so I pulled skirt up an began jerking off i started to cum when mom walked in an caught me again ..she stood and stared and said so you want to wear women's clothing,she keeled staring at my cock and said it's big while cum was dripping from it she bent down and put her mouth around my cock and sucked it clean,she stood up and gave me a bag full of clothes and said keep what you are wearing and if you want to dress up in female lingerie and clothing then i don't mind ,

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 26

    My crush on girls has been something that goes back to early puberty, or maybe even earlier. I had very close friends, one of which is my very best friend today. But she and I have never done anything other than being very close friends.

    No, my thing is that when I went to study abroad in my junior year of college I roomed with an Italian girl and she really 'liked' girls, she was all over me, kissing me, teasing me, tickling me, boob gabbing, and pussy rubbing. Eventually she did what she wanted which was to go down on me. I liked the sex, I liked being able to actually caress boobs and kiss nipples and touch her pussy and I got to like going down on her. But I never had a crush on her, it was all physical with no feelings. Before we finished our semester and we were both going to go our own way she got very tender and sweet and we really made love, long never ending kisses, caressing, loving, gently touching pussy, tears of having to leave each other. She went with me to the airport and we kissed while people walked around us and stared, don't think that because Italy is liberal they don't stare at girls kissing. She gave me a small charm bracelet and it was a heartbreaking moment. Maybe I didn't have a crush, but I cried on the plane.

    When I returned I moped around a long time, spent my senior year in a funk and didn't even feel like I graduated. I didn't interview on campus and went back home to my parents and just hung around eventually getting a nothing job to have something to do. I went out with some girls I knew from high school and I got R by a guy, black eye and all. He kept my panties which he mailed to me later. He sent me a message via one of the girls to meet him at this restaurant in the next town over where he lived. He told me he had been craving me and we left the restaurant without ordering and went to his place and he did me again but this time I opened my legs for it. He slapped me around calling me a real whore but he didn't care he was going to fuck me anyway. He sent for me or called me but otherwise never paid attention to me, but every time he sent for me I opened my legs for him.

    I met a girl who came to work at the store I was working at, she had square shoulders, high boobs, thick legs and strong arms, very pretty face with long black hair and blue eyes. She worked out all the time, she ran marathons and had done an Iron Man, she took over bossing me around, and one day she got in my face in the back room and things clicked and she said she knew what I wanted and she kissed me with her hand between my legs. She wasn't at all like my Italy girlfriend, she was hard all over, she barely had a tummy, she waxed completely and her whole pussy mound stuck out, her boobs were perfect globes on her rib cage, her legs were iron and her butt was all muscle, and she had the most beautiful face I had ever seen. I went past the crush stage and fell in love with her and we became a couple. I never went to see my boyfriend again, I blew him off completely.

    She worked out several hours a day and she got me into it, she wanted a slim hard body, slim hard thighs and tight butt, no tummy and totally waxed and after several long months of working out with her I looked real different. At the gym she had a reputation for being the hardest of all the women there and everyone looked up to her. Most of the women were in their mid twenties to mid thirties, I know it was women but without blinking you could smell the testosterone. No dicks, but lots of hard clits, spread legs without any vestige of hair on them. It was hard to pick out the butch from the femme, but there were femme body worshipers there too. I guess I fell into that category. During one of our sex sessions I felt like she was fucking me without a dick, it was the same feeling I had when I was fucking with that boyfriend. I kidded her that she really did want a dick. But she is so naturally pretty and she dresses in skirts and dresses to show off her thighs and calves. When she walks her boobs are like rocks, nothing moves. But at work, we sold women's clothes, she goes out of her way to look femme.

    I got over the need to be in the gym, I just got bored with it, I stay in shape for her, mostly running and steady workouts but no bodybuilding routines. I am in love with her and she wears my diamond studs all the time now. I never guessed that I would be attracted to a woman like her but I am, or that I would want to be around a bodybuilding gym. Everyone we socialize with has a girlfriend, we don't socialize with any of the men who frequent the gym, not that any of the men there want to be around women.

    I thought for the very longest time that I was bisexual, I liked having a man for a while but I realize that I don't switch, and I am in love something I never had before. Maybe I found what I want, I hope so.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Straight Male / 50

    I have always had a high sex drive since a young teen , I have been married twice now and still am to second wife . Even though I am straight I have always loved the naked look of men with hard cocks and enjoyed anal stimulation with toys . Well my curiosity got the better of me and I joined a bi site to see if others out there were similar . I got chatting with this other married guy and he ended up calling around one day when wife was at work . We chatted for a while and watched some porn and got very worked up and watched each other slowly wank off . Suddenly he got on his knees started to give me head which was incredible , he spun around and before I knew it I had his cock in my mouth experiencing my first ever guy guy 69 and tasted my first mouthful of cum which wasn’t my own , as much as I wanted to swallow I never did but he took every drop of mine . This was several years ago now and So far my one and only gay experience . I have never cheated on either wife before and still feel some shame about it . My wife has no idea

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 30

    I was a recently promoted account executive and I was given company X as my target company. They had done business with us before but there was a lot more business that they could send our way. Company X was run by a man from the 'old boy' network, and he had a reputation for putting his hands on a girl, I was warned. In fact warned enough that it was suggested that I always go with someone and not accept invitations to lunch or dinner. But get the account open and grow the business with company X.

    I was way too young for that account. In spite of my technical abilities and my marketing skills I was not in the league of the 'old boys'. I did as I had been suggested, on my first call I took a new girl who had just joined us out of college. In Marketing all the girls were young, I was 29 and we hired for looks, although they also had to have the credentials. Marla had the looks and the credentials, graduate from a 1st tier university with honors, smart, mush smarter than any of he rest of us, and she had the look. We liked girls who were not too tall, not too short, not too heavy, not too skinny, not too pretty, not ordinary in any way, we wanted girls who had sex appeal, but hiring a girl who made you get wet well that was something no one had told me about.

    My crush on Marla was instant and like any 'old man' I had my hands on her, I kept hugging her and touching her hand and telling her how pretty she was and how we were going to get along and complimenting her clothes and how honored I was to have her join my team, the very first team I had put together. It took a while before I recognized that I had a crush on her, a girl crush. When one day in the ladies room she lifted her skirt up to tuck her shirt down and i saw her standing there in her panties and her little white bottom I knew something was wrong. My heart ran away from me, I couldn't speak when she turned to me, I was immediately wet all the way through my panties, I was trembling. I got scared and I intentionally stopped paying attention to Marla, going to lunch with her, I went cold on her. But I took her with me to company X.

    She was cold on that meeting, professionally cold as ice. We sat beside each other and she didn't look at anyone at company X, she only looked at me. She reached under the table to touch my hand for attention, I got scared and missed my line and she grabbed my hand and held it under the table and wouldn't let it go. I had to use my one free hand to make points. When our meeting was over and everyone including the 'old man' in the room said thank you no suggestions were made about lunch, always a bad sign when you are selling. We stood and shook hands and Marla grabbed my hand when we walked into the hall and into the elevator.

    I never got a chance to speak, she just said that now I knew how she felt, she was making sure that none of those bozos looked at me or her as meat on their platter, better they went back to their desks convinced that we were queer than make a pass at us. I told her I wasn't queer and she said she disagreed, I was as queer as they came. She could feel it and if I wasn't going to make her happy then she was just going to go find someone that cared about her. I asked her politely if she was queer, if she was a lesbian, not something a supervisor can ask and she responded that of course she was, the only reason she took the job was because of the way I had come on to her. I told her I wasn't a lesbian and she disagreed again. No boyfriend, no dates, but just a little bit of leg and I lost it and to swear to her right there that I wasn't in love with her.

    That night at her apartment she showed me what it is to be a queer lesbian. What queer girls do when they are together. Sure you watch enough TV and you think you know, but then again you never actually had a girls hand on your pussy, you never actually had a girls lips on yours, you never actually had to sit on your knees as she opened her legs and offered you her pussy, you actually hand never seen a pussy in that way. Maybe you had never really liked dick, you tried it and never liked it, maybe you just never met the right man. But making the decision to bend down and put you mouth on a girls pussy takes a lot of nerve. A hundred times more nerve than when she put her mouth on yours. Marla was all queer, she just didn't dress queer. She was pretty quick to tell me that she wanted me to walk her and she didn't want to have to reach for my hand. She wanted me to give her the look. So do what I had to do and bend down and eat her pussy.

    She never helped me get the account, I quit my job and took a job with another company. She quit her job and she took another job at a different company. We live together and she calls herself the Mrs. She is all queer, queer in ways that I am still figuring out. She is the Mrs. I am learning how to play my role. I never had a problem with asserting my views in a work environment but I have a hard time asserting my views with her but that is what she wants. She wants to be a queer stay at home mom and she wants me to support her. Her dream job is being the Mrs.

    #43791 — Comments (0) — Mar 19, 2019 at 8:31 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 20

    How to know if you're gay, if the real you is a lesbian or you just have a really good friend. This isn't a week ago thing, it has been going on now for a couple of years.

    To get started, I am 24 and I just now graduated from a nice little college in western North Carolina. I grew up in the East and had a nice little life in a good little home and went to a nice private school. When I graduated from high school my parents sent me and another girl, we were classmates and friends, on an expedition to try out our wings. It wasn't so free as you think, it was all arranged but we went alone, she and I. It was our trip to Europe.

    We chose to go to Italy. We joined this student tour led by an Englishman professor of the Ancient World. We went all over the place, a whole lot of pretty normal tourist places but he also took us to places that were not so touristy. We had reservations everywhere we went and my friend and I shared a room, all the rooms had two single beds. We have known each other since we were in grade school so nothing funny there. But then, we got to Pompeii and the hotel we stayed in had a small double bed. Well we didn't say anything we just put our things down and went out to join the group.

    That night we had this talk, after walking all over creation and having dinner at this local place. That night as we got ready for bed we had this talk. Here we were thousand miles away and we had to face our fears, we were going to sleep together in this small bed and we had to decide whether we were going to sleep or 'sleep'. We stood in the little room with the window open for air and we stood with our arms folded facing each other. Was this it then? It didn't help that the night was warm but not hot and that the moon was out, it didn't help that I didn't see her the same that night. It didn't help that I wasn't myself that night. So I said it out loud, 'Do you love me?'

    I wasn't going to go to bed with her and 'sleep' if she didn't love me. She didn't answer, she answered by asking me "Do you love me?'. Well, I did so I said so. Well so she did so she said so. Really neither one of us knew what we were saying, how do you tell your best friend in your life that you don't love her? So she said 'Well then come over and kiss me'. Kissing her that night wasn't as easy as you think. I had hugged her a thousand times, we had slept before at camp and at the beach, when we were younger and not young adults. And the kiss she was asking about was 'a kiss'. So I walked over to her, took her arms away from her chest and put my arms around her waist and hugged her boob to boob and kissed her straight on, on the lips. It was a failure.

    We got ready for bed, changed into our sleeping Ts and the bed was so small that I got behind her and put my arms around her and told her I loved her no matter what. She turned on her back and took off her T and said she wanted me to make love to her and don't stop. I took off my T and I started kissing her face, and she put my hand on her boob and that is how we started, step by step, cheek, face, lips, boob, until I had to face reality. Kiss her panties or take her panties off? I decided to take her panties off and she let me and she said she was waiting. Well I dug in so to speak and went straight for it and kissed her bush and everything in between. I went back up to her face and kissed and she asked me if I loved her and I said I did so we got into a spoon and she told me to take of my panties and we slept naked.

    The next morning we took a bath in the small tub and I kissed her bush while she stood to use the shower wand and she kissed my bush while I stood to use the shower wand. That was our lesbian thing. We spent the rest of our trip in Italy closer than before and we slept again together and when we got back home we went to college in the fall and we declared ourselves taken and all that.

    It is two years now since our trip abroad and I kiss her bush and she kisses my bush, and we sleep together and we are pretty easy with saying I Love You, and even if our college is small we are not the only 'girlfriends' on campus. But are we lesbians or are we very good friends? For sure we are very good friends. We went on a weekend trip to New York to go see the Book of Mormon with some other friends. After the show in that big bed in that hotel we did make love. We slept naked which we usually don't do and we made love. Sometimes the feelings are just there.

    Since we are exclusive and we do make love and live together and share a room and a bed we are living like lesbians, in a dorky sort of way we like the word but as to our real life we aren't so sure.

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