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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 / 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.

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  • — 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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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 31

    My first crush. It was prom season and my mother gave me her credit card and sent me downtown to buy a dress. Usually she went with me, but that time she sent me alone with the credit card. I went to a name store that stars with S and I went up to the women's counter and asked where I could find the prom dresses for the season. After getting directions I ended up in the right department, being ten thirty in the morning I was the only customer and this woman said she would help me.

    We went through many gowns, turning them most down because I felt they were too revealing. She insisted on showing me gowns that were revealing, plunging necklines, she told me I had the boobs to carry it off. Against my better judgement I went into the dressing room to try on one of the gowns. I stepped out into the dressing area with all the mirrors and she pressed the gown against me, told me to tip toe so see the height, she got behind me and put her hands under my boobs and lifted them up showing me how the dress would look with my boobs sticking out. She held my boobs, she held me feeling my boobs and told me I had wonderful boobs and what was I ashamed of.

    We were alone and she gently kept feeling my boobs, not moving, not saying anything, like coming out of a trance she told me I needed a different bra and she stepped down and told me to wait and she would be right back. I took my boobs and lifted them and looked at myself in different poses, she returned with a couple of bras, unzipped the dress and dropped it to my waist and undid my bra and I was topless, she was behind me and took my boobs in her hands and she squeezed them and plaid with them as we looked in the mirrors, she whispered that I had the nicest boobs she had ever seen and I needed to let them breathe, enjoy themselves and why was I torturing my boobs in that bra.

    She picked up one of the bras, cupped me in it and measured out the straps and fitted me, all the time rubbing my boobs, having me stand there while she told me how wonderful my boobs were and any woman would give her life for boobs like that. She asked me how old I was and I told sixteen and she said I had the boobs of a grown woman, no one would guess that I was sixteen, and she repeated she saw boobs all day every day. She fitted the bra and told me that one was for every day, she would get me another one so I would have two but I needed to get rid of that rag I had brought in. She took the bra off and she held me tight topless and gently cupped me and held me real tight and whispered that I really needed some loving, she could tell when a girl needed to be loved.

    She turned me around to face her and she said she just wanted to make sure that everything was real and she bent down and kissed each one of my nipples telling me she wished she could love me. The spell broke and she turned me around again and from behind she put on the next bra which poked by boobs straight out. She told me that one was for the dress, she wanted every girl at the prom to feel intimidated, great boobs needed to show. With that bra on, in her arms and her gentle not stop caressing of my boobs in that bra she hugged me tight and kissed my cheek and let her hand run down over my naked belly and she put her hand down inside the waist of the gown and over my panties, using her middle finger to outline my pussy, her other hand holding me tight by my boob while she kissed my neck and cheek.

    Her finger solidly in the middle of my slit she pressed into my panties and started to rub my clit. I guess she held me up, I went into an almost immediate orgasm, not a little one either a real deep one that made my heart run and my legs feel weak, while I trembled in the arms she kept saying "Oh, baby, Oh, baby". When I was done she turned me around into her arms and held me for the longest time. She kissed me gently, my first kiss and then pulled my gown up and adjusted everything, measure for the seamstress and told me I was going to knock them all out and to make the girls cry.

    It was several years before my crush slowly ebbed out, because of where I lived and where she worked I only got to see here when we went downtown to buy clothes. My mother felt that I had gotten uppity only wanting to buy clothes at S, but that is where she worked and she helped me find things that always made me look good. She always complimented me, and if the dressing room was empty she helped make sure everything fit. We had many short hot sessions of kissing in the dressing stall, of letting me touch her boobs, of touching her pussy as she touched mine, we had to be careful because if someone walked in we had to pretend to be finishing the fitting. It was my first love affair, in the dressing room of S.

    Still my heart, I am still in love with her.

    #43742 — Comments (0) — Mar 15, 2019 at 8:29 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 35

    Church ski trip, 1998, I was sixteen going on seventeen. Every year from the time I was fourteen we went on the spring ski trip to Colorado. Nothing different this year. The ski trip was usually about eight girls, no boys went on these trips, they had their trips on their own. That year we stayed at condo that slept a whole bunch of kids, the adult chaperones got the big bedroom and the kids all spread out in the other three rooms. In the room I was in there were two double beds and we flipped coins with this girl as to who got the window side of the bed.

    That ski trip is when I first touched a girl's tits, sucked on her nipples, felt her hot hand in my pussy, kissed on the lips, fingered pussy, showered with a friend, and by the end of the trip we had slept completely naked, taking our PJs off after we were in bed. The other girls were sound asleep, but they weren't.

    Slowly the story got out, about maybe someone had seen us kiss, or maybe when we were in the got tub and she leaned against me I had put my hands on her tits, well one of the girls vaguely remembered hearing all kind of noises from our bed, we were called in separately to the Pastor's office, there was a lady from the church present, and he asked if the rumors they were hearing were true. I flatly denied it and got up angry and called him an asshole (ooops) and marched out. My girlfriend got the warning and she also kept her mouth shut. But we couldn't keep our hands off each other and at a school party we were caught kissing and not by just one girl but by two and they confronted us and told us that we were gay and they didn't want us in their church.

    We were both called in with our parents, the proof was irrefutable, and the rumors of the ski trip had to be true, the Church, the one that ruled over everything had a strict policy about homosexuality, which my father argued and he agreed was about male homosexuality which dealt with penetration, but two high school girls who just liked each other and kissed, well my father argued was it appropriate to excommunicate them, and throw the families out of the Church? We were saved, but of course the rumors were rampant and we got a talking to when we got home, I did confess to my mother but not my father that we had slept naked on the ski trip but not since then and I did 'feel' something. She said it was hormones and what I needed was a boyfriend.

    What that meeting at church did, what it did to us was push us over the edge. I told her in no uncertain terms that I was in love with her and not a little bit either, and I spread her legs apart and showed her and I told her to do the same to me. This wasn't kissing, or cupping tits, or snuggling together. Going down on her was outright sex, that was sex, no different than penetration, I used my tongue and my finger.

    Well what of it, the church never tried anything stupid again, my father had then cornered, the policy was about male homosexuality, you know sticking a dick up another man's ass, but it didn't say anything about two young girls who liked to suck tits, and stick their face in each other's pussy. The word vagina, or pussy, or breast, was not in the policy. We were not asked to leave the church, what we were asked to do was to keep our hands to ourselves around the church and the parishioners, we agreed but mostly because our parents told us to cool off.

    But hormones are crazy, our senior year was crazy, we didn't date officially but we went to the prom with two other girls who just so happened to like pussy and we ended up at the lake house of one of the girls all four naked in a bed, but we didn't trade pussy, jealousy just didn't allow it. It was the first time that I ate pussy in front of other girls, they ate pussy too, we sucked tits and we made out together, but couples, no swapping, we had sex all night, anything goes sex and we got pretty nasty outdoing each other, that night we found out for sure if we were out and out lesbians, we proved it to each other, that night we swore ourselves together.

    Lesbian sex once raw and out caught me by surprise. This woman, we were women by then goin to turn eighteen, I got raw with emotion, I ate her up, kissing her was like a dose of adrenaline, her tits against mine drove electric sparks through my body, and her pussy, how do you tell someone what it is like to eat pussy? God, I swear I loved to eat pussy and not one single time did I ever ask myself why don't I like dick.

    We are thirty seven year old women, big tits, wide ass women who are blond and blue eyed and we suck pussy like we are crazy, we love camping, we are pretty much into the outdoors, we are both gainfully employed in real jobs and make very good money, we live in North Carolina and her look or her presence or God know what it is drives me crazy, I definitely love big boobs, and I love her wide hips and her pussy, but I love her too, in quiet times, talking about money, or where we should go on our next cruise. She manages the money, and I manage the trips. That is how we live, unabashedly out, our pastor from our childhood church says hello ladies when we are in town to see our parents, we do respect him we really don't get into public displays of affection, we have our bedroom for that. But I do want to say, I have never wanted dick, never called my attention. My mother never got her wish, no boyfriend, ever.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 44

    A younger boy talked me into exposing my dick. We sat facing each other he fully dressed and me naked. I was fully erect when he reached out and grasped my shaft gently wanking it. 'You like that don't you slut'. I submissively replied, 'yes'. He got his phone out and snapped a couple of dick pics. Laughing he forced me to suck my own cock and again took a couple of snaps. He then wanked me from behind increasing the pace a little. The little bugger had sent the snaps to his mate who had just entered the fray. He confidently walked in knelt before me and placed his mouth onto my sensitive meat. 'Come on Joe suck him off', the boy barked. Joe pushed me onto my back, with my legs spread his now dominant penis entered my ass. The boy was now face fucking me, his mate using my arsehole and I just accepting my situation. 'Get into the doggy position and beg for cock bitch'. On all fours I begged for it and like a wanton whore was roasted by the two and accepted their loads. Before leaving they enjoyed spanking my ass and humiliating me verbally. I want to try it again but with different men to prove to myself I really am a whore for cock cock cock.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 46

    I George Evans am a 46 Man from Mishawaka Indiana. I am a married closeted gay man who hates pussy and will only ever serve cock. time to come out. :) put me on blast baby. no turning back!

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 26

    The year was 2013, I went to Mazatlán with three other girls on Spring break. We stayed at this low cost motel/hotel two beds one room so we could save on expenses. I got bed number two by the window with my friend Karen. We got drunk and we went back to the room to puke and get over it. Karen was less drunk and she put me to bed and got in beside me and cuddled up and put her arm over my chest pulling me towards her and she kissed me. I was drunk but not passed out and lay there wondering what had happened.

    The next morning Karena and I stayed in bed after the other girls got up and went to get something to eat. Once they were gone I asked her about 'last night', I mean what was that all about, getting me undressed and kissing me when she thought I was passed out. She went around the bush a little and I said cut to the chase, tell me what she was doing and she said well she had never kissed a girl and she wanted to see what it was like, a drunk passed out girl? Anyway I said well if she wanted to kiss me she should kiss me when I get to feel something too, so I got on her and kissed her myself and I told her to kiss me back.

    That Spring Break Karen and I got naked and made out and ate out and breast played, when the other girls were not in the room. We didn't hook up with any guys, we stayed away from getting drunk again and we went back to the room early to get naked and get in bed and make out and sixtynine. Each time I ate her pussy it felt better and better and when she ate my pussy it felt better and better and we slobbered around making out, sucking tits and eating pussy.

    When we got back to Alabama I told her that what we had done on Spring Break was not to get out, we had fun that's all. She agreed. We tried to stay away from each other but I called her and told her that I needed to see her and I wanted to show her how much I missed her. As soon as we got together we fell on her bed and started to make out and we ended up eating pussy. I fell to the ground at the foot of the bed and I told her I gave up, I wanted her pussy and I went back to eating her and after she came I laid down beside her and asked now what?

    We ate pussy, that is what we did. We made out, that is what we did. We lay in bed until noon, that is what we did. We hooked up, that is what we did. We became exclusive and our close friends figured it out, our friends from Mazatlán confessed that they had seen us and left us alone in the room, we kissed at a party for her birthday, we essentially came out as a couple on campus.

    We are much more settled down, we both work and we get home in the evening and we have a bite to eat, watch television, get ready for bed and sleep. On weekends we lay in bed together and on Sundays we go to church. I guess that once every two weeks we eat pussy or something like that, we kiss to say hello and good night, we are 'out', we don't hook up with anyone else. I haven't wanted to be with anyone, I want to go home and be with her. What changed is the desire to get naked and have sex. It takes a lot to get that going, maybe it is work stress or we are just an old 'married' couple but I miss the spontaneity of just getting naked and making out.

    We have bought tickets to go on a cruise later this Spring, we want a honeymoon which we never had, we graduated and we went to work two weeks after we got out of college. I want that feeling again, that is what I want.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 28

    Today I am women's soccer coach at a private school. But when I was in high school I was a soccer player in a private school. We were a small school so I knew all the players and over the years I had pretty much spent the night with all of them at one birthday party or another. We were all getting bigger all over and some of us were turning into hard body girls and others were syphoned off to go to Home Ec. or some other equally useless course. There was no way that I was going to stop playing.

    In the tenth grade a senior girl dared me to suck her pussy. We came off the pitch, we hadn't showered and she sat back on the bench and opened her legs and told me to get down and suck her pussy. The other girls watched. I didn't know it at the time but it was my initiation into their very special club. There were parties, sleep overs, and usually the parties were held at this one girl's house who had a pool cabana away from her house. We ate pussy there, we had tits, we got naked, we watched hard core lesbian movies that somehow some of the girls got on a disc.

    Our teacher had played soccer in college and she told me that I had what it took, and if I let her she would put me up for a scholarship. She took me under her wing and in my senior year she told me that she believed I would get a soccer scholarship at the University of Oklahoma. She kissed me, and not in a sisterly or motherly way, and I ate her pussy.

    At the University of Oklahoma I met this Texas girl, she was from the Dallas area and she was just so perfect, blonde with blue eyes, tallish and hard, and she was standoffish but I could tell that she needed a pussy eating to fit in. I obsessed over her pussy for the longest time and then I had the chance, we were at a party with a lot of other college kids and the opportunity presented itself and I got her cornered and said that we didn't have to hang out there and we could go back to my dorm and I would show her what it was like to be admired and loved. I ate her pussy and she admitted to me that she was one of us, she just didn't want that reputation at school.

    But we had been thrown together and she became my first steady girlfriend and like it or not she got the reputation. We finished college and I got this job that I have. I have a squad of mostly girls from professional families, they are all into sports and other activities, the school that I teach at doesn't accept boys so most of the socializing is between girls. I can pick them out, those that have already tried and those that are going to try. It is a look that they have, the way they look at their teammate, the ones that are in love and those that have a crush and those that do it for fun.

    I don't fantasize about them, it is their turn to have fun. I eat out with my steady who teaches across town. She ended up with a teaching degree and she teaches American History and is the girl's basketball coach. We compare notes, her students are mostly inner city and it is the same thing there. You can tell and we are hardly ever wrong. Its like a guitar string, we know when it is in tune.

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