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Ladies, this is the place for your own special brand of confession. Did you sleep with your best friend's boyfriend? Did your Aunt Flo visit unexpectedly while you were wearing white pants? Did your boyfriend lose a condom inside you? Did the padding in your bra fall out?

The things you can confess here might fall into other sections, too - but here you have your own place to post. Men, feel free to read and reply, but please, let the ladies do all the posting.

After all, this section is for ... Women Only.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 42

    I confess that I am totally in love with my best friends husband. Two years ago she encouraged me to give into my feelings and not fight the inevitable. We took a "Honeymoon Cruise" together and have a plan for sharing, we share one night on one night off. We chose to live under one roof. I am 42, she is 45 and he is 52. Otherwise we are pretty normal middle class people.

    #40114 — Comments (0) — May 6, 2018 at 9:34 PM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 26

    Since my husband is out of town for a couple of weeks for work, I decided to just be lazy today and stay in bed. I was in bed with one of my toys when my phone rang. I answered it, but kept my toy in place.

    It was my best friend, we have known each other since preschool and still live in the same town, she was calling to see if I wanted to go to lunch. I told her "Sure." and we started talking about where to go. All of a sudden she stops and asks: "What is that buzzing?" Then she started laughing and said: "You're playing aren't you?"

    I blushed so hard I thought my face was burning up, but she kept on asking until I finally told her, "Yes."

    The next things she said surprised me, "Good for you!"

    She knows Jim has been away for a week and a half. Then she told me, "I want to here you doing it."

    My mind was racing, my bff wanted to hear me playing. Through the years we have seen each other naked literally hundreds of times and there has never been any sexual attraction. My heart just about stopped when she said, "Let's switch to video chat, I want to see you do it."

    She hung up, then back came the request for a video chat. My finger was trembling so much that I almost missed the button to accept. The screen came on and I was in full view for her to see, but to my shock, so was she--completely naked.

    She reached into her night stand and took out one of the largest rubber cocks I have ever seen, and started rubbing it across herself--pressing it between her breasts, licking it, and rubbing it all over, then she did it. She looked at me and said, "I've always known you were a cheap slut too! I'm going to fuck you with this dildo today."

    I froze watching her lube that huge toy, then slide it across her pussy a few times, then press it in. I then saw a side of her that I had never even suspected. "Slide it in bitch! I want to see you fucking too."

    I reinserted my vibe and did as she commanded. We phone sexed orgasm after orgasm for a couple of hours until she was laying there just watching me and said, "Wear something sexy to lunch slut, we are going to continue this in person. See you at Three Sheets at noon."

    Then ended the chat.

    I feel like I am back in middle school, and sneaking off into the woods to play show and tell with that boy, but instead it is with my best friend. I lover her like a sister, the sister that I never had at home, and now we are going to be lovers. Neither of us are lesbian, not even bisexual, but I want to be with her so much now.

    Five inch stiletto heels, red, with shiny black stockings and garter. A red leather mini that I have not worn in years, no panty or bra, and a sheer "white" three quarter sleeve button up blouse. Blood red nail polish, lipstick, and full mascara, shadow, and liner. I look like I am going to stand on a street corner looking to party.

    I feel like I have lost my mind, but I really want this. Wish me luck.

    Crazy "Straight" Girl

    #40081 — Comments (2) — Apr 29, 2018 at 3:49 PM — That's Juicy! (15) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 37

    I live in a garage apartment. The man who owns the house came into the apartment to look at the water heater. While he was there he went into the bathroom where the water heater closet is and I had left a pair of panties on the floor and he walked out with them and asked me if they were mine. He started to chase me around the room to check and see if I had panties on. He pushed me onto the bed and spread my legs and got his face into me. I did have panties on so he just dug his face into my panties. I managed to throw him off but all that did was get him more aggressive and after grabbing me again and throwing me on the bed he told me to lay still.

    He took my panties off and he was very aggressive. He finished with me and told me that I was what he liked and he was going to be visiting me often. When he came up to see me to make sure that I had taken my panties off, he didn't want this fight again.

    He comes up once or twice a week, usually when his wife is out. Sometimes he just came up, he checks under my skirt and he has fast sex. Sometimes he has me get undressed. Sometimes he wears my panties. Sometimes he has me bend over and hold on to a chair. Sometimes he sits in my reading chair and has me lean over him and feed him. Sometimes he has me lay on my back and he eats me. Sometimes he has me get down on the floor and suck him. He loves sniffing my panties, to take them off and he puts them on his face and smells them. He liked to wear them, and have me mouth his penis while he wears my panties.

    I went from a woman without any attention to a woman who was doing things I had only read about. I hated for him to come to see me because I knew he as going to have sex with me. If he didn't come I paced around the apartment waiting for him. I learned to take my panties off and put them on his face and kiss him through the panties. I learned how to bend over and have him take his pleasures with me. I bought some lubricants on line and I learned how to have anal sex.

    I am a school counselor. My job requires me to work with children. During the day when I am listening to some child's issues, I am thinking about what to expect when I see him next. So many days I go to work after having had anal sex the day before. What would these children think if they knew their counselor was fucked silly, or that she crawled on the floor and gave a man a blow job. What would my colleagues say if they knew that I took my panties off the night before and let the man wear them and I suck on my panties and mouth his penis and suck his cum through the panties.

    I am disgusted with what I do. When I think about it. But when he is ready for me, I am willing to do anything. There is a monster in me I never knew about. Nothing is sacred anymore, nothing is off limits anymore. I am a sex doll for him, he just walks up the steps of the apartment and knocks and walks in. He knows I am waiting for him. I can't wait for him to come up the stairs. Tonight, tomorrow night, any night.

    #40074 — Comments (3) — Apr 25, 2018 at 9:48 AM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 27

    My family was on vacation in Hawaii. At the pool I met a guy who was there on a convention. The short of it is that I went with him to his room and he had sex with me. After he had sex with me I walked out on to the veranda overlooking the pool and I could see my mom and my two younger sisters. Right then I felt kind of bad. He walked up behind me and grabbed my hips and asked me what I was looking at. I showed him my mom and sisters. He pulled my bikini down and had sex with me again while I was looking down at my mom.

    Back in the room he asked me to suck him. He said he probably wouldn't get hard again, but he wanted a long slow suck from a pretty girl. He held my face and made me look up to him, he would say 'that's my baby, keep daddy happy'. He never got hard again, but he got hard enough that I sucked him for a long while until I had to stop because my face hurt. We laid naked on the bed and he kissed me and held me. After a long time he said he had to get dressed because he had to go down to the dinner party and I should go back to my mom.

    I didn't tell him that I had never had sex, or that I was a junior in high school. He gave me a business card in case I was ever in the San Francisco area to look him up. The next morning for breakfast I saw him, he was with a young woman, she was holding his hand. A lightning bolt went through me, my chest hurt, my mother asked me what was wrong. I felt really guilty and I told my mom what I had done. I thought she was going to yell at me, but she didn't. She told me I was careless, but what was done was done. I had his card in my purse so I showed it to her. She kept the card, just in case. She could see the girl with him and she told me she looked more like his daughter than some floozy.

    Later that afternoon we were shopping in the gift shop and that girl was there. My mom pushed me towards her and told me to go find out. Not knowing was going to eat me up. I didn't have the courage so my mom walked over to her and started talking. She took her finger and held her ring finger and said she must not be on her honeymoon. My mom was very intrusive but got out of her that she was there with her dad and that she was at school in Arizona and that this was her chance to vacation in Hawaii and they were going to the Arizona memorial the next day. My mom invited herself telling her that we wanted to do the same and she was sure it was ok if we came along, she and my two sisters and me. My dad had a golf game going.

    The next day, when we met her dad, it was very awkward for me. My mom was very up front, asked him a thousand questions, and put me to get along with his daughter and look after my two sisters. The whole day was awkward, from getting on the bus to go over to the memorial, to seeing the memorial and coming back to the hotel. By the time we got back his daughter and I were talking a lot and she was really into helping my sisters get the most of their trip to the memorial. For the next two days she hung out with us, at the pool, at lunch, she went shopping with us.

    On the last night we were there, my family, mom, dad sisters and I went to dinner with him and his daughter. When dinner was over my mom asked me to go to the restroom with her and she told me on the way that I needed to get free and talk to him and let him know that I was going to remember my holiday, but that it should not have happened and if there were any consequences that I was going to let him know. My mom was serious this time and she told me he needed to get on the plane worried sick that he had another baby on the way. And that I should be worried sick that I was going home with a baby on the way. I didn't get the moment to talk to him about anything like that, it was just that moment when we said goodbye and he held my hand and kissed me on the cheek

    I wasn't pregnant, but I got the message. I stayed love sick for him for a long time. His daughter and I stayed in touch and when I was doing my college rounds I wanted to go out to Arizona to check out the college. She was still there working on her Masters. I wanted to go there but my mother convinced me that was a bad idea. Better to live with a memory than ruin it with reality. If he had wanted me he would have come for me. But to realize that a middle aged man wasn't going to want to put up with a teenager.

    I remember vividly my afternoon in Hawaii. I am still in love with him. After college I touched base, and I went out to San Francisco to see him. He was very warm and kind with me and we had a memory kiss that will last a lifetime. But I knew that it was better to just leave it at that. I want the memory. I still feel his hand on my face while he caressed me and asked me to make daddy happy.

    You just can't fall out of love. I think of him everyday.

    #40073 — Comments (0) — Apr 25, 2018 at 8:36 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 29

    I am one of five sisters. My oldest sister went to college and changed her major and changed her school and went to college in Oregon. I was 16 and she asked me to come out and see her. She was a junior at the time. I got permission and my grandparents paid for the air ticket and I went to see my sister. She picked me up at the airport with a friend of hers, another girl. Both she and her friend were dressed like hippies. When we got in the car, I got in the back seat, she leaned over and her friend kissed her on the mouth. She turned to me and said yes, she ate pussy now.

    At their apartment they had one big round bed and they told me I could sleep with them or they could fix me a camp out on the floor. I elected a camp out on the floor. That first night when we were getting ready for bed I went into the small bathroom to brush my teeth and change for bed. I went out into the room and they were both naked, they were 'all natural', they didn't shave their legs or their underarms or their bush. They told me that they slept naked and if I heard anything to never mind because they were having fun.

    As soon as the light was turned off, my sister's roommate laid back on the bed and my sister went down on her. After she got done she got on her knees and asked me if I wanted to try, there was nothing better than pussy.

    I spent four days with them. All their friends were the same type. There was a lot of pot, and sex everywhere. It was all about quick sex hookups, a guy would grab a girl and screw her and then they would continue doing what they were doing. A guy would take another guy and suck him off. Girls would sit in the couch and kiss. And they smoked pot. They had this open sex lifestyle with lots of pot.

    Fast forward to today. I live with my husband in a small community in Western North Carolina. I have three kids, teach school and am active in our church. My older sister lives in the same community with us. She met a coworker and friend of my husband's and they hit it off and she works for the State. She has two kids who are the same age as mine and she is more conservative than I am. She is super mom, her kids are always dressed right and her house is immaculate. My husband really likes her, and he gets along really well with her husband, so we spend a lot of time together. I am sometimes a little liberal when it comes to allowing the kids to be kids. My sister takes over and finds things for the kids to do that are either educational or she takes them outside to get exercise. She brought back with her from college the love of the woods and she takes them for hikes.

    We don't talk about that week I spent with her in Oregon. She put it to bed one day telling me that she was experimenting, but that she is glad I never experimented like that. She was there for me now and we were going to make sure that nothing like that happened again.

    #40053 — Comments (0) — Apr 23, 2018 at 8:39 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 51

    My name is Lisa and I’m a separated mother of two. My married life ended in a sexless unloving nightmare. It had been almost eighteen years since I had sex. The day my husband moved out, it was like a light switch went on. Immediately I began having sexual desires. These desires were very strong. It started with me sleeping nude. The feeling of being nude was amazing. This also caused my sexual desires to increase. I had masturbated for years, but I found myself masturbating more frequently. Soon, I was masturbating multiple times a day. This in turn caused my sexual desires to increase even more.

    One night after masturbating, I was playing a game on my phone when I saw a pic of a guy. He was very cute, so I decided to flirt. He was more than willing to flirt. He told me his name was Matt and he was divorced. Our flirting that night turned into sharing nude pics the following day. That turned into sharing masturbation videos. We talked throughout the day and into the night. Soon, we knew everything about each other. Our discussions centered on sex and our sexual desires. It was exhilarating.

    A few weeks ago, on a Saturday, I was laying in bed that afternoon masturbating and talking with Matt. I had to stop because my daughter and her college friends came to the house. I got up and threw on some clothes to visit with the kids. There were about eight total. I fixed a snack for them and they went to watch tv. During the day, Matt and I chatted and continued our sexual discussions. As I mentioned, my life changed drastically the day of the separation. Sexual thoughts, urges and desires were being woken up deep inside my body. Matt began asking who was at my house. I told him there were four boys and four girls. He began asking me if I had flirted with the boys. These boys were nineteen and I knew them for years. I never had a thought about them until Matt asked if they flirted with me or I had flirted with them. I told Matt a recent story when I was exercising and a few of the boys came down to talk with me. I have nice C cup breasts and my nipples are always hard. It doesn’t matter the situation, my nipples are erect. I happened to be on the elliptical with out a bra that day. It was fairly obvious I was braless. The boys talked to me a long time. I knew they were looking at me and it embarrassed me. But, when I told Matt the story, he told me that I should tease the boys more. I went along with his idea.

    That night I knew the kids were all watching a movie, so I put on a tight white shirt. My nipples were poking out and the shirt was thin enough that is was bordering on being pornographic. With Matt’s encouragement, I went into the kitchen. One of the boys saw me and asked for a snack. He was obviously looking at my chest. It was exciting, but I was a little embarrassed. After giving him the snack, I hurried back to my room. I contacted Matt and told him what happened. He encouraged me to return and have some fun. I was very excited and masturbated before heading back out. Now I was very excited. I sat on the couch when Ryan, Jax and Logan all walked into the room. Two of the boys sat on the couch on either side of me and the last sat in a chair. I asked why weren’t they watching the movie. Logan said they would rather talk to me. I almost orgasmed right there. I was nervous and trying to control myself. As I began talking to the boys, I noticed they were all looking at my chest. My daughter would have freaked out if she would have caught me. I was nervous, but the sexual desires outweighed my fears of being caught. As we talked, I began getting wet. It got to the point that my panties were soaked. I had to get up and take a shower. I told them I had to shower. Ryan and Jax walked away, while Logan stayed. I was walking to my room when Logan asked if I needed someone to wash my back. Playing dumb, I replied that I would be nude. He just smiled and said that was what he was hoping. I smiled very big, gave him a wink and said maybe another time.

    I told Matt who wanted me to ask Logan in, but even though I was very excited, I knew I would get caught. This is when I realized that I wasn’t worried about theses boys were young or they were my daughter’s friends. My only concern was that I could get caught. I knew right then that I wanted Logan. Later that night all the kids left. The next morning my daughter left to go study with a girlfriend. I was chatting with Matt when it began snowing. Logan texted me and asked if I was home. He claimed that he may have forgotten something. Matt encouraged me to greet Logan at the door wearing a skimpy shirt and no panties. I willingly complied. I opened the door for Logan and he saw me and told me that I looked amazing. I smiled, giggled and told him thanks. Logan walked around th house and found what he forgot. I was standing by the door hoping Logan would make a move. He stood there and was talking when he asked if I wanted him and the other boys to clean out my drive later that day. I was really excited and told him I wanted him to come back and plow my drive then I winked. He knew what I meant. I told him that I walk around nude, so he may want to knock first.

    An hour later, Logan, Ryan and Jax returned. They were scooping snow, so I took off all of my clothes and laid on the couch. As I had hoped, I heard the door open. Into the living room walked all three boys. I didn’t even try to cover up. I did comment that I thought they were going to knock so I could get on clothes. But, Ryan smiled and said that is why they didn’t knock. Logan sat on the couch beside me and began fingering me. I was wet instantly. It took a few minutes before I took him to my room. He took off his clothes and I laid on the bed. Here it was my first sexual experience in almost eighteen years. Logan slid in and with a few pushed he came. I was upset and he was embarrassed. I told him I wanted to do it again. He said he was sorry, but I told him I wanted more. He hurried out of the room as I laid on the bed and wanted to cry. Before I could, Jax walked in. I was shocked. He began taking off his clothes. He was already erect as I got out of bed and began sucking his cock. I stood up and told him I need to use the restroom and said I would be right back. He followed me and I asked for a minute when he pushed me toward the sink. I was bent over and he began fucking me from behind. I still had Logan’s cum inside me and now Jax was fucking me. I began moaning and Jax fucked me harder. I began having an orgasm when Jax came inside of me. Jax walked away and I was able to clean myself out. I heard someone walk in and I looked up to see Ryan. I greater him as he began taking off his clothes. I was very pleased to see Ryan was blessed with a little larger than normal cock.

    Ryan began kissing me and rubbing my breasts. I was getting excited. He began rubbing my clit as I moved to give him head. He pulled me up and continued fingering me. I was excited and when I reached down to stroke his cock, I had an orgasm. Ryan walked me to the bed and I asked to give him head, but he said we will soon. We laid on the bed as we kissed and touched one another all over. As I stroked Ryan, I felt the cum beginning to ooze from his cock. I went down and put his wet cock in my mouth. I could taste the cum and told him that he tasted so good. I was sucking his cock fairly quickly when he told me to slow down. That excited me as I wanted to fuck him slowly. When he was ready, I straddled him and slide in his cock. We smiled at each other as we began having sex. It was very good. He took his time and I thought he was about to cum when he stopped me. I laid down beside him as we kissed. Finally he got up and took me by the hand. My bedroom door was shut and on the other side was Logan and Jax. I asked what we were doing. I was a little concerned. Ryan grabbed me and pinned me against the door. We began kissing passionately. He listed my legs and began risking me while I was pinned against the door. He was fucking me so hard. I thought we were going to break the door. I began moaning and yelled I was cumming. We continued having sex and as I was cumming the second time, I begged Ryan to cum too. He did!!!

    When we were done, Ryan opened the door. We were both nude. He looked at the other guys and told them that is how you fuck a woman. I smiled and agreed. The boys left right after, but I told them to please cum again. I could have never done any of this without the encouragement of Matt. I hope one day to meet Matt and show him my appreciation.

    #40025 — Comments (1) — Apr 20, 2018 at 4:23 PM — That's Juicy! (16) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Lesbian Female / 54

    In many ways my life has been difficult. In other ways my life has been easy. I was born into a well to do professional family. I married young, I was 22 and I had just graduated from college. I was a virgin. My first penetration was horrible. My second was worse. I didn't have a third penetration voluntarily.

    There was no pain. It was the man. The closeness. I had children. I worked myself into accepting penetration for the purpose of getting pregnant. I was what was called a frigid wife. The doctors told me that it happened, but there was no basis for it and it was something that I had to get used to. I never did. I spent a lot of time with a therapist.

    My marriage was ok on in all the other ways. I was happy once the children were born and they were out of me. I was happy being the wife. I was happy that I didn't have to work. And I was happy because my husband messed around and had girlfriends. My rule was not to know who they were. I didn't care. If he didn't have a girlfriend then he wanted to have sex with me. I wanted him to have a girlfriend. In spite of the girlfriends I was forced to have sex with him. One way or the other, he figured out how to hold me down and he got penetration and had enough control to usually have ejaculation. That is how my third child was born.

    I was thirty five. I was volunteering at the library. I met a woman there who was single, also in her mid thirties. I could not imagine how a good looking woman like her was single. Why she wasn't married bothered me. She had never been married either. I knew spinsters, but they were not nice good looking women. This woman was very good looking. I had to find out, I asked her many times why she didn't find a man. I offered for her to have my husband introduce men to her. She declined, and she evaded my questions.

    One afternoon, she and I had been stacking books all afternoon. She came over and gave me a book. It was a novel about two young women that fall in love. It was my first novel of that sort. I read it in one sitting. I gave it back to her the next day and she asked if I understood. I was so stupid I asked her what was I supposed to understand. And her answer was even more difficult to understand, 'me and you, that is what the book is about'. She came up close to me and asked me if I saw myself in that book. She put her hand on my face and kissed me in a long kiss. She separated and looked at me for good while with her hand on my face and kissed me again in a long, long kiss. She said 'me and you, that is what the novel is about'.

    We became lovers. As lovers she convinced me to be more receptive to my husband. Don't fight. It didn't matter. He had his girlfriends, and I had my girlfriend. He got naked with his girlfriends and I got naked with my girlfriend. He got down on his girlfriend and I got down on my girlfriend. When he wanted to get with me the best thing to do was to just let it happen. My trick was that when it was happening I was thinking of my girlfriend.

    My life has been easy. I have never had a need for money. I have always been loved. I have children. I have a husband. I have a home. I have a safe retirement. I have a secret life that makes me guilty and makes me happy. I found a girlfriend in my mid thirties that exploded sex for both of us. Everything I was told to do by my therapist I did with her and it worked. I gave myself to her. Gave, surrendered, belonged to her. And she surrendered and belonged to me. My husband's girlfriends came and went. My girlfriend stayed.

    I help my friend, I let her live in a rent house we bought for something her social security can afford. I am an easy landlord. I am always giving her things. I make the mistake of having a close relationship with my tenant. What do I do when I go see her? Just because I have know her all my life doesn't mean I am responsible for her. My children do not know. My husband tells them that sometimes you have to help a friend.

    If my children knew that their mother gets naked with her girlfriend and takes a long hot bath with her, and she lays on a big bed with her and kisses and makes love with her they would die. They know their father is always chasing women. They don't know about their mother's lover.

    #40020 — Comments (0) — Apr 20, 2018 at 9:07 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 53

    No confession, just putting it out there. I was part of a gang. You did not fuck around on your man. Most of the time he came back to you. But if he came back and he had a chick with him, you let him fuck her. Those were the rules. Men fuck chicks, their own chicks, other men's chicks, chicks they pick up. Me, I was his woman for the entire time. No one fucked with me, except him.

    It is just the way it was.

    #40013 — Comments (1) — Apr 19, 2018 at 4:03 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 24

    My memory of that evening was the hand on my thigh. It was a strong hand, a warm hand and I couldn't get it off my thigh. At first it was on top of my thigh, then it started to reach in between my legs. I was using both of my hands to take it off, then a whap on my hands, a stare into my eyes, and his hand back up high on my thighs, turned in fingering me. I kept my hands on his hand while he fingered me trying to listen to his conversation. I got kissed and he told me he was taking me home right then before I had an accident.

    Walking me up the stairs to my apartment he touched my ass, he said it was a great ass and he couldn't wait to get a piece of it. I couldn't work my key. He held me and he used the key to open the door. I turned on the lights and we went straight back to the bed and he took off my panties and ate me out. He stood up looking down on me, told me to keep my legs open that he liked looking at my pussy. He took off his shoes and got off his pants and shirt and told me to give him tits and he fucked me.

    People ask me how I know I am in love with him. When did I know I was in love with him. What were the clues. I can't tell them what happened that night, or that I had only met him one time before, I can't tell them that I had given up when I was sitting beside him while he was working his hand up my thigh to finger me in the bar. Or that he told me that night that a great piece of ass is all a man wants. I can't tell them that he fucked me and I had not even gotten undressed.

    I made up a story, about meeting him, how he made me laugh, and we went out several times, and one night, just one of those nights with a full moon, we ended up kissing on my doorstep. It really doesn't matter, I fell in love, or whatever you want to call it. He doesn't have to feel me up in a public place, he can do that at my apartment. I know girls that had to give hand jobs or blow jobs in bars. I am thankfully not one of those girls.

    I was not a virgin that night. But in many ways I was. I had never been with a man. Not a man, college guy yes, man no. That night I was with a man. He wants a girlfriend, someone to hang on him, sleep with him, pick up his suit at the cleaners. I am not saying this is the type of girlfriend I dreamed of being, but it is the type of girlfriend I am.

    #40008 — Comments (0) — Apr 19, 2018 at 9:53 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
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    Lesbian Female / 47

    I went on a school outing, a hike up a mountain with my class. There were other schools there that day as the hike was an organized fund raiser. On the way down the mountain I went the wrong way and was lost. A older guy from another school came along and I got felt up and kissed and eventually screwed by him. After he screwed me he had me give him oral sex. I had never been stripped or screwed. He really liked by tits and he sucked on me for a long while. When we finally got dressed and he escorted me down the mountain we were the last ones to get to the bus parking area. He walked me to my bus and reminded me whose dick I sucked.

    I was 14 and my parents didn't let him see me. I saw him after school, and I had a friend who would invite me over and he would come see me there. At her house he had sex with me. One day my friend asked me how he did it and I told her how he stuck himself in me. I also told her that you could do it from behind. She didn't believe me, but she let him see me at her house.

    When I turned 17 I told my mother that I was having sex and I wanted to get on the pill. At that time the pill was not in general use and girls on the pill were all considered sluts. You never admitted you were on the pill. I told my mother that if she didn't get me on the pill I was just going to go ahead and get pregnant. This was 1973, my senior year in highschool.

    After that conversation with my mother our relationship was never the same again. To her that fact that I had been having sex since I was 14 meant that I was a slut. She had been against me going to college, but after she knew I was a slut she wanted me out of the house. In college I was on the pill and I had sex as often as I could. By then I really liked it, I liked being his girlfriend, and I liked being grown up. Most of the other freshmen were still dating in a serious sort of way, I was sleeping with my boyfriend.

    At a party, I hung out with my boyfriend so most of all the kids we were with were graduate students or already out of college. At this party a girl who was a freshman was taken upstairs by one of the guys. She looked at me, and I felt sorry for her and went to my boyfriend and told him to go get her before that guy screwed her. He got to her in time, and I took her back with me to our apartment and had her sleep with me there. When my boyfriend came he got in bed with both of us but I kept him off of her. Although we were three years apart in age she became my best friend and I kept her from getting hurt.

    When I graduated and it was time to move to a job I asked her to come with me and she could finish at the university in the city I had gotten a job. The university was a commuter school and quite large. During that time she and I became very close and ended up getting intimate together.

    I went on and got married to my boyfriend and she was my maid of honor. I spent my honeymoon night with her, my husband was getting drunk with his friends.

    Fast forward to today, we are now in our sixties and she and I have been together all these years. My husband did his part, and we raised a family. Somewhere a long time ago, on a late night conversation with her after an emotional lovemaking session, that particular night we were hugging each other and didn't want to let go, we admitted that maybe we had deeper feelings for eachother. It was after that night that I gave up pretending. I am pretty sure that my husband had suspicions early on, while we were in college, but it wasn't until we were in our forties that he brought up the subject and said we were lesbians. We didn't say anything, we just didn't disagree.

    Today, I am 67 years old and she is 64, I can still see that look in her eyes as that guy was hauling her upstairs. That is the day that I fell for her. I knew that very day that I had to do something. I am glad I did. I can't imagine her life if that guy had gotten away with what he was going to do. If there is any one thing that sets us into holding eachother it is talking about that night. For us that was our wedding night.

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