Oh My, Being Lesbian When I Was Young Was A Bit Difficult
When I hit puberty I became rebellious. I couldn't do anything my parents didn't yell at me. In spite of everything, including running away one time, I had no interest in sex of any kind. It just wasn't part of my mind or my psyche. My parents reached the breaking point and put me in a boarding school in Bern Switzerland. Not cheap by any means, but a place where they worked with teens and taught them to be obedient. It was the mantra of the nuns there that a girl's obedience is her ticket into heaven.
They scared me into obedience. All I needed was an older man with authority and I went obedient. My father for instance found that I did what he wanted. After I finished at that school, curiously it was advertised as a finishing school for girls, I went to college to study art in New York City. The idea of me living in a dorm wasn't something my parents thought good for me, so they bought an apartment on the upper East side where I could live and go to school. But, after all I was still a teenager, so they hired this woman to live with me, Anny. She was 25 at the time.
Anny liked naked girls. I'll be blunt about it. She had fixation of the vulva, and if I covered myself she would slap my hand away. A nice vulva was worth gold to her. Especially if she could kiss it. I got my vulva kissed. And she trimmed my vulva for presentation. She had a camera and took a lot of pictures. Not only of my vulva but of my tits too. And full frontal pictures. She and I would sit and enjoy them, run our fingers over the lips of my vulva. She had a vulva of her own, which she kept trimmed back, and I kissed the lips of her vulva. It wasn't enough for her so we kissed lips to lips and tits to tits. So small me, so big her, she had jugs and I had titties. It took no time at all for me to go full lesbian.
I was one day in a swim suit, sunbathing. She came by to see if I needed anything. She got down beside me and kissed me on the lips, and then kissed my vulva. She told me that she loved me and wanted to keep me. She took my top off and kissed my titties. All of this was normal, except we were outside, and the neighbor lady could see everything. Between the pictures, which I still have, and showing off to the neighbor, I enjoyed having sex with her.
When I returned home after college my father sold the apartment. I was supposed to go work at this bank as a teller, but it was so boring I couldn't stand it. I set up a small business of restoration and cleaning of older paintings. I met a lady who owned an old painting, from some relative. It wasn't a nice painting, but it was old and I cleaned it up and it changed it's whole presentation. On the painting, was a scene of two naked girls by a stream. Little titties and little vulvas. The painter knew his stuff. I had to show the owner and touch the little titties. She laughed with me and touched my titty. A kiss followed and a hand up my crotch grabbing. Well I returned the favor and we were on a bed licking and kissing. We had 'sex', raw 'sex' with tongues and fingers. She wanted to kiss so we kissed. Everything was ok except for one thing, she was fifty. And a real bonafide dyke.
I couldn't stand it, I asked my father to bring my companion to live with us. She agreed and came to live with us. She had the bedroom beside me, with a shared bathroom. One morning early my mother found us all cuddled up in bed together. Between the rumors that circulated from the DYKE, and my mother finding us, it 'became apparent' that I participated in lesbian sex. Off with her head, get rid of the companion! I told them as even tempered as possible, where my companion goes, I go. I love her and she loves me and anyway it was their fault, they brought us together. We moved out into a small house for us to live in.
