Lesbianism - personal experiences
My first time was with Anne Marie. She was so beautiful, like a tiny perfect doll, short and very slender. She had the most incredible blue eyes, and long, thick, blonde hair with just a little natural curl. She had the softest smoothest skin I have ever seen and the most wonderful taste in clothes. She always looked like you could just eat her.
She came for supper one night. I was determined to tell her how I felt about her. Until that night, I hadn't said anything to her. We lit some candles and had a couple of glasses of wine each. Probably from the wine I got the courage to kiss her and much to my surprise and delight she kissed me right back. Shivers ran through me as her slender little tongue slipped into my mouth. We kissed for ages before I had the courage to slip my hand under her black cashmere sweater and caress her silky back.
We kissed for another age, it seemed, before I got the courage to unhook her tiny little bra and slide my hands up her silky little tummy and over her hungry little breasts. She seemed to like it a lot so I kissed my way up her flat smooth stomach and slipped one of her hard little nipples into my mouth. I really wanted to bite it but I held myself back and just nibbled a little. I was so turned on I was sure I would burst.
She was squirming and whimpering, so I knew that she liked it too.
I slid my hand up her warm silky legs and began to caress her tiny little bum over her panties. I was pretty sure that she did not want me to stop any more than I wanted to. I slid down to her knees and started to kiss my way up the inside of her thighs to the crotch of her black silk panties. By the time I got there she was already lifting her bum so I could slip them off. She smelled so good. I slipped them off and kissed my way back up her thighs to her waiting little sex. In the candle light it was so pretty, her tiny pink lips glistened with her girl juices. I ran my tongue up her little crack, it tasted kind of tart, maybe like grapefruit. I ran the bottom of my tongue over her clit.
She whimpered, "Don't stop; don't ever stop."
I had no intentions of ever stopping. I didn't know what I was doing but I loved it and so did she. I just kept licking and sucking and tasting her until she said she didn't know if she could take any more and then I pushed back the hood and gently sucked her clit until she screamed. I am sure she came; her whole pelvic floor was twitching.
I slid up beside her and asked her if she was having a good time? She burst into tears and started to sob. I held her and rocked her and waited for her to calm down. She said she had to go home that she couldn't see me any more. I asked her, "What did I do wrong?"
She said, "Nothing, you did nothing wrong you did everything right, but if you do that to me again you will make me into a lesbian. I want to get married and have kids someday."
I said, "I probably do too, but not till I know myself a lot better than I do now and meanwhile I want to make love to you over and over and over and over again."
She said, "That is the problem; if I let you do that to me over, and over, and over again I won't be able to go back." Then she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and went home. After that, she would never be alone with me.
I am not sure but I don't think you can make someone into a lesbian. I think we are what we are and we just need to discover what that is. I am now happily married with two children, and so is she.