Beginnings, oral, anal, f/f, F/FF
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl discovering her lesbian. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Vanessa
By
Jan
I grew up in a rural community in southern Texas, where Friday night high school football is everything. I was like most girls my age. The prospect of dating a member of the football team was exciting for me. One night I was invited on a double date with one of my girlfriends and her boyfriend another team member. We were 16-year-olds and foolish. My friend was the typical cheerleader type. She had an excitable bubbly personality, on the slender side, small breasts, shapely legs, and blonde hair. I was only Five-feet-tall and I would describe myself as a full-figured gal with monstrous 38- F- cup tits. I had long red-hair, and blue gray eyes. We got drunk on Strawberry Hill booze. Our dates encouraged us to go down on each other. We wound up putting on a sex show for our dates in the back seat of the var.
We shed our clothes and while she laid back against the armrest of the driver-side of the back seat of the car and her right leg resting on the seat and the foot of left leg resting on the back of the console between the front seats. I was kneeling on the floorboard of the back seat, and I clung to her thighs while I did my best to bring her to an orgasm by sucking on her cunt and tonguing her little clit until she actually squirted on my face. When it was my turn to sit on the back seat on the passenger side, she did show an interest in sucking on my big tits, but showed little desire to suck on my redhaired pussy.
Following that date my girlfriend decided that she hated me, and it wasn't long before I got a reputation of being a slut that lasted for the remainder of my high school career. Upon graduation I moved to Austin to attend college.
Being a long way from home I spent a lot of lonely nights in my dorm. My mind began to wander back to about one of my high school teachers. Laying in my bed I brought myself to orgasms by masturbating and thinking about that teacher. There were rumors about her, but no one could actually say they had first hand knowledge that they knew for sure about her. Ms. Evens was at least a head taller than me. I never grew any taller than Five- Feet-tall. She had small breasts that couldn't have been any larger than a 36-B-cup. Her hair was lovely shoulder length, with soft waves, that was brown. She came across as a meek personality hiding behind tortoiseshell glasses. After some days of soul searching, I decided why not reach out. I called my old high school on a whim and left a message for her. I figured being so many miles away this would ease my embarrassment. When she returned my call, not only did she remember me but agreed to meet for coffee when I came home.
We got together a few times for coffee when I made the trip home to visit my family. Ms. Evens finally looked me in the eye and quietly asked: "Vanessa, I have the feeling that there is something you want to say or ask? It took me a moment before I worked up the nerve to speak. "I called you because I thought you would understand how lonely I feel in Austin. There were rumors about you when I was in school. Oh, no one at school could actually say they knew firsthand about what they had heard. I'm sure that you heard stories about me as well. The truth is in my junior year I went on a double date with a couple of football players and we got drunk and the guys encouraged the other girl and me to have sex with each other. I actually found that I enjoyed eating the blonde's pussy. The blonde enjoyed sucking my big tits, but when it came time for her to eat my pussy she balked. After that night I was branded at the school slut willing to fuck anyone male or female. In truth I was shunned the reminder of high school. While in Austin I have to confess to you that I had been having wet dreams about you at night in my dorm room. I wasn't sure if you would reject me or not."
Ms. Evens reached across the table and took hold of my hand and kissed my fingers. She told me: "I knew about the rumors about both of us. The reason no one had any firsthand knowledge about me was because I only date my college girlfriends and professors. I never dated any locals. If you are interested, I'm about to make an exception." She scribbled an address on a card and pushed it across the table. "I'm about to leave, and if you find your way to that address. I would be overjoyed."
As she left, I looked at the address. I knew that the address was on the highway through town and the address was miles out of town. It was almost within the city limits of the neighboring town.
It was almost an hour's drive to the address. I had to turn off the highway and drive almost another mile before coming to a farmhouse with some old dilapidated barns and other sheds. As I pulled my car to a stop in front of the house, Ms. Evens came out of the house in bare feet and stood on the porch with a warm smile as she awaited me to join her. When I mounted the steps to the porch, she hugged me like an old friend. She ushered me into her home. Being a gracious hostess, she insisted on making us tall iced cocktails. We soon made our way to her bedroom where I was to learn about all of the things she enjoyed doing with her classmates and professors. I equally enjoyed the taste of her dark brown pubic haired pussy. I found ways to return home and visit Ms. Evens as often as possible.
Later-on I was working in the Dallas Fort Worth area and I frequented the lesbian bars in the area when I was in need of a lesbian assignation. For example, one evening I allowed myself to be picked up by an aggressive butch. She looked like a linebacker football player. She walked like a bulldog. She was way taller than me. She had short spiky blonde hair like Bart Simpson and probably weighed in at 250lbs. As soon as we left the bar and made our way to the parking lot behind the bar, she placed me on the hood of her car and exposed my big tits and played and sucked them before pulling my panties off and eating my pussy. Before she was finished, we had an audience of possibly a baker's dozen applauding the performance. I never got to see her boobs, but her breasts sagged and hung heavy on her chest. She remained virtually clothed until I yanked her pants down, her pubic area was unmanicured but her vagina was very clean. I used my tongue to part the thick dark pubic hair and found that her clitoris was a big as a two-year-old boy's penis. I latched onto her clit and sucked her off like I would have sucked a man's cock. The only thing that would have made that night perfect would have been exchanging numbers. She was the one that got away.
I recently received a Spa package as a gift to a salon. On my first visit I quickly identified a young trainee that was a soft butch. I made an appointment with her regardless of her talents with skin and hair. After many visits later we got close and it happened. She was also no taller than me. She wore her hair in what can be called a military man's haircut. I think it's called high and tight. Anyways, she was dark haired, good tan. 38-C-cup breasts, and had her pubic hair on her vulva shaved into an arrow pointing the way to her vagina. She was thick, a lot like me. She took me to the back for a shampoo room and while my head was in the basin, she ran her hands over my massive tits. I returned the favor as I sat in the chair while she styled my hair. She's been my go-to-girl for not only beauty and styling but for those needs my husband just can't manage.
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