The first time I had sex was when I was sixteen years old, nearly ten years ago now. My boyfriend and I had been dating for nine months at the time and it seemed like the right thing to do. He was a pretty good boyfriend, no abuse; lots of flowers, things like that, and all my friends were already having amateur sex with their boyfriends. So one night I decided that I was okay with going all the way, and, to no one’s surprise, he was okay with it too. He put on a condom and we began the awkward dance of the losing of the virginity. After a few minutes it was over and he was quite happy. I can’t say that I had same experience, but since all my friends had told me it gets better over time we kept at it. Over the next month we had sex at least three times a week, usually more, but it never got any better for me. Sadly, it ended up being the thing that broke us up, although in the end it was a good thing for both of us.

I didn’t date again until I got to college, and once I began dating again it wasn’t with men. It turns out the reason I never got into the sex is because I’m an amateur lesbian. I’m not attracted to men, and although it took me a long time to figure that out I’m quite sure of it now. The second week of college I met a beautiful blonde girl named Donna in the dorm’s common room. She was there working on a paper for her English class and so was I. When I put my books down for a break Donna did as well. She came right over to where I was working and sat down next to me, introducing herself. We hit it off right away, although I was unaware that she was flirting with me at first. We talked about where we grew up, what our parents were like, why we chose the school, etc. It was like a first date, and it was only when Donna leaned in and kissed me that I awoke to that realization. When I felt her soft lips against mine, her tongue running along my lips and urging them to open, it was like I was reborn. I responded to her kiss almost without thinking. It was like instinct had taken over and a lesbian was born.

My hand immediately went to the back of her head and we were soon locked in a passionate kiss. When we broke the kiss I looked deeply into her eyes and told her “Thank you.” She looked confused, but then I kissed her again and explained how with one simple kiss she had awoken a part of me that had been dormant forever. With just one soft touch from her supple skin I knew that I was a lesbian, born to be with women. After that day in the common room my sexy girlfirend Donna and I were inseparable. The college was very liberal so we were able to hold hands, hug, and kiss in public without any problems from our fellow students. Most people didn’t even look twice in fact, although two good looking girls kissing in public is bound to draw a few stares.

For the first two weeks of our relationship we kept it strictly to kissing and a little bit of over the clothes petting. It was at the end of that second week, it was a Saturday night I believe, that Donna brought me back to her room after we had seen a movie together. She informed me that her roommate was away for the weekend and that she wanted me to spend the night. I had been thinking about getting more intimate with Donna since I had met her so I had no nervous feelings about spending the night. In fact, after she finished telling me she wanted me to spend the weekend with her I pulled my top off and grasped her in my arms, kissing her on the mouth and helping to pull her top off. Both topless we fell onto her bed and continued to make out. I broke out kiss and lowered my head to her chest, finding her hard nipple and taking it into my mouth. I ran my tongue around her areola and then sucked hard, darting the tip of my tongue back and forth over her nipple.

She groaned in pleasure and put both of her hands on the back of my head, showing her pleasure with physical touch. I switched to her other breast and worked a hand down her pants, fingering her already wet pussy and rubbing her hardened clit, the ultimate female pleasure spot. I pulled her panties off fully and leaned over her, whispering into her ear that I wanted to eat her pussy. She responded only with the word please so I lowered my head to her crotch and let my tongue do the work. She tasted delicious and I took in as much of her beautiful pussy as I could with my tongue. I licked her clit, sucked on her labia, and drove my tongue up into her hot hole, soaking up as much of her sweet taste as I could. After I had sufficiently experienced her tasty pussy I turned my full attention to her clit and producing an orgasm. After only five short minutes of pussy eating pleasure her body was shaking and she was screaming out in pleasure. I had obviously done my job well.

After her orgasm subsided Donna motioned for me to lie on top of her and I did so. She kissed me passionately, communicating her deep pleasure at my oral skills without saying anything at all. I kissed her back, pushing the leftover juices from her pussy into her mouth. After she had fully recovered from the body shaking orgasm Donna laid me down on the bed and returned the oral favor, working my body like a pro until I had my very own earth shaking orgasm. We spent the rest of the exploring different ways to please each, even going so far as to use Donna’s vibrator for some penetrative pleasure. Donna and I dated for the rest of the year and my heart broke when she had to transfer to another school because her father had died and the family had run out of money to pay for school. We decided it would be best not to pursue a long distance relationship, but I was crushed nonetheless.

Since then I’ve dated countless women and I’ve yet to find a relationship on the caliber of the one Donna and I had. I’m sure that has something to do with it being college, and it being my first relationship, but there was also something special about her that other girls just don’t seem to have. Perhaps someday I’ll find it. Keep your fingers crossed for me.