NAME: Julie
Story: I was 20, and it happened at a wedding reception.

By the time I was 14, I was pretty sure I was gay. I mean, most girls have already at least BEGUN to realize sexual urges by then. Mine seemed directed toward women, and the older I got the stronger that female attraction became.

Anyway, I closeted those feelings as much as I could. Through the end of high school and first two years of college I just remained the "quiet, kinda' shy girl" everyone knew me as. Then, one Saturday in June, that all changed.

Some cousin on my stepfather's side was getting married and having a big wedding with some huge (~500 people) reception at the big Holiday Inn Convention.... whatever. I didn't want to go, but seeing as how I was shy and had few friends in college and even fewer in my hometown, I had nothing to do so I went anyway. And that's when I met Sarah.

Sarah is really quite a one-of-a-kind girl. She's pretty, yet boyish. She's obnoxious, yet reserved. She brags while remaining humble, she likes new things but loves the comforts of the familiar, she... oh jeez - I'm babbling. I suppose she's... well... femme yet butch. If one must label.

So anyway, I'm at this wedding and I first see Sarah walking up the aisle. She's a bridesmaid - the bride's youngest sister. I noticed her and felt an attraction immediately. She's tall with short dirty-blonde hair and a well-kept figure and she looked so stunningly exquisite and handsome, just sauntering so sexily up that aisle, that I felt a butterfly or two just from watching her.

(Although, and let's be honest girls, who doesn't get at least slightly lusty for half of the girls at a wedding reception?)

Wedding march, blah blah, 'I do', blah blah, throw rice, more blah, then the reception.

It was there we first made eye contact. She was sitting at the head table while I was trying very hard not to make it obvious I was staring. During the best man's speech, as I continued ogling that sweet girl, she turned suddenly and looked directly at me. Like a deer caught in headlights, I froze. She moved slightly, put her hand under her chin, smiled, winked at me, then turned back to the speech.

What?!?!? Did... did she REALLY just wink at me? I was now a little giddy. After the speeches and toasts and usual wedding moments, the guests got up to dance, socialize, etc. I had already found my way to the bar. Where, as you know, being close to 21 is many times good enough. I got an Amaretto stone sour and headed to the ballroom hallway. I sat down on a bench and was startled by a tall, short dirty-blonde haired, stunningly exquisite and handsome girl with a well-kept figure. She offered me a handshake as she smiled and introduced herself.

"Hi, I'm Sarah."

It all took me off guard, and I kind of stuttered, but I managed to get out my name.

"Well Julie, very nice to meet you. Are you friend of the bride or the groom?"

"Ummm. Bride."

"Ummm. Really? (She was teasing me!) The bride is my sister, but I don't believe I've ever met you. And I think I'd remember if I had."

With that she continued staring down at me while she seductively sipped the straw of her drink. Now I was getting nervous. A moment ago I was just a shy college girl cautiously eying some seemingly forbidden fruit from afar, but now I felt weird. I felt frightened. I felt.... like I was seriously being hit on. I was rescued by a group of women rushing out to the hallway. "THERE you are Sarah! Hurry! Cindy's throwing the bouquet!" Before she disappeared into the ballroom she blew me a kiss.

Oh my God! I was actually shaking now. I wanted to leave. I wasn't ready for this. I paced around the hallway for a bit, then decided to take action and get the hell out of there. I looked around just inside the ballroom for my stepbrother. I figured he'd loan me his car to go home early - I'd just fake a headache or something.

Instead my eyes wandered over by the bridesmaids and the single women who'd just finished fighting it out over some silly bouquet. The women were all talking to the one who caught the thing, when I spied Sarah. Then she saw me and held her index finger up as if to say, 'just one minute, dear'. Now I was flat out panicky. I needed air. I headed out to the parking lot, not knowing what to do. What the hell! I was having an anxiety attack.

"Hi!"

Oh shit, she's back. I turned and stuttered again.

"Jeez, I didn't mean to scare you. What are you doing out here? Waiting for someone?"

"No. I.... ummmm...."

"What's wrong?"

A tear streamed down my cheek. I don't know why, but I started crying. That's right, I started crying. Not sobbing, not sniffling, outright bawling. Sarah HAD to be a bit freaked out by it (she later admitted she was), but I couldn't help it. She whispered some silent hush words ('shush, it's O.K. hon' and 'now now dear, now now') while hugged her tightly. I continued the embrace, and she reciprocated it, until my cries subsided, and all the while she lead me back inside the hotel. She sat me down inside a storage room where they kept a lot of the banquet chairs and tables and such and asked me again, "What's wrong, Julie?"

And I told her. I told her I felt like she was hitting on me, she admitted she was. I told her I was ogling her earlier, she said she knew. I told her I was probably a lesbian, she said there was no 'probably' about it for herself. And so we talked. For hours. The only time we stopped talking was when she went to get us more drinks or when we went to the ladies room. As the drinks poured in, my reservations subsided. As the talking continued, my comfort level with Sarah rose. As the alcohol flowed, our flirting turned more to touching. As my last shred of fear subsided, we kissed. Not some peck on the cheek, mind you, this was full lips entangling, hungry for each other kissing. And as the kissing increased in intensity, so did our roaming hands. We were each caressing breasts, lightly stroking thighs, and feather kissing necks. Soon we had both sank to the floor in a hot and heavy make out session when we were VERY embarrassingly interrupted.

"Jesus, Sarah! Seriously, take you and your little gay girl back to your room if you want! Don't be fucking in here. Jesus Christ!"

We heard a muffled male voice mumble as she (being Sarah's just-married sister) grabbed a purse from behind a stack of chairs and headed away. We both heard her answer her new husband, "Well Christ. I mean, ever since she turned lezzy she just flaunts it everywh....", then her voice trailed off to nothing.

I was so embarrassed, I didn't know what to do or say at that point. Sarah remained calm, turned toward me, and said, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Shall we?"

"Shall we what?"

"Go to my room? We'll have privacy."

"............"

"Well?"

"....ummmm........"

"Hmmmm?"

".........sure."

She held my hand to help me up and she led me away from the ballroom, past the front desk, down a different hall, to Rm 166. She opened the door, led me inside, closed the door behind us, led me to the bed, and sat me down. I still couldn't quite grasp all of the things that had just transpired - how 6 hours ago I was bored and getting ready to go to a damned dreaded wedding for some distant non-relative, and now here I was. Sitting on the edge of a bed while Sarah, the beautiful, exquisitely handsome bridesmaid with the well-kept body and dirty-blonde hair, undressed in front of me.

I could barely breathe as she undid her bridesmaid's dress and let it fall to the floor. Still looking down on me she quickly removed her pantyhose, panties, and heels in one quick swoop. I just sat there completely mesmerized by her beauty. She unclasped her bra, and became totally naked before me. My desires ran wild, I was getting moist, I wanted her SOOOOO badly! Then she glided to me, put her hands on my shoulders, and straddled me. She buried my face between her breasts and I kissed all around, then she tilted my head back and whispered, "Let's do it." And we did.

I'll stop the play-by-play here, as I'm sure may disappoint any MEN out there reading this, but I think you get the idea. From there she undressed me and taught me how to love a woman. For the next 7 hours, Sarah and I made love over and over in that Holiday Inn room. She taught me some of the finer points of fingering a woman, comfortably 69-ing, and even how to get that pesky pubic hair out of your teeth. I had fantasized about women, I had imagined making love with women, I had seen movies and such about women together (I LOVED Desert Hearts!), only never before that night with Sarah had I ever felt so satisfied. My first lesbian experience, and far from my only, is still the most memorable.

Oh, and as a side note. Remember that up to this point, I was a shy girl. Being caught making out with another girl in a storage closet certainly would have been enough to help come out of my shell. Sarah did her part in changing that too. However, something ELSE happened that morning that shocked me into a new state of mind. At one point, I am on the bed and on my back with my eyes closed and my legs spread wide, feet dangling in the air. Sarah is on her stomach, one hand outstretched massaging my left breast, the other used to finger me, and her head buried between my thighs, licking and sucking me wildly. Besides the slurping noise of Sarah's tongue, the only other sound is me sighing, "Oh God Sarah! Mmmm Sarah! Oooooh Sarah!" That is, until the moment is shattered by a 50-ish looking Hispanic lady exclaiming, "Oh! 'scuse please ladies! I knock, no answer! Sorry lady!" Then the door slams.

At first I'm appalled and scared and... well... everything I USED to be. Then I realize there's nothing to worry about. SHE'S the one to worry about. SHE'S the one who just caught two females in the heat of passion together.

And that, ladies, is how I was formally introduced to the sisterhood.

NAME: Ashley
Story: I was only in sixth grade when it happened! I was over at a friend's house for a sleepover (no one else was there except her parents) and it was getting pretty late. My friend's parents told us we had to get ready for bed, so we went into my friend's room. She had a TV with a VCR in her room, and since we wanted to stay up even later, we decided to watch a movie. We both got on her bed to watch it, and sooner or later I fell asleep. For my pajamas I was just wearing panties and a T-shirt.

I woke up what seemed like a moment later; my friend was fingering my pussy from the outside of my panties and I gave a gentle moan as they got wet. I had been masturbating for some time now and had been familiar with how good it felt and I had wondered what it would be like to have sex with another girl.

I urged my friend on, and she then, leaning forward, pulled off my T-shirt and started sucking on my breasts. Oh! How good it felt! "Fuck it!" I yelled.

Then she slid back down my body and pulled my panties off, which were now soaked with juice. She proceeded on to start sucking my pussy and licking my clit as my hips bucked and I moaned with pleasure. I then decided, mischievously, to reciprocate. Suddenly I took hold of her and turned her around, so she now lay on the bed facing the ceiling.

I then got on top of her and pulled her shirt off and started sucking on her breasts. She hadn't taken off her panties yet and I could feel the juice from them seething through. I then slid down her body as she had done to me, and took off her panties. There lay layers and layers of shiny juice. Grinning devilishly, I continued on to insert three fingers gently into her pussy, toying.

Then I rammed my other hand up her cunt and she screamed with delight. Then I started to suck her pussy and tasted all that delicious juice. After that, seeing as how we were completely naked, that we would move on to the real sex. I then laid myself on top of her so every part of us was level. I marveled at how our breasts and pussies on top of each other felt.

We started to kiss, and her tongue met mine violently and we started to have some very naughty, horny sex. Our pussies were now rubbing together so we both felt our clits slamming together, and soon we both came, sending juice flowing out of our hot pussies. But we did not stop there.

We repositioned ourselves so her pussy was on my face and my pussy was on her face, and so on. We started to slide back and forth, exploring each others' pussies with our tongue. Suddenly, in an explosive jolt, it became more violent and we thrusted our pussies into each others faces and we slid our legs inward and outward rapidly while our pussies were positioned on each other's faces.

We both came again, and we decided to call it a night. We embraced and started to cuddle on the bed, and with one last, long, deep, passionate kiss (in which we both became just a little wet from) we fell asleep and woke up in each other's arms. With my classic devilish grin, we began again, leaving off from the night before.

NAME: Christine
Well, I was hanging out in my dorm room with my roommate Kathy. She is tall and has a gorgeous body. I'm a little shorter, but not too plump. I had a date with this gorgeous guy from my college. I was a little nervous. It had been a while since I had gone on a date before, and my techniques were a bit rusty. I had just come out of a long term relationship.

When I mentioned this to Kathy, she said, "Do you want to brush up on anything?" I didn't know what she meant, so I asked her. She said, "Ya know, Kissing technique, stuff like that." I said, "with who?" knowing the answer would be with her. She said, "I'm here".

Well I had always been curious what it would be like to make out with a girl so I said, "sure". We started with an awkward one second kiss on the cheek. Then it progressed to a one second kiss on the lips.

Then slowly it started getting more and more intense. We both started parting our lips and sticking our tongues down each others throats. Before I knew what was happening, we had both stripped to our bra and panties.

We were making out like crazy on our bed. She unhooked my bra, as I unhooked hers. The feeling of our breasts against each other was undescribable. I still had some time until my date, so we just got caught up in the moment. Next thing I knew, we were in the shower, lathering each others bodies with soap and shampoo. Our bodies were so soft and wet, it felt great.

In the shower, she went down on me, and I of coarse returned the favor. Once we felt we were done there, we headed back to my bed. She grabbed out a dildo that another friend had given her as a prank gift (thank god) and we started going at it. Normally, we sleep in separate beds (unless its cold, or one of us got dumped), but from that night on we slept together, and we always ended up having lesbian sex. Two years later, we are still at it.

NAME: Ayrnn
Story: Well, I was on my freshmen camp out in High school. The entire freshmen class was hanging out by a big fire. The teachers weren't really paying attention to what we were doing. Quickly the talk of sex came up, and some guy started talking about lesbians.

The guys went on for a long time about how hot lesbians are. At this point, my friend Erica and I decided, for the boys' pleasure of coarse, to start making out. We did and the boys whooped and hollered.

At first I thought, whatever, kissing another girl is nothing. After we returned, though neither of us mentioned it, we both enjoyed our little kiss. Erica, one day invited me over for the night. Her parents were gone, which was always great. She casually brought up the kiss, and said, with no shame, "Do you want to do it again?"

I was quick to agree and before I knew it, we were undressed and in the shower lathering each other up and kissing each others mouths, breasts and pussies. I never wanted that night to end, and in a way it didn't. Erica and I relived that night many times. We also both got accepted to the same college so the fun hasn't ended yet!