"I'm A Lesbian!"

“I’m a lesbian!” A broad smile stretched across Elizabeth’s face and she made the announcement like she’d discovered the cure for the common cold. I know Liz to be a virgin who has never had any boy/girl contact beyond holding hands and kissing…not even second base over clothes. 

“Oh..er….right. Well done…..and ummm how do you know?”

“Well, you, of course.” If she’s had limited sexual contact with boys, she’s had absolutely none with me! 

I looked at her perplexed for a second or two and wondered where this revelation has come from. From 13 onwards, I was Liz’s go-to person for all matters pubertal, feminine and sexual. I lost track of the sheer number of questions she poured over me, and the endless tales of vaginal discharge, ‘gunky knickers’ as she calls them…and eventually feelings ‘down there’. Liz quickly lapsed into the vernacular though and seemed to enjoy using dirty words. We went from, “I can’t keep my hands off my pussy," to, “I touch my cunt most nights,” in a couple of weeks, but like most girls, she found the big ‘O’ somewhat elusive. She had the same, "I’m going to pee" feeling that most of us get, and she even tried my advice of doing it in the bath or shower, then it doesn’t matter. This went from a case of ‘if it happens, it happens’ to me suggesting that at the crucial point, she should actually try to pee. Nope. Still no big ‘O’.

So, we delved into the muddy waters of what she thought about when she masturbated. You may be surprised to learn the weird and wonderful images that can get a girl off. For ages, the mere thought of a banana could get me there!  Sometimes, I’d think of things others would find totally unsexy….a heavily overweight and sweating builder, for example. (Takes all sorts to make a world.) 

But Liz? If I thought my adolescent fantasies was strange, Liz beat me hands down. “I think of a spider walking on my clit.” (Spiders? Ahhhhhh! Those little fuckers have me screaming and running for the door.)  “Sometimes, I thought about being raped and cumming.” No..it didn’t get her off. “Then I thought about you….you know, you being a lesbian and all…and all that soft, gentle girl/girl stuff you must do with Emily, and hey presto…I had an orgasm.” 

Hmmm. Maybe you did…and maybe you didn’t. “How do you know it was an orgasm?” 

“Well, I got to the need to pee stage, and then I just felt all tingly all over.” (So, no orgasm then?) 

“You didn’t feel almost out of control…your vagina didn’t twitch…you didn’t lose control of your breath?” 

“Er…no..not that.” (Definitely no orgasm.)

“Liz, lesbian sex can be as you describe, unutterably gentle and tender, and of course both being girls, we get aroused at the same rate, unlike boys who are programmed to get aroused as quickly as possible, cum., then that’s that. They have to learn to slow down, and some do, some don’t. Lesbian sex can be rough - violent, even.”

“Violent?”

“Yes, for example, sometimes Emily sometimes uses a strap-on cock to fuck me. She might rip my pantyhose, tug my panties aside and fuck me vigorously. Lesbian sex isn’t all about gentleness and kisses. Sometimes we even pee on one another. And don’t forget, I’m not lesbian - I’m bi sexual. I enjoy being fucked by a guy from time to time, and both orally, vaginally and anally.” 

I saw Liz colour up at all this, but unlike me, I missed that her right had was pressing her dress tightly between her legs. Sexual conversations often make girls - especially younger girl - feel weird between their legs and girls often, well, I call it ‘guard’ their vaginas by putting a hand over them.

“You enjoy….anal sex?”

“Hmm? Oh…yes….I love it actually. It stings a bit at first, and you need to take it slowly and use plenty of lubrication, but there’s something really….naughty….really dirty about having a cock deep up your arsehole. I can feel it massaging my uterus too, which in turn makes my cervix and vagina move. It feels very different to having a cock in my cunt, but fabulous, nonetheless. Me, maybe on all fours, his hands on my hips pulling me backwards onto him, and his movements up my arse, coupled with the mental aspects of me doing something really dirty….Ii tell you, it feels….”

I didn’t get any further. Elizabeth curled forward in her chair and obviously, and quite noisily came. More than that, she wet herself involuntarily. Fortunately, she was sitting in the kitchen on a wooden stool, so no harm, no foul. 

I led her, pee still running down her thighs, to my wet room where I stripped her, and eased her into the shower. Her dress was soaked at the back and bottom, and her panties were ruined. Apart from being wet with her piss, there was evidence of a great deal of what she would call ‘gunk’. In them. Well, what was I expecting? This girl has been almost cumming for ages now. Of course she was vaginally wet. I expect she spends most of her waking hours wet between her legs. 

She emerged from the shower and I wrapped her in a large warm bath towel. “Well….I guess I cummed then?”

“Yeah..I guess you did.” 

And you know, I was going to. I really was going to see if she really was a lesbian. In fact, as I towelled her hair dry I was on the verge of leaning in to kiss her when she said, “Maybe I’m not a lesbian. The idea of a cock…especially up there….that's what made me cum. I even thought of him cumming up my bum. Isn’t that awful?” No, sweetie, it isn’t. I gave it one last shot. 

“You know, none of us are 100% straight. There’s a bit of bisexuality in all of us. Don’t be frightened of exploring sex with a girl one day - maybe just for the experience. You may find you’re like me, bisexual. Just pick someone you trust, someone you know well, and someone who will not mind if you back out.” (Here comes the donkey from Shrek again,“Ohh..ohh Me! pick me! Pick me!”)

“Hmm maybe….but I need to explore boys first.” Fucking fuck fuck arseholing bollocks!) 

She dried her hair and in borrowed underwear and a dress, took herself home with her rinsed out clothes in a carrier bag.

As for me, I’d watched her cum, seen her naked in the shower, and handled her cum and pee soaked underwear. My hand was in my panties before the heavy oak door had quite shut! 

You’ll never guess what I was thinking about!