8 comments/ 38240 views/ 26 favorites Learning to Live Life as a Lesbian By: andtheend Lesbian woman steps out of the closet and finds love. * Alone with her thoughts of making love to another woman, kissing her, touching her, feeling her, holding her, being kissed and touched by her, Janice's frustration with her lack of a sexual life was unbearable. She didn't want to spend, yet, another summer alone. Whenever she wished she could have hot passionate, sweaty sex with another co-ed, which was all the time, restraint and composure is what she used to pretend she wasn't who she was. She was a phony having to live a lie. Every day she pretended she was someone else, was another day she lived life alone and lived a life she didn't want to live. She ignored the buzzing sound of her busy vibrator for it not to ruin her sexual fantasy. From kissing their lips, to slowly stripping them naked, to exploring every inch of their naked bodies, to feeling and sucking their tits, to licking and fingering their pussies, and/or just lying in bed sharing intimate laughter and sexy conversations, while basking in the afterglow of hot sex, she had fantasized about nearly every woman on campus, mostly the good looking ones. Once a model and a beauty queen, she was just as shallow as the horny men were, when it came to choosing a tall, shapely, and beautiful woman over a short, obese, and homely one. Glad that classes were over, always so horny, especially in the summer, it was more difficult concentrating on her studies then. Yet, boredom replaced her dedication and hard work. So, horny and so sexually unsatisfied, most times for her to get interestingly aroused, all it took for her to become preoccupied with sex and for her to have a sexual fantasy was to hear the laughter of a pretty woman or to overhear a conversation, to see someone with nice hair, or to watch an attractive woman who looked good wearing a certain outfit. Wanting to get up out of her chair and befriend her, kiss her, hold her, and make love to her, how do you approach another woman for sex without revealing that you're a lesbian? Not wanting anyone to know she preferred women to men was her dilemma. Living in a world controlled by men, especially in the world of academia, she had much to lose and nothing to gain by declaring her sexual preference. She couldn't. She wouldn't. She had to wait until the time was right to reveal herself, but sexual frustration and loneliness was the high price she paid to pretend she wasn't who she was. It shouldn't be this difficult to find that one special person and fall in love, but it was. Handicapped by judgmental criticisms of arbitrarily accepted norms and discriminated against by a puritanical society, she should be allowed to live her life in the way she wanted to live it without apologies to anyone. What she does with her body is none of anyone's business but her and her lover. Yet, even though she believed all of that, she still feared being discovered and revealed for her true self. Most times, it was easier for a woman to pretend she wasn't lesbian than it was for a man to pretend that he wasn't gay. Unable to hide it as well, sometimes not avoiding confrontation but welcoming it with their in your face homosexuality, guys were more obvious about their sexual orientation than women. She couldn't wait for the day when she could emerge from the closet and live her life in the way that she wanted to make herself happy and needed to make herself whole. Tired of pretending, she was tired of being someone else. She yearned to have a special someone in her life, a close friend who was also her lover, someone she could love and share all her secrets without fear of being judged or ridiculed. In the meantime, she had to follow the rules of the game she was playing. She learned long ago how to befriend men to get what she wanted by using her good looks and to beguile men to receive what she needed by using her amazing body. Everyone thought she was happy, well adjusted, and put together. Instead she was a mess, a woman who'd fantasize and masturbate over her hidden sexual fantasies numerous times a day. She was horny, lonely, and unfulfilled. Janice wasn't looking forward to spending another summer alone. She remembered last summer and the summer before, she went nowhere and did nothing. It's such a travesty to live close to such an exciting and historic city as Boston and not want to explore it, but it's no fun doing things alone. She was tired of being so alone and feeling so lonely. She thought things would be different, moving from a small town to a big city. Only, she felt the same way here that she did there. Basically, she was a leper. Between her sexual attraction for women and the sexual attraction that men had for her, judged solely by appearance, stuck between her needs and desires that struggled against the wants and expectations of men, she was a square peg unable to fit a round hole. Having no safe haven to let her hair down, always feeling as if there was something wrong with her, she didn't fit in anywhere. She wished she had someone to talk to, a support group, but she'd have to step out of her protective closet to do that and she wasn't ready to be labeled as a lesbian, just yet. Even though this was the 21st century, perhaps because it undermined men, lesbian women were met with too much discrimination, an understatement, and she had too much at stake to expose herself in that way. The doors her beauty could open as a straight woman would quickly slam shut, once she admitted that she was a lesbian and not interested and aroused by a man. Without a doubt, a gay man in a straight society had an easier going of it than a lesbian woman in a man's world. Weighed down with conventions written by men, women are supposed to get married and have babies. Women are expected to be subservient and dependent on men. Women are supposed to be attracted to men. Women are supposed to need men and not be able to live life without men. Men, men, men, manly men, macho men, machismo men, even in this enlightened society, it was still all about men. Even after the sexual revolution and even in this new age of Aquarius, needing the gentle touch of a woman, instead of the horny grope of a man, women aren't supposed to have sexual needs and urges that men can't satisfy. Much like that song by the Pointer Sisters, I Need A Slow Hand, instead of wanting the slow hand of a man, Janice wanted a slow hand of a woman. She needed a female lover with an easy touch, someone who will spend some time, and not come and go in a heated rush. She wanted someone who would understand, when it comes to love and what she wanted and needed, only a woman could do that for her, not a man, never a man. She had several more years of this internal struggle. Once she graduated from college, once she finished graduate school, once she got a job, an apartment, and a life of her own, is when she'd step out of the closet, but not now. With school and career choices at stake, getting internships and grants, applying to professors for research projects, she had enough on her plate and there was too much going on to somehow squeeze a sex life in the equation, too, especially one, as a lesbian, that would certainly exclude her from selection in a man's world. She'd have to put sex, love, and romance on the backburner because she'd have a much greater chance of being chosen for all of the above, if her male professors thought she was a straight woman and interested in them seducing not only her mind with knowledge but also her body with sex. If they viewed her as a potential sexual plaything for them to believe that they were using and taking advantage of her, instead of the other way around, she'd use them for what she needed and take from them all that she wanted. If her male mentors flattered themselves that she wanted them and that they had a chance with her, she'd stay ahead of her competition by enlisting their academic help with her good looks. It was a game she played and for her to stay playing the game, she needed to suppress her natural born desire to be a lesbian. Her highlight over the summer last year was going across the Charles River to Boston to watch the Boston Pops fourth of July concert and the fireworks display on the Esplanade. Alone and not knowing her way around the city, with everything looking so different in the dark than it did in the daytime, looking for the subway entrance, after the concert to return home, she got lost on her way back. Thinking she was taking a shortcut, instead of walking all the way around the block, she turned down the wrong alleyway. Filled with narrow alleyways behind the residential buildings that run parallel to the main streets, Boston has a way of making visitors feel safer than they are. She was groped, mauled, sexually molested and practically raped by two drunken sailors, had a shouting homeless man not come to her rescue by creating such a ruckus with his bottle and can filled shopping cart. The residents scared the sailors away, when they opened up their back windows to see what the disturbance was. With school over for the summer and a senior in September, she's again facing the same summertime reality, boredom. All of her so called friends, even her roommates, hookup with someone during the course of the year and are busy partying and having sexy fun with their boyfriends. Then, in the summer, they had the money to either travel or return home. She couldn't afford either. Now that she thought about it, she hasn't felt close to another female since junior high school. Because of her goals and aspirations of trying to make it in a man's world, hiding her sexual preference away in the closet, what should have developed naturally and normally hasn't had a chance to flourish. From her father, to her brother, to her male friends, and male classmates, directly and indirectly in the way, men were always there to interfere, interrupt, intercede, and ruin whatever relationship she thought she was developing with a woman and a potential lover. "Stop! Just leave me alone. Let me live my life the way that I want to live it," she wanted to say, but never did. Instead she played the role that was expected of her to play, she played the straight role, instead of the lesbian role. She played the good daughter, the caring sister, the close friend, and the friendly classmate. Born and raised in Texas, stuck and labeled a real beauty queen in a straight society, she played the straight woman and not the scarlet lettered lesbian, who preferred women to men Once her friends and those she was attracted to started getting into boys, hormones stopped the fun she had with her female friends as a pre-teen. Then, when she was in high school, she wasn't included, when it was all about pretty clothes, hair and makeup, fad diets, cheerleading, and boys. There were whispers about her being lesbian, but she was already good looking enough for her supporters to label her detractors as just jealous and to label her as studious instead. Now that she's in college, 22-years-old, and in a city far from home, even after living here for three years, she doesn't know anyone well enough to want to hang out with them. In trying to keep it hidden from men and straight women, her secret regarding her sexual preference has always gotten in the way of developing friendships with women. Instead of helping her, they hindered her and her good looks got in the way of her making a real love connection. The boys just wanted to fuck her and the women were jealous of her, while being overly protective of their boyfriends. If only they knew, it wasn't the boyfriends they had to worry about with her. It was them. Her excitement about joining a club or doing a special project or volunteering for extra work with an unpaid internship at the end of the semester were all short lived, as everyone went home for the summer. With so many schools in such a small area, the student population that converged on Boston, in late August, disappeared in late May. The only students who stayed here, lived here, and/or had summer jobs here. Lonely and alone, she could go home, but why should she? She's here, on the other side of the country, because she wanted to get away from her family and live her own life. Besides, not knowing how to accept her, sensing their disappointment, her parents, even her sister and brother, were happy to be rid of her. Still, feeling so alone, missing seeing a familiar face, she'd settle for a trip home, if only she had the money. Money, it was always about money. She'd have money today, if she wanted to settle for a life with Billy Bob, Roy, or Elvin back home. For sure, she'd have had at least one child with another one on the way, by now. Saturday night barbeques and coffee clutches and gab sessions with the girls, while the husbands were out drinking with the boys, no thank you. Forsaking her education to care for some drunken, skirt chasing, sports crazed man was not the life she wanted to live. She wanted to make her own way and if she had to use men to do that, then so be it. God had blessed her with good looks for her to make use of them and not for someone else to take advantage of her, namely men. This was her life and she only had the one to live it her way. Just because she was pretty, prettier than most, she was tired of men looking at her, as if there was something wrong with her, when she didn't return their unwanted attention and unsolicited affection. She was tired of being treated as an object. She was a woman, not a thing. "You're such a pretty, little thing, aren't you?" Not so little, at 5'9" tall and taller, when wearing her cowgirl boots and cowgirl hat, she was taller than most men. "And you're such an asshole, aren't you?" Weary of being called stuck up, she was tired of men asking her out and her declining. She was tired of the looks that some men gave her, when wondering if she was lesbian, just because she declined their invitation. It would be easier if she could live her life in the way that she wanted to live it, but she was a prisoner to her secret. She hated to be one of the few students who lived here on campus in the dorm during the summer because they couldn't afford to go home or had no home to go to, even if they had the money for roundtrip airfare. Too many of the students, who attended school here, had money. There was a large Asian, Indian, and Middle Eastern population of students and they all went home or traveled Europe for the summers. Even if she had the money for the airfare, she wouldn't go home. There was nothing for her there but the heartache of disappointed expectations her parents put on her and the headaches from the arguments in refusing to be molded in the image of her sister and her mother. Her parents were proud of her older sister, Michele, and the grandchild she gave them, after she married the biggest catch in the county. When they weren't talking about her and that damn kid, as if he was baby Jesus, they were bragging about her younger brother, Wayne, for winning a football scholarship to Ohio State. No doubt, with his talent and size, so long as he doesn't get hurt or do something stupid, he'll be turning pro. Then, watching him play every Sunday on TV, they'll be no stopping her Daddy from idolizing his son. The middle child, she was left out in the cold and they humored her, when she wanted to go off to college and get an education, instead of getting married and popping out babies. Living in the past in their small town and in their small minds, this isn't the 19th century, where women sacrificed their lives for the betterment of a man. Her parents never showered her with the attention and the affection that they gave Michele and Wayne. Obviously, Michele was her mother's favorite and, of course, living vicariously through his son, Wayne was her Daddy's pride and joy. What about her? Where was their pride and their joy for her? She wasn't a bad daughter, she was a good daughter, but she was never the apple of her mother's eye nor daddy's little girl. After winning a few beauty contests, she even had a brief modeling career, something both her parents forced her to do and encouraged her to continue. This was Texas, after all, the land of the tall, blonde, and built beauty queens, but she drew the line at learning to twirl a baton and riding a float wearing a gown and a crown. She hated how men acted when they were around her, undressing her with their eyes and talking in innuendoes, but she made enough money modeling to come east and live without having to work through the summers. Always making the best grades in school, she had her pick of colleges to choose from, Brown, Yale, Harvard, Penn State, and Dartmouth all made their interest known to her, but she picked Tufts University. That was the only school that had a veterinary school of medicine, something that interested her. She loved animals, especially dogs, cats, and horses. Animals accepted her without question and, more importantly, without judgment. For sure, her sexual secret and lifestyle choice was safe around animals. Her parents were disappointed that she didn't choose Harvard, an understatement. They couldn't believe she turned down Harvard for Tufts University. They never heard of the school, but many educators and educated people knew it to be a top university. Had she gone to Harvard, that would have given her parents something to brag about her to their friends and relatives in Texas. Only, Harvard didn't put any money on the table, in the way that Tufts University stepped forward and offered her a full scholarship, including room and board. Obviously, with their huge endowment, Harvard didn't have to pay students to attend their school; they had enough rich students paying their own way. With Cambridge and Boston a short subway ride away, there was always something to do and someplace to go, so long as it included copious amounts of alcohol but, after nearly being raped, she didn't want to go it alone anymore. She was tired of being alone. Without doubt, in the way that she looked, she could have the pick of any man she wanted. Only, it wasn't a man that excited her; it was a woman. One by one, she watched her roommates leave, then her dormitory mates disappear. If she thought she was lonely before, the few students left on campus made her feel even more alone. Just as the university started looking more like a ghost town than a campus, she saw a familiar face outside her room in the corridor. "Hi, Donna," she said to the woman, who roomed across the hall. Janice knew her to chat with her, but never really talked to her. They shared a couple of classes, but never hung out together. Donna was one of the rich girls and she lived a different lifestyle and associated with a different group of people. It was odd that she was one of the few women that had never appeared in one of her sexual fantasies and by the looks of her now, she should have. She looked hot in her cool, short, strapless summer dress. Maybe later, when she found herself alone with her hand down her panties, she'd think of Donna eating her pussy but for now, it was good to have someone to occupy her time and allay her boredom. "Still here, Janice? I figured with your looks you'd be traveling Europe with some millionaire playboy and sipping champagne aboard a yacht docked off the coast of the French Rivera." "I wish. Fat chance of that ever happening," said Janice with a laugh. "Are you staying here for the summer?" Donna gave her a look of distain, as if the caviar on her plate had gone bad or the champagne in her glass had gone flat. "Yeah, I don't get along with my folks and, even if I did, I can't afford the airfare there and back," she said admiring Donna's expensive looking shoes. She had beautiful clothes, nothing but the best. Donna's designer handbag cost more than Janice's entire wardrobe, no doubt. "What are you still doing here?" Learning to Live Life as a Lesbian "My friend, Evelyn, was supposed to spend the summer with me but she cancelled the last minute. She had a better offer from a man, I guess," she said with a sad laugh, while giving Janice a curious look. "Listen, do you have to be here for a class, a job, or something? I mean, do you have plans for the summer?" "Plans? Me? No. I wish. The highlight of my summer last year was the Boston Pops concert and nearly being raped by two drunken sailors afterwards." "Yeah, I remember hearing something about that. Listen, I have an extra room if you're interested." "Extra room? What do you mean? Where?" "My Dad rented me a place on the cape in Provincetown. We could spend the summer walking the beach, drinking wine, and eating clams," she said with hopeful eyes. "Seriously? Cape Cod? Provincetown? I've never been but always wanted to go." "Great. You'll be doing me a huge favor by being my guest," said Donna. "You'd save me from spending my entire summer alone." "I don't think anyone who looks as good as you look would ever be alone," said Janice, suddenly wondering why Donna didn't have a boyfriend. Only, as soon as she wondered that, she scolded herself. Here she was doing the same thing to Donna that everyone does to her. "Touché," said Donna. "I could say the same thing about you. If I looked like a blonde, Texas beauty queen, the last place I'd be for the summer is here." "You could pass as Jessica Alba's clone," she said with a laugh. "A flat-chested Jessica Alba, maybe," said Donna pulling open the top of her dress and peering inside, while laughing. "Well, you just sold me, Donna. I'd love to spend the summer with you. It sounds like a dream vacation." "Great. Pack a bag and let's go." "Now?" "Yeah. It's a bit of a drive to the Cape and I want to beat the traffic." "Okay, give me five minutes." Janice grabbed her small carryon suitcase and dumped in everything she needed, clothes, bathing suit, makeup, shoes, hair care stuff. She was ready. It helped living in a dorm. It helped not having a full wardrobe of clothes and a complete compliment of shoes. It helped that she was a poor student and didn't have all that much of anything to pack anyway. She walked out into the hall to see Donna, her pocketbook thrown over her shoulder, pulling a large designer suitcase on wheels with another matching handbag perched on top, and dragging a smaller matching bag behind her. "That's it? Where's the rest of your luggage?" Donna looked behind Janice with a laugh. "That's all you have?" "I'm packed," said Janice laughing, while holding up her overnight bag. "I travel light." They both looked at Donna's luggage and laughed. "Let me give you a hand," said Janice. The women walked out front to where Donna's car was parked. "Are you serious? This is your car?" "I know, I'm embarrassed, too, but Daddy doesn't allow me to drive the Rolls Royce." "I was kidding about your car," she said turning to look at her new friend. "I've never been in a BMW convertible." "I wasn't kidding about the Rolls Royce. That's Daddy's baby," she said with a laugh. "After discarding and divorcing wives, it's obvious that he manifests his marital frustration by buying automobiles. He also has a Bentley, an Aston Martin, a Porsche, a Lamborghini, and a Ferrari. He still needs to buy one more car to equal his collection of ex-wives." "What does Daddy do?" "Do? Nothing. He pretends to play the stock market, but his financial adviser does even that for him, too," she said rolling her eyes to Janice. "Where are you from?" "Greenwich," said Donna, as if everyone lived there. "New York?" "Connecticut. We're from old money," she said wiggling her head as if a bobble doll. "Just as his father did before him, my father inherited everything from his Dad. They made their money from the war. "World War I or World War II?" "The Revolutionary War," said Donna. "I wasn't kidding when I said I'm from old money." She looked at Janice. "My family has been here since the 17th century and I'm a Daughter of the American Revolution," she said with pride, before rolling her eyes, again and laughing. "They own a lot of real estate in New York, Boston, and Hartford." "It still sounds impressive," said Janice showing the correct amount of interest. "What about your Dad? What does he do?" "Oil." "Wow," said Donna. "Oh, he doesn't own an oil well," she said with a laugh. "He works on one in Texas. It's hard, dirty, and dangerous work." "My Daddy never worked a day in his life and I probably won't either." The two women got in the car, put the top down, and headed south towards Cape Cod and Provincetown. It was the perfect summer day for a pleasant drive. Now with something to do for the summer and with someone to do it with, Janice didn't feel alone anymore. During the ride there, the wind played with hem of Donna's short, summer dress and Janice had a difficult time removing her eyes from Donna's shapely thighs and exposed sheer panties. It took all the control she had not to reach over and touch her friend. It took all the control Janice had not to lift up her own skirt, reach inside her panty, and finger herself, while thinking of touching Donna there. Seeing her exposed panty in that way, if they weren't sitting in a car, if Donna wasn't driving, and if she was lesbian, too, Janice may have fallen between her legs and licked and fingered pussy her through her panty. With the top of her sundress flopping open, Donna gave Janice a clear view of her small but shapely breasts and erect nipples. Janice fantasized nearly the entire drive to the Cape of touching them, feeling them, and sucking them. Almost wishing she wasn't in a convertible, wishing she was straight and not lesbian, seeing so much of Donna was as erotic as it was sexually frustrating. She tried concentrating on the scenery, while thinking of all the fun she'd have at the beach. For sure, she didn't want to spoil anything between her and her new friend and ruin her summer vacation by having Donna catch her staring at her panties and her braless tits. Especially someone like her, a woman so rich, so popular, and so connected, could never know that she was lesbian. She dreaded and fretted about Donna finding out her secret. Alone with Donna for the summer, how could she possibly hide it? All it took was Donna introducing her to a man. She could always tell her that she had a boyfriend. She figured that anyone who looked as good as Donna would have plenty of men around her all summer long. She'd cross that bridge when she had to, for now, she was ready to have some summertime fun. Once they got to their Cape Cod cabin, just like kids, they frolicked on the beach and splashed one another in the water. In the evening, they watched movies and ate popcorn, while drinking wine, laughing, and talking about some of the professors and characters at school. They had a wonderful time and quickly became close friends sharing all their private thoughts, except for Janice's one big secret. Donna's cottage was so beautiful and stocked with everything they needed that there was no reason for them to venture in town. Located on a hill with a private beach just a few hundred feet away, it was a perfect paradise. Then, it happened. While they were sunning on the beach, four men happened along and tried to pick up the women. Who wouldn't? With one better looking than the other, they were both hot. Donna was the more vocal one with her rejection of the men. After being rejected by both woman, the men finally got the hint and got up to leave. "C'mon guys. Let's go," said one. "They're a couple of dykes." Donna's face turned ashen and she looked as if she was going to cry. "Does it show?" Donna looked at her friend to see if any part of her body had been exposed, but what the men saw was something the women thought they had hidden from the rest of the world. "Does what show?" Suddenly Donna looked as unhappy and as lost as Janice had looked, before receiving this invitation to spend a summer of sun and fun with a new friend. "That I'm a lesbian?" As if her numbers had been picked in a lottery, as if she had been chosen to assist a professor in conducting his animal research, Janice was filled with an excitement she hasn't felt since she was leaving Texas for Massachusetts. "You're a lesbian?" Quickly, she looked at her friend to see if she could see what the four men saw. When she couldn't, she looked away. She never suspected Donna of being just like her, a lesbian. "I'm sorry," said Donna. "Normally, I don't hide the fact that I prefer women to men. I should have told you that I'm lesbian and I've been meaning to tell you, really I was, but I thought if I did, you wouldn't accept my invitation. That's what happened to Evelyn, I'm afraid. I think I scared her off with the thoughts of spending the entire summer with me, after I told her that I was lesbian, which is why, frankly, I didn't tell you," she said biting her lip. "I feared you'd decline my invitation, too," she said with a sad smile. "Even though it has crossed my mind a few times, when you had one too many glasses of wine, I feared you'd think I'd want to rape you," she said with a laugh. "It's okay," said Janice sitting on the beach and hugging her raised knees, while looking out at the water. She was torn. Should she tell Donna her secret? Should she step out of the closet? Is this the right time to come clean? What if this summer fling turns out to be just that and a big mistake that ruins her chances at working for male professors and getting the grants and internship jobs she needs? It'd be great to spend an entire summer in an intimate relationship and she is, without a doubt, attracted to Donna, but is all that she'd lose worth it for this? Is stepping out of the closet now worth the loss of her professional career that she'd surely have a better chance at having, if she remained quiet and stayed hidden in the closet? "I was attracted to you the first time I saw you," said Donna. "Only, figuring you were straight, I was afraid to approach you. I know it was a stretch, a fantasy, but I was hoping you liked women, too," she said looking at Janice and looking away, when Janice remained silent and didn't return her look. "Listen, Janice, I'll understand if you don't want to stay. I'll drive you to the bus station in the morning or there's a boat that leaves from Provincetown later this afternoon that will take you to Boston." With the same look that has saddened Janice so many times before, Donna looked at her new friend again. "I hope you'll at least stay the week. We can still have fun without our personal sexual preferences interfering with of all this beauty," she said looking out to the water. "Is that why you haven't gone into town, into Provincetown?" "Yeah, well, I'm not ready for that scene. It's overkill, a meat market. Northampton on steroids, once all the tourists go home, this is the one place in Massachusetts that gays and lesbians outnumber the straight people." "We should go into town, then," said Janice with a defiant nod and a renewed resilience, while still looking straight ahead. "We should. I'd love to see it. It sounds like fun." "Why? You'd have every women there hitting on you," said Donna with a nervous laugh and a sudden look of possessiveness and jealousy. "Not if we went as a couple," she said turning her head and resting it on her knee, while looking at Donna and smiling. "A couple of what? What do you mean?" "I'm lesbian, too." "No way!" Donna looked at Janice with her mouth open. "I never would have thought that about you." Janice leaned into Donna and they hugged, before they kissed. They packed up their blankets and headed in the house. Covered in salt water and sand, they showered together, while touching one another and making out in the shower. Still naked, instead of sleeping in separate bedrooms, they shared Donna's queen sized bed. "I should tell you, Donna," said Janice. "I've never been with a woman." Donna sat up in bed and looked at her new friend with concern. "Seriously? Never? Then, how do you know you're a lesbian?" Janice looked at Donna and they both started giggling, before they broke out laughing. "Trust me, I know," she said laughing even harder. "Have you been with a man?" "A few," said Janice, "enough to realize that I'd rather die than have a man touch me, in that way ever again." "What about you? Have you been with a man?" "I had a serious boyfriend for two years. Last I heard, he's still in therapy thinking that it was his fault that he turned me into a lesbian," she said laughing and making Janice laugh, too. "That's so funny," said Janice. "If it was that simple to turn women into lesbians, just by having bad experiences and/or relationships with men, most of the female population would be lesbian," she said laughing even more. "Allow me to be your first experience, then," she said putting a hand to Janice's chest, pushing her down, and getting comfortable between her legs. "Since this is your first time, I'll take it easy on you. I won't scare you with my arsenal of toys," she said with a laugh. "I was wondering what all you had in so much luggage," said Janice laughing. "I do have a Sybian machine at home," she said with a laugh. "You do? I'd love to try it," said Janice laughing, too. Donna used her mouth, tongue, and fingers on Janice in the way that no man could. She had two quick orgasms, before she had a long, loud one. "I love your pussy, Janice. I love your body. I love your big tits. You are so beautiful. You are my dream woman come true. Where have you been all my life?" "In Texas," said Janice and they both laughed. She looked at her friend and kissed her, before leaning down to take her modest breasts in her mouth, first one and then the other. "I can't wait for Daddy to meet you. Definitely, he'll want to fuck you, before I tell him that you're mine, all mine." "Your father knows you like women?" "Like father like daughter," she said laughing. "My turn," she said lowering herself down where she could give Donna the most pleasure. "Tell me what you like. Tell me what to do," she said, while flicking out her tongue, teasing her clit, and exploring her deeper with her fingers. "You're doing it, honey. Just don't stop," she said touching Janice's hair. Never had Janice felt so excited, so sexually satisfied, and so fulfilled. Her senses were alive with the touch and the feel of Donna. The sweet bouquet of her expensive perfume and the smell and feel of her hair is all she had been missing for so long in her life. She couldn't wait to taste her friend in the way that Donna had experienced her and it wasn't long before Donna exploded in the way that Janice had. They spent their days kissing, touching, hugging, and holding. All through the summer they were intimate and every morning, one took her a turn awakening the other with sexual stimulation and pure pleasure. They spent the summer as a couple and Donna bought her new lover what any man would buy his girlfriend, clothes, jewelry, baubles, and trinkets. When it was time to return from their summer vacation, on their way back to campus, Donna had a surprise waiting for Janice. "Where are you taking me?" "It's a surprise," said Donna giving her lover a smile and a quick look. Donna parked her car in a lot and escorted Janice inside a two story condo. "What is this place?" "Daddy bought this for me. Now, with our own place, we don't have to live on campus, next year." The beginning of a beautiful relationship, Janice was finally out of the closet and happy. Now in love and living together as friends and lovers, no longer dependent upon a man in a man's world, Donna gave Janice whatever financial support she needed to do her research and continue her studies.