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Love at first site.

When I graduated from college I moved to be close to my college boyfriend. He is older and was already working and he talked about this girl who worked with him, he called her his work wife. One day he asked her to meet us for lunch at a restaurant in the mall. She came and was formal, giving me her hand, and he was formal and there was no hugging or kissing. She sat across from us and we talked business, his business, and just a little of personal stuff.

Moving on, Christmas party at his work. He takes me and sits me beside her, he leaves us alone most of the night, going from table to table to chit chat with other coworkers, working the room. At this moment, I don't even know how the moment happened, I reached and took her hand to ask her a question, I held her hand on the table and we continued to talk and talk and talk and I still held her hand. She never took her hand away, and I learned she was single, no boyfriend ever, not interested. Our shoulders were touching, not because we were crowded, we were just close and our faces were an inch from each other and I could smell her perfume, her face was right there and I just kissed her lightly on the cheek. It was an impulse thing, our hands had turned over and our fingers were interlocked, her thumb running up and down my thumb.

The little kiss on her mouth and we got up to go the restroom. I line we held hands, the restroom was full with only two stalls and she let me in with her and she sat down for her business looking up at me. When she was done we changed places and I sat down while she looked down at me and fixed my hair. We went back to our table, we never talked to anyone else, our hands together on her lap.

When it was time to go home I asked her if she wanted to come and stay with us instead of going back to her apartment. She wasn't sure but I looked at her and told her I really wanted her to come with us I did not want the night to end. He made love to her not me. She slept with me not him. We spent all morning in the kitchen the next day fixing a lasagna for lunch. At one point we were facing each other and she leaned in and I kissed her on her mouth, it was a long kiss, her lips opened for me.

After lunch she took a long nap with me, she touched my boobs and asked me if they belonged to him, I touched hers and asked her if her boobs belonged to him, same thing when we touched our faces, our legs and touched our nether parts down below. Always the same answer, I guess they belong to him. During our nap we kissed silently and held hands and when we were asleep we slept next to each other.

In those days two women who expressed love to each other was not usual, and certainly not in public. It was easier to be two women with a common boyfriend that two girls in love. Living with him raised questions, but not like what we saw with other women couples or worse if they were men couples.

We lived our life in the closet for a long time, we lived with him and he 'tolerated' us, but demanded that we be close to him and we were. Now today, he is passed and he left us comfortably well off and we travel a couple of times a year and no one asks about two women who are together, married to each other. We are out of the closet now, but we lived almost all our adult lives behind closed doors, being close to him.

  • When I was in college we had a neighbor who had a business selling homeopathic medicines. He kept to himself, but he did have visitors. I was home for a long weekend and I saw this young guy get out of a car and go in the house without knocking. From the upstairs bedroom you could see into their backyard and the back of their living room if their lights were on. I walked by the window and I saw the young man in his tidy whities and in that short moment the man walkup behind him embrace and start kissing his neck.

    I watched the man reach in his underwear and start to play with his cock, turn him around and kiss his mouth while his hands were inside his underwear grabbing his butt. They kissed for a long time, the man kissing on his neck and his face, his lips, until he got down and pulled his underwear down and sucked on his cock. With his underwear off, the man kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants and stepped out of them and the young man started to suck his cock, jacking him hard, and then sucking him and then turn and put his hands on the edge of this cabinet and the man got behind him and fucked him, a slow motion silent movie.

    My pants were wet, I had made myself cum. I spent that night reliving the moment, the kissing, the cock sucking and then the fucking in the living room. The man was gay and I had witnessed it. Over the weekend I saw the young man come and go, from time to time I saw him or the man walk across the living room, but I didn't witness any other act.

    I went back to college and relived the scene as I masturbated two or three times a day. I started to masturbate in the window, but I knew no one could see inside because of the tint and it was the third floor. When I went back for winter break I didn't see the young man again but I ran into the owner of the house. He told me he was having a Christmas party and we were invited, to ask my parents if they wanted to come. My parents declined but I had to see inside the house, there were about forty people there, all ages, men and women, after meeting a few they were all clients of his, trading stories of how his products helped them.

    I wandered around, found a room with workout equipment, another room that had an office in it, and the master bedroom which was no different than any other one I had seen before. I found the cabinet the young man had leaned against, I looked up and could clearly see the window of our house, if the lights were on you could see inside. I got chills, what if they had seen me watching them? But nothing happened, the party went on for about two hours, lots of food and drink and people broke off and went home. When I left the man said I was welcome anytime, he liked talking to college students, to come over if I got bored.

    From our window upstairs I didn't see anything again, and one day between Christmas and New Years I walked over and knocked on the door. He answered and let me in and asked what he could do for me and I reminded him that he said I could come over anytime. This time he showed me around the house including the master bedroom, in the master bath were these prints of naked Greek wrestlers, but when you got close it was men having sex with men. I stared, trying to get a better view and he watched me patiently and eventually commented that in Greece in those days it was customary for a boy to be given to a man to train, wrestling was naked and some of the boys must have enjoyed it very much, he showed me very faint the little erect penises.

    In his room he suggested I sit on his bed and he went and got a sofa table book, large black and white prints of Greek and Roman drawings and statues, he ran his finger over the statues to show me that at that time naked boys were not considered obscene, and quite frankly between a naked boy and a naked girl, boys were a lot more interesting. He had some more if I wanted to see, some other books, drawings in pencil of naked men in sport poses, pictures of naked men and boys from a long time ago, pencil drawings of naked men posing for a class, and then detailed pencil drawings of penises, him telling me they were magnificent. There just couldn't be anything more magnificent than a man in his prime with an erection, he laughed and said he had some products that helped keep an erection going and going, but at my age I probably didn't need it.

    When he pushed me back on the bed and put his hand on my face and kissed me he told me to lay still and just let him undress me and when we were naked we would be able to look at a lot more pictures of beautiful naked men, beautiful erections and dream of them, but first we had to get naked. I saw his cock, the same cock he had used to fuck the young man but it looked bigger now, he oiled it down and got it into a complete erection and asked me if I liked it, he took the warm oils and massaged me into an erection, with our hands on our erections we kissed again.

    He had more books, these had erotic gay sex pictures, drawings, and photographs, men performing oral sex, men fucking, young men with wistful looks on their faces with a body builder behind them, and all the time using the oils to keep us erect, he told me the oils were flavored, and he sucked my cock and asked me to suck his. It was a caramel like, strawberry like flavor and I remembered the young man sucking him and what happened next. But by then I was lost, the naked men in the books, the pictures of erect penises, being kissed, his hand on my cock, his mouth on my cock, my mouth on his cock, when he came back with more oils and used them to wash my bum side, he sued two fingers back and forth and then put his mouth on my bum and licked hard against me, he then told me to lay back and be a good boy and he got between my legs holding my legs up by the ankles and I felt his arrow pierce me sending a sharp shock through me. He leaned forward on me, my legs wide apart and he fucked me in and out, over and over again, he held my face with his hands, bent over and kissed me, and went back to fucking me. It seemed like a long time before he finished, he said that it was good protein and I would absorb it so not to worry.

    We lay naked for a while, he asked me if I wanted to watch a video and he put on a video of an old man running a young guy down and capturing him in a horse barn and fucking him, the boy screaming and the old man telling him to shut up. While I watched he sucked my cock, he told me that these oils helped to keep me hard longer and he beat me with his hand and sucked me with his mouth until I finally was able to cum. I stayed all afternoon, we watched several other videos, videos of young men being caught by the police or the enemy in war and they all made me hot. It was late, after dark when I finally got dressed and he kissed me for a long minute before letting me go back home.

    It was a long explanation of having spent so much time next door, I told my mother that he had been educating me on all his products and then I went up to my room to just lie on my bed. I could feel his cock in me still whenever I squeezed my asshole shut, it felt good, I still had the oils on my bum and my cock. I took some on my finger to taste what the oils were, fruity but a bit bitter, I left the taste in my mouth.

    From time to time when I was at college I got ..(continue confession)

    I fell into this lesbian relationship and it has gone on now for over 5 years. I was heartbroken from being dumped by my then boyfriend and she was my roommate at the time and she held me. Just held me, sitting side by side with her arms around my shoulders. She tried to let go but I stopped her and asked her to keep holding me. I decided right then that it was better to be in her arms that some jerk's arms. I got in bed with her and told her to make love to me and wipe the memories of that jerk away.

    She was a lesbian and I knew it, way back from when we first met in college she came out to me, to tell me that she had feelings for me but I she would understand if I wasn't into her. Well, I lied to myself and told her I was a more into getting lucky with a dick than sleeping with her. But not anymore, once I went her way I stayed her way and I have not been with a dick since I got dumped by that jerk. She has even turned me on to ogling pretty girls we see on the street.

  • The truth about Stephanie. I first got a crush on her in the sixth grade, she sat beside me in class. She was primped up all the time, her dress was always starched and her hair was combed through and through. She had a real nice tone to her skin and she looked at me with crazy eyes. I didn't know it at the time, but I was wet around her all the time.

    I was good in athletics and played soccer and soft ball. The coach liked me and I was always having to do some extra work for her at the gym. She knew I liked Stephanie and she told me that girls like that were always looking for the man who could support them and she wasn't going to be any different.

    I was hooked and I made Stephanie let me sit beside her at lunch and I monopolized her whenever I could. My coach would tell me to leave her alone but I couldn't. One weekend in the seventh grade Stephanie invited me to go with her family on an overnight weekend trip to see her grandparents. My parents were not so sure but they caved but my coach was all over me for accepting. That day at school I got held by the coach and she told me that Stephanie wasn't one of us.

    At her grandmother's house I slept with Stephanie in one of the rooms. I watched her as she got undressed, taking off each piece and folding it before taking off the next piece until she was only her panties and she pulled on a nightgown. It was my turn and I did what she had done but I couldn't fold so she undid each piece I had folded and she folded it right while I stood in nothing but my panties. I took the top of my pijamas and put it on and got in bed with her without my pijama bottoms on.

    Her legs were real warm, and she asked me I wanted to pray with her, so we got out of bed and kneeled and prayed together and then got back in bed. She laid on her back and I was on my side looking at her. She looked at me and told me to tell her a love story, half way through that made up story I couldn't help it and I put my arms around her and just pulled to me as hard as I could, she maneuvered until she was comfortable and let me hold her like that for a long time until she said I needed to finish the story.

    When we woke up I was on my back and she was laying on me with her leg across my waist. Her eyes opened and she laid there not moving and I put my arm up around her and held her on me and she told me she liked the love story I had told her. We stayed in our waking up positions until we just couldn't hold it any more and got up to go pee.

    Stephanie never did date anyone else. We didn't call it dating, we called it hanging out together. My coach was the angry one, and when Stephanie and I moved on to become upper classman I got away from my coach. I never did really like her and if she had tried to make out with me I don't know what I would have done, probably gone crying to Stephanie.

    Stephanie is the boss lady in my life, even from back then when we were first sitting beside each other. We are an odd couple, she is still perfect in her dress and her hair and she pretty much decides what I should wear and how I should cut my hair. I don't really care, whatever makes her happy. I gave into her a long time ago. Stephanie never did look for some man to support her, that coach was wrong about that.

    I remember our first open kiss in high school It was Saturday afternoon when she came walking up the driveway at my house and told me to hurry up we were late and she didn't really want to have to tell me to get ready every time. She was driving her new Mustang that she had gotten for her sixteenth birthday. When I was sitting and buckled up, before she put the car in reverse she said that we weren't going anywhere until she got a kiss. She wanted a new kiss to break in her new car. It was mid afternoon on Saturday in the middle of our driveway and we kissed for a long time, then she put it in reverse and we went to meet our friends.

    The truth about Stephanie is that she was as much in love with me as I was in love with her, from that very first class when we sat beside each other.

    The day I knew I was gay.

    I worked as a bellman that summer in the local Ramada Inn. From time to time I was called on to help the maintenance man. He was a drunk, retired Navy, smoked and made passes at all the women. The story was that every woman working there had slapped him. He talked about all the pussy he had while in the Navy.

    One day while I was helping him with an air conditioner he slapped my pants and said I probably had nothing but pussy in there. I told him to fuck off and he grabbed my pants and dick and kept telling me he couldn't feel nothing but pussy. As he held me by the dick I got hard and he would not let go. He kept calling me a pussy, my dick was rock hard and he got up real close and said he wanted pussy right then.

    He had pushed me against the compressor and he was pulling my pants down until he got my pants down to my knees and he turned me around telling me he was going to him some pussy. When his dick got in my crack I knew I was going to be gay. His dick kept giving it to me until he spread my cheeks and he got his dick going and I just looked up to God and got fucked.

    He fucked me many more times, grabbed my dick and masturbated me, sucked me until I would cum and he would eat it all, and I sucked his nasty old dick so many times I dreamed about it. He lived in one of the rooms of the hotel, and I spent nights with him fucking and sucking, hand jobs, and his never ending kissing. By the time I went back to college I knew I was totally gay.

    I drove from Fresno to San Francisco a month after starting classes and let a man take me to his hotel room where I sucked him until he fucked me after I greased myself up and begging God to forgive me.

  • I was fourteen and a church kid. All my outside activities were at church. Across the street from us a family from California moved in and they had a fourteen year old daughter and I was given the responsibility of being her friend. She and I were different from the start. For one she talked about boys, like about kissing boys and going to third base. When she asked me if I had been to third base and I told her no, I had never been to first base. But in spite of that we became friends, we rode the school bus together and sat together and had lunch together. She went with me to church a couple of times but she didn't like it and I went with her and her family to a couple of sport events but I didn't like it. What we had in common was that we went to school together.

    I was at her house and we were alone. We shouldn't have been there unsupervised, but we were. In the kitchen she got this mixing spoon with a round plastic handle and asked me if I had ever played with one. She had to explain how you played with that type of spoon. We went up to her room, she took off her pants and sat on the bed with her legs open and started to insert the spoon. At first nothing happened but she got wet and soon she was using the spoon to masturbate, she asked me to help and she laid back on the bed and grabbed her tits. I wasn't doing it right so she kept telling me to go faster and push it in further until she had an orgasm.

    Now it was my turn, she helped me pull my pants off and I got on the bed on my back and she opened my legs and found my vagina with the spoon and started to fuck me with it. She told me to open my shirt and she bent over and sucked my nipples while she fucked me, she used her other hand to rub my clit and she got me to have an orgasm. After I had my orgasm and I was laying on the bed she got on me and hugged me really hard and kissed my cheek. That was the start of my perversion.

    I shouldn't like a naked woman but I do. I shouldn't like being fucked with a dildo but I do. I shouldn't like having a woman suck my nipples but I do. I shouldn't like fingering a woman but I do. I shouldn't like being naked in bed with a woman but I do. I was a senior in college before I had a guy screw me. I liked that, but I like being with a woman more. I have been screwed by three men, one in college and two afterwards. I like it well enough. But if I am sitting just thinking about sex I don't think of them, I think of this blond woman with nice breasts who wants me to suck them and who likes to go down on me and I like to go down on her. I never think about having sex with a man. She is to me a perfect woman. She is not too tall and not too short, she is not too heavy and not too thin, she is not picture beautiful but she is personally beautiful, she doesn't like men and I don't really like men, and she likes me and I like her. She is my perversion.

    I am a Church Lady now, I teach Sunday School to seventh and eighth graders, I work on the Mission team, I am a Biology teacher in high school and I am quite perverted when it comes to sex and so is my lover, we do things that make me blush. But on the not so perverted moments, I like having her between my legs kissing me and humping against me. There is no penetration of course, but we know just how to rub together and we have sex that way. This comes from experience, we fit together just right.