Bi-Sexual Female / 29
In college I had a girl friend. She was a little outside of my comfort zone. She liked me and we hung out together. One day she asked me to walk with her back to the dorms instead of taking the bus. During the walk she said she wanted me to hear her out and not get upset, she was going to ask me something that I may not understand right away. She told me she liked me, and not in the friend sort of way, but in the real girlfriend sort of way. She understood if that was not something for me, but she had to ask. She stopped me and asked me if I would let her kiss me, at least one kiss, that she had been dreaming of it for months and she wanted to kiss me and hold me. Her kiss was out in the open, on the sidewalk, between the Chemistry building and the Social Studies building. Her kiss was intense, it didn't stop, and she wanted to hug. It was my first kiss with her. It was my first sexual kiss.
The kiss ended up with us going to bed. She had experience from when she was in high school and she read a lot about lesbians. She gave me a book to read, it was a love story of two girls who met during the war. Over the time we became a couple, not just friends. Intimacy came easy, almost naturally. We had sex and we made love.
Along about our senior year a guy started to hit on me. It was more than just a bother, he was intense and he had his hands all over me. I told him I was spoken for, but that didn't stop him. I didn't have a boyfriend to show, and I didn't tell him about my girlfriend relationship. One party he got what he wanted. The next morning when I got home to my girlfriend she was very upset. I was upset. It was my first time. My now boyfriend would not take no for an answer and in order to appease him I gave him sex when he wanted. Until one day my girlfriend said she wanted to try. Why not? Maybe if I liked it she would like it.
For the rest of the time we were in college we shared him as a boyfriend. Although he lived with two guys, he spent most of his time with us. We had given in to both of us being with him, and that is pretty much how the semester ended.
When we graduated, he went his way and my girlfriend and I went our way. We stayed together for next couple of years. Until one day he called and he said he had enough of living like he did and wanted to come back to us. He would move, find a job and move in with us. Living together was hard, especially because he wanted to set the rules. At first he had his bedroom, but he wanted the three of us to sleep together and being what it is, we relented and we agreed to sleep together.
Today my girlfriend and I live together. Our boyfriend lives apart from us. He is still our boyfriend. Some nights I feel the bed is empty. Some nights it is nice to have the room to ourselves. At this time we are trying out this separation.
The kiss ended up with us going to bed. She had experience from when she was in high school and she read a lot about lesbians. She gave me a book to read, it was a love story of two girls who met during the war. Over the time we became a couple, not just friends. Intimacy came easy, almost naturally. We had sex and we made love.
Along about our senior year a guy started to hit on me. It was more than just a bother, he was intense and he had his hands all over me. I told him I was spoken for, but that didn't stop him. I didn't have a boyfriend to show, and I didn't tell him about my girlfriend relationship. One party he got what he wanted. The next morning when I got home to my girlfriend she was very upset. I was upset. It was my first time. My now boyfriend would not take no for an answer and in order to appease him I gave him sex when he wanted. Until one day my girlfriend said she wanted to try. Why not? Maybe if I liked it she would like it.
For the rest of the time we were in college we shared him as a boyfriend. Although he lived with two guys, he spent most of his time with us. We had given in to both of us being with him, and that is pretty much how the semester ended.
When we graduated, he went his way and my girlfriend and I went our way. We stayed together for next couple of years. Until one day he called and he said he had enough of living like he did and wanted to come back to us. He would move, find a job and move in with us. Living together was hard, especially because he wanted to set the rules. At first he had his bedroom, but he wanted the three of us to sleep together and being what it is, we relented and we agreed to sleep together.
Today my girlfriend and I live together. Our boyfriend lives apart from us. He is still our boyfriend. Some nights I feel the bed is empty. Some nights it is nice to have the room to ourselves. At this time we are trying out this separation.
