I went on a school outing, a hike up a mountain with my class. There were other schools there that day as the hike was an organized fund raiser. On the way down the mountain I went the wrong way and was lost. A older guy from another school came along and I got felt up and kissed and eventually screwed by him. After he screwed me he had me give him oral sex. I had never been stripped or screwed. He really liked by tits and he sucked on me for a long while. When we finally got dressed and he escorted me down the mountain we were the last ones to get to the bus parking area. He walked me to my bus and reminded me whose dick I sucked.

I was 14 and my parents didn't let him see me. I saw him after school, and I had a friend who would invite me over and he would come see me there. At her house he had sex with me. One day my friend asked me how he did it and I told her how he stuck himself in me. I also told her that you could do it from behind. She didn't believe me, but she let him see me at her house.

When I turned 17 I told my mother that I was having sex and I wanted to get on the pill. At that time the pill was not in general use and girls on the pill were all considered sluts. You never admitted you were on the pill. I told my mother that if she didn't get me on the pill I was just going to go ahead and get pregnant. This was 1973, my senior year in highschool.

After that conversation with my mother our relationship was never the same again. To her that fact that I had been having sex since I was 14 meant that I was a slut. She had been against me going to college, but after she knew I was a slut she wanted me out of the house. In college I was on the pill and I had sex as often as I could. By then I really liked it, I liked being his girlfriend, and I liked being grown up. Most of the other freshmen were still dating in a serious sort of way, I was sleeping with my boyfriend.

At a party, I hung out with my boyfriend so most of all the kids we were with were graduate students or already out of college. At this party a girl who was a freshman was taken upstairs by one of the guys. She looked at me, and I felt sorry for her and went to my boyfriend and told him to go get her before that guy screwed her. He got to her in time, and I took her back with me to our apartment and had her sleep with me there. When my boyfriend came he got in bed with both of us but I kept him off of her. Although we were three years apart in age she became my best friend and I kept her from getting hurt.

When I graduated and it was time to move to a job I asked her to come with me and she could finish at the university in the city I had gotten a job. The university was a commuter school and quite large. During that time she and I became very close and ended up getting intimate together.

I went on and got married to my boyfriend and she was my maid of honor. I spent my honeymoon night with her, my husband was getting drunk with his friends.

Fast forward to today, we are now in our sixties and she and I have been together all these years. My husband did his part, and we raised a family. Somewhere a long time ago, on a late night conversation with her after an emotional lovemaking session, that particular night we were hugging each other and didn't want to let go, we admitted that maybe we had deeper feelings for eachother. It was after that night that I gave up pretending. I am pretty sure that my husband had suspicions early on, while we were in college, but it wasn't until we were in our forties that he brought up the subject and said we were lesbians. We didn't say anything, we just didn't disagree.

Today, I am 67 years old and she is 64, I can still see that look in her eyes as that guy was hauling her upstairs. That is the day that I fell for her. I knew that very day that I had to do something. I am glad I did. I can't imagine her life if that guy had gotten away with what he was going to do. If there is any one thing that sets us into holding eachother it is talking about that night. For us that was our wedding night.