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  • 1 month later...
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I started young, at 15 with a neighbor that was much younger. We had loads of fun.

Later as an adult, I had a partner that wanted to fuck in a graveyard. That was wildly erotic and scary at the same time. She pretended to be a corpse as we did it. She a little bit crazy, lol. But fun.

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  • 4 weeks later...
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One of my sexual RL female partners surprised me while we were fucking during a heavy thunderstorm. We enjoyed storm fucking before but she confessed wanting something new this time. Without warning she switched genders on me during a lightning flash. Every time lightning struck she switched. I was confused at first when she pulled the "switch". We got through that but when the lightning stopped and she wanted to be the male until the next storm...I was done. Hehe

  • 2 months later...
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My first time. Long bus ride home from a b ball game. She was a college cheer leader and I was a sweaty playa. During the long bus ride home. She smiles and ducks down and blows me - no one sitting near us. She's never done oral before so it's a little painful. Then it's go time, which she has done before and she straddles me. Now the back of the bus knows whats goin on but it didn't distract either one of us. We sat together for each away game after that. 

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Ok. I've had a few drinks, so story time. One of my suitemates from college was getting married (sweet Christian girl, married her bf like a year after graduating, super happy for her). She has all her friends from everywhere together for her bachelorette party, just mixing all the circles of friends. And I'm a derpy little duck (better these days, not so much then), so when the girls I know start talking with those I don't know, I'm kinda sitting there awkward and sipping my drink. 

Turns out someone else is sitting there shy-like-metm. Never met her before. Just the shiniest, blackest hair I've ever seen, pretty pretty eyes, and when she stands up she's over six feet tall (>185 cm for those who prefer) and has that athlete body type. Like... this girl does squats. 😳 And she comes over and sits with me. 

Now, my friend—the bachelorette—love her, but at the time, she does not know I'm bi and its a weird situation and I'm kinda not open about it in a lot of areas in my life. But anyway, I'm talking, and I'm not saying anything, but there's definitely, like, 'a vibe'. And we have a few more drinks and we're having a better time, and I'm like 'shoot! I'm into this but I don't know if I'm misreading things and also is it rude to try and get a phone number at your friend's bachelorette party?'.

And about then, the night is wrapping up and my friend starts doing the host thing of going around and making sure the people who have been here drinking with her have spaces to sleep. We have girls on couches, in guest bedrooms, on pullout mattresses, and just curled on blankets and pillows on the floor. People split up, kinda, find places to sleep and I'm looking around thinking, 'Oh! There's, um, there's a bed left. And not many people. Just kinda me and this Valkyrie, actually.' 

So, the lights go out, and girls are dropping off, and I'm lying next to this beautiful Amazon, just completely unable to relax or sleep. She totally notices and gets right up in my ear to ask if I'm ok (an action that made me extremely not ok). And I'm a little tipsy and about to spontaneously combust so I just start whisper-explaining that I'm just nervous because she's pretty and I'm bi, but I didn't say anything earlier because our friend doesn't know, and at some point I just shut up because I'm scared I'm rambling. 

And her reply was, 'You think I'm pretty?' My phrasing may be a little off on that because that is the second my brain began to short circuit.

After a moment of some hesitant body language testing, we move closer together. My hand is under her T-shirt, my lips are on her cheek and neck, and then her lips are on my cheek and neck. And things are going extremely well, green lights across the board, so I slide my hand into her panties. 

The thing I remember most as she was holding me was the way she kept gasping, 'I can't believe this is happening' into my ear (I know how it looks in writing! But trust me, it was said in a very good and encouraging tone), and my ears are perked up to see if any of the other dozen-plus girls, who are not that far away, notice this.

After she came, she tried to return the favor. But she was very... clumsy... and then it sort of sank in for me: I think I might be this girl's first lesbian experience. And now I'm like 'oh god! I have to make this a good experience for her' and I'm trying to coach her and help her out with getting me off, but after a little while I tell her it's ok, and I get myself off while she kisses my neck and plays with my boobs for a bit.

The next morning is awkward. The wedding is less awkward. When I try to reach out to her online the next week, I discover she is engaged and we have not spoken since. 

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