LGBT Stories

This story is about a dear friend who became my lover even if it was only
for a short time. Hi my name is Kellie-Anne and I am 24 years old and I
am a lesbian and have been since the age of twelve now I had never told
anyone due to two small things a) I didn’t want it spread around that I
was a dirty rotten dyke as I heard people call my friends at school and
b) I was scared shitless of being rejected and being hurt and for the
fact that people might object to my sexuality and not want to be around
me anymore. It all started about three years ago now to me it only seemed
like yesterday when I came back from Queensland to find that my mother
Cassandra had moved in the love of my life Angela.

I will now take you back a few years maybe more to when I was at the age
of twelve and I first saw Angela. My mother Barbara at the time had been
in her room playing a game on the computer when a car pulled into our
driveway. Mum looked out the window and sent my stepfather Brian out to
see whom it was. As me and Mum stood at the window we heard Brian shout
“It’s your friend Angela and her friend Big Girl”, (as everyone
referred to her as anyone who called her by her real name got there heads
punched in so everyone chose to call her Big Girl.)

My mother was the first to arrive outside to go and hug her best friend
Angie (as I liked to call her) then came around the other side of the car
and cuddled Big Girl as well. Meanwhile the timid and shy Kellie-Anne
took her time coming down the back steps. When Angela laid her eyes on
Kellie she said “Hi gorgeous god you have grown I haven’t seen you in
over two years”, I looked up at her and my god I fell in love with the
beauty standing before me she had shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes
and beautiful and very full breasts and the kind of legs that went all
the way up to her hips and she was oh god she was beautiful … she
probably weighed about 14 kilos…. size 14 clothes she had all the right
bumps in all the right places and what us Aussies call sex on two legs .
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My name is Nancy and I’m eighteen. It was Friday night and I was headed over to my neighbor’s house to baby-sit twelve-year-old Cortney and her girlfriend Lynn while Cortney’s mother was away.

I had looked after Cortney before and although I had met Lynn, this was the first time I would be taking care of the two together. I was getting paid double so I didn’t hesitate when Corney’s mother had called.

Both girls were cute; Cortney was tall for twelve with long black hair, dark eyes, large sexy lips, and plum-sized breasts. Lynn had short blond hair, deep blue killer eyes, a mischievous smile, and a perfect little ass that nicely filled her usually too-tight shorts.

I knew I was in for an interesting evening the moment I got there. When I arrived, Cortney’s mom was just getting ready to leave. She gave me a few last minute instructions and took me into the den to tell the girls I was here. They were lying together on the couch watching a movie; both wore only T-shirts and panties. What took me by surprise was how they were positioned. Cortney was on her side with Lynn in front of her. She had her leg draped over Lynn’s hip and her arm was around her girlfriend, her hand up under the other girl’s T-shirt. They smiled at me and said hello not bothering to hide the fact that Cortney was casually playing with Lynn’s breast.
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The two maidens took Lea by the hand and lead her through the torch-lit temple to the High Priestess’s chamber. Lea was just twelve and had only seen the High Priestess during the most important of religious ceremonies. But she knew the woman was very beautiful.

The maidens had dressed Lea in a sheer cloth gown that flowed around her like vapor. Her bare feet padded on the cool stone floor. The two maidens had spent the afternoon preparing Lea. They washed her in the pool, its water warmed by the noon sun. They ran their soft hands over her, anointing her with sweet smelling oils and lotions. She liked their touch, especially when one of them lingered on the opening between her legs and on the small, sensitive nipples of her adolescent breasts.

The girl had whispered in Lea’s ear that it was a great honor to be summoned by the High Priestess. There were over a hundred girls who lived in the temple as servants but few were chosen to spend the night with the woman many considered a goddess. When Lea asked what was expected of her, the girl simply said, whatever the High Priestess wants.
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My name is Pamela and I’m eighteen. Recently, I spent a weekend watched after my thirteen-year-old neighbor, Michelle, while her folks and my parents went on a cruise to the Bahamas. It was Saturday night and Michelle and I were in the family room watching TV. Michelle was sprawled out on the floor in front of me while I lay on the couch. She wore a football jersey and panties; I was in a tank top with some old cutoffs. There was nothing good on TV and I was bored as I used the remote to channel surf.

Suddenly, I clicked on the adult channel and for some reason it came in unscrambled. We both perked up at the sight of a guy and a girl doing it.

“I don’t think you should be watching this, Michelle,” I said. Since I had to stay home all weekend to look after her and couldn’t go on a date, which meant I wouldn’t have sex, I was immediately turned on by the idea of at least getting to watch a little porn and slipping my hand between my legs. But I didn’t feel comfortable doing it in front of Michelle.
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As a senior I was the only entry from my parish to qualify for the
Catholic Regional Speech Contest, so my parents let me drive myself to
the contest that was two hours away. They didn’t want to go, so I got
up very early on a Sunday in April took off for a full day of speaking
and being judged.
My first two preliminary rounds went well, and I thought I had a chance
to make finals. I was standing with a crowd of other contestants
waiting for results when I saw a person ahead of me, with short, curly,
light brown hair. My heart and my breath both stopped for a moment.
When I could, I said softly, ” Sister Michael John?” I could see this
woman’s body stiffen and she slowly turned and looked at me. We just
stared at each other for a minute that seemed like an hour. Then I said
again, “Sister Michael John,” but this time in total wonderment. I had
not seen her since the last time we had made love, the end of my 8th
grade year. She was so beautiful. I wanted to take her face in my
hands and kiss her all over. I did throw my arms around her and give
her a big hug. I whispered, “I love you,” as I hugged her. I heard
her say, “Me too!”

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I woke up in Sister Michael John’s arms while lying on my mothers’ bed.
She had already awakened and was watching me sleep. She smiled as I
opened my eyes, kissed my forehead and said “Since your mother asked me
to stay with you while your family is out of town, I have imagined
holding you like this while you slept in my arms. My fantasies didn’t
come close to this reality. I am happier than I have ever been in my
life.”
She took in a big breath of air and slowly released it, she rested her
cheek on the top of my head. “I never knew that loving another person
could make me feel so very alive. I have been looking at while you
slept and memorizing every hair on you head, that little mole there by
your left ear, the slight turn upwards at the end of your nose, the
cleft in your chin, and your widow’s peak. If we never had another
moment together, I want to remember you exactly as you are now.”
I snuggled closer to her. I felt the same way, but I couldn’t find the
words to explain my feelings the way she had. With my cheek resting
against the soft skin of her chest, I let my hand cup and softly caress
her breast. “I don’t ever want to be away from you. We’ll have lots of
times together.”

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That Wednesday, early in my 7th grade year, I woke up from a steamy
dream about Sister Michael John’s tongue eating my pussy, to find my
fingers fucking my clit furiously. I was nearing an orgasm when my
mother called up the stairs that it was time to get up. I moaned, “I’m
cumming,” and had a small, but unfulfilling orgasm.
I tried to get myself going again, but it was too late. The moment had
been spoiled. I dragged myself into the bathroom for a shower and get
ready for school. All I could think of was Sister Michael John and how
much I wanted to be with her today. We hadn’t been able to find time
for more than a quick feel and a deep, wet kiss for at least a month. I
found myself squirming in my desk, trying to create some contact with my
cunt in the middle of reading class. Usually I saved that distraction
for math.

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That Wednesday, early in my 7th grade year, I woke up from a steamy
dream about Sister Michael John’s tongue eating my pussy, to find my
fingers fucking my clit furiously. I was nearing an orgasm when my
mother called up the stairs that it was time to get up. I moaned, “I’m
cumming,” and had a small, but unfulfilling orgasm.
I tried to get myself going again, but it was too late. The moment had
been spoiled. I dragged myself into the bathroom for a shower and get
ready for school. All I could think of was Sister Michael John and how
much I wanted to be with her today. We hadn’t been able to find time
for more than a quick feel and a deep, wet kiss for at least a month. I
found myself squirming in my desk, trying to create some contact with my
cunt in the middle of reading class. Usually I saved that distraction
for math.

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I love what sex does to Sister Michael John. I love to watch this
incredibly in-control educator let it all hang out and beg me to fuck
her harder. I love the way pulling my tongue out of her cunt just as
she is ready to explode makes her whimper and cry for more. I’m the
same. I can’t be fucked too hard or too fast. I like the slow building
orgasm, but that first fuck has to be as hot, as hard, and as fast as
Sister can do me.
Maybe its because we are always in a rush, afraid that someone will
catch us. That is also part of the thrill. One time I had my face deep
in Sister’s sweet cunt lapping happily away, when someone knocked on the
door to her office. Sister managed to make her voice sound somewhat
normal, as she asked who it was. It was my friend Marcia asking for me.
I sucked her clit ever harder. “No, I haven’t seen her,” Sister said
managed to say in a shaky voice as she grabbed the edge of the desk to
steady herself.

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We laid like that for some time. I didn’t really sleep, but I was in
some sort of dreamland. There were unfamiliar sore spots that ached,
but that I also enjoyed. My nipples were nearly raw. Touching them was
liking touching a burned patch of skin. My breasts felt bruised. There
was an aching between my legs that reminded me of what an incredible
experience it was to have an orgasm. I had read about them in the
paperbacks that I get at the drugstore, but they never came close to
really describing the feeling. My ass hurt where Sister had rammed her
finger deep into me. I tried to rub my butt against the bed to see if I
could get that feeling going again. My movement stirred Sister Michael
John, and my breast slipped out of her mouth. She opened her eyes and
seemed to be a bit disoriented.

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My breasts developed much earlier than those of my friends and when I
came back to school in the fall of my 6th grade year at St. Phillip’s
Catholic Elementary School, I was wearing a bra full time. Not just a
training bra like some of my friends, but a full support bra with 3
hooks in the back. I got the usual amount of stares and crude remarks
from the guys in my class, but I had a reputation for being tough so no
one made my life too miserable. I hated my big boobs , but I was also
fascinated with them. I would close myself off in the bathroom at night
and look at them in the mirror. I loved how it felt to touch them. I
played with my nipples and longed for someone else to take them in their
mouth…to squeeze them in their hands.

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Part I: Alicia’s Story

Everyone wanted to take Ms. Jacobsen’s classes. She was a great
teacher and made every subject she taught a lot of fun. My sophomore year
I took Intro to Speech from her and fell in love the first day. How do you
explain charisma? She had it. In fact she was electric. People, adults
and students alike, were drawn to her. I will always remember that first
day in her class.
Intro to Speech was a required class in the 10th grade. Many of my
friends were dreading giving speeches, but they didn’t bother me that much.
I had always been somewhat of an exhibitionist which is probably why I had
tried out for (and made) the cheerleading squad. Anyway, there were about
25 students in this class and the first day we could sit wherever we wanted
to so I was in the back with some friends. She was late, and we were
talking and messing around. The chatter continued when she entered room
from everyone except me. Ms. J immediately caught my attention and all I
could do was stare at her as she walked to the front of the room, put her
things down on the desk, and turned to face us. One of the guys was
blocking me from getting a clear view so I had to lean to my right and look
around him. She was looking right at me.
She beautiful in natural sort of way. Her hair was red, about
shoulder length, brushed back from her face. Sparkling green eyes, a touch
of make up and a pen stuck behind her right ear.
I still remember what she said. It was nothing special, but I
remember it all. “Hi, sorry I am late, but my class before this is in the
theater and I forgot the time and we ran late. I’ll try to be on time
tomorrow.” Then she started explaining the class routine and that tomorrow
she would assign seats. I didn’t hear much of the rest of her
introductions as I was busy thinking of a way I could get assigned to the
front row.
After class, I walked to the front of the room and introduced
myself. “Hi I am Alicia, friends call me Leecie.” She smiled and I
noticed her lips. They were soft and kind of puffy. Great lips is what I
was thinking. “I need to sit in the front,” is what I said. I have a hard
time seeing the board from the back because I am so short.” She smiled
again and said that would be no problem. I fell in love with Ms. Jacobsen
then and there.
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