Erotic Story: Coming Out

Lesbain Erotic StoriesWritten by: Anonymous

Usually when I fall in love I dream about that person for months and/or years at a time. But what happened to me recently seemed to happen over night.

About a week ago during lunch, I’m in 11th grade, my best friend introduced me to one of her other friends. We shook hands and got to talkin’ about ourselves. She was pretty, well built, not fat and not skinny, and had a really good personality, but during our conversation I didn’t really think about being attracted to her. All I thought about really was not saying something stupid so she’d want to be my friend.

Further into the conversation we started to discuss relationships. Being the lesbian that I am I’m not really comfortable talking about my sexuality, even around my friends who already know, let alone a stranger. But surprisingly enough I told her everything. Well, not everything. I left out the part about my sexuality. All I told her was that right now I don’t like any boys and I’ve never had a boyfriend. She’d had a boyfriend before but didn’t like any guys at the moment.

I was really impressed with her intelligence and how she carried on a conversation like that. She never studdered or paused. She was loaded with questions. That’s why when the bell rang to switch periods I was pissed. I hadn’t eaten anything because I’d been talking to her all through lunch. My stomach grumbled.

Halfway down the hall she caught up with me and slid a piece of paper in my hand. It was her number. She said to call me this weekend so we could hang out, it was now Thursday, but there was a kind of curiosness in her voice. Or maybe I was imagining it, either way I told her I’d call her, no doubt.

When we came up to the corner I realized that she’s not in any of my classes so she’d need to keep going straight while I turned left. As I told her goodbye she grabbed my arm and turned me around.

“Can I have a hug?” she said sweetly.

I nodded and leaned in. Up until that moment when she pressed her body against mine, I hadn’t wanted her. I didn’t really think about us being together, or even if she was into me. But when I wrapped my arms around her and smelled her and squeezed her, I didn’t want to let go. Then the thought of someone seeing us and maybe thinking something weird, or maybe seeing my expression, popped into my mind. I could imagine myself being blood red. So when she let go and stepped back I looked up and down the hall and found that not only was no one looking at us, the hallway was deserted.

I turned back to her and found her staring into my eyes. A passionate stare you could say, and for one split second I had enough courage to lean in and kiss her. But I quickly threw that thought away. I couldn’t take that risk.

For the rest of the day I sat and stared off into space thinking about her. Thinking about holding her and her smell. I’d have to get a bottle of whatever it was. Finally the last period bell rang and I ran home. Not jogged, but ran. I couldn’t stand to talk to anyone with her on my mind. I wouldn’t be able to keep up a conversation and they’d sense something was wrong. That night, after my shower, imagining her in there with me, I had a dream. I dreamt about us in the hallway hugging. But when we let go, instead of staring at each other like idiots, I leaned in and kissed her. I kissed her hard and long and so romantically that when I pulled back to go to class she grabbed my head and forced her tongue back into my mouth. Then we slammed up against the locker and made out for a good 2 or 3