Admittedly I was shy and self absorbed. I went to college at a small Christian school close to home. There were kids that were sexually active, but there were also a lot of kids that weren't. I made friends with Amanda, and we graduated the same year. She got a job and looked for an apartment and asked me to be her roommate, she couldn't afford anything nice by herself. That meant me leaving my mother (she is a widow since I was eleven). She told me to go, get out there, find some man and get married.
Things didn't work out that way. Living with Amanda just brought us closer, and we had our first sexual experience together. We weren't even surprised, or embarrassed. As a matter of fact, we touched everything, and kissed everything. It was a bit more difficult kissing the lips between her legs, than kissing the lips on her face, but you have to do what you have to do if you want to be lesbian. Believe me, we wanted to be lesbian. Since college, that's all we talked about.
We walked out into the world together, went to lesbian diners, went to lesbian parties. Some lesbians were unlikeable. That was something new to me, unlikeable women. I grew up pretty sheltered. We withdrew and settled into a more conservative lesbian community. You know, women that when to work, had gone to college, wanted to own a house. On the outside, not lesbian, under the sheets, lesbian. That was us. Amanda was really the adventurous of the two of us. We got shaved and waxed and got a tattoo on our privates. We went out on weekends in tops without bras. We wanted that feeling of our tits dancing. We got another set of tattoos on our inner wrists, two locked lesbian hearts, with our initials in them.
When the other thing happened, we were just 24, but we felt a lot older. We went to a party at this girl's apartment and there were guys there and one of them got me and pulled me into the bedroom. No wasn't a word he understood in his language, stop that wasn't an expression he understood either. I kicked him in the nuts, I really did, but that just made him angry. He got on me on the bed, and I turned over. He got on my back and pulled my pants down, exposing my bottom. I didn't know until that day that you can be fucked that way. When he pulled out, after coming, he held his hand on my bottom and told me not to move he wanted another round.
He gave me a choice, I could turn over and open my legs, or he would shove it in up my asshole. I opened my legs. He took his time and teased me, he kissed my breast and pulled out and ate me. He finished, but only after a while. He told me I would do as a girlfriend, but he wanted me to be very affectionate. I had met the sex crazed asshole everyone talks about. He told me to suck his dick before getting dressed.
I never again was the same. He had privileges and exercised them with me. Amanda had to move out and he moved in with me. I adopted the woman role and he continued with his role. I told him I couldn't continue unless we got married. Everyone around me was happy for me, I had landed a husband. My husband never did shove it up my asshole. But I never forgot about it. That's why I have always been affectionate to him, I don't want it that way, I always turn over on my back and open my legs for him.
