introduced to her through the theater group I was in and one of her friends was in theater and we finally met at a party and she totally stalked me at the party. I was freaking out about it because my first thought was that I didn’t want my mom to find out I was a lesbian. But she was pretty persistent. She was incredibly forward. But not pushy, not like disgusting. A lot of gay people get a bad rap that they’re horribly pushy and they want to convert everybody, but it wasn’t like that. She was answering questions for me that I didn’t know I was asking.
It was a very educational experience. Not just physically but sort of sexuality-wise. It was new to me, and yet I knew it was everything I wanted to pursue. So I actually lost my girl virginity to her in her parents’ bed. I think we went out to the movies or something like that, hanging out. But we had to hang out in another town over because if anybody had seen us and knew us then it would get around and I wasn’t ready for that.
We went back to her parents’ house and… it was one of the most awkward, eye-opening experiences of probably my entire life. I’m a bit of a tease anyway so I’d been teasing her about getting physical but would never let her do anything to me because even though I wanted her to do things to me, I didn’t want to let her because then it would mean I’m gay. It took me awhile until I was ready to make that leap
It had been a couple months, at least. Probably three, four months since we met at the party. And I mean, we hung out a lot too and she actually ended up tutoring me in algebra because I sucked. She kind of took that whole teacher aspect with me, somebody who was older and more experienced. She was a lesbian in high school. She was one of the "known" lesbians in town. She was a dyke straight from the womb.
Basically it was from then on that I knew that, you know, I didn’t want to be with guys anymore. It was so much better than my first time with a guy, and I’m sure that every lesbian says that… but it really was. I don’t even know how to explain it. It probably wasn’t even that good of sex. It’s not as good as the sex I’m having now but we all learn.
She was very kind and understanding, which helped since I was so shy and afraid. And she didn’t ask anything of me. You know, she was just like, "Relax, lay back, let me do this to you. Let me make you feel good," and she did and obviously I’m glad I did it because I live that lifestyle now.
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I met her in high school, grade 11, during a play we were doing, The Miracle Worker, the touching story of Helen Keller. I had a minor part: I was the younger brother. I had a crush on this girl playing Annie Sullivan, the miracle worker herself.
She was a terrible actress; it was a terrible production really. But Madge and I went out for… I don't know, it seemed like forever and an eternity. But as you know, in grade 11 every day lasted an eternity. We broke up several times over various ridiculous 16-year-old problems we had at the time. We hadn't slept together although we’d done everything else up to that point.
We went through our last major bust-up and although we weren’t dating we were still in contact and we decided we both wanted to lose our virginity with each other. The night we agreed upon she was somebody else's prom date from another high school. I've often wondered about him, you know it's prom night and I’m sure he was fully expecting to get it on. But she went to the prom with the guy and after the dance she changed out of her dress and snuck in through my bedroom window.
If I remember correctly (and there's no reason to assume that I do), I asked her to wear my favorite sweater of hers and she did, in fact, climb in through my window wearing that very sweater. We knew this was what we were going to do and we had to be quiet because my parents were around, asleep, but even so we had to be
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