How I Became a Submission Lesbian

My introduction to lesbianism came a few years ago, the summer after my freshman year of college. I am 5’2, 34a, thin, short brown hair and green eyes. My mom’s best friend, Catherine, is very tall, almost 6, long blonde hair she almost always wears up, blue eyes, 36d and a gym hard body.

Catherine is in her early 40s and unmarried. She owns her own real estate company and lives three houses away. I had to go for a job interview for a summer job and had no way to get home. My mom asked Catherine if she’d pick me up from downtown and after the interview, jumped in her car.

Catherine said she wanted to hear about the interview but got a phone call and talked on her cell phone all the way home. She pulled into her driveway and as I headed away, she said “Amy, why don’t you come inside and tell me about how the interview went?”

I followed her inside and she poured us both some wine. Catherine attentively listened and gave me several glasses of wine. Then she said “I’d better stop drinking here or I won’t be able to control myself with you.” What she said hit me like a brick in the gut but I managed to ask “Um, are you gay?” Catherine laughed “Honey, have you EVER seen me with a man? How about you, have you ever been with a woman?”

I told her I’d never even thought about it. She walked right up to me put her hands on both my shoulders and said “Maybe it’s time you did think about it” and leaned forward to kiss me.

It was a wonderful, soft kiss but firm at the same time. I instinctively kissed her back. Soon, she was pushing her tongue into my mouth and both our tongues were dancing. Catherine shocked me though when she reached under my skirt and started reaching under underwear to touch my pussy. The few boys I’d dated were never that bold.

After a minute, she stopped the kiss and pulled back her face from mine and our eyes locked. She kept rubbing up and down my slit and over my clit and I felt powerless to say a word. Catherine finally spoke up. “You’re getting wet. I would like you to come in my bedroom with me”

My First Massage

I sat in the chair waiting.

My husband had bought me a massage for my birthday, so here I was, but it had been almost half an hour and I was beginning to get irritated. I glanced in the mirror, checking my self out. I had been told the massager here was gorgeous, so I had played up my trim 23yr old body, wearing a fine lace bra and thong pantie set (another birthday present) and had my brown hair done up high. I wore a pair of tight dark grey jeans and a tank top. I may be married but that didn’t mean I couldn’t flirt occasionally

My musing was interrupted by the arrival of my massager. And gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe.. her! A woman, I was surprised. She was beautiful, a fiery red head with the tight blue uniform shirt and skirt. Her breast fairly burst out of her top and her green eyes lingered on me.

“Sorry about the delay uh?” she enquired as she sat down.

“Aurelia, Aurelia Watts” I said, I was unnerved the woman was no older then me, but she had the most penetrating gaze.

“Aurelia,” she said as if tasting every syllable “I am Samantha and we are very sorry and offer a full body massage as compensation. Would that be acceptable?”

I just nodded my head still shaken by her gaze.

“Very well let us begin, if you could please strip off everything except for your panties?” she asked in a completely straight forward tone.

I was a bit surprised by the request, but I began to strip off. But as I removed my top I saw her eyes on me again and immediately felt my nipples harden. I had never really considered another woman before, if anything it had seemed a bit gross but her I was stripping for another woman (If only for a massage and getting turned on). With a sly smile she instructed me lie stomach down on the massage table with my face looking through the small hole in the table.

Not knowing what to expect I almost jumped when she ran her hands over my left foot. With expert skill she began, first with my feet and then slowly moving her hands up my calf muscles. She was indescribable, her hands were like silk, moving and pressing their way up my leg. Her advance did not stop at my knees but carried on up my thighs, inside and out.

I suddenly found my self soaking wet this was unlike anything I had felt before, I was so turned on! I felt a soft hand brush my ass check for an instant. Before she stoped and made her way to my shoulders. I almost shuddered with pleasure as she began to stroke my shoulders. Then she bent down and whispered in my ear.

“You have the most amazing legs darling.” Her voice was deep and husky.

I clenched my teeth trying not to respond. This wasn’t right, I wasn’t a lesbian. Her hand slid down my back making circles before she came to my ass again.

“I’m just going to move this for a sec, okay darl?” she asked as her hands hooked under the lace thong, and began moving it with out waiting for a reply. I gave a kind of non committal grunt as I felt the thong pulled down to just below my ass checks.

I then felt the biggest shock of my life. I felt her run her tongue down my ass crack. This was the final straw; I pulled my self up and turned to face her, only to find her only a few inches from my face.

Proper Southern Belle

Being a rich Georgian socialite, I didn’t have the need to work like the common people of the world. I found myself spending most of my days attending various events like gallery openings and mid-afternoon tea parties, which made my life extremely dull.

One Saturday afternoon my bore of a husband suggested that I go to one of his new business partner’s house for a tea party so I could become acquainted with his wife.

I drove past the iron gates of her driveway to the beautiful plantation mansion with hundred year old willows that lined both sides of the drive. I thought to myself, ‘Another afternoon sipping tea and eating finger sandwiches.’ I wondered how I was going to fake interest in what this old hag had to say for the next three hours. When the door opened, I was truly surprised what I saw.

Alexis was about 24 years old, 10 years my junior, and was wearing a white linen robe. She had curly blond hair, flawless skin, perky breasts and a very petite body that made me a little envious.

I was no slouch myself. With my constant aerobic, 36C chest and the finest plastic surgeons that money could buy, I still had the body that could turn many young men’s heads. But she was all natural and it made me a little mad.

“Hello, you must be Martha?” Alexis asked.

“Yes my dear, I’m Martha. I seem to be a little over dressed for the occasion. Or am I early?” I asked. I was wearing a floral dress that went past my knees and was quite modest.

“No you are on time and, like, I must have totally spaced out telling Bob to have you bring a swimsuit. But no worries I have one that you can wear,” she replied nonchalantly.

Thinking that a proper southern lady doesn’t wear someone else’s clothes, let alone a swimsuit, I quickly changed the topic. “I can tell from your accent you aren’t from Georgia.”

“No, I’m from Cali but I met Bob when he was there for some conference thingy. I was working there as a waitress and when I touched his hand I just knew that our chi matched … so two weeks later here I am.” Alexis rambled on while we stood in the doorway.

At first I thought to myself that this young lady was a complete space cadet, but the more she talked the more I started to like her. She was wild, fun and totally different than all the boring ladies I had been around before.

“Oh, like wow, where are my manners? Would you like to come in?” she finally asked me.

“That would be lovely,” I replied.

Alexis led me through the house and straight to the backyard, forgoing the normally predictable house tour, and took me to a small table by the pool. Once we got there she untied her robe and let it fall to the ground. She was wearing a very small blue bikini that barely covered her well-toned tanned body.

“Isn’t this totally bitching?” Alexis asked me.

The Sales Girl

Kathy stood by the front door of Cox Shoe Store waiting for the last few customers of the day leave. It was almost five o’clock and she had a lot to do before Mark picked her up to go to the movies, but as luck would have, at five to five another customer walked through the door. Kathy groaned to herself, “Why me?!?” She looked to see if either of the other salesgirls were free, but no such luck, they were both still showing shoes to the two ladies still seated in the try on chairs.

Kathy moved towards the fiftyish lady who was by now looking at a display of high healed evening shoes and asked, “May I help you ma’am?” “Yes,” she replied, “I’m looking for a pair of black patent leather pumps, something like these, maybe.” The lady was holding a popular black pump with three and one half inch heals. Kathy directed the woman to sit down so she could measure her foot.

Kathy helped the lady slip off her shoe and slid it into the foot measurer. The woman had on a pair of very expensive silk stockings that clung to her perfectly shaped ankle and foot, and while Kathy adjusted the position of her foot, she thought that she heard the lady make a small gasping sound!

Kathy looked up to see if everything was okay, but the woman caught her with a steady gaze, giving her no sign of there being a problem. Kathy made the necessary measurements and announced that she needed to find a 7b in black patent leather pumps.

The lady nodded and Kathy went to the back room to find the pair she needed. When she came back she sat down on the stool in front of the woman and helped her slip it on with a shoe horn, and after working the heal back and forth, the foot finally settled neatly in place. Picking up the other shoe Kathy repeated the process and asked the lady, “How do they feel?”

They feel pretty good, and please call me Carolyn,” answered the older woman. “Well, Carolyn, try walking in them to get a better feel,” said Kathy. Carolyn stood up and walked back and forth on the carpet in front of the chairs and Kathy couldn’t help but notice that for a woman of at least fifty, this woman had a very nice figure. After several moments Carolyn sat back down, but this time her skirt seemed to have slid much farther up her legs giving Kathy a perfect view of the tops of her black stockings!

The Gift

We met at an office Christmas party. One of those deals in a hotel bar where the employees are busy schmoozing and the spouses are left not knowing what to say to one another. We ended up sitting next to each other at the bar and introduced ourselves. We had a few drinks as we watched others awkwardly figuring out what to do with themselves. We started talking and laughing and having a few more drinks. The bar was getting more crowded and we moved closer together so that our thighs touched and our arms brushed every once in a while. We started talking about things we had never done, like body shots, and she put her hand on my knee. I looked over and said, “I’ve never done that before either.”

We left the bar with our drinks and headed upstairs to my hotel room. We kicked our shoes off and sat down facing each other on the couch and talked some more. After what seemed like an eternity I began to rub my fingers down her arm and she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were so soft and supple as they parted ever so slightly and we tentatively touched tongues, wrapping them around each other. She sucked on my lower lip and I showered her lips with soft nipping kisses. She moved her hands from my shoulders down to surround my tits with her fingers. I could feel her rubbing my nipples, her palms sliding over the silk of my blouse. She leaned down and began to suck my nipples through my shirt. I could feel the dampness of the fabric moving against my skin as I put me hand on the back of her head and held it trying to get her to take more of my nipple into her sweetly sucking lips. I reached down and grabbed her hand and we stood and moved over to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed as I moved back and began to unbutton my shirt letting it fall off my shoulders and drift to the floor. I unhooked my bra and peeled it off slowly letting her eyes feast on my full lush tits. Locking eyes with her, I licked my index finger with the very tip of my tongue and touched my nipples bringing them to hard peaks. I bent down and unzipped my skirt leaving the pink silk panties. I ran my wet fingers down my stomach and between my legs keeping my eyes on her the whole time.

Still Best Friends

My morning had been crazy, four new cases and I was the only one available to take them. I was beginning to think that the day was never going to end. I listened to an endless amount of griping and bickering, and that was from my colleagues. Some how I thought pro bono work would be more gratifying. I love my work on most levels, but the people I have to deal with, namely the other lawyers, are enough to make you reconsider your career path. I guess the reason why that morning felt like it was dragging was because I had scheduled my afternoon off. My best friend from high school was going to be in town and we were going to get together for lunch. She and I had talked on the phone for the past six years, but never actually got to see each other since graduation. We were both afraid we wouldn’t click like back in the day.

She and I were inseparable back then. Our other friends would pick on us; Siamese twins or lesbians take your pick. We didn’t really mind, as long as we were together. We sit up late at night talking about what it would be like to make out with each other, but neither of us had the balls to actually do it. That thought made me laugh and brought me back to the boring meeting I was in just in time to see everyone looking at me. I had to get out of there! I sank down into my chair and waited for them to carry on. The meeting, which of course was just an excuse to get everyone away from his or her offices to chitchat had lasted a small eternity. Nothing was said of any importance, just a way to waste time.

I got back to my office to find a note on my desk, “Meet Jessica at the Blue Moon Café.” My heart jumped. I knew we were going to get together, but now it was for real, it was on paper!

I got to the café early and got a table facing the door. I wanted to make sure I saw her when she walked in. I didn’t have to wait long. It might have been six years, but she still looked the same, tall, long legged and blonde. She spotted me immediately and walked over. We hugged tightly as we giggled and laughed. It was a bit weird seeing her. We quickly feel into our old routine and gossiped about everything in our lives, leaving no detail out. After we’d both eaten I asked her where she wanted to go for the afternoon. “I wanna see where you work Tracey.” As much as I didn’t want to go back there, I nodded and smiled. “Sure thing hon.”

I walked in and asked Monica, the firm’s secretary, to act as if I’m still out. She smiled and answered yet another phone call. I opened the door to my small office and let Jessica in. “Whoa hon, you’ve moved up in the world haven’t you?” She had to be joking. My office was large enough to fit my desk, 2 chairs opposite the desk, three five drawer filing cabinets and a dark brown couch, which was only in my office because there was nowhere else to put it.

The Class For Pregnant Women

Bay carefully backed her car into a vacant parking space and then checked to make sure that she had all of her class supplies organized before heading into the building. This was second to last natural child birth class and she wondered why this was a mother only class and all husbands and boyfriends were banned for this particular night. With her huge belly leading the way she waddle up the stairs before making her way to the cafeteria of the old grade school that was being used for evening adult education classes. She was almost to the door when a voice from the far end of the corridor sounded out, “Hey, Bay, wait up and I’ll sit with ya!” Bay turned to see who was calling her name and was happy to see that it was Patti. Bay marveled at how petite Patti still looked even though she was already seven and a half months pregnant. “God, I’ll be so glad when this is all over,” Patti said when she approached Bay, “I feel like such a cow!” “Youuuuuu?!?!” Bay exclaimed. “You’re a string bean compared to me, just look at my boobs, they’re literally bigger than your head!” Patti giggled her infectious laugh and replied, “Well, let’s just say we’re both a little on the hefty side!” Bay nodded her head and led the two of them inside where at least twenty other pregnant women were already sitting down on their mats doing stretching exercises. Up in front of the room Mz. Ellyn Crawford, the teacher of the class, sat going over some papers before she stood up to address the women. “Let me see,” she intoned while scanning the room, “I think we’re all here now!” “Good,” she said while going over and locking the door, “let’s get started!” She returned to the front of the room and went on, “Some of you are probably wondering why we have excluded your husbands and boyfriends from tonight’s class, well there is a perfectly good reason for it!” The room had quieted down the moment Mz. Crawford spoke and everyone waited anxiously to find out what was going on. “Tonight is going to be different than any other phase of our training,” she explained. “There will be a bit of nudity involved with our lesson and I think that having the men in the room would have made some of you very uncomfortable” There was a slight murmur when Ellyn Crawford mentioned the word nudity but everyone sat still waiting for her to explain further.”

“Having a baby is a wonderful experience,” she went on, “but tonight we are going to actually simulate that experience by stripping nude below the waist and having a partner play the doctor or nurse!” The women looked at each other nervously, but when Ellyn Crawford ordered them to pair off they did so without question! Bay and Patti paired up, but even though they had become friendly over the course of the last few months, neither one of them were quite ready for what was going to happen next! “Okay,” Ellyn ordered, “one of you take off your things and lie down on your mat with your legs tucked up to your butt and your legs spread as wide apart as you can get them!” “Geesh,” Patti said nervously, “you wanna go first?” “No, but I will,” Bay replied softly while taking pulling up her loose fitting dress and removing her over sized panties.”

Exposing All

When I left the University I had a degree in photography, and I looked forward to becoming a full- time professional.

What I hadn’t counted on was that for each job, there were at least twenty qualified applicants. And my sex was definitely a hindrance, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became disheartened and desperate, until I met Tish…

She was an upcoming model and we became fast friends. It was she who suggested I should take some glamour shots of her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She reckoned that being a woman was an asset in glamour photography.

I hired a studio and while Tish got changed I set up the changing room dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, but it was a very different Tish who came out. Talk about sexy, black fishnet stockings, black lacy panties, a frilly lacy suspender belt and high heeled shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck, dangling over her breasts.

“Like it?” she purred, pursing her lips as she crossed the room. “Do you think they’re sexy enough?”

I whistled in appreciation. She really was a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a smell of sweetness. If I were a man, I would gave jumped on her right there and then. God!

She climbed onto the bed and posed, crouched on all fours. I focused the camera and began taking pictures.

She smiled, pushed out the tip of her tongue and held it between her teeth. I felt a strange thrill shooting through my body as I imagined her tongue flicking lightly over my clit.

It was such a strange thought for me to entertain that I felt myself blushing. Thankfully, Tish didn’t notice. I shot three rolls of film before she said: “I’ll take my panties off, and you can shoot me while I am taking them off.”

She stood up and hooked her thumb inside her panties, her face a mask of teasing invitation. She inched the wispy black lace down slowly, revealing her thick curly pubes. I could see her sweet lips through her hair, soft lips. Then, turning around, she bared her peachy little ass before lying down on the bed, what a shot that was, and she began to lie down and drawing up her knees. Languidly, she pulled her panties down her stockinged-thighs to her ankles before deftly hooking them over her high-heeled shoes.

Kneeling on the bed, she licked her fingers and caressed her nipples until they were hard and thrusting. They must have been almost an inch long, and the sight of them began to make my pussy juicy with a tingly sensation.

Then, cupping her hands under her breasts, she squeezed the firm flesh, blatantly offering them to me.

I pressed the shutter, my eyes were drinking in the sight, and my cunt was getting wetter and wetter. I have never taken photos of a nude woman, no less, watch one erotically in front of me.

Eat A Peach

tanding under the shower running my soapy hands between my legs, I thought back to when I first met Tracy over a month ago. She showed up at my door in short cut-offs with those tanned, dancer’s legs, a tight, shoestring halter hugging petite breasts, and mountain lake blue eyes that made my legs go weak. That image still causes my pussy to tingle.

Tracy was a sophomore scrambling to get a psychology term paper finished. A mutual friend sent her over to my apartment with the suggestion that I could help. I was a 4.0 senior psych major, and many people came to me for last minute assistance. Usually I charged a token amount to help them put their papers together.

The closer to their deadline, the more I charged; but I was always fair. If they were short on cash, I would accept favors like cleaning my apartment or washing my VW. When I opened the door and saw Tracy, charging her a fee was the last thing on my mind. Fucking her was all I could think about. She was gorgeous, and I was in love.

As it turned out, her paper was due the next day and she was desperate. When it came time to discuss payment, she said, “I’m so embarrassed, but I’m broke until my parents send my next check. If you can let me ride for a week or so, I can pay you then.”

We were sitting on my bed going over her notes, but I had spent more time looking at those smooth, tanned legs than her assignment. At one point, a few papers fell on the floor. She leaned down to pick them up, her body brushing mine so close I could feel her warmth. I wondered if she did it on purpose so I could smell her; a fragrance so fresh and clean, her shampoo or body wash was a light peach scent. Was she as juicy as the fruit? It was all I could do to resist finding out right then.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” I said as if deep in thought. “Most people pay me right away. Maybe we could make other arrangements.”

“What kind?” she said with a gleam in her eye.

“Well, favors or something.”

She thought for a moment then said, “I don’t mean to freak you out or anything, but can I ask you a very personal question?”

“Ask me anything,” I said, my heart melting.

“Well . . . are you by any chance into girls? You know, are you bi or lez?”

“And if I was,” I said. My pulse raced.

“Then I could pay you with pleasure.”

Her smile was innocent girl-next-door, but her eyes told me I could be in for the fuck of my life.

“I promise I will make it worth your while,” Tracy said, reaching out and running her hand along my bear leg. “It would be fun.”

I leaned forward until our lips were almost touching. “The answer to your personal question is yes, I love having sex with girls, and yes, I’m very bi. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Our first kiss was the most sensuous I have ever had. Her lips were so soft and inviting, I never wanted to stop; her taste was heavenly. We explored each other’s mouths until our breathing started to get out of control. I pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.

“As much as I’d love to get paid in advance, if we keep going, I know we’ll never get your paper done.” My pussy was on fire and I wanted so much to go on.

“I know,” she said with a cute little pout.

I held her stack of notes out at arms-length from her, and with a wicked smile I said, “So when can I expect payment?”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Dying to spent the night with you,” I said in anticipation.

“Then don’t plan to get any sleep.”

I moaned as she leaned in, kissing me hard. Her tongue was everywhere in my mouth.

We worked until two in the morning finishing her paper- much longer than it should have taken. That is because we spent more time kissing that composing. The next day, Tracy got an A+ on her paper, and that night she received another A+ for letting me eat the juiciest peach I had ever seen.


Karin’s First Time

Anne and I had been best friend for a number of years. We did everything together. I don’t remember us ever having a fight. She came over to my house a lot, and I would go to hers. We were like two pees in a pod, though we didn’t look all that much alike. We went though puberty together, shared stories of first dates, first kisses, and every sexual experience we had. I loved her, and still do, even though she’s in another country now and we are over a thousand miles apart.

We spent many nights at each other’s houses too. This is what happened on this particular night. It was a Friday evening and we were together at my house, she was sleeping over. My Mom was out, we had showered, and had on just our t-shirts and panties. We had been laughing and giggling all evening. We had also been talking about sex almost nonstop and both of us were very horny. I had no idea Anne was as horny as I soon found out she was.

We were talking about a boy; I don’t even remember his name. I had a date with him on Saturday night and Anne had dated him previously. He was very popular and all the girls chased him, and I was nervous about our upcoming date. I was afraid I wouldn’t be as good for him as the other girls. It was scary, I didn’t want to be the laughing stock of the school if the date went wrong.

Anne could tell how worried I was, and had been talking absolute filth all evening. I was squirming on the couch with her alongside me and our talk turned me on more and more. I asked what he was like, how did he kiss, how far would he’d want to go on the first date.

Anne moved close to me and answered, “I can show you if you’d like.” With that she kissed me full on the mouth. I was stunned, frozen to the spot. My lips didn’t move, neither encouraging her, nor repulsing her. It was seconds, but seemed much longer, and before I could stop myself, I responded kissing her back, thinking that this was nothing more than “kissing practice.”

Her tongue came out gently as if not to scare me away. My lips felt it first, and then she probed slowly. I opened my mouth. Her tongue touched mine and my whole body seemed to be on fire. My best friend, her tongue inside my mouth! Waves of pleasure swept over me. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt in my entire life.

It was a beautiful kiss, long and tender, yet so passionate, and went on and on and on. Her tongue felt so wonderful inside my mouth. My heart raced. I could feel that she was breathless and I realized that I was too, and then I felt her hand cup my breast through my t-shirt. I almost fainted I loved her so much. If another girl had touched me that way I would have run a mile, but I pressed myself further against her, pushing my breast into her hand. I heard myself moan into her mouth. She pulled my t-shirt up and her hands slipped inside to hold and caress my naked breasts while our lips continued to press together, tongues playing, exploring. I didn’t want to move – I couldn’t move. The feelings that ran through my body were incredible.