We were exact opposites. I was a short, black-haired girl with big brown eyes and was always a conscientious student. Joanie was a statuesque blond and captain of the university’s basketball team. Our social groups differed; I usually hung out with friends from my study groups. Joanie was well-known and well-liked by many students, but she mainly socialized with her teammates. We were friendly but never really buddy-buddy until the summer after graduation. Actually, we were more than buddy-buddy.
Joanie and I both worked as cashiers at the local supermarket. The flexible hours gave us time to catch the rays and enjoy the summer before we began graduate school. One afternoon, our shifts ended at the same time. Joanie asked if I wanted to go for a swim in the pool at her apartment complex. It sounded like a great idea and luckily my bikini was in my car, so off we went.
When we went to her bedroom to change, Joanie asked me if I wanted some privacy. I told her no, that I wasn’t shy about revealing my body. I tried to act as matter-of-factly as possible, but there was a motive behind my nonchalant attitude. I wanted to see Joanie naked.
Since I first laid eyes on her, I knew that Joanie was the woman for me. Silky hair, firm breasts, a tight ass and muscular legs—all in one beautiful package. Whenever I would go to her basketball games, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her athletic figure. Afterward, more often than not, I would rush back to my dorm and masturbate to a frantic climax.
For a long time, I thought my dream of making love to Joanie would never become a reality. I saw a glimmer of hope when I heard a rumor that many of the women on the basketball team were gay. Things looked ever brighter when one day at the gym I overheard some girls talking about Joanie’s affairs with older women. With that body and experience, I knew that I had to have her.
Joanie didn’t seem to be the shy type as she carelessly removed her blouse and jeans. I tried to steal a glimpse or two of her body during those glorious seconds before she slipped her suit on. From what I could tell, she had an awesome body with an all-over tan and full breasts with silver-dollar-size nipples. I felt my pussy beginning to tingle. I quickly averted my eyes and put on my swimsuit when I thought she caught me staring, and we wordlessly headed to the pool.
We swam for a while, and then adjourned to her living room. Joanie made us some gin and tonics, and we started talking about our plans for the future. Joanie was doing nothing to initiate a sexual encounter, and I began to think that maybe there was nothing to those rumors. However, I was horny and there was no way I could let this opportunity pass without at least giving it a try. So when Joanie left the room, I made my move. I removed my top, spread out on the couch and covered myself with a blanket. Joanie came in, noticed I had made myself comfortable and came over to sit with me on the couch. She put my head on her lap and stroked my hair sensuously. Her affectionate touches were electric to me, and every time her fingers combed through my hair, it sent another jolt of pleasure to my clit.
I couldn’t wait a second longer and sat up to kiss her on the cheek. I began to tell her how beautiful I thought she was, but Joanie silenced me with a gentle smile and shake of her head. She said there was no need to talk. Then she gave me the deepest, most passionate kiss I had ever had. Joanie’s silky tongue slipped into my mouth and caressed my tongue. In one smooth motion, our entwined bodies rolled onto the soft carpet and we began to remove our remaining clothing.
As Joanie caressed my quivering body, I realized that those rumors had to be true. I doubted that a novice could have possessed such skill. I felt my sex juices dripping out of me as Joanie’s tongue traveled over my soft curves. My eager pussy was already straining toward orgasm. All it needed was the loving touch of her hands or tongue.
I held Joanie in my arms and told her how long I had waited for this moment, and then I leaned over to suck one of those plump nipples into my mouth. She sighed as I lavished her breasts with little nips and licks. It was heaven to have my hands smoothing over her golden flesh and to hear her sigh at my touches. I lay on my back and urged Joanie to straddle my face and lower her sweet pussy to my lips. The perfume of her aroused sex was intoxicating, and I immediately began lapping up her honey. Within seconds, I was heartily lapping at her swollen clitoris. By the way she was squirming and moaning, I gathered that Joanie was enjoying my tongue action. My new lover now maneuvered herself on top of me so that we were in a 69, teasing and sucking each other’s clitoris until we were both shuddering in ecstasy.
Joanie and I spent the next twenty-four hours in the nude, eating, drinking, talking, and exploring every aspect of lesbian love. Joanie told me about some of her former lovers, including one of our professors whom Joanie eventually invited over to join in our lovemaking. It was incredible that a thirty-seven-year-old “proper” history professor turned into a Sapphic slut when she walked into a bedroom where two young women were locked in a lusty 69.
Joanie was well-connected in the gay community, and that summer I got a chance to meet and make love to many fascinating women. To squelch rumors, Joanie and I each had boyfriends. However, at the end of our double dates, we girls ended up in the backseat while the guys sucked each other off in the front.
Today, Joanie and I live together in Minnesota, our love for each other growing stronger with each day.
—Ms. S.Y., St. Paul, Minnesota