My First Sapphic Experience

Happy Pride Month!!! In honor of this month I have decided to focus on my sapphic tales for this month.

Let me tell you about how I realized I was bisexual. Which only happened after I slept with a woman. I was a late bloomer.

I was in an engineering club in college and we occasionally traveled to other states to see cool engineering projects. With engineering being heavily male dominated the three women that were on this trip naturally banded together. While the boys were… doing something, who knows, we decided to grab dinner.

One of the women was very nice but not at all attractive. Just being honest. The other was a latina with girl-next-door kind of beauty. But I’m into latinas. I guess at the time I didn’t know that yet but the point is she was my type, even if subconsciously, so maybe that influenced some events later that night. Anyway, we’ll call this girl Rosa.

At dinner it somehow came up that Rosa had never kissed a girl before. The other girl and I were incredulous. What do you mean you’ve never kissed a girl? Like not your best friend, ever? Not a drunk girl at the bar? No one ever? She said she hadn’t. Ever.

“Well that’s easily solvable,” I laughed. Kissing is just a thing girls do. Not like frequently, but yeah I feel like every girl has kissed her best friend at least once. Surely she could find someone to kiss.

We finish up dinner and walk out of the restaurant towards the hotel we’re all staying at. Rosa turns to face me and I stop. She caresses my face and kisses me. It’s nice. She smiles and we all three begin to walk again. I want to kiss her again but I feel like that’s overstepping so I push the thought from my mind and continue with whatever conversation we were having.

We get back to the hotel and start partying with the guys. I mean… we’re college students. So of course we do. The over 21s grab spirits while the under 21s grab mixers and we all fill up our cups. Most of us end up downstairs in the hotel hot tub laughing and joking and having a great time. After a bit Rosa asks me to come back upstairs to our room while she gets a refill. I hand her my more than half full cup but she grabs my hand and pulls me out of the water.

As soon as we’re back in our room she pushes me against the wall and starts making out with me. Ohhhh okay I see. I maybe missed some cues there. I grab her waist and my hands make my way up under her shirt. Soon we’re frantically undressing and I guide her into the bathroom so that I can lock the door. You see, the other girl was also staying in our room and I had no idea when she’d come back upstairs. I turned on the water to the shower to drown out the noise of what we were about to do as well.

Now I was drunk and this was 8 years ago so my memory is a little hazy. I don’t remember exactly how we got there but I know I ended up eating her out in the shower, the water dripping off both of us. I loved feeling her squeeze around my fingers. Hearing her moan. Wow, watching the female orgasm is exponentially hotter than watching the male orgasm.

“This is your first time???” she asked skeptically.

“Yeah,” I laughed. I was trying to emulate Dakota. He is so good at oral. Based off her reaction I’d say his lessons paid off.

We hear knocking on the bathroom door. “Just a second!” I called out. I quickly get out and dry off and put my swimsuit back on. I opened the door, “what’s up?”

“What are you doing in there?”

The water shuts off.

“I had to pee, I couldn’t wait until she was done showering,” I said with a nervous chuckle.

Perhaps because we were all drunk there were no follow up questions. It wasn’t long before a large portion of our group was in our room. Maybe the hot tub had closed or maybe they just decided to take the party back upstairs, I don’t know. But I know I got shitfaced. I blacked out towards the end of the evening.

One of the first things I did when I woke up was contemplate whether I’d do that again with her sober. And the answer was absolutely, without question, can we please get right on that? I texted Dakota about this experience and I did not get the reaction I expected. I kind of figured he’d think it’s hot, right? What guy doesn’t like a little girl on girl? Instead his message said:

I was under the impression we weren’t sleeping with other people

Oh. Well we weren’t official nor were we exclusive. In fact, I’d been sleeping with my ex still. I knew he wouldn’t like that which is why I hadn’t exactly mentioned that part, but I just figured with a woman was different.

Obviously our open relationship has evolved a lot since then and so has my sexuality. I never slept with Rosa again and haven’t talked to her since graduation but every now and then I remember her and I’m grateful that she opened my eyes to all of the beautiful women I could have. Which is about twenty to date.