1. Racquetball Dyke by loyalsock


    Date: 4/8/2016, Categories: First Time Lesbian Sex, Author: loyalsock 

    ... Lilly told me during Physic class that I had better watch my ass around Linda. &#034What?&#034 I asked, knowing I couldn't have heard Lilly correct. &#034I said you had better watch your ass around Linda&#034, Lilly told me again. &#034She's a dyke--a lesbian--a rug-muncher. Do I need to draw you a the picture?&#034 &#034But., but.&#034 I stutter. &#034She's always hitting on the girls at the club. She's hit on me several times. She's even hit on that fat cow Penny.&#034 Lilly informed me. &#034That can't be&#034. I said in defense of myself. &#034Mark my words, she is only being nice to get into your panties. Watch yourself, unless that's what you are looking for.&#034 Lilly warned me with a snarl. I would like to say that Lilly's words hadn't bothered me, but they did. I had felt the hands of woman on me before and I had liked it. I liked it so much that I didn't trust myself. I was in college to become great, a source of pride and joy for my f****y, not to become a dyke. I grew up in a Catholic f****y where homosexuality was wrong, and the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint them. So for these reasons I made myself believe that I shouldn't play with Linda any more. We were schedule to play again tonight, and I desperately wanted to cancel. So with a strong conviction in my mind and the phone in my hand I dialed Linda's number to cancel our match. I was ready to give her some phony excuse about too much schoolwork. With each unanswered ring, my heart beat a little ...
    ... faster, and my breathing became more labored. Lying was never easy of me and I was dreading the discussion I was about to have. For better or worst, no one answered the phone. Thus, not wanting to be rude, I was destine to play one more game with Linda. But I was determined that it was going to be the last game we ever played. Have you ever been in the position where someone says, &#034Don't look down!&#034, or &#034Don't look now, but.&#034, and you then can't help but to look? That is how I felt. Lilly told me Linda was a lesbian and I couldn't stop myself from staring. It has always been difficult for me to keep my eyes to myself around women, and this latest bit of news didn't help. While changing out of my street clothes, I found myself stealing glances of Linda. Her back was to me has she faced her locker. She was wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton panties that beautifully contrast her dark olive skin, and a white &#034scrunchy&#034 that held her long, curly, dark hair. Linda had large breasts, so large that when she raised her arms to slip on her sports bra, they spilled to her sides for me to see. Seeing Linda in this new light captivated me, and my thoughts began to wander. I imagine that I had the courage to walk up behind her and cup both of her breasts while grinding myself into her. I could almost feel the softness of her panties, and warmth of her back on my chest. My eyes lingered a little too long, for when I snapped out of my trance I noticed that Linda's ...
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