My Last Summer at Home - 5 - Sex Stories

My Last Summer at Home - 5

When I look back now I can barely recognize the girl I was at 19, that summer before I left for Iowa State. That small town catholic girl, who didn't have her first orgasm until she was 19, is worlds away from the woman I became. I was really confused that summer about my new fluid sexual identity that was forming. The &#034lesbian&#034 label is never something I've been comfortable with adopting, and not because I think there is anything wrong those who choose to do so. Because of my small town religious upbringing I would have avoided that label when I was young, but eventually I realized it just didn't define who I am. I'm not even really comfortable with the bi-sexual label, because most people assume those who adopt that label are sex crazy. My preferences are very fluid and usually it's not the gender of a person that draws me in, it's just the person. My world was really changing that year I got to spend my last whole summer at home. Me and Jill were moving quickly into this sexual relationship that was a really new experience for both of us. Jill's interest in girls started early that summer after a brief adventure with the school's prom queen. The whole thing was just so unbelievable at first, Jill and little miss perfect, Beth Carter. When I finally got to know Beth away from school, it was even crazier to find out how much of a closeted lesbian sex pot she was. She was ready to dive head first into the honeypot of girl on girl sex in a way that me and Jill weren't ...

... entirely prepared for. Jill had invited me over to the Carter's for the 4th of July after confessing of a little touching and kissing one weekend with Beth. They had had been drinking wine and decided to go for a midnight dip while their parents were playing cards. When they were changing into their swimsuits, Beth aggressively moved things forward. She had just grabbed Jill's hand and pulled it to her little waxed wet pussy, while shoving her tongue in Jill's mouth. It was the wildest thing this small town girl had heard of, up to that point. It definitely made a visit to the Carter's sound a lot more interesting. On July 4th I picked up Jill at 5 o'clock and we headed over to the Carter's with our bikinis on under some Metallica t-shirts and cutoffs. I'd seen the house from the road many times, but when we pulled into the U shaped drive and got closer, it looked huge. The Carter's owned the local car dealership that had been in the Carter f****y since the 60's. At the time they seemed like millionaire's to me, but their McMansion was just like all the other cookie cutter houses in the fancy neighborhoods in Des Moines or Omaha. Beth's yellow Jeep was out front with a perfectly clean and polished little body, just like the driver. &#034Jill, are you sure this is cool, me coming over today? I'm not so sure about this, and I'm not taking any shit from Beth. If she cops her &#034oh my god I'm so popular&#034 attitude today, I'm outta here.&#034 She smiled and poked my forehead. ...