I Think You Might Be Gay [F20s/F20s] [Lesbian]

Yesterday I was on the bus and the girl next to me asked me what I was reading. I looked over, a bit startled. Honestly it’s rare that people are so open and although I hate to admit it, I’m usually pretty guarded in contexts like that. But as I glanced at her I noticed that she was actually really gorgeous. Long, curly dark hair, big hazel eyes, full lips and a Roman nose; she had on a long skirt and a peasant blouse showing milky white shoulders. She was gazing at me intently, a smile playing around her lips.

I waved the book vaguely, smiling back. “It’s uh, Richard Dawkins, actually. He’s kind of a jerk, but I like his stuff about evolution.”

“Interesting,” said the girl, still looking into my eyes and definitely not at the book. “What are you learning?”

I paused, then started to speak, then laughed, shy in spite of myself. What was I going to say about the theory of natural selection to this babe? Her eyes are incredible, I thought to myself. Liquid and deep, her gaze steady and knowing. I put the book down. “I’m Vicky,” I said.

The girl’s smile broadened. “I’m Naomi,” she replied.

We talked. She told me she had just quit her job to become a poet. I told her that that sounded very brave and that I admired that kind of self-confidence in people. She told me she had also just left her boyfriend of seven years because she’d found out he had been cheating on her. I said that that sounded very upsetting and disorienting. She agreed that it was. She told me she liked my bangs. I complimented her blouse. I told her I was getting off at Queen Street. She said she was too, a little too quickly. We got off the bus.

I won’t lie. I was a little bemused. This was one of the strongest come-ons I’d ever had from a woman, totally out of the blue. Plus, she had just gotten out of a long-term relationship — with a man. A lot of people would consider that a red flag. People don’t want to waste their time with somebody who’s just experimenting because they’re heartbroken. But as I looked at her, standing there on the sidewalk gazing at me, I had a fuck it moment. You know what, I thought? Any straight girl being this forward, I say bring ’em on. Send ’em to me. They can experiment all they like.

“Wanna come over?” I said.

Twenty minutes later we were in my bed. Naomi was straddling me, kissing me passionately. I had two heavy handfuls of her ass, which I was enjoying very much. She was tall, and strong, and firm, and her desire was palpable. Her weight on me was warm, her energy eager. She straightened up, looking down at me. She had taken her shirt off and her high, elegant breasts were partially covered by her long tresses.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

I rolled us over so that she was lying down and I was on my side, leaning over her. I stroked her hair. “So are you,” I said, and meant it. I felt that she was at the same time ethereal and powerful, like some kind of Mediterranean deity. I let my hand drift down, over her cheek, and her neck, and her collarbone; over the curve of her breast, her flank, her lightly rounded belly; and over the hem of her skirt, lightly brushing the swell between her legs, before traveling up the muscled contour of her inner thigh. As I’d touched her pussy through her skirt, she’d gasped quietly, and pushed her hips forward; so, as I leaned in to kiss her, my lips tracing a path from hers to her jaw to her throat, I slid my hand down her leg again. I felt the springy texture of her hair through the cotton underwear she was wearing.

Her lids half-closed and her mouth half-open, she gave a moan of pleasure and pushed her hips forward again. I kept kissing her neck as I slid my hand further down, taking a handful of her ass again and squeezing, taking care to press the inside of my forearm against her pussy as I did so. She gripped my shoulder and exhaled, her eyes rolling back. I brought my hand back up, cupping the curve of her vulva firmly though her underwear. I love the heft of a pussy, the way it fits perfectly into my hand. I rubbed her gently as she lay there, feeling the underwear slowly moisten under my fingers.

I stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. Her eyebrows were raised a little and her lips were parted slightly, a small smile raising the corners of her mouth, as though she had just discovered something surprising. I put my hand under her underwear and let my fingers touch her directly. I raised my eyebrows ever so slightly: Do you like this? She nodded, biting her lip.

Now I was cupping her under her underwear, my hand against her skin and hair. The heel of my palm described slow, wide circles over the upper part of her vulva. As I rubbed, my middle finger encountered the wet, silky give of the lower part. I let my finger dip into her, encountering a perfectly lubricated softness, warm and electrifying. I slid the moistened finger upward, between her lips, and found her clit, thick and swollen. Naomi gasped and mumbled something into my hair, her grip on my shoulder tightening. I caressed her tenderly at first, appreciating the unambiguously receptive way she was responding to my touch. Her breathing quickened as my stroke became more regular, until she was moaning and crying out. I kissed her neck, her jaw, her freckled shoulders.

As I made her come, she went silent, eyes closed. Her back arched and her hips bucked, and she grabbed the pillow behind her head with both hands. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a moment stretching out in time, she let out a huge breath and collapsed onto the bed. “Fuck,” she gasped. There was a tear in her eye.

“Hey,” I said. “Is something wrong? Are you okay?”

“No. Yeah,” she said. “I’m great. That was… great. Wow.” She sighed, staring at the ceiling. “I’ve um. I’ve never done that before.”

I smiled at her. “Done what? Fucked a girl?”

“Well, yeah. Actually. But I meant – well – I’ve never come like that before. With someone else, I mean…” She looked away, her expression crumpling. Suddenly she looked very small and fragile.

God, I thought to myself. So much for her being a straight girl experimenting. “Sweetie,” I told her, as I lay down and put my arm around her, resting her head against the inside of my shoulder, “I think you might be gay.”

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