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The Night That Changed My Life
By Les Amantes (address withheld)
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When I meet women in chat rooms they always ask how I
could have found a partner if I am as deep in the
closet as I say. The answer is I found my partner
before I found myself. It took only one night to
completely change my life and my way of thinking. (FF,
college, 1st-lesbian-expr, rom)
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Dorm life isn't for everyone, but it helped me grow in
ways unimaginable. It gave me confidence and compassion
and the first stable home I had ever known. Every year
I knew I would be returning to the same room, to the
same familiar faces, and to the same shabby food. I fit
in at the dorm easily. I was a partier and always had
something fun planned, which usually involved something
slightly illegal.
September was the best month at the dorms. The freshman
moved in and were terrified and alone. The
upperclassmen spent their time trying to get them
intoxicated on liquor and fun. Loud music filled the
halls drowning out the laughter and the tears of the
homesick freshmen. I was unpacking some of my boxes
when a light knock sounded at my open door. I yelled
enter and in came a shy freshmen asking about the
shower situation. She and I were to share a bathroom
and she was wondering if it was alright if she showered
in the morning.
I nearly laughed at how considerate she was. I told her
it was 'first come, first served' on the shower
usually. I asked her to come in and we started talking.
I introduced her to my muckers, a very large pair of
rubber boots, and to my shrew, which was kept in a jar
of alcohol. We talked for about three hours. I thought
for sure I had scared her off.
The next day I appealed to a higher authority to get
her moved out of her current room with a smoker into a
room with a little more fresh air. I thought it was the
least I could do considering she put up with my
weirdness for three hours. She thanked me for helping
her move and suddenly we were friends.
I don't remember sleeping at all for the next two
months. She and I stayed up all hours of the night
talking. We told each other our deepest, darkest
secrets and some of our craziest thoughts. My
eccentricities delighted her instead of frightened her
like I had originally thought, and hers I found curious
and flabbergasting. We had quickly become best friends.
As best friends we started supporting each other. When
one of us had a midterm the other would stay up and
keep them company. We never seemed to run out of topics
and the silences were never awkward.
That one night, she had a poetry midterm the next day.
She didn't handle the stress of tests at all well so I
stayed up to give her moral support. She didn't feel
like studying so we lay on my bed and talked. I was
having an insomnia spell that week that made me tense
and nervous. I was lying on my stomach with my head
propped in the crock of my arm when she reached over
and started rubbing my back. Her hand slid in a
circular motion over my tense back and shoulder
muscles. I could feel my muscles relax.
Her arm never seemed to tire and I was content just
being relaxed. My mind went in circles with her hand
and drained of all intrusive stressful thoughts. I was
so completely relaxed that I started to feel guilty. I
was supposed to be helping her relax. So I reached
around her and started rubbing her back.
Both of us could have been mirror images of each other,
with one arm stretched out straight supporting the head
and the other arm looped over the other to rub the
back. We had been in this position for a long time
before I realized how close we were. From shoulder to
toe we were completely touching. Our faces were an inch
apart.
My mind started working at that moment. It said "girl
this is wrong". So I rolled away and onto my back. She
looked so rejected that I rolled back. 'We're friends
so this is okay,' I told myself.
After another hour of rubbing, I had relaxed so
completely that my body was touching hers perfectly
again and my nose was under her chin. My nose was the
mutinous part of my body. It felt the warmth of her
chin and moved up to touch her soft cheek. Her cheek
didn't seem to mind. Slowly her cheek started moving
against my cheek. The warmth, gentleness, and softness
of the gesture was intoxicating.
Although my brain went back to sleep, my heart felt all
the warmth, and caring involved. When our lips met, all
conscious thought was gone. The passion involved
clinched at me and dragged me under a spell I couldn't
comprehend. Our lips fit perfectly together just like
our bodies had for the past three or more hours. Our
tongues mingled in a way that spoke of passion and
desperation.
The kiss lasted forever but not long enough. I lifted
my head but couldn't open eyes. My voice crooked out,
"Man are we in shit!" Her arms were tightly around me
and I could feel her panic in the trembling of her
body. My head lowered again and my lips were recaptured
by the sanctuary of her lips.
I was dragged back to reality but the tightness of her
arms and the feeling of drowning. In my panic all I
could think about was her fear. I could feel it
radiating off her. The words I had spoken hung in the
air like a thick fog. She didn't want to leave until we
discussed what happened but I couldn't think with her
so close to me. I told her not to worry, that we'd
always be friends.
It has been two years now. I am still coming to terms
with my sudden transformation from heterosexual to a
same sex relationship. I still feel love and tenderness
when I think of that first kiss. We reminisce about it
and sigh. It took a whole night to kiss that
passionately but it was so perfect and so right. It
only took that one night.
END
The writer of this story is: Les Amantes [PuddyTat] Her
author Profile: "I am severely shy and a major closet
case."
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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