Chapter 6
Lesbians Must Start Too
Sally R. and Linda T. are presently enrolled in two different eastern women's colleges. Their expriences are related in this study because they represent a sampling of a group not yet mentioned. Two factors make the initial sex experiences of Sally and Linda of special interest to us. First, they experienced their first sexual orgasm with each other-that is, they participated in a homosexual sex relationship. Second, they participated in this experience with neither acting in the capacity of seductress of the other-that is, neither was the "aggressor." The girls entered into the relationship by slow stages which led them to a mutual desire for erotic sexual contact with each other. Once established, this mutual erotic interest persisted for some time, as we shall see from their case histories.
Sally and Linda were, at the time of this writing, 18 and 19 respectively. Their experiences, undergone at the ages of 16 and 17, came to light as the result of Linda's consultation with a psychological counselor at the college she attends. When the counselor learned that this study of initial sex experiences was being prepared, permission was granted for inclusion of the girls' relationship when the counselor was assured that complete anonymity would be observed.
Linda had gone to the counselor for assistance when it developed that she was failing in two of her six classes. During their talks, it was learned that a former sex relationship was indirectly responsible for her ineffectiveness in her classes. When the full story was learned, the counselor gave Linda advice and assistance in pulling up her grades and thoroughly discussed all the attendant problems. The following account is told in Linda's own words, as recorded in conference with the counselor. At the time of this account, Linda's problem was "out in the open" and she was involved in a chronological recounting of the sexual confrontation which had eventually caused her problems of restlessness and inattention in class.
I first met Sally on the bus that took all of us from the train station to the camp. It was early in June. School had just ended for the year and I, along with a bunch of other city girls, was on my way to a camp in upstate New York. It was a great place to spend a vacation. We were all looking forward to swimming, horseback riding, hiking and a lot more. This wasn't a "girl scout" kind of camp-there were more sophisticated things to do that were designed to interest girls of my age, too.
When I got into the bus, the older girls were sitting toward the back and the younger ones had began occupying the front seats. All the seats were full, but this nice blond girl offered to squeeze over so there would be room for me. Her name turned out to be Sally. She noticed that I was carrying some items outside my suitcase in a little leather bag, and that there were swim fins and a plexiglass face mask among them. This seemed to make her real excited. She asked me if I dug swimming and I said "Yes!" She enthusiastically began telling me about her own interest in swimming.
"I wonder if they'll let me wear this up here at camp," she said to me, grinning and holding up her suit for me to see.
It was a black two-piece affair that looked more like it should be on the French Riviera rather than wasted on other girls at a girls' camp.
I laughed and said, "I don't know whether they'll let you or not, but if they don't, then shame on them. I'll bet it looks great on you!"
The rest of the ride to the camp was taken up by chit-chat about our families and our schools. As soon as we arrived we were told that under a new rule, we could choose our own roommates. Sally and I looked at each other.
"Hey, that's great. I thought they'd assign us alphabetically or some other weird way! You wanna be roommates?"
I said, "Sure, it'll be perfect!"
That night we moved our stuff in and had dinner, getting to know some of the other girls. When we returned from the dining hall Sally said she wanted to try on some clothes her parents had bought her for camp. She thought the hem might not be right in some of her skirts, and asked if I'd help her with the try-ons. Now, considering what happened later, you might think that we madly went after each other's bodies that night. I'm only mentioning it so you'll know that wasn't the way it was. I don't think either of us knew what was coming until it hit us.
Of course, Sally was a very attractive girl. And I was pleased and complimented when she expressed her view that I was good-looking, too. But I'm sure neither of us thought of the other in a sexual way until the day we were swimming together. But I'll get to that later.
We were about the same size, so Sally nicely suggested that I try on some of the clothing that her parents had given her. I was delighted.
When I first put on her cute sun-dress with the low front, she exclaimed, "Gee, Linda, I think that looks better on you than it does on me. Maybe it's because of your dark coloring. How long have you had your hair so long?" she asked me.
"I've only cut it once in my life," I said, "that's why it's so long. I like yours the way it is on you, though. Your blond hair looks really nice the length it is now."
"No, now I'm thinking my dress looks better on you for another reason. I think it's because of your build. I'm only 34-21-33, but I'll bet you must be larger on top, huh?"
I was a little embarrassed, because I well knew that I had nice-sized breasts for a 17-year-old-girl. I said, "Yeah, I guess I am a little larger than you. My measurements are 36-23-36. But that isn't all that counts, you know. I know some guys who like girls to have slender figures better than to ... to be stacked like I am."
Then we got into a discussion about ourselves which proved to be rather intimate. "When did your breasts start growing?" Sally asked me.
"I kind of got an early start, I guess. I started growing there," I said, indicating my breasts, "when I was about 11 years old.
"Mine didn't start getting big until I was about 13," Sally said, "and my period didn't start until a few months later.
"Yeah," I answered her, "same here."
As Sally continued trying on her clothes I got down on my knees and helped her pin the hems that she wanted taken up. I couldn't help noticing what long, slim legs she had, but I didn't mention it to her. I was beginning to think we'd talked enough about each other's bodies. But I could sure imagine that the guys would like to see those legs encased in some nice sheer stockings and crossed under the hem of a short miniskirt. Although not actually fat, by any means, my own legs looked then about like they do now-kind of more filled out.
The next few days were pretty normal, with Sally and me being together no more than any other two girls in camp. On the fourth day we were there, seven of us were taken on a long hike by one of the camp counselors. Boy, what a killer it was! By the time we got back, all of us were pretty bushed. We must have walked ten miles or more! And for young girls who aren't used to it, that's a long way.
Sally suggested we go soak in the lake for a little while. I was so tired, that sounded very good. While we put on our bathing suits to go there, it was the first time we had seen each other completely nude. Honest it was! The rest of the time we both had been sleeping in nightgowns, and there just hadn't been any occasion for us to see each other. As Sally climbed into her suit I saw that she was really trim, with lean legs, a flat stomach, and two full little breasts that looked as firm as could be.
I couldn't tell for sure, but I think she got quite an eyeful of me, too. I'm sure she was looking at my long black hair, because she had already told me she was fascinated by it because of its length. And I think she also stared at my full breasts, my ample hips and my curvy legs and back. Anyway, we soon had squirmed into our suits and were out the door on the way to the lake.
In just a few minutes we were both lying in shallow water with the low waves of the lake lapping up across our shoulders. It was almost sundown, yet it was still so warm that we were perfectly comfortable.
Sally complained, "Boy, that hike really took it out of me! I feel like I'd been through a stampede! The worst part of it isn't that I'm tired, though. It's the soreness! Are you sore, too, Linda?"
"Yeah," I admitted, "now that you mention it, my legs feel like they're about to come loose at the sockets! And even my shoulders are sore."
"Mine too," said Sally, "and my back's the same. Wow, I guess that hike really shot us down, huh? I wish my mother were here. At the beginning of volley ball season, when I used to get sore like this, she'd come to my room and rub liniment into my muscles. It really felt good!"
"Hey, you know, that would be a groovy idea," I said, "and even if we don't have any liniment, I'll bet a good rubdown would work wonders for us. I'll do you if you'll do me!"
"Swell!" Sally exclaimed. "Who's first?"
"You can be first," I told her. "Come on up here where the water is more shallow and I'll start in on you."
Sally wriggled backwards until she reached the spot I had pointed out. Then she relaxed on her stomach with her head on her forearms, and said, "I'm ready if you are."
I sat beside Sally in the water-we were only in water a couple of inches deep-and began to rub her back. I moved my hands in long, slow strokes that seemed to relax her and make her feel better.
"Oh, that's great. Thanks! And keep doing it!" Sally yelled.
After a little while she said, "Linda, could you move down to my legs, now? I think they hurt worse than anything."
"Sure," I said, allowing my hands to pass lightly over her buttocks as I worked down to her long, tanned legs that glistened in the water. And I guess that's when I first felt it. I mean I guess that's the first time I felt desire for another girl. As I let my hands roam along the backs of her legs, I found that I wanted to hug her, to enclose her in my arms and feel her sex against mine. But it was a scary feeling, too. I remember that I didn't want her to know that I Was feeling the way I did. So after only a little while of rubbing-no it's wrong to call it that-by now it was caressing, not rubbing. After a little while longer of caressing her legs I couldn't stand it any more.
I said, "Hey, isn't it about time for me to get some of this massaging action?" I was trying to sound as playful as I could, because I didn't want Sally to know how I was feeling. Just then she blew my mind by saying, "Sure, Linda. I guess it is about time for you to have your turn. You know, I guess I was kind of in a dream while you were ... rubbing me. I. mean ... I was really feeling ... strange...."
I broke in. "Sally, you mean you were feeling that way too? I was feeling strange too, but I ... I didn't want you to know. I don't know why, I just thought you would think I was silly."
"Well, the way you were rubbing me was beginning to make me feel kind of ... kind of like I've felt with a boy sometimes. I mean like I felt when he touched me ... you know, kind of ... well, kind of sexy!"
There! At last it was out in the open. I felt very relieved. "That's all right, Sally." I said. "Don't feel bad about it" I hesitated. "Now that you've told me that much, I can tell you something myself. When I was doing it to you ... I mean when I was just rubbing the backs of your legs, I began to-well, I began to feel the same way you just said. Kind of sexy! And it was just from doing the rubbing!"
We looked at each other. Sally turned over on her back and let her legs relax with her heels in the water and her toes sticking straight up. "Yeah," she mused, "yeah, that was really strange. I couldn't tell how you were feeling, but I was sure feeling good myself."
I had an idea then. I don't know how consciously I was aware of what my feelings were leading me to. Anyway, I said "Hey, Sally, I'm getting kind of chilly. Will you wait 'til we get back to the cabin before giving me my massage. I mean, if you still want to. Do you still want to massage me like I was doing you?"
"Sure!" she said quickly. "Nothing's wrong We were just making each other feel kind of sexy. I'm not afraid of it if you're not. Let's go back right now."
As soon as we got back into the cabin, things became a lot easier for us. We weren't as afraid to let ourselves picture the possible consequences of what we were doing, I guess. But we still weren't able to admit the extent of our desires. I've talked to Sally about it since then, and she says that she was wanting me physically then, but that she was too embarrassed to talk about it.
Sally suggested, "I guess the best place for you to lie while I massage your back"-she was careful to state just what she was going to massage, at this time-"would be on your bed. Okay?"
I agreed and immediately lay face down on my bed with my bathing suit still on. I told her, "My straps are beginning to hurt my back. Mind if I untie them and let them lie?" I started to reach back and untie the top of my suit, but Sally put her hands to the ties and said, "That's okay. I'll do it."
I can't describe how sexy it felt for me to feel Sally's fingers untieing my bra. I got goose bumps then when she did it and I'm getting goose bumps now from just talking about it! I didn't say anything about it though, at the time. I just let her go on untieing the straps and letting them fall beside me on the bed.
She started working my back over. Her soft hands felt very soothing. And the sexy feeling was coming back again, too. Only this time even stronger!
"Sally, you're making me feel marvelous," I told her. "Will you rub my legs, too?" Although she agreed and began to do as I had asked, I began to have the feeling that I was talking too much about what we were doing. I made up my mind right then that I wasn't going to do any more talking about it. I was just going to do it. Whatever it was!
I looked back over my shoulder at Sally and started to tell her how I felt about not talking any more while we were rubbing each other, but to my delight I found that she seemed to under stand without my saying a word to her. She just nodded her head slowly as I looked back over my shoulder and into her eyes, then she patted my shoulder and put a delicate finger to her lips to indicate quiet. It was the most beautiful feeling.
As soon as that feeling had passed between us, a new kind of closeness seemed to spring up. I knew that I was going to let Sally do anything that she wanted to do with my body, as long as it felt good. And I knew that she would do the same with me. What a secure, pleasant knowledge it was. So I turned my head back facing the bed and let Sally continue to caress my back and legs. After a little while her hands began to wander in between the backs of my legs along my knees and my thighs. That was when I began to feel the slow dawn of a warm, sensual swelling between my legs. It seemed that my ... that my sex organ was filling like a balloon with some kind of feeling I'd never experienced before. I guess I started moving a little bit when she did that, because she was able to get her hands around underneath me, where she continued gently to pass them across the front of my thighs.
Then all pretext was abandoned. She lay down beside me, and I turned over on my side to face her. I knew that this would make my breasts be right in front of her eyes, but I didn't care. I was enjoying her own body too much, now that she was lying within my reach, to be concerned about us seeing parts of our bodies that generally aren't supposed to be seen.
As we looked into each other's eyes, we slowly brought our faces closer and closer together. Sally squirmed her slim body around in the bed in order to make our heads at the same level. When she did this, I could feel her springy little breasts touch my stomach and move on up toward my own breasts. I reached my arms around her and began, as she had done for me, to untie the straps that would release her breasts to my touch. As she realized what I was doing, she sighed aloud and snuggled her head into my neck and shoulder. We were both becoming ecstatic, and we'd hardly even touched each other-compared to what we did to each other later, anyway.
When I had her bra straps loose, she lay back away from me just far enough to allow her bra to fall off between us. Then I marveled at the smooth, creamy texture of her small, full little breasts. Her nipples looked as hard and convex as two acorns. And I, like a squirrel famished for those acorns, bent my lips to them and for the first time, my mouth tasted the breasts of another girl.
I began gently to suck her little nipple in and out of my mouth. She began to move her body so as to allow her breast to enter farther into my mouth. It was plain to me that she loved what I was doing to her, and that made me all the more excited myself. As I switched over and started on her other breast, she did something that really set me on fire. She let her hand drop down between my legs and slowly, almost fearfully, she began to toy with the hairs around my vulva. As I pressed myself closer and closer to her, she could tell that I was really digging what she was doing to me. Then she took my hand and placed it between her own legs. I could feel her little mound all wet and hot when I touched her there. She was so hot between her legs that even the mat of hair covering her vulva was wet through and through. As I played with her, she suddenly found a new spot between my own legs that made me take my breath in sharply. She was gently caressing, with two of her fingers, the little raised spot at the top of my vulva. When she saw the exciting effect it was having on me, she dropped her mouth onto my breast. It was the first time she had touched my breasts with her mouth.
We lay there like two naked little animals, slowly and gently savoring each other's bodies as though we were made of strawberries and grapes. It was almost more than we could stand to be able to touch and caress each other as we were doing.
Her mouth was on my breast like a small hot flame, and her tongue stirred my senses with a thousand tiny erotic charges. As she tongued my breast, I was busy doing the same for her. Her lovely little breast was small enough to allow me to enclose it entirely with my mouth, and as I felt her nipple on the roof of my mouth, I wanted to swallow her little dough-bread breast like a plump marshmallow. The more we sucked each other, the hotter we became between our legs and the faster we moved our fingers in each other's vulvas.
As we fell into a mad rhythm of ecstasy, I felt the slow, balloon-like swelling again that I'd felt before, only this time incredibly more forceful. And Sally's deep, quick breathing told me she must be feeling the same way I was. In a final shudder of intense feeling we both moved our fingers inside each other like tiny pistons until groans came from our throats. Then, as we sucked our breasts and pushed against each other's bodies, I felt it happen. An explosive action deep inside my vagina that made me shake and quiver all over until the waves subsided and I was lying breathless and happy with Sally in my arms and both of us whimpering with greedy delight.
Sally was beaming. I knew that she had gotten the same feeling I had enjoyed, because I felt the rapid, rhythmic little quivers between her legs as I had fondled her there when I was reaching my peak. We were unable to do anything now but lie and comfort each other against the onslaught of the sexual pleasure we had just experienced together.
Without a word, Sally rose from the bed, bent over and kissed me on the lips, then walked to her own bed and flounced down onto it like a loaf of bread. I think we were both asleep in seconds.
The next day I woke with Sally's rosy little lips sucking on one of my breasts and her hands caressing my vulva again. I was so glad to feel her that I grabbed her and pulled her into bed with me where we both enjoyed a little sex before our breakfast. We sucked each other on the breasts, played with each other's vulvas and we both had another climax.
In the days that followed, we never drew attention to ourselves by hanging around too much in sight of the other girls, but as soon as we hit our cabins, we'd immediately jerk our clothes off and start fondling one another. We'd experiment with each other and did everything we could think of to each other's bodies. Sucking our breasts had been so good that it wasn't long before we discovered how good it felt to suck each other between the legs. We used to do that to each other at the same time, with our breasts bouncing against each other's stomachs as we licked and sucked as fast as we could go.
At other times we would take turns getting down on the floor burying our head in the other's lap while we played with our breasts. Our whole day became just a matter of waiting so many hours until we could be together again.
Once Sally voiced a question that I'd been wondering about for several days. "Linda, do you suppose any other girls here at the camp do what we do in bed together?" she asked.
"Gee, I don't know, but I've wondered about it too," I told her.
"I'll bet that if anybody else does, that it's Brenda and Terri," she said. "Did you ever notice how they always head for their cabin right after they eat, just like we do?"
"H-m-m-m, maybe you've got something there," I admitted to my sex partner.
"Well, I was thinking that if I knew how to go about it, I'd ask them and see," Sally said. "I'm not sure how you feel about it, but I think it would be groovy to have sex with other girls, now that we know what it's all about. What do you think?"
"The thought's occurred to me, too," I admitted, "and I don't see why I wouldn't enjoy it."
Sally brightened up. "If you would dig it, then, I think I can find out about Brenda and Terri. Okay?"
"Sure," I said, "but just make sure you don't let it out about our scene. Find out first about them. We could really get into trouble, you know, if the camp authorities found out what we do. . "Don't worry," Sally said, "I'll be careful."
A couple of nights later, Sally walked into the cabin with Brenda. I was really surprised to see them together, because I had no advance word they were coming and I'd almost forgotten about our conversation of a few days before.
"Linda, meet Brenda. Brenda, this is Linda," she said, holding out her hand as a gesture of friendship. "Brenda and I have been having a very interesting little talk," Sally said, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
"Really," I said. "Then by all means let me in on it."
"I'll start by putting my cards on the table," said Brenda. "Sally tells you and her never had sex before with anybody until this summer here at camp. Right? Well, I've been digging other chicks since I was thirteen, and I'm the age as you are now. So if you girls can dig it, just look at what I have to offer. If you like it, you can show me what you have."
Sally was excited, "See, Linda," she said to me, "Brenda isn't a bit embarrassed about it like we were. She said she'd show herself if we'd do the same."
With that, Brenda proudly stepped forward and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her bulging brassiere to us. She really had a pair! Although she was as slender as Sally, her breasts were at least as big as mine-maybe even bigger. She was a very good looking girl, with red hair and a cute, turned-up nose. She saw that both Sally and I were very interested in what she had to show us.
"If you'll help me, Sally, I'll show you both what's underneath this brassiere," she said. Sally needed no urging. She quickly stepped behind Brenda and unfastened her brassiere. Then we were both staring at as a luscious a pair of breasts as I could imagine. Their shape was perfect, her nipples stood out like marbles, and the skin of her plump breasts looked as smooth as glass. She had a big smile on her face.
"You have a beautiful pair, Brenda," I said to her. "Now, will you let us know you better? I'd like to know, for example, whether you're a true redhead or not."
"Okay," she answered, "if you'll take your blouse and bra off, I'll let you find out for yourself," she told me.
I did as Brenda asked and she motioned me toward the lower part of her body. She was looking now at my own breasts, which she apparently approved of with great gusto. "Go ahead and see for yourself whether I'm a true redhead or not. Those are nice breasts you have there, Linda."
Sally looked at me in envy. I was being invited by Brenda to pull down her panties and see if she was really a true redhead. She was wearing a skirt, so I boldly walked up to her and raised the skirt up to her thighs. Her full breasts jutted out at me above her slender waist as I lifted the hem of her skirt and placed my other hand on the waistband of her panties.
Sally cried, "Wait, I want to see, too!" She knelt down on the floor in front of Brenda and yelled, "Now pull them down, Linda!"
I lowered Brenda's panties past the lower part of her stomach until her pubic hair became visible. Sure enough, her hair was as coppery colored there as it was on her head. It was too much for Sally.
She said, "Linda, don't you think Brenda has been nice to show us what she has. I think she deserves a little prize, don't you?"
Before I could answer, Sally, who was still wearing all of her clothes, and was kneeling in front of Brenda all the time I had been pulling down her panties, lunged her face forward and buried it in the soft muff of copper hair between Brenda's legs. I could hear the noise made by her sucking lips and the sound of it drove me wild. My brassiere was already off, but what I really needed was to get out of my panties. I sat down on the floor and yanked off my shirt and panties. As Brenda, who was receiving an excellent sucking, placed both of her hands on Sally's head and stroked her cheeks and forehead in obvious delight at the treatment she was getting, I began to play with myself, stimulating my own pubic region with my hand.
Brenda saw me and said, "Don't do that for yourself. Come on over and let me do it for you!"
I went to her and lay down as the two of them slowly lowered themselves to the floor. This put Sally's firm little bottom right in front of my nose, so while Brenda proceeded to stick her tongue into my vagina, I quickly removed Sally's panties so that I could do the same thing for her that she was doing to Brenda and that Brenda was doing to me. The result was all three of us sucking each other and also getting sucked. And as I sucked Sally's tender little vulva, I realized that Brenda, in addition to sucking mine, was now grasping my breasts in her hands.
Sally, from her position between Brenda's legs, could see Brenda's hands on my breasts, so this inspired her to grasp Brenda's breasts in her own hands and start kneading them like gentle cat's paws. I, in turn, slipped my hands up underneath Sally's brassiere-for she was still fully dressed-and began to massage her own little breasts. Soon we were all moving like one giant, snaky ocean wave, and with a few minutes of this beautiful contact between all our vulvas, breasts, lips and hands, we all speeded into a fantastic climax that made the blood rush through my ears like a tropical gale.
That night Sally told me that Brenda's roommate, Terri, hadn't been able to visit us because she had cut her foot on a broken bottle and had to be taken to the hospital. It was doubtful, she said, that she would be able to return to camp at all, so Brenda had been especially glad to discover us and our interests.
The rest of the summer was a marvelous time of horseback riding, swimming and hiking, with all three of us joining together for love scenes whenever possible. I don't know if any of the other kids at camp were enjoying girl-love or not, but if they weren't, we three made up for it with our wild nights in the cabin.
My trouble began when I entered college. Sally lived close enough to me that we were able to see each other once in a while during my last year of high school, but when I was sent to college, I was too far away and I wasn't able to see her any more. Suddenly the world seemed pretty drab. I dated a few guys, but it wasn't too much fun. I was always thinking about sex with Sally. I probably would have let some of them have sex with me if they had tried, but I guess college freshmen are pretty backwards. At least the ones I dated were, because none of them ever tried anything with me.
I even considered trying to meet some girl at college who was interested in other girls, but I didn't quite know how to go about it and I was afraid I would get into trouble over it.
That's when my grades started suffering. I had gotten so used to having sexual relief that I really missed it. I couldn't seem to think about anything else. So the courses that were easy for me, I passed all right. I even made an "A" in one course. But I could never make myself study the courses I didn't like, so I flunked them. I think I would be a lot better off if I could have a regular sex thing again.
COLLEGE COUNSELOR'S ANALYSIS
Linda T.'s problem was much more common than she had reason to suspect. I'm sure that she would have been surprised to learn that I had five girls who were faced with a similar problem during the same semester that she reported to me.
In Kinsey's Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, it is stated that "Homosexual contacts are highly effective in bringing the female to orgasm. In spite of their relatively low incidence, they had accounted for an appreciable proportion of the total number of orgasms of the entire sample of unmarried females."
My experience as a counselor of this college bears out the validity of Dr. Kinsey's statement, for I found that a rather large number of girls had participated in homosexual activities and although the girls differed in moral and social judgements, every girl with a history of homosexuality, however slight, indicated to me that the experience had been extremely satisfying from a purely physical point of view.
Linda T. was advised to take advantage of her attractiveness to males by dating as often as possible within the limits of her study load, and to attempt to date older college men whenever possible. One particular statement of Linda's gives reason to doubt that she had become a confirmed homosexual-that is, a girl for whom men would never hold any interest. Her last recorded statement is "I think I would be a lot better off if I could have a regular sex thing again." She does not specify females in this statement-only the vague "a regular sex thing." This is only one of many factors that leads us to believe that she may develop wholesome and rewarding male companionships in the future.
When Linda is able to feel the acceptance of a new intimate relationship, the chances are high that her schoolwork will improve. In the absence of this, the only thing that can be suggested is that she take part regularly and actively in some sport that demands enough of her physical energy to at least partially overcome her sexual anxiety.