My first lesbian story begins with a trip that was a last minute decision. Friendship, camaraderie, and relaxation were in the forefront of my mind, but my "need to know" was lying just beneath the surface.
Little Rainbows: Storytime at the Lesbian Herstory Archives
Storytime name was Katharine and we met during an online chat one month before my trip. She was 35 and lived in Lesbian, Oregon. And I—29 at the time—lived in New York City. Within days of bumping into each other in the virtual stratosphere, we were speaking via telephone.
Our closeness formed quickly because of a similar mental turmoil we were each experiencing in our own lives. We clung to each other lesbian if we were the only ones on earth who understood.
So Natural, so Right: A Lesbian's First Time
I had an easy flight, rented a sporty Mustang, and drove two hours south of Tallahassee to the island of St. I was on a high—exhilarated by driving fast, playing filme porno russia music, and meeting my potential soul mate.
But when I crossed the long bridge to the island, my stomach formed a knot and my palms began to sweat. I was extremely nervous.
The house was storytime enough to find; Katharine's directions were clear and accurate.
Katharine answered—her blond hair tousled from the wind, and her tall, voluptuous body measuring close to six feet tall. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts.