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During my freshman year in high school I realized I liked girls. I had never really told myself I was lesbian or bi or anything. It was just something I discovered. I found myself looking at girls and not boys. I would try to catch a glimpse up a skirt or down a blouse. By the end of the year I was convinced my liking girls was not just a phase and wanted to do more than just look at them. The problem was I didn't know how to meet other girls who liked girls. I thought I was the only one at school. Socially I wasn't prepared for knowing if a girl was into girls or how to make contact. All my mom ever told me about dating was what to do when a guy asked me out. This was reinforced by my friends who talked about guys asking them out. No one ever mentioned girls asking anyone out. Towards the end of the year a rumor flew around the school that one of the coaches, Ms. Thomas, was a lesbian. This was around the time we picked our schedules for the next year. I signed up for her PE class and for cross country, even though I hated running. I didn't really have a plan, I just figured I'd get close to her and learn how things worked.
Fast forward to sophomore year: I spent the first half of the year running my ass off and trying to get her to notice me.I wasn't really attracted to her, even though she was a hot butch. I just wanted her to take me under her wing and show me how this whole lesbian thing works. There were some girls I liked who I thought maybe liked me. I tried dropping some hints but didn't have any luck. I felt like I was running out of options. The second semester I took a new PE class she started called physical conditioning. We were taught how to use weights and not hurt ourselves. The bonus was I had a free period afterwards and could spend extra time in the gym. This meant I could shower by myself, which was less frustrating than being around a bunch of naked girls I couldn't touch.
About a week into it I realized Ms. Thomas had a prep period the same time as my free period. She would be in the coaches office, which was elevated and had a slightly tinted window looking out into the locker area. Past the lockers were the showers. Depending where I stood, she could see me in the shower.
I began to fantasize about her watching me showering, then joining in. In my fantasy she would kiss me and touch me and show me what to do. We would end up naked on the shower floor rubbing, kissing and licking each other.
I started using the shower where I knew she had the best view of me. I would take longer and longer in the shower. I would face her as I soaped up and washed my hair. I stopped wrapping myself in a towel when I walked to my locker.
Nothing.
I don't know what I expected to happen but I was certain SOMETHING would happen. Weeks went by. There were times I thought she was checking me out but that was it. I grew desperate. How much of a hint did she need? A thought entered my head: Stop hinting and just be obvious.
The next day I asked her for help with my form when doing squats. I craved that extra attention from her. When class was over I worked out a little extra as usual. As soon as the last girl left the locker room I was in there. I stripped naked and hit the shower. I soaped myself as slowly as I could. I could see Ms. Thomas at her desk, sort of angled toward me. I turned around and bent over, soaping my legs. I ran my fingers over my calves,letting her see my butt. I moved to my thighs,slowly caressing them. I chanced a glance toward her window. It seemed she was looking at me but trying to not look like she was looking. It was now or never.
I slid my fingers up to my breasts. My boobs are not large but I think they're sexy. I had a little bit of toned muscle under them and my nipples are dark and firm. I caressed them and let my fingers wander over them. I gave up all pretense of washing myself and squeezed my nipples for her. I rubbed them and pinched them. I thought about when she helped me with my form, her fingers touching my muscles as she explained how do do the exercises correctly. One hand drifted down between my legs. I threw my head back into the water as I spread my pussy lips. I was very wet. I slid a finger inside me, feeling the taughtness of my walls. I imagined it was her finger. I imagined her on her knees in front of me fingering me. I imagined her lips kissing my labia, her tongue finding my clit, working my clit back and forth. I slid a second finger inside me. I worked them in and out while I rubbed my clit with my other hand.
I looked at her. She was not trying to hide that she was looking at me. We made eye contact as I masturbated in the shower. My breathing became more labored. My legs shook. I dropped to my knees as my orgasm hit. I knelt there shaking and fighting for breath as the hot water flowed over me.
I expected her hand to stroke my face or feel her lips against mine. I waited until the shaking stopped and opened my eyes. She was gone. My heart raced as I thought she was making her way to me, dropping her clothes on the floor as she went. Such was not to be. When I realized I was indeed alone I picked myself up, dried off and left the gym. I didn't actually loose my virginity until about a year later.
After graduation I went with a gay (male) friend as moral support when he went to a gay bar for the first time. We were both 18 but he had heard they didn't card if you didn't order alcohol. Lo and behold Ms. Thomas was there with her wife. We joined them and they bought us a drink. After a drink or three my antics in the shower were brought up. We had a good laugh about it. They introduced me to a few other lesbians, sort of officially welcoming my into the lesbian community.
Fast forward to sophomore year: I spent the first half of the year running my ass off and trying to get her to notice me.I wasn't really attracted to her, even though she was a hot butch. I just wanted her to take me under her wing and show me how this whole lesbian thing works. There were some girls I liked who I thought maybe liked me. I tried dropping some hints but didn't have any luck. I felt like I was running out of options. The second semester I took a new PE class she started called physical conditioning. We were taught how to use weights and not hurt ourselves. The bonus was I had a free period afterwards and could spend extra time in the gym. This meant I could shower by myself, which was less frustrating than being around a bunch of naked girls I couldn't touch.
About a week into it I realized Ms. Thomas had a prep period the same time as my free period. She would be in the coaches office, which was elevated and had a slightly tinted window looking out into the locker area. Past the lockers were the showers. Depending where I stood, she could see me in the shower.
I began to fantasize about her watching me showering, then joining in. In my fantasy she would kiss me and touch me and show me what to do. We would end up naked on the shower floor rubbing, kissing and licking each other.
I started using the shower where I knew she had the best view of me. I would take longer and longer in the shower. I would face her as I soaped up and washed my hair. I stopped wrapping myself in a towel when I walked to my locker.
Nothing.
I don't know what I expected to happen but I was certain SOMETHING would happen. Weeks went by. There were times I thought she was checking me out but that was it. I grew desperate. How much of a hint did she need? A thought entered my head: Stop hinting and just be obvious.
The next day I asked her for help with my form when doing squats. I craved that extra attention from her. When class was over I worked out a little extra as usual. As soon as the last girl left the locker room I was in there. I stripped naked and hit the shower. I soaped myself as slowly as I could. I could see Ms. Thomas at her desk, sort of angled toward me. I turned around and bent over, soaping my legs. I ran my fingers over my calves,letting her see my butt. I moved to my thighs,slowly caressing them. I chanced a glance toward her window. It seemed she was looking at me but trying to not look like she was looking. It was now or never.
I slid my fingers up to my breasts. My boobs are not large but I think they're sexy. I had a little bit of toned muscle under them and my nipples are dark and firm. I caressed them and let my fingers wander over them. I gave up all pretense of washing myself and squeezed my nipples for her. I rubbed them and pinched them. I thought about when she helped me with my form, her fingers touching my muscles as she explained how do do the exercises correctly. One hand drifted down between my legs. I threw my head back into the water as I spread my pussy lips. I was very wet. I slid a finger inside me, feeling the taughtness of my walls. I imagined it was her finger. I imagined her on her knees in front of me fingering me. I imagined her lips kissing my labia, her tongue finding my clit, working my clit back and forth. I slid a second finger inside me. I worked them in and out while I rubbed my clit with my other hand.
I looked at her. She was not trying to hide that she was looking at me. We made eye contact as I masturbated in the shower. My breathing became more labored. My legs shook. I dropped to my knees as my orgasm hit. I knelt there shaking and fighting for breath as the hot water flowed over me.
I expected her hand to stroke my face or feel her lips against mine. I waited until the shaking stopped and opened my eyes. She was gone. My heart raced as I thought she was making her way to me, dropping her clothes on the floor as she went. Such was not to be. When I realized I was indeed alone I picked myself up, dried off and left the gym. I didn't actually loose my virginity until about a year later.
After graduation I went with a gay (male) friend as moral support when he went to a gay bar for the first time. We were both 18 but he had heard they didn't card if you didn't order alcohol. Lo and behold Ms. Thomas was there with her wife. We joined them and they bought us a drink. After a drink or three my antics in the shower were brought up. We had a good laugh about it. They introduced me to a few other lesbians, sort of officially welcoming my into the lesbian community.
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