Rosa L.   view profile 

My friend Svetka was the one who first introduced me to a lesbian club. At that time I was breaking up with my second boyfriend and suffered badly because of that. I just found out that he was cheating on me, silly bastard.
So Svetka set at my kitchen one day, chain-smoking and asking me all kinds of stupid questions about my ex. I was sitting across the table, with a long face, a cig in my fingers and a half empty cup of coffee.

She inhaled, puffed smoke up into the ceiling and declared in a coarse voice: ?All men are assholes?. Then she extinguished her butt in the ashtray and suggested:
- How about going to a cub with me tonight?
- What club, are you nuts, Svet, I am about to kill myself, for fuck?s sake, - and I stared at the kitchen knife.
- What club? A lesbian club! ? she declared with a smart look on her face.
I inhaled in silence.
- Come on, let?s go! It is not what you think only, there are straight people there as well ? we will just dance and have a beer or two.
I sipped at my coffee.
- Svetka, I will never ever go to a lesbian club?
In about three hours we were already standing in line to the club. ?Just like after sausage in USSR? ? I remarked bitterly. Svetka tapped on her heels encouragingly. We must have looked funny. She was a grownup woman, 27 years old and me, a teenager in jeans and a man?s shirt, staring at my feet.

- Who would have known there is a VIP party today?
- Do you think you are on the list?
- Sure. The floor manager is my school mate, I come here often, should be no problem? - the end of the sentence did not sound very convincing.
- Well, will they let me in, you think? Or kick my ass?
- They will, do not worry, if not, we will climb in through the window?
- Sure, a toilet window?
- ?and fall on the stone floor?
- ?and break our fucking legs?
- ?fucking sad?
- ?you bet?
We laughed and here came our turn. The guard checked on Svetka ? she was on the list, but did not buy any of ?we are girlfriends and have loved each other all our lives? crap. Svetka, a go-getter, demanded to see the manager.
A really gorgeous woman of Svetka?s age came out in a few minutes. ?There are women in Russia? I said to myself and noticed how men looked at her. The manager women, who introduced herself as Michelle, gave me a brief look and said to Svetka: ?I am letting you in, but tonight she will be mine.?

Alesia R.   view profile 

During the whole first semester at the University I considered my youth ruined beyond repair, because, no matter how important education could be, it was NOT everything I felt like doing, but, sadly, our faculty is ?an all-girls boarding school? in the full sense of the word ? I study at the philological faculty after all (two obviously gay guys do not count ? they can be friends at best, but nothing more). One can speak of the beautiful sides of female friendship, but hopping at the improvised disco in total absence of young men, can rather be attributed to sports exercise category than anything else.

You might expect me to tell you a story of coming to terms with reality and sleeping with all my female schoolmates, but that is not really my cut of tea, has never been, consider me sanctimonious.
I met with Zhenia during the first exams session. He was transferred to us from another high school and had to pass the exams they had not had where he came from. His appearance was that of an ?absolutely ordinary boy? as my friend Lizaveta would put it. Medium height, medium built, only from a side his face resembled that of a strange bird?s, because Mother Nature had endowed him with a big nose, that he had broken later, and his glasses only stressed the produced impression.

Well, I do like Jewish young men, especially wearing glasses, I do not know why, if you are a shrink, tell me why then.
So after passing an especially mind-blowing exam (on one of those subjects that are of no use to anyone except professors who teach them), having a cup of disgusting tea served at the students canteen, he confessed his love to me, at the first sight, straight to the heart, blah, blah, blah.
Everything was pretty banal?
After attending a theater on one occasion and visiting a museum on another, we found ourselves in his room in the students? hostel.

For those who have never seen it, I have to explain here that our hostel is not a place where cockroaches march in formation across the walls, and inhabitants all have wild sex with each other in short breaks between drinking binges.
Our hostel is more of a kind of an ok hotel, only for students.
At first, as the two hopeless romantics were supposed to, we drank wine. Then we began studying an album on Renaissance painting and were surprised to see how one of the nymphs on the picture looked remarkably like me. Then he suggested I took my clothes off so that he could take a picture of me in exactly the same position and I agreed, I was curious where it would lead us to, besides, the wine was pretty strong. At the third take he gave up shooting and lay down by my side.

Alesia R.   view profile 

I cheated on Zhenia only once during the time we were together. There was a period of short coolness in our relationships with him. The guy?s name was Misha and he was the captain of the University Cheerful and Quick-witted club team and combined his position with that of the first Adonis of the University: he was about 2 meters tall, artistically disheveled black hair, green eyes and a little gap between the front teeth ? a sign of a hidden viciousness, as they say.

Girls fall for him in dozens, but the most they could achieve was a kiss on the cheek, because Misha had a girlfriend named Galia, he had been dating from school. What hurt the girls most was that Galia was beautiful indeed. Had she been ugly as a rusty tank pulled out of a swamp, one could decide that Misha was just a fool with bad taste and found one?s peace of mind in it.
Once a rumor spread out that Misha broke up with Galia for good. Who was the first to say that remained unclear, but everyone decided to take advantage of the situation ? pulled skirts up as much as possible and blouses down to create a d?collet?.

I took no part in 'the casting', I did not care much, besides I had a little cold and for that reason I was wearing jeans and a thick sweater with a huge collar. However, Misha, a little disoriented with the amount of attention, set down at my table in the canteen, at not at anyone?s of those bare-chested and smiling ones. We were a nodding acquaintance, but I felt uncomfortable sitting in silence, so I asked him about the date of the finals and who they were going to compete against. He answered and offered me a ticket. He said he could leave it at the office or I could drop by at the rehearsals the next day and pick it up myself.

So the next evening I went to the assembly hall, where the team rehearsed. There were only Misha and pianist Serezha ? they were rehearsing a song. Apart from the breath-taking looks Misha had an astonishing baritone ? just thinking of it still gives me creeps. When they finished, Serezha disappeared and Misha pulled out a ticked from his backpack and raised it high over his head. For about five minutes we played ?reach out and catch? (considering he was two heads taller, try to guess who won), then Misha gave up on teasing me. Having taken the ticket I tiptoed to kiss his cheek in gratitude, but he did not bend for me and my kiss fell somewhere in the area of his neck.
- Shall we lock the door and try one more time? ? asked Misha.

Michele B.   view profile 

Ok, here is my story.
I lost my virginity at school. That was the time when we girls did not care much for studying.
Our butts became rounder, breasts heavier, and the most common topic for discussions was who had done it with whom and how. Boys were in the center of our attention. But I did not take much interest in the guys I studied with. Yes, some of them were cute enough, but I could not imagine myself being with any of them.

But I want sex more than anything else already, if you know what I mean. There was a problem ? I was still a virgin. I had mixed feelings about loosing my virginity. I felt sort of sad about it ? me being such a wonderful girl and then all of a sudden some idiot telling his buddies of popping my cherry and them all laughing ? that would not be nice, don?t you agree? I already began pleasing myself, but I wanted a real hard and hot cock in my trembling pussy. I wanted it so bad. So I was tormented my Hamlet?s choice ? to be or not to be, to pop or not to pop. The matter required an urgent attention.
I eventually decided that my first man would be a mature person, someone with enough experience. And a very skillful one. Having decided on that did not make the task much easier.
Then a new teacher came to our school ? he was just marvelous! A kind of a small-time Terminator, strong as a tank and not very ugly, actually, he even could be considered quite attractive. Half of the girls? pussies in our class became wet at once. A few tried to attract attention of that mixture of meat and brains, but they hardly succeeded. As soon as I saw him, I decided it would be him! I weighed all pros and contras. I masturbated thinking of him. It was really hard to win his attention, but, having observed others, I found his weak spot eventually ? one had to be sweet and obedient with him, not cheeky, as girls usually were trying to win a guy?s attention.

Michele B.   view profile 

I can tell you of the first time I was with a woman. I have not really talked about it much. But would not mind sharing.
It happened in July, the summer, everyone had waited for so long, was hot. I was a young but already well developed girl in every sense of the word, I had both the beauty and brains. I had the second boyfriend Igor, he was 18 and we had a few mutual friends, whom we had very good understanding with.

Once we were celebrating a birthday of our friend Julia, and began talking about differences in sexuality: bisexuals, etc. We just had fun. Nobody seemed to really mind or care, but when someone asked what if there had been such a person in out company, the question excited curiosity. My boyfriend Igor had a sister Marina, she was 20, she had a boyfriend too, she was a great girl, judging by what Igor said about her and by the few telephone conversations we had. But I had never met her before.
So, we set and talked when there was a knock on the door. We did not expect anyone else. I turned out to be Marina and her boyfriend. Everyone was happy to see them.
When I caught Marina?s eyes by accident, I felt as if hit by an electric shock.
She must have felt something too, because I noticed the way she looked at me all night, trying not to make it obvious. I do not know why, but I liked it, and pretended I did not notice her glances.
2 days later, I met Marina in the street. I did not know what happened to me, but I did not feel quite myself, could not utter a word.
But Marina was very friendly and easy-going, so that I came back to my normal self soon. We went window shopping all day long, spoke all things one could think of. It was getting dark already when Marina suggested we dropped by at her place for a cup of cold tea. I accepted her invitation.

Ivetta S.   view profile 

For the first time I experienced something close to orgasm in a school toilet.
One evening I had to stay late at school and on my way back, in the corridor, I realized I needed to stop at the girls? room for a pee real bad, I could hardly bear it. The tension inside me grew and gave me some kind of a sexual excitement as usual. I needed a pee and I needed a sexual relieve. So I went into the rest room.

As if in no hurry I tidied up my hair, examined my makeup, fiddled the necklace on my neck. Only when I was not able to hold on any longer, I went into the closet, pulled my panties down and my skirt up. I was almost ready when a young couple, a boy and a girl, rushed into the room. They began kissing, filling each other, laughing loudly ? I could hear all very clear through my closet door. In a few seconds the laughter stopped, there was a moment?s silence, then I heard a sigh, then another one, then a soft moan.
I was about to explode, but I had to endure the urge to pee, because I was afraid to scare them off with the sound of me peeing. I felt dizzy, at the same time dying to see what was going on a meter away from me. I heard a sound of passionate kissing, feet shuffling on the floor.
The sound of unzipped fly made my nipples swell. I opened a cabin door slightly. There was a mirror right opposite me. I saw him leaning against the door, she was already on her knees, sucking his cock. I saw only her head and a part of his leg, but that was enough for me to become horny like hell. She took her time giving him head, and it was obvious that she enjoyed doing it. I let out a few drops of urine. I felt I would burst in a minute. I pressed my legs together tight and felt a little better. I heard the steps and rustle of clothes again. I opened the door a couple centimeters wider, trying to remain unnoticed. She was back to her feet, supporting herself with her hands against the wall, he was behind her, his cock entering her slowly. A cry, a long moan, and then the clapping of two bodies having sex. I could see only her spread hands against the wall and her ass, moving rhythmically. She had a beautiful ass, firm and tight.

Ivetta S.   view profile 

It happened many years ago, one summer. My friend called me one day and invited for a walk in the city. It was a weekday. We agreed to meet by the grocery store. It was in about 15 minutes bus ride from my home. As usual in summer I dressed very sexy: a short skirt, with white panties underneath, a white bra and a see-through blouse on top. I did not look like a whore at all, just an ordinary girl, half of the girls in the city were dressed like that. I put on my makeup and ran out. And I took my purse with my ID and money with.

I came to the bus stop, waited for 15 minutes there, my bus did not come. Another one came, it went along the parallel street and I had to go through a small park to get to the store where we agreed to meet. It was 2 in the afternoon, so I had nothing to fear about. I got off the bus and walked towards our meeting place.
As I walked through the park, I met a group of guys in their 20s, who were sitting by a Lada car and drinking beer. When I passed by one of them whistled and called at me. Being a good girl I ignored him and went on. I walked further along the valley when they caught up with me on their car me and began badgering me. Sort of: ?What is your name, would you like to meet, would you like a ride, a lift?, etc.
I walked on pretending not to notice them. Just smiled and said ?No?. Actually it is kind of flattering when you get attention. The end of the valley was about 100 meters away.
Then the Lada car dashed forward and stopped in about 50 meters. One of the guys went out and ran into the bushes for a piss. They had been drinking beer after all. The guy in the back seat got out and stood by the car, leaning on its roof, offering me a ride again.
I refused politely again. Then he grabbed me by the hand suddenly and pulled into the back seat of the car. There was one more guy in the back seat who closed his hand over my mouth. Then another one got into the car. The driver got inside too and they took off.

Sveta M.   view profile 

What I am going to tell you, is absolute truth, I swear.
It happened at school vacation on summer, it was one of those hot days, but it left a trace in my memory, a pleasant and exciting one.
We went swimming with my friends. I felt rather horny that day, I had just seen Emmanuelle on TV the night before, but I did not feel like masturbating. I had never had sex with a boy yet. I made stupid dirty jokes all day long, my panties were wet.

So we came to the gulf shore and found the least occupied place there.
There was almost no one nearby except for a young couple, who stretched in the sand 10 meters away, interrupting their sunbathing with hot kisses once in a while. They were clearly not very happy to see us near. So, Irisha, Tania and I threw our blankets on the sand and ran to the cool water, splashing and fooling around.
Having enjoyed swimming (if I may say so, considering that we could hardly swim), refreshed and a little tired, we got back to the beach and lay in the burning hot sun.
The couple had already left. Probably, we had interrupted them. We were alone on the beach, so we decided to sunbathe topless.
As soon as I took my bra off, Irka, probably carried away with the dirty remarks I had been making, began mocking my ex-boyfriend, pestering me, telling me how sexy I was, and he wanted me badly, feeling my breasts, like Igor used to do, just for a joke.
Honestly speaking, her teasing me, turned me on, I felt waves of heat rising in my body and my nipples swelling. My face surely blushed. I was a little embraced, so I just giggled and jumped on Irka?s blanket and told her the place was occupied.

Sveta M.   view profile 

The most outrageous thing that ever happened to me, happened on a train. I was already dating Oleg, and had no plans on cheating on him when I went to Nizhny Novgorod to attend a student convention.
I happened to share a compartment with a young couple and a middle-aged man, who immediately assumed a role on entertainer. He suggested we went to the restaurant car, we even tried to dance there between the tables.

My dance partner was Misha, that was the man?s name. I was aware of the way he looked at me, at my breasts, my bare belly, etc. I was not at all bothered. I have to admit though that he did not allow himself anything unacceptable when he had a chance to dance with me. However, I felt his heart beating very fast in his chest.
The couple that accompanied us to the restaurant, paid their bill and left earlier. After a short while we went to our compartment too. I went first, Misha followed me. I open the door to compartment and stopped abruptly. In a fraction of a second the picture in front of my eyes dawned on me.
The girl stood leaning forward, setting her hands against the lower berth, supporting herself, the guy kept driving his cock inside her from behind in powerful abrupt thrusts. I wanted to back up, but Misha, who followed me, ran against me and pushed me unintentionally at the couple who were making love. The three of us fell on the floor. The wine we had drunk affected my coordination ability, so I was not able to get back to my feet at once. Then Misha?s saving hands got hold of me and I was pressed against his strong body for a second. We muttered our apologies, said we would wait in the corridor and got out, closing the door behind us.

We stood and looked in the window. It was already late and the light dressing gown I had on, did not protect me much against the cool air. The couple must have decided that we did not mind waiting a bit and took their time.
- Are you cold?, - asked Misha.
- I guess, I am.
Without saying a word, he stood behind me and took me in his arms. One on his hands rested on my belly, the other clutched at the grip.
- Feels better? ? he asked.
- Yes.
His hand stroked my belly gently. Slowly his caress became bolder. His hand reached higher, brushed against my breasts, touched them. Then it would go lower, to my panties, lifting the elastic slightly. When someone passed by, his hand would freeze.
I felt very horny and almost ready to jump at him myself, but I would prefer he had done everything himself.

Liza F.   view profile 

First time it happened at the school disco. As usual it took place in the school gym. They turned the regular lights off and installed the sound system and music lights. The lights were not so good that was why only the center of the gym was lit, the rest of the place was in darkness.
When they announced a slow dance, my boyfriend Kolia invited me to a dance. I put my hands on his shoulders and we moved in unison to the sounds of the music. As we danced I noticed how strong his shoulders were, just like a man?s. He was holding me in his arms. I enjoyed the feeling of his body touching mine.

As we danced his hand dropped to my thigh, then got back to my waist.
Then there was another slow dance. Normally they ran 5-6 of them in a row. His embrace grew stronger and stronger. His hand moved lower. It stroked my thigh at first, then rested on my buttock, began feeling it. I even tried to free myself, but he held me tight with his other hand.
Then we found ourselves in the darker part of the gym. There was no people around. His hand kept squeezing my butt tighter, my attempts to break free failed, nor did I really wanted to. He pulled me to the wall, pressed against it. His hands were all over my body. He squeezed my breasts through the blouse even hurting my nipples a little. I did not resist, just allowed him to do what wanted to me.

Then he pulled up my skirt and began stroking my inner thighs at first, then got to my pussy, stroked it through my panties. His other hand let go of my breasts and went down to my butt.
He had already caressed me like that before, but normally I did not let him go beyond this point. He was a little rough with me, but instead of telling him to stop, surprisingly for myself, I said: ?Be tender with me?.
He froze for a second, then, having realized that I did not mind his caress and was not going to resist, he resumed, but much more tender indeed. I realized that I did not feel discomfort anymore, must have something to do with the wine we had before, I began to relax. His lips touched mine. I opened my lips and allowed his tongue in my mouth. I felt I was getting wet between my legs. His hand caressing my pussy must have felt it too. Thin fabric of my panties was becoming wet fast. I pushed him on the shoulders a little and said: ?Take them off?. He almost ripped them off. I felt his fingers on my pussy. His spread my lips apart. He did not broke his kiss.
I put my hand on the bump in his pants. I unzipped his fly and set his cock free. It was so tense? I took it in my hand and began stroking it slowly. His finger was inside my pussy already, imitating movements of a cock. I began to respond to meet his movements. It felt so nice. My legs felt so weak, I kneeled in front of him, unable to suppress a moan anymore, which drowned in the sounds of the loud music.