In high school, I was a total jock but also dated one of the cutest boys in school. It never occurred to me how strange it was that he spent more time on his hair than I did or that his outfits were usually more well put together than mine. We eventually broke up on amicable terms before graduating. By the time I headed off to college, I had already encountered a few lesbians, but none of them ever piqued my interest. I was confident in my heterosexuality.
I was recruited to play basketball at an IVY league college and quickly found myself in a sea of smart, attractive, athletic women who were just as big of a tomboy as I was. It was absolutely amazing. Never before had I been able to so easily connect with other women. Most of the female athletes hung out together, and a few were openly gay, but these women were not my idea of stereotypical lesbians. Most of them had long hair, shaved their legs and arm pits and were overall very attractive and very easy to be around. They could easily date a guy if they wanted to. My curiosity was piqued.
Out of all these new friends I spent the most time with my fellow straight freshmen teammates, Kelly and Lauren. The three of us were like peas in a pod and totally inseparable. One night we all went out to a concert and when I walked into the bathroom, I walked in on my two “straight” best friends making out.
I totally freaked out and left the concert. What the fuck was going on? Why are my two STRAIGHT friends making out? I was hysterical and called, of all people, my Mother.Drunk and confused, I began to tell her that we went to at a Bare Naked Ladies concert and that my friends are making out and that I think they are gay and blah blah blah…

Her immediate response was “What the hell are you doing at a women’s strip club??”
“No mom, Bare Naked Ladies is a band. Never mind, I’ll call you tomorrow.” Click.

That night I could not sleep. The image of my friends kissing played over and over in my head. Kelly pinned up against the bathroom wall with Lauren pressed up against her, hands grabbing Kelly’s ass as they kissed. Kelly is 5’ 8, athletic and toned with huge boobs and an adorable face and long brown hair. Lauren, 6ft with reddish brown hair and piercing blue eyes, had a better body then any girl I knew. They could not possibly be gay, could they? I did not sleep for a minute that night.

We all met for lunch the next day as we always did. Kelly and Lauren sat me down and explained that they both recently realized they were gay and that they were into each other. My world was spinning. My two best friends who I got along with better than anyone in the whole world were now hooking up? Well, fine, so be it. I certainly was not gay so I had nothing to fear and it was all alright with me. The three of us continued to spend all our time together.

For weeks I could not get the image of them kissing out of my head. I would find my mind wandering off thinking about how Lauren’s hands pulled Kelly in closer and how Kelly grabbed the back of Lauren’s hair as their lips pressed together. Catching myself and blushing, I’d look around the classroom awkwardly as if the kid sitting next to me could read my mind. This was getting to be ridiculous. Why could I not stop thinking about them?

One night, we all went out to the local bar, partied til closing time, and headed back to Lauren’s room. I lived on the East side of campus and Kelly and Lauren lived on the West Side, but it was not unusual for us all to end up back in one of their dorm rooms to continue the drinking and laughter. On the walk home, Lauren suddenly stops me and asks, “Have you ever thought about kissing a woman?”

“Have I ever thought about kissing a woman – I fucking think about it all the god damn time,” I think to myself, but I manage to blurt out, “No, not really.”

We make it back to Lauren’s room without further discussion. Kelly immediately takes her spot in Lauren’s twin bed, laying down propped up and talking to me as I sit on the couch facing her. Handing me a beer, Lauren takes a seat on the bed next to Kelly.
“So would you?” Lauren asks me. “Would I what?” I coyly respond. This time Lauren is direct, “Would you ever kiss a girl?”

Fuck, now what do I say? My hands start to get clammy, and I can’t even look at her because I am terrified of those piercing blue eyes. Kelly, that fucking jack ass, is still propped up on the bed, silent, just looking at me. Both of them wait patiently for a response.

Fidgeting and fumbling, I finally say, “Well, I mean, I like kissing, but I don’t think I would kiss a girl. I mean, what girl would I even kiss?”

Without hesitation Lauren says, “Would you kiss me?” I hate Lauren at this moment. I look at Kelly for some type of reaction. Nothing. They are both still calmly staring at me.

Lauren pats her hand on the bed and motions for me to come closer. Without saying a word, I walk over to the bed and sit down next to her and Kelly. “Look at me” she says. My heart is racing, my hands are sweating, and my stomach is doing flips. Lauren gently turns my head towards her and leans in closer and whispers, “Kiss me.” So I do.

Her lips are so amazingly soft, and her tongue is like nothing I have ever felt before. Holding my face in her hands, she kisses me again and again, sucking and gently pulling on my lips and teasing me with her tongue. I feel warm sensations on my neck leading up to my ears. It’s Kelly. She has decided to join in. Their hands are moving all over my body, pulling off my shirt, fingernails digging into my inner thigh. I’m not even thinking at this point, not even sure who I am touching or who is touching me, just feeling my way around their bodies, kissing one mouth then switching to the other. We are all eventually naked and entangled with one another.

This is no small feat in a twin bed, yet we maneuver with ease. As I lay on my back next to Kelly, Lauren positions herself so that she is on her knees on top of us, one leg in between each of our thighs, looking down on both of us. She traces my body with her tongue, biting my nipple as she slides her way down the length of my body stopping just below my belly button. Her breath, hot on my skin as she moves across my waist and onto Kelly’s hips. I watch in disbelief as Lauren slowly sinks further back on the bed and situates her lips between Kelly’s thighs. The whole time Lauren’s eyes are locked with mine as I see her tongue disappear in Kelly. The sounds coming out of Kelly are fucking incredible as she arches her back and grabs on to me with each moan. Still staring me in the eye Lauren softly says, “kiss each other.” Again, I comply.

Lips locked with Kelly, I feel Lauren’s warm breath on my clit. This is fucking incredible. Soaking wet and throbbing, her fingers slide into me easily. Her left hand inside me and her right hand inside of Kelly, she is fucking us to the same rhythm as we kiss.