Olivia missed her chance to be with another woman during her college years in 1983. She was nineteen and might have looked innocent back then, but she was far from it. Over the next forty-two years, no other opportunity came up for her to experience a sexual awakening with a girl. Sometimes, it's about timing and having the freedom to explore one's sexuality. College is the perfect place to experiment with these things before a job or marriage gets in the way. At sixty-one, after a dead-end marriage to a cheating spouse, she was unaware of how different her life could have been if she had taken a different path during her college years. Now, she will know with a bit of help from some lesbian magic.
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Sitting in her professor's office, Olivia felt the weight of the woman's words pressing down on her and couldn't believe she was failing at her dream of becoming a journalist. It was hurtful to hear that her writing was too bland and unengaging to read. She had excelled at it during her years in boarding school, but since arriving at college, things hadn't been going well. Every paper she wrote failed to impress her professor, and she felt like a failure.
Olivia was an attractive girl with long brown hair in a ponytail, hazel eyes, firm breasts, and a slim figure. She wasn't the type to sleep around, nor was she saving herself for marriage. She lost her virginity to Fred, now her boyfriend, during a frat party, and soon after that, she began exploring her sexuality with him.
Miss Roberts, her professor, was in her mid-thirties, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She wore black-rimmed glasses and bore a striking resemblance to Margot Kidder, the actress who played Lois Lane in the Superman films. Leaning back in her chair while gazing at the girl sitting across from her desk, she could see emotions forming on the girl's face. She hated crushing the girl's spirit, but she was her teacher, not her friend.
"I had hoped you would step out of your comfort zone and take some risks, but you write as if you were still in high school. This is a university where you gain nothing by playing it safe. I am willing to give you one chance to prove yourself. If you refuse to take risks, I will have no choice but to fail you," Miss Roberts said sternly.
Thank you! I promise I'll do something risky," Olivia said excitedly.
"I am glad to hear that, but to make sure it happens, I will give you a little push in the right direction. I wrote down a test assignment that I want you to do, and if you do it, I will give you a passing grade," Miss Roberts said as she handed Olivia a note.
Olivia's mouth dropped open in shock at what her professor asked her to do. "You want me to go to a sorority full of lesbians, but I am not into girls."
"I figure that, which is why I wanted you to do it. There have been some rumors about lesbian co-eds on campus, and experiencing some safe danger can help you become a better journalist. No one won a Pulitzer by playing it safe. I am not saying you have to do anything sexual with a girl. Just go to that sorority written on your note and snoop around," Miss Roberts said calmly.
"What if another girl hits on me?" Olivia asked nervously.
"Let it happen, you never know, you might just like it." Miss Roberts teased with a playful smirk.
Olivia's jaw dropped at her professor's remark; she couldn't believe Miss Roberts had said that. Even though she knew it was meant as a joke, it was still shocking to hear such a comment from a professor. She had never had a teacher speak or assign anything inappropriate to her, and she wasn't sure what to do about it. This was the moment when Olivia missed her chance, but the spell cast on her gave her the courage to go along with it.
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Later that night, Olivia stood outside a sorority house where her professor said the lesbian co-eds lived. What frightens her more than entering that house is letting fear prevent her from chasing her dream of becoming a journalist. She only had to come up with a good excuse to get inside while avoiding any intimate encounter with a girl. How hard could it be, she thought as she walked to the door.
Miss Roberts knew the sorority secret and wanted her to write about it. Whenever she used the term "safe danger," she meant doing something uncomfortable in a safe environment. Sometimes journalists have to go to dangerous places, but a house full of lesbians wasn't one of them.
When it came to sex, Olivia didn't want to try it with anyone besides her boyfriend. Since the boarding school she attended discouraged students from dating, she missed out on experiencing a typical relationship. It wasn't until college that she hooked up with a boy, but she didn't intend for it to go beyond just kissing. The guy took her back to his dorm room, and before she knew it, they were having sex.
Olivia felt a little uneasy standing outside the sorority in her neon pink blouse and short baby blue skirt. It didn't bother her if another woman was attracted to her, but she didn't want to encourage them to act on those feelings. Her uneasiness was caused by the pressure she was under, rather than being around women who might want to sleep with her. She figured the sorority was having a party because of the music blaring from the house.
Deciding it was best to sneak in and blend with the rest of the party guests before anyone realized she didn't belong there, she quietly entered. When she opened the door, Olivia saw two women wrapped up in a heated embrace on the couch. They were too focused on what they were doing to notice her standing there with a look of surprise on her face. She didn't expect to see two girls kissing as soon as she walked through the door.
One of them was a black woman in her mid-forties, with a polished appearance that suggested she came from a wealthy background. The other was a white blonde girl who looked about eighteen, and Olivia had seen her around campus. The wave of emotion took Olivia aback while watching two women kiss. It was the first time she had seen two women together like that, and she tried to suppress the unexpected arousal she experienced.
Olivia found more party guests in the kitchen; they were sitting around a table playing a game of spin the bottle. There were eight of them, but only half were students. The other four were in their forties, like the woman she'd seen in the living room. There was a story here, and Olivia could guess what it was. Older, wealthy women having their way with sorority girls was a big one that could've ruined all their reputations if it ever got out.
She had no intention of ruining anyone's life; she just wanted to become a journalist and was grateful that only her professor would read her paper. This kind of journalism wasn't very inspiring to her, exposing people's secret sex lives, but she felt she had to do it. Olivia watched the game closely and told herself it was for the paper, but she knew it was more than that.
The real reason she watched was curiosity, accompanied by a strange tingling sensation in her stomach. Olivia found it oddly amusing to watch two girls kiss as one of their shirts was taken off. The game was simple enough for her to understand: whoever the bottle pointed to got a kiss and lost an item of clothing. She knew where it was heading, but she kept watching with great interest.
The girl who was just kissed was Karen, someone she had sat next to in her English 2 class a few times. She found Karen's long blond hair, full breasts, and slim body quite attractive. Not in a sexual way. She wasn't into girls like that, but she thought Karen was pretty. Even more now, standing there in her purple lace bra and stonewashed jeans. It surprised her when Karen bent over the table to spin the bottle; she checked out her ass.
The bottle landed on an attractive older woman with short blonde hair wearing an elegant blue dress, who moved with the grace of a princess. After kissing Karen, the woman slowly unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. Olivia couldn't believe how stunning the woman looked in her two-piece red lace lingerie, black garter belt, and stockings. She couldn't help but admire the woman's body and hoped she would still look that good in her forties as well.
Once again, the bottle spun around the table, landing on a cute Asian girl who attended one of her classes, and what happened to her shocked Olivia. The older, attractive woman in red lingerie didn't wait after kissing to remove the girl's shirt. The girl wasn't wearing a bra, and as soon as her breasts were visible, the older woman started sucking on them. They were small with hard brown nipples.
She had seen enough. Olivia decided to explore the rest of the house before heading back to her dorm to work on her paper. She believed you could learn a lot about a person by how they kept their bedroom, and she was curious about what Karen's room looked like. When she turned around, she noticed that the two women kissing on the couch had already left. Given how they were going at it hot and heavy, she figured the two went off to have sex.
It didn't take long for her to discover what had happened to those two women. After climbing the stairs, she heard moaning coming from one of the bedrooms. She pressed her ear to the door and listened to them having sex. A wave of arousal washed over her; she was surprised that hearing two girls together turned her on. She also felt aroused by what she saw happening to the Asian girl downstairs.
She pushed those uncomfortable desires aside when she saw a door labeled "Karen's room." The brass door handle felt odd in her hand as excitement washed over her as she turned it. She didn't know what to expect behind it and was taken aback by what she saw. A neon blue bed, pink pillows of various sizes, a brown stuffed bear leaning against the pillows, posters of attractive women on the walls, a desk, and a chair in the corner. Besides the posters, it was a typical girl's room, which wasn't what she had expected to see. Not that Olivia knew what a lesbian room would look like.
A small diary on the desk caught Olivia's attention. She looked at it for a moment before picking it up, knowing it was wrong to read someone's most private thoughts, but she couldn't resist. She needed to understand Karen better and why she was into girls. What she discovered inside the pages clarified everything from Karen's sexuality to the party downstairs.
The mystery of Karen gradually unraveled on the pages, and Olivia felt a growing desire to learn more about her. Karen kept her true sexuality hidden out of shame and fear of rejection if people discovered she was into girls. Despite being popular in high school, she still felt the ache of loneliness. It wasn't until college, after joining the sorority she belonged to now, that Karen experienced her first time with a girl.
From that day on, Karen continued exploring her sexuality with other girls and kept everything documented in her diary. Olivia recognized some of the girls' names Karen had been with and was shocked by how many there were. She has only been with one guy for nearly two years now, while Karen has had over twenty lovers. Olivia didn't see the girls' actions as shameful because she had no room to judge since she was doing the same thing, but with one man.
Olivia wasn't with her boyfriend out of some silly idea of love; she enjoyed having sex. Sometimes she acted provocatively and got a thrill from it. Once, in a movie theater, he convinced her to give him oral sex. For her, sex was an effective way to relieve stress, and she took every chance to do it.
In Karen's latest diary entry, she revealed the reason for the party. There is a secret elite lesbian society in the city, and only a few members are present tonight. They are using Karen and her sorority sisters as their sexual playthings. Those girls are taken to fancy restaurants, exclusive parties, given expensive gifts, and promised careers by their wealthy female lovers.
Olivia was stunned by what she had just read. It was a scandalous story that could ruin everyone involved. The weight of her responsibility as a journalist pressed heavily on her, and she was relieved that only her professor would ever know about it. Olivia didn't want to cause harm to Karen or any of the other girls. She couldn't imagine herself being passed around by a group of wealthy men. Maybe one, she thought with a smile, but not an entire group.
She placed the diary back on the desk, her body trembling with forbidden desire from what she had seen and read. As she turned to leave the room, she saw a woman standing by the doorway, watching her.
Olivia froze, unsure of what to do; she stared at the woman before her. The woman appeared stunning, wearing a black and white striped suit, her black hair styled into elegant knots beneath a chic black fedora. She was surprised to see that the woman wasn't wearing a shirt under her blazer. It was unbuttoned, and her full, rounded breasts were partially visible.
Something stirred inside her, a familiar and intense desire she recognized all too well, but it was the first time she felt it toward a girl. The woman was stunningly beautiful, and Olivia was confused about why she felt a sexual attraction to her. She wasn't gay, yet she was experiencing these feelings for this woman.
"Who are you? I thought I knew all of Karen's friends, especially the cute ones like you," the woman said with a sly smile.
Olivia smiled at the woman's compliment and blushed in embarrassment. She was reacting as if a cute guy had said it. Not thinking clearly, she blurted out, "I am not a friend of Karen."
The woman's right brow lifted with intrigue, and Olivia instantly regretted what she had just said. The woman would want to know more now, and she couldn't just tell her the truth. Telling her that she was there to expose their dirty little secret wouldn't go over well. Panic surged through her, and not knowing what to say, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"I heard rumors that Karen was into girls…" Olivia started, but her words trailed off as she realized she didn't know what she was saying or where she was going with it.
The woman's lips curled into a sly smile, and her eyes resembled those of a mischievous cat. "Ah, I see. It got you questioning your sexuality, and now you need someone to help figure it all out." She moved gracefully, like a feline on the prowl, toward Olivia, her voice low and sultry. "I am afraid Karen is entertaining my friends at the moment, but I am available."
"Yes… no… wait… what?" Olivia's words and thoughts were a jumbled mess.
The woman's blazer opened as she approached Olivia, briefly revealing her breasts, which made things even more complicated. Usually, seeing a woman's breasts didn't upset her at all, but this time it left her flustered. She was attractive to the woman, and it stirred feelings in her that she would rather not have. Olivia couldn't think clearly and didn't know how to respond as her words were being twisted around.
"Relax. You're among friends here and don't need to pretend in this house. Just a little kiss is all I'm asking for, and I promise it will answer all your questions. What is your name? Mine is Vanessa," the woman said in a soft, seductive tone.
"Olivia," Olivia said with a hint of excitement in her voice.
Vanessa said flirtatiously, "What a lovely name for a beautiful girl. Now, Olivia, how about that kiss?"
"Okay, but no tongue," Olivia said without thinking.
When she realized what she had said, it was already too late. Vanessa kissed her, and the entire world seemed to melt away. The only thing left was the two of them in a tender, loving embrace. She couldn't believe how good a kisser Vanessa was or how much she was enjoying it. It was everything a kiss should be: soft, tender, and full of passion.
She felt Vanessa's hand on her right shoulder, slowly sliding down her arm as they kissed. Vanessa took her hand and guided it underneath the woman's blazer. Olivia didn't initially realize what she was touching; it was soft and felt nice in her hand. When she realized she was fondling one of the woman's breasts, she gasped in shock, but she didn't stop.
They continued to kiss for a few more minutes until Vanessa pulled away. Olivia quickly turned herself around because she didn't want Vanessa to see the desire in her eyes. She was afraid of what she was feeling and what might happen if she let things go any further. Olivia stepped back to the desk and looked down at Karen's diary.
Olivia felt the heat of Vanessa's body as her arms wrapped around her waist, and her head rested on her left shoulder. She could feel the hot, steamy breath of the woman on her exposed neck and couldn't help but become aroused. Fear urged her to run, but desire kept her rooted in place.
A moan slipped from Olivia's lips as Vanessa began kissing her neck and unbuttoning her shirt. She knew she should stop this before it went too far, but it felt too good. Olivia was lost in what was happening to her and didn't resist. Closing her eyes, she felt her shirt being taken off. She knew where things were headed and that Vanessa planned to make love to her.
"What am I doing?" Olivia wondered. She had never been interested in being with another girl before, but for some reason, she was now. She felt her white bra loosen as Vanessa unhooked it, and she bit her bottom lip as it slipped off her. The pleasure she experienced made her moan as two gentle, tender hands began caressing her breasts while hungry lips kissed her neck.
"Fuck! Mmmm," Olivia moaned as nimble fingers twisted and played with her nipples.
Olivia never imagined she would allow another woman to touch her like this, but she had to admit it felt good. She was beginning to notice the difference between having a male and a female lover. Vanessa, being a woman, knew how to touch her in all the right ways, while her boyfriend mindlessly fumbled through their lovemaking. Where he rushed, Vanessa took her time, giving her great pleasure.
Embracing what was coming next, she watched Vanessa's hands slide down to her skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor. Excitement grew as she stood there only in her panties, knowing that once it was gone, the next step would be sex. Olivia didn't understand how two women could make love and was eager to learn more about it.
"Let's see how wet you are, shall we? Oh, you're really wet, girl. Those panties of yours have to come off before they get ruined." Vanessa said as she rubbed Olivia's panties against her private area.
She didn't know how wet or turned on she was until the woman's hand slipped between her legs. A surge of pleasure ran through Olivia, and she couldn't believe another woman was making her this wet. The experience was brief until Vanessa pulled down her underwear as the woman got on her knees.
After removing her panties, Olivia turned around and leaned against the desk. She grabbed the edge with both hands as she spread her legs apart. No words needed to be spoken; her actions made it clear what she wanted. She always liked it when her boyfriend licked her cunt before the two of them fucked.
Olivia closed her eyes as Vanessa placed her head between her legs, feeling the heat of her breath against her flesh, and let out a series of moans as the woman started licking. The way Vanessa's tongue moved inside her was as if she knew her body better than she did. She had always enjoyed it when her boyfriend performed oral sex on her, but experiencing it with another woman showed her what she had been missing.
The pleasure she felt was so intense that Olivia gripped the desk so tightly that her knuckles turned white. It didn't take long before she experienced an orgasm building inside her. It exploded out of her like a powerful bomb, changing her life forever.
Vanessa kept going until Olivia experienced a series of orgasms that made her scream in pleasure. Looking down at the woman who had given her such incredible pleasure, her lips were wet from her juices, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. The woman wasn't finished with her yet as she slowly kissed up her body.
Sex had never lasted this long before; usually, it was over by now, and she was happy to let it go on. Vanessa's kisses were gentle and affectionate on her heated skin. A small orgasm erupted from her as her breasts were sucked on by knowing lips that had tasted dozens of young girls like her. When the woman's lips met hers, she didn't mind tasting herself on them and slid her tongue eagerly into Vanessa's mouth.
In a moment of passion, Olivia unbuttoned Vanessa's pants before sliding her hands in and started playing with the woman's pussy while they kissed. It felt odd, but at the same time, she thought it was exciting. Olivia had often touched herself and used what she knew to pleasure the woman. It was a strange sensation feeling her fingers inside another woman, and she was surprised by how aroused it made her.
It wasn't the spell that made her want to be with Vanessa, but a deep-rooted need for sex. She was someone who often craved sexual release and wouldn't stop until she had it. Vanessa gave her a taste of being with another woman, and now she craved the whole experience.
An electric thrill ran through Olivia as she sensed Vanessa's body reacting to her touch. She had brought herself to orgasm multiple times and recognized the signs when one was about to occur. Pulling back from their kiss, she watched the woman's face twist with pleasure, low moans escaping between her lips as one erupted. Olivia could feel Vanessa's pussy tightening around her fingers as her body spasmed and smiled when the woman screamed out.
Vanessa removed her clothes, leaving only her fedora, and walked toward the bed, seductively swaying her hips. Olivia stared at the woman's backside as if she were in a trance and had never witnessed anything more beautiful in her life. The woman was enchanting and had her under a spell. The way she crawled on the bed was done in a sexy way to entice Olivia into joining her on it.
"Did that answer all your questions, or is there something else I can help you with, my dear?" Vanessa said playfully as she spread her legs apart, hinting at what she wanted Olivia to do.
Olivia knew precisely what the woman wanted; it was something she desired as well. Even though she wasn't gay, she still felt a strong urge to make love to her. Things had already gone beyond the point of no return, and she didn't see any problem in taking things a little further.
Climbing onto the bed, Olivia hovered over Vanessa before taking off the woman's hat and setting it aside. "There are a few more things you could help me with," Olivia said before kissing Vanessa passionately.
She couldn't believe she was actually being intimate with another girl and was loving it. Trembling with excitement, Olivia reached out and gently squeezed Vanessa's left breast, feeling the warm, soft flesh in her hand. Olivia saw Vanessa's lips curl into a smile as she touched her and smiled herself after making the woman moan in pleasure.
This might have been her first time being with another woman, but the years she spent exploring her own body sexually prepared her for this moment. She touched Vanessa in a way that she found pleasurable, and her moans indicated to Olivia that her technique was effective. Kissing down Vanessa's neck to her breasts, she licked around each nipple before gently sucking on them.
Olivia licked Vanessa's nipples before giving them a playful bite. The longer she sucked on them, the more aroused she became and found pleasure in the act as well. Enticing as those breasts were, Olivia was also eager to experience something else between her lips. It was a hunger she had never felt before, and she had an intense craving to taste another girl pussy.
Kissing slowly down, the scent of the woman's arousal hung heavy in the air, and she found it intoxicating. Being this close to another woman's pussy should have disgusted her, but for some reason, it didn't. She found it oddly beautiful, almost like a flower covered in fresh morning dew.
The sweet aroma from the fleshy flora beckoned her closer until she was devouring it. Lost in her desires with her tongue buried deep in Vanessa's pussy, she licked and sucked on it hungrily. Olivia eagerly drank the woman's juices and had never experienced anything so erotically delicious.
Vanessa arched her back; soft moans escaped her lips as the pleasure building inside her from Olivia's sensual tongue exploded outward. Clutching the sheets with her hands, she cried out as an orgasm took over her, "I'm cumming! Oh, God, Olivia! I-I'm fucking cumminnnng!"
Olivia kept licking until Vanessa's body stopped spasming, and felt a surge of pride in making another woman scream out like that. She climbed onto the bed and lay on her side as she stared at the bedroom door. She expected Karen to burst through at any moment, catching her in the aftermath of her first time with a girl.
The door never opened, but she kept staring at it. She could feel Vanessa's warm, bare skin pressing against her. What she just did ran through her mind, making her realize a few things about herself. Olivia couldn't deny that she was no longer straight and wondered if she ever truly was. She knew that straight girls weren't easily seduced by another woman or enjoyed being fucked by one.
"You were fucking amazing, my dear," Vanessa said as she whispered into Olivia's ear before playfully biting it.
Olivia slipped out of bed, grabbed her clothes, and got dressed. She needed to head back to her dorm to write her paper about tonight's experience, while keeping out the part about her sleeping with another woman. It was fun, and she didn't regret it at all. For now, she wanted to keep it a secret until she had time to think things over.
"I hope you're not regretting what we did. There's nothing wrong with two women being together, and judging by your behavior, you enjoyed it just as much as I did," Vanessa said with a disappointed tone in her voice.
"I am not. I've got a paper to write. I am a college girl, after all, and they keep us busy with assignments," Olivia responded thoughtfully at first before her words turned flirtatious. "If you twist my arm, I could be persuaded to do it again, but next time let us use your bed." Olivia leaned in and kissed Vanessa.
Vanessa responded, "I would like that very much!"
When she went downstairs, Olivia heard sounds of people having sex coming from the kitchen. The game they were playing earlier had turned into an orgy, and she felt tempted to join them. Olivia watched for a few moments, admiring those women's nude bodies, especially Karen, and felt the desire to taste the girl.
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A few days later, Olivia sat in her professor's office, watching her read her report on the lesbian sorority she had attended the previous weekend. She left out the part about having sex with another woman or doing it again two days later. Vanessa works as a curator at an art museum, and after giving her a tour, the woman fucked her hard against a desk with a strapon.
The top few buttons on her professor's shirt were unfastened, revealing a hint of her breasts. Olivia imagines herself unbuttoning her professor's shirt and taking one of her nipples into her mouth. She was lost in lustful thoughts until Miss Roberts' voice snapped her out of her daydream.
"That was very good! I knew you had it in you, and if you keep writing like this, you will be a journalist in no time," Miss Roberts said with a bright smile.
She felt embarrassed for desiring her professor sexually, "Thank you! It means a lot to hear it coming from you."
Miss Roberts didn't realize that Olivia's flushed face wasn't caused by her comment but by arousal. She never intended to turn one of her students into a lesbian or to use the information Olivia discovered to hurt anyone. Unaware, she opened up a whole new world for Olivia and helped her skip out on the entire cheating spouse experience.
