Chapter 1: My Beginnings

My name is Sheila Simpson; I have been a lesbian nearly all of my adult life. I was born in 1940 in a rural part of East Anglia in England. My sister Rachael came along about ten months later. We shared a double bed in the second bedroom in our cottage right up till I left for University, and anytime I was at home after.

I never really knew my Father as I was too young to remember, he was killed in the war and never came home. Mother was a professional lady, an Accountant and we were fortunate enough to have a motor car. An Austin Ruby that people would call a “Rolls Canardly”, ‘rolls down hills and can ‘ardly get back up. Still it did us for when Mother went to work in town, and would take us for drives on weekends.

Mother had married quite young, eighteen at the time and she often said, “Too young.” Once the war was over she never remarried, in fact I don’t remember her dating other men that much. She seemed to be quite content with her lady friends, often having one or more in for an evening of cards or a meal. She in turn would be invited to their homes. When we were quite young we would accompany her.

Her best friend was a lady named Susan, who had also lost her husband in the war. It seemed the war decimated a lot of families at that time. She was a frequent visitor to our home in those days, often staying over for the night. As she was also mother’s card partner, they socialized with each other more than with other ladies. In the summer we would sometimes go for a picnic or to the beach, and when we did “Aunt Sue’ would sometimes accompany us.

As a result of living in the country, we didn’t have any close neighbours to play with. For siblings we got along very well together, and we would play together. Growing up I taught her to play board games like Snakes and Ladders, then my favourite Monopoly etc., as well as card games like Bridge. Whist was also a very popular card game in those days. This was before we had a television and we would listen to the radio, I still remember “Mrs. Dale’s Diary” that was very popular at that time.

Mother’s sister also lived in town and we often spent time there, sometimes sleeping overnight when mother couldn’t be with us for some reason. Also our grandparents lived in a town on the coast, about thirty miles away. Rachael and spent a lot of time there in the summer, where we loved to play on the beach building sand castles, exploring for sea shells etc

Once I was into my teen’s mother felt I was old and responsible enough to look after the house, and of course my sister. However Rachael and I began to notice little things at home when she and Sue were together, nothing serious, just complimenting one another. Hugging and kissing more openly when arriving or leaving one another’s company. Rachael and I kept what happened in our home to ourselves, we talked about it and decided it was none of our business. I’m not sure, but I think our instincts told us not to say anything about it to others.

Also as a teenager I took an interest in fashions for ladies, I enjoyed out trips to town when we could visit the shops and see the latest designs, as well as browse through the catalogues that were available. This was a time when fashions were changing for women, the whale boned corsets were being replaced with girdles, those long legged underwear called ‘Bloomers’ with the shorter legged version called ‘Knickers.’ Garters that had the stocking tops rolled over them causing unsightly bumps under dresses were being replaced with Garter Belts, and high heeled shoes were becoming more fashionable.

I never knew anyone who had a washing machine in those days either, people did their laundry by hand and hung the clothes outside to dry. I used to find it interesting to see the different styles of underwear hanging on the clothes lines, and try to visualize what the women would be wearing under their clothes whenever I saw them in public.

In my teens with my body developing, my periods had started along with the sexual feelings, and like others I began to take an interest in sex. There were no sex instructions in those days either; we learned what we could from books as well as stories handed down from older girls. Like others, I eventually began to take care of my own needs in private.

I was 18 when I left home to attend the University of London, to begin studies to become an Accountant. While there was residence at the University, Mother felt it would be better for my studies if I was in a private home, and found a room for me in a home close by.

It was an exciting time to be away from home, living in a big city and of course making friends from different parts of the country. One girl in particular and I were to become close friends. Jennifer was a very quiet pretty girl from the midlands. She was staying in the residence, and we would often study in the library, go to tea rooms and the odd picture, (movie) together. We did not have much pocket money, but what we did have we shared. Often after a movie we would go to a fish and chip shop and share a plate of chips.

That first year we really had to study, and after it was over we went our separate ways home, but kept in touch writing to one another every week. I missed Jenny and longed for the school year to start up again.

Back home Rachael quizzed me about life in the big city, she was going to be going to a University in the midlands the following September. We spent a lot of time together that summer, going for walks in the country, picnicking by the river etc… At first I would answer her questions as best as I could.

One Saturday night mother had gone up to Norwich for some reason with Aunt Sue, leaving Rachael and I alone as she often did. We were sitting on the sofa in our nightgowns and talking, and the subject as often turned to sex. The lights were off, and the only light was from the fireplace and the flickering of the TV. As I said she was going to university that fall, and had just turned eighteen. Rachael in her own quiet way was more open about sex than I was, not that I was a prude by any means.

This night we were in our nightgowns ready for bed, sitting opposite each other on the sofa chatting. I had my feet tucked under me facing her, and she had pulled her knees up so her feet were on the sofa. Pulling her night gown over her knees, she wrapped her arms around them. Our conversation turned to sex, about boys and what we thought we knew about sex from conversations and reading. We were both virgins at the time.

She had her feet tucked under her and about a foot apart. She had no knickers on, and in the firelight I would get an occasional glimpse of her upper thighs. Her mound was protruding between her thighs, and I found this to be arousing. It was like a magnet and I couldn’t help but keep glancing at her privates.

I was to learn later this was not lost on her, and she liked the attention I was giving her private area. She let go of her knees and leaned back on the cushions, this caused her nightgown to fall back on her thighs. Slowly she parted her knees to give me a full view of her lower torso, exposing that triangle of pubic hair that surrounded her pussy.

She was watching me intently and let her hand move down to cover it, but only for a moment as she began to rub her fingers through the hair. There was no pretense from me by this time, my eyes were glued to what she was doing.

Watching her ‘diddle’ herself did it for me too, so I followed suit and there we were facing one another and masturbating. We kept our legs apart to view one another, giggling from the pleasure. After we were both breathless and flushed from the pleasure, we lay there grinning at one another. Finally I got up and turned off the TV and taking her hand said, “Come on” and led her to our bedroom.

Once there, with the moonlight lighting us up I took off her nightgown, followed by my own. Now we cast our eyes over each other’s bodies, I know we had seen each other naked lots of time over the years, but this was different. I saw her as a sexual being, not a teenager but a young woman with a perfect body. She was very shapely, her tits standing out like perfect globes of flesh tipped with raspberries. She had a narrow waist, the beautiful curvature of her hips narrowing down to her thighs. Her thick patch of pubic hair was in sharp contrast to the beauty of the white skin surrounding it.

She must have felt the same, we didn’t say anything, just looked at one another for a few minutes before falling into each other’s arms. We gave each other deep passionate hungry kisses, the tongue searching kisses of women in love. We pressed a knee between each other’s legs to press our thigh against each other’s pussy. My hands were all over her back, down to the smoothness of her buttocks, to grip and fondle reaching between her cheeks.

Somehow we moved against the bed and fell on top of it, still in our embrace, neither of us willing to let go as we began to love one another. It was a beautiful night; we gave each other what our bodies needed. We kissed and caressed each other, enjoying the thrill of pleasing one another. Pressing our pussies together we made unabashed love, bringing each other time and again.

That year I was also going to dances on Saturday nights, and started dating boys. Although they would often try to feel my tits, and get under my skirt, I held on to my virginity. The passion with boys just wasn’t there at the time, and of course I was aware of the danger of pregnancy. There were stories about older girls who would get knocked up, and it was a big scandal for them and their families at the time.

Back in London for the second year, Jennifer and I were both glad to see each other again. She seemed to be more beautiful than ever with long blond hair and an almost perfect body, and the sweetest smile imaginable. No doubt I developed a crush on her, she was in my thoughts constantly. They were erotic thoughts too, and I would relieve myself masturbating to them.

After my experiences with my sister, I longed to touch her. I wanted to show her how much I loved her, to caress and hold her. I felt she sensed the same way about me, but was scared to make any advances to her. In those days it was very risky to try anything inappropriate, and settled for just seeing her as often as I could.

I found a part time job in a restaurant helping out during rush hours from five to seven in the evenings, and on Saturday afternoons that gave me some pocket money. Now we could afford to go out more, and would often go to a pub for a drink. The pubs closed early in those days, around ten o’clock and it got to be common practice to go for a drink before going to a dance hall. Men would often chat to us and buy us drinks too, and sometimes we would go to the dances together.

While dating was fun I soon realized I preferred the company of Jennifer to males, and on rare occasions would dance with her. It was not that uncommon to see two females dancing together in those days. Walking along the street one night I held her hand, she didn’t seem to mind as we walked to her residence. Before we parted we talked for a few minutes holding hands, and then giving each other goodnight hugs, and I kissed her on her cheek before she went inside.

So it got to be common for us to hold hands together as often as we could, and give each other a parting hug and kisses on each other’s cheeks. One dark night when we were to go in, instead of kissing her on the cheek I kissed her mouth, she responded by kissing me back. After, as if embarrassed she hurried inside and I left to go home, home to my feelings and thoughts too. In bed I gave my body the relief it needed by masturbating.

Occasionally I would date a man, but with my studying, working, and with my refusal to let them get under my clothes nothing seemed to last. So the only constant in my life at the time was Jennifer, and it seemed to be the same for her. Still I didn’t mind really as it was a question of priorities at the time, and besides I preferred her company anyway. I think at the time I was a dormant lesbian, and my sister had awakened my feelings for ladies.

We shared some personal thoughts too with time, and as a result Jenny and I got closer together. Often on Saturday afternoons we would go window shopping, and enjoyed browsing through the ladies shops looking at the latest fashions, and occasionally trying on skirts and dresses. We couldn’t afford to buy any, but it was a fun time to be together.

One night leaving the movies we got caught in a sudden downpour, and ran into a shop doorway for shelter. As we watched the rain come down in what seemed like sheets of water, we held on to each other. We must have been quite a sight, soaking wet hair plastered to our heads and feeling the chill of the night. Nothing we could do but wait, looking at her we made eye contact and she smiled at me. I put my arms around her and kissed her, and as we were doing so we moved further into the doorway where it was very dark.

We held our kisses longer and longer, and soon we were giving each other full open mouthed kisses. We were oblivious to the rain pounding down as we were lost in each other’s embraces, tongues pressing into each other’s mouths. With our bodies pressed together I held her head with one hand and her bum with the others as my kisses moved down to her neck. I felt warm and aroused pressing my pelvis against her thigh; I pushed my leg into her crotch and was rewarded when she opened her legs to accommodate me.

Encouraged by this, I undid a button on her coat so I could slip my hand under it to feel her crotch. Her breathing was getting heavier and there was no resistance as I raised her skirt to feel her pussy through her knickers. She was wet, so wet there as I felt the folds of her vagina through the material. It wasn’t long before I felt her convulse, and she let out a moan as she had an orgasm.

She whispered something to me; I didn’t catch what she said as I undid my coat for her to give me my pleasure. I was so randy by this time it was indeed a pleasure for me to let her feel me through my knickers, and gave me the relief I so badly needed.

After we just held each other for a few minutes to calm down, I kissed her and told her I loved her. She affirmed her feelings for me too and we talked about it. We both agreed how beautiful the experience was, and wanted to do it again, and even go a little further. I asked if she had any suggestions about how we could do it in a more private setting, and we both decided we would think about it.

We couldn’t think of a way to be together in private, other than to do what little we could to show our love for one another in the dark of the evenings whenever we could. In our own way we got more daring during the week, we would go to a movie and leave our bras off so we could kiss and suckle each other tits. Our blouses would be covered by our coats and scarves so no one would be any the wiser.

I loved Jenny’s tits; they were so soft and round with the most beautiful nipples adorning them imaginable. She loved the attention too, her sounds of pleasure as I learned how to lick and tease them, giving her the most incredible feelings. Soon we graduated to leaving our knickers off altogether too, so by having our coats open and our skirts up out of the way we could rub our clits together, as well as excite each other with a finger fuck. If only there was somewhere we go where we could lie together, and take our time exploring each other’s bodies but that wasn’t to be.

Once classes was over for the year we had to go home, we knew we were going to miss each other terribly, and agreed to write to one another often. I knew for me I had so much time on my hands my thoughts turned more and more to the incredible feelings I’d experienced with Jennifer. I was masturbating every day thinking of her, although I was still a virgin the thought of sex was dominating my mind more and more. If it was that good with Jenny I reasoned, then it can only be better with a man.

Of course Rachael was as glad as ever to see me and I her, only this summer would be different. She had admitted to me in one of her letters, she had lost her virginity to her boyfriend. Now she had a regular shagging partner, and not only that found a part time job in a shop for the summer.

This really curtailed the opportunities we had to be together, still when we could we would make love to one another. Out daytime trysts were out of the question because of her job, and in the evenings mother was usually home. This left the weekends which gave us some time to be intimate. Although on the weekends that mother went up to Norwich, we could really indulge our passion.

Now I was going to the local dances at home, and it didn’t take me long to find a boyfriend, after all I was considered very attractive and quite a fashionable dresser. He was much older than me, (or so it seemed at the time, I was 19 and he was 25) and we started to hang out together at the dances and soon were dating.

Bradley was nice, it was like older men were more confident and hence not at all pushy. He wasn’t so clingy in public and showed a certain amount of respect for me. Although he was going to seduce me, it was actually more like my giving him my virginity. After all Rachael gave me the details of how it was for her, so I was dying to find out for myself.

We had been to a pub for a few drinks before going to the dance hall, a common practice in those days as there was no bar in the dance hall. This particular night I was in high spirits. I guess my enthusiasm rubbed off him, or perhaps it was his rubbing off me I didn’t care, we were really enjoying ourselves. So when he suggested we leave the dance early, I was all for it as I had to catch the last bus to get home.

We walked arm in arm down some streets until we found a secluded shop doorway, there we stopped and he started to kiss me. Slowly at first as he kissed my face and ears, moving down to kiss my neck then back up to let me have some tongue. I was aroused; I felt his manhood stiffen as he pressed it against me, so I had no objections when he undid my coat to get his hands under it.

As we continued to French kiss with deep tongue probing kisses, his hands roamed lightly over my back then moved down over my hips to feel my bum. I liked it, and let him know by pressing my tummy against him. I felt his hands move under my skirt to caress me over my knickers, for a brief moment I wished I’d taken them off before leaving the dance hall, as they were the long legged type that was common in those days.

His hand moved round to my crotch and I parted my legs just a little to give him access, just as I’d done with Jenny. He must have felt my wetness as he probed the material between the lips as he stroked her. I was nice and juicy, he took a moment to undo the buttons of his trousers to take out his cock. He took my hand and placed it over its hardness. I’d never touched one before, never even saw a real one, and I was thrilled at how warm, soft yet hard it felt.

Silly I know but I didn’t know what I should do with it, other than to hold it as I felt him pull my knickers down to below my knees. I held my skirt up as he had one hand on my arse, and with the other holding his cock brought it to my pussy. Butterflies were doing a number in my stomach as this was a big moment for me.

As this was the first I didn’t really know what to expect, I was excited yet anxious in a way as he rubbed the head of it against my pussy lips to let me feel it. I thought he would slip it in slowly but he didn’t, suddenly he thrust it all the way in one bold movement and I felt a sharp pain as he broke my hymen and start to fuck me. After what felt like just a few minutes he pulled out as suddenly as he had entered me, and I felt his cum splash against my thigh.

The pain distracted me from any pleasure I might have felt, so I can’t say it was enjoyable, but now the deed was done it could only get better. Fortunately he didn’t want to wait to fuck me again that night as I had to catch my bus home, so I pulled up my knickers and he walked me to the bus stance.

Once I got in the house I went to the bathroom to have a pee, sitting on the toilet I took my knickers off altogether and saw there was some blood stains on the crotch of them. Recalling how I’d felt I was surprised there wasn’t more stains, I was still sore down there but knew it would heal with time. I folded my knickers up and put them in my handbag, I’d have to wash them myself as I didn’t want mother to see them.

Of course during this time I was writing to Jennifer at least once a week if not more on occasion, and I confided in her about losing my virginity and told her my true feelings about the experience. I told her how much I missed her, and couldn’t wait for the school year to begin so we could be together again. She responded in kind and was very passionate in her letters too, and at least my masturbation’s to her letters were really powerful.

I made with a date with Brad for the middle of the following week to go to the movies, by that time I felt much better and wanted to have shag. I left my knickers on although I did think of leaving them off. I felt sure there would be no more blood, but then again I thought you never know. As before just the thought of it excited me, we held hands during the picture but all I could think of was what was going to happen after we left the theatre. The side street we went to was the same one as before, not much street lighting there and the shop doorway was nice and deep for privacy.

Soon he had my blouse unbuttoned and playing with my tits, again I liked that feeling of his hard cock pressing against me, only this time as we French kissed each other I took the initiative and put my hand down to feel his cock through his trousers. Now it was my turn to disrupt our pleasure, as I took a minute to unbutton his pants and take out his cock. It felt magnificent as before, thrilling to touch, so soft yet hard.

After a few more minutes teasing one another he took a packet out of a pocket and unwrapped a rubber, what we called condoms in those days. As he unrolled it down over his cock, I pulled my knickers down and stepped out of them altogether. Now leaning against the shop door I raised my skirt, and he brought his manhood to meet my pussy. I took hold of it and rubbed my clit with it a few times before placing it at the entrance; I was quite moist and felt ready to receive it.

I whispered, “Go slow” to him and he did, he inched it into me a little at a time, till I felt him right at the back of my vagina. I still felt a little sore as he began his thrusts, but nothing like the sharp pain I’d felt before. Still it felt enough to distract me from the pleasure till he suddenly stopped moving, and I felt his cock pulse as he was obviously Cumming. He got slack and pulled out of me, and removing the rubber he let it fall to the ground.

We lit cigarettes and had a smoke still holding onto one another and kissing, I told him how nice it had felt and wanted to do it again. Once we finished our cigarettes we started petting again and he was soon quite hard. This time if felt a little better, and as before he shagged me and once he’d cum pulled out of me. Not only did I not have an orgasm, I was not even close to having one. Not only that but after he’d cum, he just seemed to want to have another cigarette instead of cuddling some more.

Glad of the experience but not really happy with the outcome, I put my knickers back on and he walked me to the bus stop so I could catch my bus home.

We dated for a few weeks after that, going to dances or movies or sometimes just to have a few drinks, and each time we shagged afterwards. I got into the habit of leaving my knickers off altogether when we dated. It got to be very enjoyable to feel his prick inside me, and on occasion I would get really aroused but never to the point of having a climax. A couple of times when I was close, I finished the job by giving myself a rub on my clit and it felt wonderful.

I told Rachael about having sex with Brad, and after that we could compare notes on how we felt. I didn’t lie to her, I told her I felt it was over rated, but yes it was nice. She obviously got a lot more out of sex with her boyfriend than I did with Brad.

I had also told her about my friend Jennifer as she knew we were writing to one another regularly, (not about the sex part, but just about being friends). Rachael was very intuitive, I suppose we both were really with each other being so close and must have suspected.

After a few weeks that summer, I was in the bathroom at home and mother came in to put some towels away.

Out of the blue she suddenly turned to me and said, “You having sex with your boyfriend?”

I was shocked at that and without thinking just said, “Yes”

And all she said was, “Be careful” and left the room.

It made me think that as a woman coming of age, there is something that changes in us once we become intimate with someone.

I could hardly wait for the school year to start again, so I could get back to London and be with my Jenny again. Of course being in contact by letter, we arranged to meet the first Sunday before classes began. We spent the afternoon together, and could hardly wait for the evening when we could be together in the dark of a movie theater.

It was agonizing to wait till it started to get dark, but till then we could just wait holding hands and lightly touching one another. After the picture we left and it was dark enough out that we could find a quiet doorway to make love.

It was wonderful to be in each other’s arms again, to caress and kiss her lovely soft tits, to hear her heavy breathing and soft moans as I thrilled to make love to her. Her pussy was as wet and wonderful to feel as ever, like me she had left her knickers off so we were free to explore each other under our skirts. We held each other tight as we had our many orgasms, even tasting each other’s juices off our fingers and tonguing each other as we kissed.

We were together most evenings that year, studying in the library, going to a cafe or chip shop for a snack. Making love to one another, when we could find the time and place for privacy. We still went to the dances on Saturday nights and would dance together more often; we stopped worrying about what others might think. We still danced with men when asked, as usually it was considered impolite to refuse, and that helped divert any suspicions others might have about us.

We remained friends and lovers until we finished our studies, then we would be graduating and had to decide what we were going to do. I wanted to stay in London instead of going back home to country living, and Jennifer was undecided. Of course I hoped she would stay with me, we talked about sharing a flat together. I was interviewed for a job with a Firm in London and was successful, and was thrilled to be staying in the city. For some reason after the year was over, Jenny decided to go back to her home town, and then a few weeks later wrote to tell me she had enlisted in the Air Force.