Real First Time Lesbian Stories

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Real First Time Lesbian Stories
A collection of LGBTQ+ love stories that will make your heart explode. From the love stories about where it all began, engagements, and weddings to lovers navigating the journey to parenthood, these are real love stories that celebrate all things LGBTQ+ love and relationships.
In a chic-boho inspired wedding, surrounded by DIY projects and their favorite people, Brittany and Samantha had their enchanted Cape Town wedding day.
It was a race to see who proposed first, whoever proposed first was the last name they take as wives. Casey won, fair and square with a secret proposal in Colorado with a vintage ring.
To celebrate their second wedding anniversary, Alex and Natasha wore their wedding outfits and frolicked amongst the cherry blossoms in Washington.
After 9 years together, it only seemed fitting that Meg and Sarah got ready together on their wedding day, and walked down the aisle hand in hand.
After a proposal in Iceland, Mallory and Susan married at Lake Tahoe, surrounded by nature and a handful of their loved ones.
Eight miles, that’s how long Katie and Nora hiked (the last 2 miles in their wedding gowns) to say ‘I do’ at the magnificent North Cascades National Park.
A modern, simple courthouse elopement in the city, with 25 guests and a three-course dinner to follow.
After cancelling a wedding, these two lovers decided that a Tofino elopement on the anniversary of their tenth year together was more than perfect.
Rebecca crushed on Rylie from afar in high school, closeted and afraid to be themselves. It wouldn’t be until years later that they’d reconnect and fall in love.
When they met, Alli was still coming to terms with her sexuality and ultimately decided to call things off and remain friends. Years later, they reconnected.
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DEAR DEIDRE My soulmate lied to me for 2 years - he is married & still living with his wife
FIZZLING OUT My work colleague just wanted sex & no longer wants to spend any time with me
TOO QUICK My boyfriend can't last in bed especially when I give him oral sex
DEAR DEIDRE My wife has left me for our son's headteacher and the whole town are talking
DEAR DEIDRE: I’M having a lesbian affair with my mother-in-law, and I am terrified my husband will find out.
Last year, he and I moved in with his parents so we’d be in a bubble for lockdown and they could help with the kids.
Most people moan or joke about their mother-in-law but I’ve always got on really well with mine.
She has a great sense of humour, is kind and looks great for 53.
She had my husband very young — he’s 35 and I’m 40.
She and my father-in-law have had a rocky marriage for years, and just before Christmas they split up, and he moved out.
One night, my husband was at work and the kids were in bed when she suggested we have a drink together and watch a film.
I noticed she was really dolled up and looked beautiful.
In the middle of the film she started crying and confessed she’s a lesbian — that was why her marriage had ended. I comforted and cuddled her, and then she kissed me.
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It felt strange, but really nice, so I kissed her back. She led me up to her bedroom and I didn’t protest. I’ve never had sex with a woman before but it was amazing and so intense.
Since then, we’ve kept on doing it whenever we can. As soon as my husband leaves the room, we have a kiss, and sometimes I’ll sneak into her bed when he’s sleeping.
One night, I fell asleep in her arms. The only reason we didn’t get caught was because my husband had a lie-in.
My feelings for her are growing stronger and I’m sure my husband will notice the looks between us, or catch us in bed. I want to be with her but don’t want to hurt him.
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DEIDRE SAYS: You know that if your husband finds out this will destroy not only your relationship with him, but his relationship with his mother – and your whole family.
He will be devastated that the two people he loves and trusts most in the world have let him down.
His mum may have turned to you for comfort, but encourage her to find support elsewhere and a relationship with somebody else.
Do you really think this relationship has a future? If not, maybe best stop now.
My support pack Can’t Be Faithful? may help to clarify things for you.
As for your marriage, are you still happy with your husband?
I’d advise you both to move back to your own home as soon as you can, and work on rebuilding your relationship.
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I met my first love Peter straight after high school at a friend's 18th birthday party.
Not having much experience with boys I was very shy at first, but Peter was very chatty and charismatic which made it easy for me to talk and connect with him.
That night I chatted to him for hours and afterwards cursed myself for not being brave enough to ask for his phone number. I wasn't very confident and assumed he was just being friendly and wouldn't want to see me again. But, to my surprise, I received a call from him the next day.
He had rung around a few people who had been at the party until reaching my best friend, Melissa, who promptly provided him with my digits. I had never had a boyfriend before but Peter was everything I expected one to be like.
At the time, he was 22 and older than me. He had a full-time job as an apprentice electrician. Peter had the cutest cheeky smile that he would flash whenever he wanted something and I fell in love with him within weeks of meeting him. I remember at the time thinking he was perfect 'husband material' .
He was tall, muscular, good-looking and I got along well with his family. Peter had even confided in me that he wanted to buy us a house once he became fully qualified.
"I remember at the time thinking he was perfect 'husband material'." (Image: Getty Images)
Peter and I dated for three years while I studied at university. Our relationship wasn't as physical or affectionate as I wished but not having anyone else to compare him to I never brought it up.
Peter was your typical 'blokey tradie', and while he was chivalrous in that he always paid for our meals and always looked out for me, driving me to parties and picking me up to make sure I was safe, he was never very affectionate and our love making was always short and to the point.
We were married shortly after I finished my course. At dinner after my graduation ceremony he proposed to me in front of all my family and friends. My parents were thrilled and I was so excited. After our beautiful wedding and honeymoon we bought a house and started our new lives together.
Shortly after our honeymoon Peter's younger sister Katie came to stay with us. Katie was the same age as me but had been studying in Sydney for the last few years and I had only met her a couple of times.
She had moved back home to start searching for a job and Peter was happy to let her bunk with us.
"Our relationship wasn't as physical or affectionate as I wished." (Image: Getty Images)
Katie certainly came from the same gene pool as Peter. She had a stunning physique with beautiful big blue eyes and she had the same charming, confident manner. I was nervous about her staying with us at first but soon found that we had a lot in common. We would sit up late and watch DVDs together while Peter, tired from a long day's work, would go to bed early.
It was on one of these late nights that I asked her if she was seeing any guys or if she had left a boyfriend in Sydney. She was so gorgeous I couldn't believe that I had never heard Peter or his family mention a boyfriend.
She laughed and said that her family had always been awkward about this and liked to pretend it wasn't true.
I looked at her quizzically, not understanding. Katie laughed and said she was a lesbian and that her family weren't very accepting of lesbian love so they never talked about.
I was surprised at first; I hadn't picked it up at all.
Weeks went by before the topic was brought up again. I was sitting with Katie on the couch when she asked me if I had ever been with a woman. I confessed that I had only ever been with Peter.
I'd never even thought of being an unfaithful wife . She told me she was surprised and that she thought I was very pretty.
Was she trying to hit on me? Would she try something? But then I started to get excited and decided that I wasn't afraid. Before I knew it, Katie and I were kissing.
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She was so soft and affectionate, it was something I had never experienced before. It wasn't long before we were in her bedroom.
Later on, I snuck back into my and Peter's room. Surprisingly, I didn't feel guilty at all!
Katie had given me something that Peter never could and what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. Katie ended up only staying with us for another week. She got a job a few suburbs away and moved into a share house with a friend.
We never did anything like that ever again but she always gives me a cheeky smile or wink across the table at family dinners.
Nobody else knows I cheated on my husband, let alone it was a secret lesbian affair.
Names have been changed throughout.
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The first thing I noticed about her was her skin. It was alabaster, smooth like butter and translucent. Her hair, a lustrous brown, sat full-bodied above her collar bone, flirting with her shoulders every time she’d throw her hair back and laugh, which was often.
Sitting in meetings with her at the prominent literary agency where we both worked left me feeling weak. Usually never short of things to say, in her presence, I’d marvel at her ability to drain all quips from my mind, leaving my mouth bone-dry. But I knew the cliché and I refused to succumb to the stereotype of being the young, ambitious 25-year-old who screws the boss.
I’d come out when I was 17 and been disowned by my parents. I’d moved to London and been in and out relationships and casual flings. She was 40 and had been married for 10 years, with three children under the age of 10. The agency we worked for also represented her husband, an esteemed writer, so I knew I absolutely couldn’t go there.
Except one night, I did. I’d been at the company for around two years, working hard to secure advancements for myself all the while struggling to relax around her. But she gave nothing away. No odd winks or lingering favouritism, just an aloof air of power.
Our team were out celebrating a victory signing, when I first felt her eyes on me from across the table. I instantly assumed I must be getting the wrong end of the stick. But several glasses of wine later, my mouth was on hers and she was pushing me against the bathroom wall, as we clumsily tumbled in a stall, fumbling with our belt buckles. How could she go from practically never acknowledging my existence to pouncing on me? I felt vindicated in my feelings for her; there must have been something there all along, she had just been very good at suppressing it. After several swift orgasms in the cubicle, we returned to the table and our unsuspecting cohort of colleagues.
Our relationship gained a momentum of its own and before either of us realised, we were sleeping together every day. Sometimes first thing in the morning before anybody else arrived at the office, sometimes during a quick trip to the loo before nipping to Pret, sometimes once the last person had left for the day and it was just the two of us.
All I wanted was to be with her full-time, and for it to be out in the open that we were together
When we were together it felt electric, my heartbeat thumping furiously. But she was also the manager, the lawyer and the HR at our tiny agency, which was still in its infancy, so everything had to be secret. Six months after our toilet cubicle frisson, we were post-coital and slumped on the office floor after having sex on her desk. While I tucked into slices of Franco Manca pizza she’d ordered on the company account, she held back, glancing at the floor, before blurting out that she loved me. She’d never felt this way before and had finally realised she was gay.
In the office, nothing changed. Both of us swore not to tell anyone else. I dodged questions from friends about my relationship status like bullets - the lies were worth it for the delirium I felt when I was with her.
My boss confided in me the ennui she felt in her marriage. The sexuality she’d neatly packed into a box. She’d been with a woman before; when she masturbated, it was to lesbian porn, and when her husband performed acts on her, she told me the only way she could get aroused was to imagine it was a woman doing those things to her.
When she suggested, out of the blue and six months into our affair, that she was ready to tell our company directors about our relationship, I was secretly thrilled. This meant it was real! She had an inkling our directors already knew and had been mulling it over for a few weeks, she told me. She wanted to be honest with our directors so they could help us to map out how to tell her husband without severing his ties to the business. They took it well, even admitting that we’d had chemistry from the offset. We were finally free to love each other.
Her husband reacted surprisingly well too, suggesting that they enrol in therapy to help both of them exit their long-standing relationship. I took this as my cue to make a commitment and said I would move to the suburbs to be with her and her three children, once her husband had moved out.
To know that I could finally come clean to my worrisome friends felt liberating beyond belief. I didn’t care about sacrificing my youth to move to outer London with a swarm of forty-somethings. All I wanted was to be with her full-time, and for it to be out in the open that we were together.
Except, two weeks after she’d told her husband, I learned that that he hadn’t moved out and neither had she. She texted me to say that she could no longer carry on seeing me. She told me over WhatsApp that it was too overwhelming for her to tell people, to be honest about who she was, and ultimately who I still am. She felt too bludgeoned by people’s expectations of her, too stifled by her shame, and told me that I should live out my youth while it’s still mine. Before I could reply, she’d blocked me.
The lies were worth it for the delirium I felt when I was with her
The next day, she also blocked me on iMessage, Instagram and Twitter, claiming it was best for both of us. Work was strange for a while, as we shuffled past each other, barely acknowledging the other’s existence, let alone what we’d shared. Our company directors feigned ignorance and, obviously,
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