Young First Time Lesbian Stories

Young First Time Lesbian Stories

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If you are interested in getting absorbed in romantic stories between two women that occur in a broad range of circumstances and with a huge variety of backgrounds, this article will surely suit your taste and exceed your expectations! Why? Because we have the cutest collection of the 4 most romantic lesbian short stories ever! Dive into the world of romance now!
One more dreadful year at school was over, it was summer again and Veronica, a 17-year-old high school student, was stuffing her belongings in her backpack, hastily preparing to go camping with her friends the next day. Veronica was a stunning brunette, with long wavy hair, deep blue eyes and a mole on the right lower part of her belly. She thought no one would ever go so far with her to be able to notice that special body feature of hers.
Yeah, even after two years at high school, this beauty was still single, and she even started to accept that she’d never have a chance to change that. And, the buzz about going camping with her friends brought up those thoughts about being alone again. Many of her friends would come with their partners, boyfriends, and girlfriends; they will put up tents and cook together. They will sit by the fire cuddling and do all those romantic things that Veronica could only imagine. And when they asked her why she didn’t have someone special in her life, she wouldn’t know what to say. That’s because she had a secret, something she’d kept well hidden all these years - when she fantasized about someone special, it was always a girl.
She arrived at the camp site and, in a hurry to pack her stuff, she didn’t realize her shoe laces were untied. As expected, she stumbled on them but instead of falling on the ground, she was caught by an unfamiliar girl with short, blond hair. She didn’t know it back then but this girl would change her life completely. This is how their conversation went:
-Hey, I’m Jenifer. You are quite tough – you almost knocked me down!
She was totally confused. The broad smile of the pretty short-haired girl calmed her down and made her smile as well.
-Let’s go pick up branches for the bonfire!
Jenifer grabbed Veronica’s hand firmly yet tenderly and she couldn’t resist. She followed her to the wood where they had a long walk, and, more importantly, a long conversation. Something inside Veronica told her she could trust her new friend and she told her about her sexuality.
-Great! I thought I would never have a chance with you – I was sure such a cutie like you had a boyfriend!
Veronica laughed at Jennifer’s reaction to her confession, thinking it to be a joke. They exchanged phone numbers, and a few months later, sipping a cup of coffee with Jennifer, Veronica couldn’t help but thank her stars that she’d forgotten to tie her shoe laces properly that day.
This is one of the lesbian short stories that are full of spark and passion. Here is how it goes:
A real fight arose that day during the lesson in literature – two girls in the class of 18-year-olds were standing up and exchanging replicas with each other, each of them stubbornly holding the grip of their own opinion.
“Is the world of The Stranger irrational or not?”, that was the question that those two girls, Dana and Sara, got so absorbed in that they continued arguing and arguing long after the class was over.
They couldn’t help it – although they had different opinions, the argument made a spark shine between them and the tension made them both excited about each other. And none of them knew the reason why they felt that way.
As the days passed, from those arguments, tension and days of annoyance with each other raised a true romance between the two girls. Now, the only thing they debated over was at whose house they should spend the night together!
Love needs courage and here is one example of brave girls among all the lesbian short stories you might have heard or will hear.
Michaela has moved to a new town recently and she started to get along with people. She hung out with boys mostly, playing football, basketball or riding a bike. Everyone thought of her as a tomboy – she had a short, black haircut, and no one has ever seen her in a dress or a skirt or even with any feminine accessories. She is actually trying to maintain her cover-up – she wanted to appear friendly to the boys so they couldn’t get the idea they could flirt with her.
What she really wanted was a romance with a completely new girl that will help her get over a turbulent breakup with her ex, who she had to say goodbye to when her ex was leaving their hometown in search of a better future. Her ex wasn’t into long distance relationships, and Mike had to accept that. Yeah, she even had a male nickname!
Mike didn’t even notice when exactly she started staring at the girl working at the corner shop on her street. Neither could she remember when she started fantasizing about her. She only knew that her name was Sandra, and that she also had short, bleached hair and a cool badass tattoo on her right arm. And she was also pretty sure that Sandra would not at all be interested in her – because she was just that pretty, like a princess.
But then one day, she suddenly and finally decided to ask Sandra out. She knew that Sandra was finishing with her work at that time.
-Hey Sandra, this might sound sudden but you wanna hang out? You’ve been working all day.
-Yeah, why not? Actually, I was waiting for you to ask me out – I always thought of you as the brave one!
Later on that night, it was Sandra who was actually the one who kissed Mike first.
Lara was peacefully lying on her bed, while Kim was packing. Suddenly, Kim walked over to her and firmly held her hand. They both had a hard time – that was the last night they would be spending together in their hometown. Lara had received a scholarship and on the next day, she was flying to Vienna to finish her master studies in music.
The song ‘’Baby, It’s a Wild World”, a rock classic by Cat Stevens which was one of their favorites, was playing from Kim’s laptop as the two of them were reliving their memories from the time they met and started dating. They’ve been together for five years, since they both turned 18, and now, as the moment of parting was approaching, it seemed like those years had passed in a snap.
Suddenly, Kim turned to her partner and tenderly caressed her cheek, tightening the grip on her hand. She said, “Promise me this isn’t the last time we’re lying together like this”. ‘’I promise”, replied Lara, “We’ll make it somehow, I’m sure. I love you”.
Instead of saying, “I love you too”, Kim pulled her girlfriend closer and kissed her passionately. They started making out while they were slowly taking off each other’s clothes.
On the next day at the airport, they embraced each other tightly and it was then that they both knew – it was just a small goodbye, not yet a farewell. They were sure that they would be united one day.
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As a teenager, I was never one to daydream about my fantasy wedding, nor was I invested in the idea of “true love” as idealized by Disney movies and romantic comedies. While my friends lapped that stuff up, I just wanted to spit it out. What I actually wanted to do was admit to myself who I really was. I repressed my sexuality not only because I was scared of my family and friends’ reactions to me being gay, but because I felt that it would be somehow "wrong" for me to be a lesbian. I was suffocating under the pressure I put on myself.
For almost 10 years, I oscillated wildly between confusion and fear in regards to my sexuality, wrapping myself in lies as I went along. Being “too busy” for a boyfriend was my go-to reply when friends asked me why I wasn’t dating anyone. I dodged questions like that for far too long.
In the spring of 2016, still chronically sad, I became an insomniac. I had begrudgingly accepted that I was, in fact, a lesbian, and spoken to a few girls on dating apps to find a sense of comfort in my sexuality. But trying to find love online, especially while grappling with the full-time job of hiding my sexuality from the outside world, seemed to be futile. I wasn’t feeling a strong physical attraction to anyone, for starters, and I was admittedly still struggling to accept myself. So I surrendered to my insecurities and decided that being in love was simply not something I was born to experience. My newfound cynicism inspired me to write dark, self-reflective fiction, and I started posting my work to a Tumblr blog I curated during my waking hours — 9 a.m. to 4 a.m.
I was shocked that people on Tumblr seemed to enjoy my writing, but far more astonishing was that one follower was a fairly popular user whose blog I had long admired. All I actually knew about the owner of said blog was that she was also a lesbian, and judging by her profile picture and occasional selfies, was ridiculously cute. She fast became my first real, non-celebrity, 100% confirmed lesbian crush — but I had never spoken a word to this girl in my life.
I knew that even if nothing came of this, I at least wanted to give it a shot.
A few weeks later , I received a private message from her.
Whatever short sentence she wrote me is now a blur. What I do remember is blushing in front of my computer screen, my heart racing, and feeling a familiar sense of embarrassment over the extent to which I liked this mysterious person. I literally had nervous sweats. But I tried to keep calm, and plucked up the courage to send her a reply.
She told me her name was Alyssa, that she was 21 years old and lived in Texas. Texas. I lived on the south coast of the United Kingdom, a whole 4678 miles away. Incredibly deflated, I tried to shatter the hesitant daydreams I crafted over the weeks I had spent endlessly scrolling her blog. Instead, I mused about how pretty Alyssa’s name sounded and welcomed days spent in almost constant dialogue with her.
As I gleaned from her Tumblr posts, Alyssa was intelligent, cultured, and kind. Days after our initial exchange, I accidentally hit the video call button on Snapchat (I swear it was a mistake!); to my surprise, she accepted the call and I was suddenly face-to-face with her in real time. She offered a nervous “hi” in the American accent I’d longed to hear. When our eyes met, we both quickly looked away. Then, Alyssa shyly tucked a strand of shoulder-length blonde hair behind her ear while the corner of her mouth turned upward. My heart blew up.
We talked for four hours that night — until the sun was rising on my side of the world. For the first time, I felt completely unashamed of my sexuality. I felt safe with Alyssa in a way that I never had with anyone else. My whole being felt at ease, and I was warm and happy in conversation with her. Alyssa looked happy too, and as I fell asleep at dawn, I knew that even if nothing came of this, I at least wanted to give it a shot.
Alyssa and I continued to speak every day via FaceTime and text. Then, on August 9, 2016, Alyssa officially became my long-distance girlfriend. By the time we finally met in London the following March, we had endured a 280-day-long wait since we first met online.
Seeing Alyssa for the first time was surreal. We had discussed the possibility of our bond simply not translating from the screen to real life, but as soon as we hugged I knew that everything was going to be alright. Alyssa was just as beautiful as she appeared on FaceTime, and I couldn’t believe that she — that any of this — was real. From the quick first kiss we shared on a street corner outside of Starbucks to the way she laughed as I tried to not spill my nacho dip at the pub, it all felt perfect.
Two days after Alyssa flew home, I had no choice but to come out to my family when my mother guessed that there was “something going on” between me and Alyssa. Having met Alyssa briefly and only as my “friend,” my family took some time to process the fact that she was my girlfriend, but they were supportive. I ended up spending the entire summer in Texas with Alyssa and her family before I moved to New Jersey for the fall semester. I was lucky enough to see Alyssa every few weeks.
After spending the summer together , living so many miles apart became much more difficult. Money always dictated the frequency of our visits. Time inched by when we were apart, yet flew past when we were together. We cried on FaceTime a lot — we missed each other; we were lonely. At the same time, we held tight to the notion that distance was making our relationship stronger, and that compared to this, we’d be able to deal with whatever should come our way in the future. Even on days when the pain felt unbearable, we vowed to make the miles count and build each other back up.
Although it felt like forever, it wasn’t terribly long before we were together again — Alyssa was accepted to pursue her master’s degree at my university in the U.K. the following January. After months of sacrificing our time, money, and sleep (working with a time difference isn’t easy), we were both elated by the acceptance email that gave us our chance at a real future together. Long distance did in fact make us stronger and more grateful for the little things, like napping together and being able to actually kiss each other, and together we are happier and more excited for life than ever.
When I think back to how we met, I feel so lucky. Out of millions of people on the internet, the fact that we found each other has led me to believe that fate does indeed exist. We now have the life that we dreamed of together, and neither of us can still quite believe it.
Harriet Scott is currently studying communication and media at Bournemouth University. She co-runs an Instagram account with her girlfriend that promotes LGBTQ+ equality and mental wellbeing.
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No matter how much advice you received from friends, family and school, no one can ever really prepare you for that first break-up, how to go about your first kiss or what on earth to do when womanhood approaches you in the form of blood flowing from your nether regions. Our pubescent years are filled with tackling these ground-breaking life events in our very different ways, some of which we don’t always find comfortable to talk about. I sat down with a plethora of ladies and questioned them on just a few of the highs and lows of ‘femaleness’ and their experiences.
‘I did kiss someone when I was 3 but I don’t think that counts (it was magical). It happened again when I was 13 with a disgusting boy at a party, it was like a washing machine and then I was gone with the wind (again, magical).’
‘When I was 18, at a house party. He asked me if I’d like to go out for some air. At this point, I had no idea what going out for air meant. He just pushed his face into mine and frankly, it was awful. But he’s now gay so I feel like it’s all worked out for the best.’
‘He was my boyfriend in year 9. We’d been out in the park, he walked me home and we kissed on my front door step. Worst moment of my life, and I don’t think I kissed another boy for a year.’
‘I was 13 and it was on Wandsworth Common where everyone used to go and just get really drunk. Some creepy guy dragged me off and I swear, his tongue explored my face in its entirety. S C A R R E D.’
‘I was 12, nearly 13 and it just happened in John Lewis. Very middle class.’
‘We were on a family holiday in the summer after Year 8. One day, I had a massive argument with my mum because she didn’t like me buying boys’ clothes. That same day, I just started bleeding. Cried on the bathroom floor for hours. The sheer irony of that day still gets me.’
‘I was 11 and I didn’t know what a period was. I cried because I thought I was dying and then thought I was pregnant. Cried to my mum and told her what happened. She hugged me, congratulated me on being a woman and then promptly called all the females in my family. When I came home from school that day, my brother had found out and was discovered sat on the bathroom floor crying whilst looking at pictures of me as a small child.’
‘I got mine when I was 8 or 9 and told my mum who then slapped me across the face. Apparently it’s tradition.’
‘Mine was in year 7. I remember I was in History and needed to go to the toilet. When I got up, I accidentally flashed all my friends but didn’t really think anything of it. It was when I got to the toilet that I realised I had started my period. Half my class had seen my bloody knickers.’
First time you shaved or waxed your lady-garden?
‘I think I was going to a party when I was like 15 and some people were allowed to stay over. I’m not sure what I thought would happen but I wanted to be prepared at all costs, so I stole my mum’s blunt razor and got to work. It was a real hack job. I then stayed away from boys at all costs, no one needed to see that.’
‘Don’t remember when it actually happened but girls started talking about it so I went home and gave shaving a try. Probably for the best because I got fingered a week later.’
‘I actually went for the scissors first. I wasn’t really looking and cut myself a few times which fucking hurt. Then I found my dad’s razor and ended up with a terrible shaving rash and war wounds.’
‘I was 14 or 15. I had a free house, and this guy came round. We were getting drunk and getting off with one another. Things started getting hot and heavy so I told him that I needed the toilet and I locked myself in a
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