They say everyone remembers their first kiss. I guess that’s true and in my case that was with a girl. Despite what you might think, I was quite a late developer and didn’t experience my my first cock until after I had turned 17. I was a bit of an odd one out in that respect and I was well aware that my friends had been experimenting before me. I had quite a strict upbringing you see and while a lot of my friends were messing about, my parents kept me in to do my homework. Several years later, I ended up getting a distinction in English so I guess it paid off. I work in an art gallery… so not sure though. I was in my first year at college when I met Gemma, I think I had turned 16 a couple of months earlier. I had a few close friends and I knew right from primary school that I was a bit different. They would be going gooey over photos of the latest boy bands, while I was drooling over Gwen Stefani. Even if you were straight, you couldn’t help but think Gemma was cute. I think she had moved into the area quite recently and like any new student appearing mid term, she was shy and awkward. Her shyness just made her more adorable. I was one of the first to make friends with her, although she never quite penetrated our little clique. I don’t know what happened to the others. We lost touch after going to different universities. So, out of my college days, Gemma remains the one girl I have kept in touch with. As soon as I saw her I felt something. By then I had assumed I was a lesbian, although I wouldn’t find myself properly for another year at Kadıköy Escort least. Now, I would consider myself bisexual, with a strong preference for girls. We were at the lockers after hockey practice one afternoon and I was collecting my stuff, to take home for the weekend. She looked at me and smiled sweetly. She was so cute, with her jet black hair and those big brown eyes. I’m no anthropologist, but I kind of thought she was Chinese or something – but not quite. “Hi!” I said. “Hi,” said Gemma. She smiled and then dropped her folder of work clumsily. “Oh let me help you,” I said, stooping to help her pick the sheaf up, which had scattered about the corridor. “Ah thank you!” She said. I looked down as I shuffled a few pages together and saw quite a way up her navy hockey skirt, since the two halves had flapped open. Her legs were smooth and slim and right at the top was a tantalizing bit of her white panties. “You’re so pretty,” I said, truthfully. “Thank you, so are you,” she said. You have lovely hair.” In those days, my natural blonde hair was almost to my waist. I was proud of it too. “Yeah, everyone is jealous of my hair,” I said. “Hmmm…it’s sexy.” I’m not sure she meant to say sexy, but I suppose it just dropped out. She looked at me furtively as she stood up and there was a short embarrassed silence. “Hope you don’t mind me asking,” I said. “You look a bit Oriental or something.” “Yes,” said Gemma, brightly. “My Mum is Japanese.” “Oh Japanese. Well, you’re beautiful because of it.” We walked Kadıköy Escort Bayan to the gates together, chatting about stuff, which I’ve long since forgotten, but there was a connection there. A little spark had been lit. On the Monday, I bumped into Gemma at lunch time. I think it was late spring and I remember it was a very mild sunny day. I asked her if she wanted to share my bottle of Appletize. I must have thought she was special because I didn’t share my Appletize with anyone. She said she would love to and we found a quiet area, under a big tree in one corner of the college campus. I think we chatted about music and television and holidays. All the usual stuff. Then somehow the conversation turned to love. “I guess you have a boyfriend,” said Gemma. “Why do you guess that?” I said. “I just assumed, with you being so gorgeous…” “I don’t. I haven’t been with anyone. How about you?” I asked. Gemma looked at me and her eyes seemed to go a bit dewy, as if she was struggling with some intense emotion. She ignored my question, but asked another of her own. “How about a girlfriend?” She asked. I looked down, suddenly feeling exposed. There was suddenly a tension in the air and I wasn’t sure what to say. “No girlfriend either,” I said. “Nor me,” she said. “Why do you think I might have a girlfriend Gemma?” “I…I just thought, if you didn’t have a boyfriend…” “I’m a virgin Gemma…but.” “Yes!” She said, as if on tender hooks. “If I did have. I would want to go with a girl.” She took a few sips of my Escort Kadıköy fizzy apple drink and handed me the bottle. “Oh.” She said. “So, you haven’t told me,” I said. “Are you into boys or girls?” “Girls. Ummm Danielle?” “Yes?” She looked at me in a way I can’t describe, but I’ll never forget it. “I think I have feelings for you,” she said. “Really? In what way?” “Don’t be shocked,” she said. “I won’t, nothing shocks me.” “When I go to bed. Before I go to sleep…I think about you.” “OK, is that it? You think about me? I asked. I was concentrating on her so hard, I poured a little juice into my mouth and forgot to swallow. A bit dribbled down my chin and all down my white cotton top. Suddenly my boobs and particularly my nipples were clinging to the thin fabric. Gemma noticed and in an instant she was a mess. I thought she was going to have a panic attack. “Are you OK Gemma?” “Yes..it’s OK…I’m just. Oh fuck Danielle!” “What is it! I’ve just spilt a little juice..I…” Before I could get another word out Gemma had rushed towards me and our lips met. She pushed her body against mine, pushing me backwards onto the grass. I could feel her heart beating against my chest. Her breath was hot. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I knew I liked it. My pussy was tingling like it had never done before and I could feel that my panties were soaked. Instead of fighting her off, I put my hand around the back of her head and allowed her tongue to slip into my mouth. I couldn’t believe how soft her mouth was. I hadn’t kissed a guy, so I had nothing to compare it with. I just knew her lips were like velvet smeared with honey. Gemma sat up at last and looked round. I hadn’t even considered if we had been over-looked. A couple of boys walked by, but I think they had dismissed our embrace as normal girly playfulness. We didn’t speak for about a minute.