Gay for Life

I've been wanting to confess this for the longest time!

I'm 20, single, and in college. Last summer I met a guy who knows some
rich people with a place out in the Hamptons. We used to hang out
there on the private beach every weekend and some weeknights as well.
I met some girls who are models. They were really nice about answering
my questions about clothes and hair, etc. and they all told me I
should use a stylist many of them use, a young German woman I'll call
Karin, 27, who works in one of the salons in Manhattan but also sees
customers in her home on the North Shore of Long Island.

I went there one Saturday afternoon, and I was her last appointment
for the day. She has a professional hair salon setup in a beautiful
sunroom on the second floor, which looks out on a gorgeous and
peaceful view of the landscape behind her home. The area, which is
quite exclusive, is nearly deserted most of the time.

So anyway, this was my first time in the hands of such a highly
regarded stylist, and I was willing to take her suggestion that I go
for a shorter cut. While she was doing the cut (which came out
amazingly good, by the way, she was right, I should have done it long
ago) we got to the usual girl talk about guys, sex, fashions, etc.

I noticed that she kept complimenting me on my face and figure. I
thought she was just being polite and thought nothing of it. I
consider my looks just average, though I guess you could say they
might be better than that.

Then she asked me nonchalantly if I wanted a bikini trim. Before I
could think about it, she added that most of the models that come to
her have her do it for them. I figured what the hell, sure, even
though I was a little uncomfortable baring myself naked to the hands
and eyes of another woman.

I needn't have been worried about Karin's professionalism, she acted
like it was really nothing, with the manner of a nurse or doctor, as
her hands expertly moved around my crotch area, cutting, trimming, and
using the gentle depilatory that wiped away the excess hair down
there. She asked me if my boyfriend preferred full or thin, and I told
her that I frankly never asked him, though he had never complained
about what I had. She told me most guys are turned on by a thin look,
which exposes more of the flesh to their view. She told me she
suggested against shaving because of the irritation later on, but that
she would show me how to do a very neat job just using the other
tools, which she did.

When she was finished, she held a mirror up between my legs, and I was
extremely pleased at the new look. It made me feel liberated and very
sexy. In fact, having Karin's soft, directed touch down there for an
extended period of time had me visibly aroused, though she was careful
never to leer nor touch me inappropriately. Nevertheless, I was turned
on and she had to know it.

Then she said, very matter of factly, "There is no need to be
embarrassed, this is a natural reaction and happens all the time with
my customers. Some of them like to excuse themselves to the bath to
'clean up' before they leave," pointing towards the door of the large
private bathroom on the other side of the room.

Though she did not mean to embarrass me, hearing her say that did get
me to blush. I could feel the hot rush and the blood flowed to my
face.

She gave me a look of concern, as if she might be at fault or said the
wrong thing. She began to speak, but I interrupted her.

"Oh, that's O.K., Karin, it's not anything you did, it's just that I
have never been seen in this way except by my boyfriend and of course
during medical exams." I continued sitting there, legs open, making no
effort to stand up.

She just smiled with a look of sudden realization. "So you have never
been with a woman, then?"

I had to admit that no, I had never been with anyone except my
boyfriends.

She seemed surprised, as if I had just told her I had never been to a
movie theater, ridden in a car, or eaten an ice cream cone.

I later found out that Karin had been having sex with men and women
since her teenage years in Europe. It was second nature to her. She
was living in this house with a guy, but they had an open marriage and
would often invite another woman into their bed.

She asked, "But you have fantasized about it, yes?"

I nodded yes.

She smiled broadly. "You should try it sometime. You might like it."

I smiled back warmly. I said, "If I ever meet a woman as sexy and
attractive as you who is willing to teach me, I think I would."

Her eyes widened as she realized I had just effectively propositioned
her.

Now I was getting really hot. I could feel that familiar tingle as my
crotch began to heat up and the moisture began to pool down there.
Still I made no move to hide my arousal from her.

She glanced down at my pussy briefly, then decided to make her move
and began walking towards me.

When she was standing right over me, I looked up into her eyes, hoping
for the best.

She gently touched the side of my face, then let her hand trail down
to my bosom where she squeezed one breast. Knowing I would have to get
my hair shampooed before the cut, I had arrived wearing just a knit
tank top and a t-shirt bra. Her touch, combined with the knowledge
that I was already completely exposed to her gaze and touch gave me
such a rush that I thought I was going to pass out right there. My
nipples were already quite erect and poking through the knit fabric.

I reached up to caress her neck and shoulder, letting my fingers move
down her arm to her free hand. She pulled her hand away and grasped my
face with both her hands, then leaned in to gently press her lips on
mine. I was in heaven. I had never felt anything so soft and delicious
on my mouth.

We broke the kiss then kissed again, this time more deeply. I was so
aroused I felt like I was falling off the ends of the earth. I didn't
know which way was up. All I wanted was more of her mouth on mine. We
began French kissing each other more urgently. Then she gently put her
hand on my crotch and placed a finger softly in my wetness. I was in
heaven.

She pulled me up and said, "If this is your first time, we should do
this properly, sweet girl. Let's get into bed."

I was so filled with lust that I could barely walk straight, but I
managed to follow her to her bedroom where we tumbled on the mattress,
shed our clothes, and fell into more deep kisses and a tight embrace.
Then it was when I found out the meaning of the phrase "time stood
still", because I had no idea of the time nor the day or even the
season. I was completely absorbed in the ecstasy of the moment.

Of course as an experienced woman who had been with other woman, when
she did me, she made me come for what seemed like hours. I was never
fatigued after expending all this energy with her, only exhilarated. I
was so turned on that I was nearly out of my mind. I had to do her,
and did not hesitate for one second.

My fantasies about women had only gone as far as kissing and fondling,
never oral-genital contact. But she was so beautiful and sexy that I
had to have her in my mouth as she had had me. So I went down on her
and found out that I loved doing it!!! I got as much pleasure licking
her down there as I did when she was doing me. It was unbelievable.

For days after that encounter all I could think about was eating
pussy. I thought I was becoming gay. But in fact, I was not. It was
just the newness and the intense pleasure that lingered for so long in
my mind's eye.

Now I'm back to myself, and I definitely enjoy sex with my boyfriend,
but I have opened a new door in my sex life, and sex with other women
is now always a possibility for the future.

As for Karin, she is still my hairdresser, and though we don't jump
into bed after every cut, we have become good friends and have made
love with each other a couple of times since that first mind blowing
day. I've also taken one of my girlfriends to bed with me, my best
friend, in fact, and she loved it too.

What a discovery, huh? Anything that feels so good and natural cannot
possibly be harmful, despite what the moral fanatics might say. It's
my life, and I guess I'll be bisexual for life now. And that is not a
bad thing.