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I came from rather a conservative background, my parents being very strict with me and my two siblings. I grew up in a right-wing environment and my parents always had an opinion on current events and the latest news. Their opinions were very one sided, outdated and old fashioned, considering the times we lived in. A person who was involved in any of the arts, whether that be music, theater and performing arts or an artist was automatically labeled a ‘lazy punk’ by my parents. Only the very brave got my parents started on the topic of gay people. My parents being so strict and conservative, I wanted to test them and push them to the limits, doing all the things that had been banned from us and labeled as inappropriate. Not long after I started causing issues and getting into trouble my parents decided that enough was enough and I was sent off to a private girls’ boarding school two hours away from home. I liked school. I liked learning and I enjoyed it, it was just certain authority figures that rubbed me up the wrong way. Of course, teachers didn’t always like me, but still I liked school. When my parents shipped me off to an all girls’ boarding school, instead of being mad or angry or upset, I was looking forward to it. Bring it on, I thought. Apart from the fact that I was going to be away from my parents, it was an all girls’ etimesgut escort school, and I was a lesbian. My parents had essentially served me sex on a silver platter. I found it funny because they had tried to ban me from boys and hanging out with guys. I had a boyfriend very briefly before being sent to boarding school, and there were a few guys from the area I was having a scene with. To ‘protect’ me from boys and sex my parents sent me to an all girls boarding school. Me, a girl who was questioning her sexuality and who was attracted to girls, at a boarding school for girls. At that point in time, when I was shipped off to boarding school, I was fairly certain that I was a lesbian. I was seventeen when I was first sent away to complete my last year and bit of schooling. I’d had a boyfriend in the past and I had slept with boys, but now I found myself attracted to girls. I still liked boys, but not in a sexual way. The boarding school I had been sent too was very strict during school hours. The teachers were very harsh and matronly and rules had to followed to the letter. God forbid if they weren’t. Yet outside of school hours it was a completely different story. As soon as the last bell of the day rang, and the girls were allowed back to the dorms, it was anarchy. All the things that were eryaman escort forbidden, were busted out. Smokes, makeup, jewelery, trashy magazines and alcohol were regular themes of dorm life. Fifteen minutes away, in the general west direction of the school was a small town, so of course the older girls and senior students snuck out most nights to have sex with the local boys and get drunk in town. The teachers knew about all the goings on outside of school hours. Apparently it was no longer their problem once the end of the day rolled around. Pretty soon, after joining that school and being assigned a dorm, I made new friends and was breaking the rules with them. The girl I clicked with the most and who quickly became one of my best friends was Meg Phillips. Unlike me she hadn’t been sent to the school against her will. She was from a long line of women who had attended the school, and as such had a certain pedigree amongst her peers and the teachers. Like me, Meg had expectations that she was expected to abide by and, like me she naturally started breaking the rules and fighting the system. She grew tired of people judging her and telling her that she had to act a certain way or achieve certain grades because her mother, aunts, grandmother and sisters had. Meg and I were going through similar sincan escort sexuality issues, except Meg never identified as a lesbian, as I was now doing. We were both exploring that side of ourselves, but Meg had a boyfriend and still enjoyed sex with him, unlike me, she was still attracted to males. There was one night, during my fourth month of banishment, that most of the other girls had snuck out to go drinking and attend a party, which was being kept very hush-hush around the school. Meg and I weren’t attending this shindig, so we stayed in the dorms for the night, drinking, smoking, reading magazines and eating junk food. Whether or not it was the alcohol kicking in, or if we both just wanted it, but pretty soon Meg and I had started making out. We had kissed before, and given each other a friendly boob grab, but this was different to the past kissing experiences we had shared. Pretty soon the kiss was heating up, passion was growing between us and we found ourselves starting to strip off. This was all new to me, being my first lesbian experience, but it felt right. Meg was unsure with her kiss, and I’m certain that I probably was as well, this being new to me, but it was good, it was right. Meg and I found ourselves naked rather quickly, our clothing being discarded and thrown on the floor. Meg lay down on the bed, indicating to me that I should make the first move. Her blond hair was splayed out behind her, her beautiful little breasts high and perky, the nipples hard. I leaned over and kissed her, my fingers tracing the minimal curves of her waist and hips. “Wait Lucy,” she said, breaking the kiss off.

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