Public Displays of Lesbianism: 10 Women Describe Their Most Memorable Public Lesbian Encounter by Kendra Foster

 
     
     
     
     
     
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    Spring Break
     
     
    Jessi and Kendall
     
    My favorite public sex experience also happened to be my official “coming out.” I was a freshman in college when I first saw the woman of my dreams. Her name was Kendall and she lived in a dorm room a few doors down from me. There was something about her, a spark I had never seen and a vibe I had never felt with anyone else. She was mesmerizing, with her sparkling green eyes, long light brown hair, voluptuous figure and ever-present air of optimism. My heart felt like it would leap from my chest every time our eyes met in the hall. It was all I could do to restrain myself from coming on to her, but I did because I assumed she was straight. She hung out with some friends of my roommate, Brooke, who were always hitting up the frat parties and chasing guys, so I would return her friendly smile and say hi, but nothing more.   
    I occasionally saw Kendall in the communal showers and a few times, when I was certain she couldn’t see me looking, checked her out. Her breasts were round, full and pert, and appeared to be about 36C’s. Watching the water stream down them and drip from her nipples made my tongue tingle. Her soft, squeezable, curvy hips led to the sexiest heart-shaped ass I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Sometimes she would turn around with her eyes closed while washing her hair and I would catch a glimpse of her well-trimmed, glistening landing strip leading to her pleasure center. Needless to say, shower time was my favorite part of the day when Kendall was on the same schedule, but it was my deepest secret and I vowed to never tell a soul.  
    Little did I know my secret would be out by the end of spring break that year. My roommate, Brooke, and some of her friends booked rooms for a large group of us at a Mexican resort known for its wild spring break parties and general drunken debauchery. I didn’t know all the girls who were going, but assumed they were all straight. Brooke was the only one who knew I was gay. I played volleyball and ran track on scholarship, and between sports and my studies, I hadn’t had much time for a social life. I didn’t mind partying with heteros, but there was definitely a part of me that was wishing I had spent more time finding my own kind on campus. Nevertheless, I set my regrets aside and looked forward to the good times I would have with my dormmates.
    Our first day at the resort, we decided to get some sun and relax a little before a long night of clubbing. A group of us took picnic blankets, beach towels, food and drinks to a sunny stretch of white sand amid a sea of scantily clad spring break revelers. Half-naked hot bodies strutted, preened and posed in varying states of drunkenness and lust all around us. As I downed some beers and a couple shots, I began to feel increasingly aroused by the erotically charged atmosphere. The energy was contagious, and it felt good.
    I absentmindedly stared at a topless sunbathing co-ed in the distance when I heard Brooke stand up and yell, “Hi Kendall!” I turned around and saw the object of my secret desires approaching our blanket.
    “Hey girl!” Kendall replied as she threw her arms around Brooke and hugged her tight, their breasts spilling over their bikini tops and smashing against each other. The sight was arousing and I forced myself to look away in case one of the other girls caught my eyes lingering too long. “I’m sorry I’m late,” Kendall said as she began settling in. “I forgot to pack a swimsuit and had to buy this one at the hotel boutique.”
    “It’s pretty,” Brooke complimented her. “It looks good on you.”
    “It’s a size too small, but it was my favorite one, so I don’t care,” Kendall said, taking a long swig of beer and turning to me. She smiled as she drank, and when she stopped she said, “Hi Jessi.”
    “Hi Kendall,” I replied, returning her smile.
    “No volleyball games or track meets for