Karen’s Coming Out

Karen tossed and turned restlessly in her bed. Unable to sleep for the third night in a row, she sat up in bed and clapped her hands twice. The room filled with light making Karen blink her eyes until they adjusted to the light. Sitting up in her bed now with the lights on depressed her. Confirming the fact that her mind struggled to forget while trying to sleep. She was back in Washington D. C.

Karen always felt like a prisoner when she was at home. Her father being U.S. senator never aloud her to go out. She had to always be on guard for nosey reporters and pesky photographers. The senator always made her remember, all they needed was a picture and they could write anything they want. That’s why they always sent her away to go to school. After she graduated her parents then sent her to Europe for the summer. Back at home now, the excitement of this last summer seemed quite distant.

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Her fondest memory was the first time she saw to women making love. After an afternoon of site seeing and exploring London, Karen returned to the hostel were she would be staying for two weeks before she was to go to Paris, then to Rome. She was about to walk in her room that she shared with 4 other women travelers. Noticing the door was ajar Karen peeped through the crack into the well lit room. On the bed she saw two of the young women tourist she had been sharing the room with for the past week now were making out on the bed.

Karen had never had any particular interest in sex, straight or otherwise. Being shelter and over protected at home and warned constantly about getting pregnant and causing a scandal and ruin her fathers political career she just naturally developed other interest. Seeing her room mates making out on the bed from her voyeuristic view was making her hot.

“Wasn’t that nice?” Jackie asked after their first kiss. It had been soft and warm and just a little wet. Jackie had traveled from Liverpool hoping to find something exciting to do before retuning to her University in the Fall. Not having any luck at any of the local hot spots, she thought she would just stay in that evening to rest. When she walked into the room and saw Emily sitting on her bed reading a magazine she said hello.

Emily looked up from her reading when she heard her roommate say hello. She smiled brightly when she looked up at her. Traveling from Italy Jackie had been the first friendly person she encountered since leaving home. The two had become fast friends over the past 5 days. Both feeling alone and a long way from home they would talk into the morning hours. Emily was also a little homesick, lonely and bored she tried reading the same article for the third time. But she was just to restless to follow the story.

“Hi Jackie, what have you been doing.” Emily asked mocking an accusing tone.

“Nothing good.” Jackie said. Both the young travelers laughed a moment. “I have been all over this city, I have taken pictures of building, churches, and statues. Nothing interesting I am so bored.” She sat on the bed next to Emily.

Closing her magazine and setting it down said, “Yeh, I’m about bored half out of my mind too.”

“Oh I read that Magazine on the train coming here to London.” Jackie said. “Did you read that article about the girl that kissed another girl for the first time?”

“I read it twice.” admitted Emily. Blushing and turning a little red at the confession she looked down and hoped Jackie would change the subject. No such luck.

“Wasn’t it hot they way she described it. How she wrote about how soft and sensual it and how warm and wet it became the longer they kissed.” Jackie said. Thinking maybe she could still have some fun while staying in if she played her cards right.

“I‘ll say it was hot, also the part about how good it made her feel just having her arms and shoulders caressed softly by another chick.” Emily added. If they could just laugh it off she wouldn’t have to feel guilty about how much she enjoyed reading the article.

“Have you ever kissed another woman before, Emily.” Jackie asked.

“No, have you?” Emily replied.

“Yes, Back home my girl friends would get together and because there was nothing to do we would make out with each other just to pass the time. We called it practicing kissing, but I believe a couple of my gal pals had more experience than they let on.” As Jackie told her this she noticed Emily listening to every word she said closely.

“Did you ever do anything else?” Emily asked shyly. She didn’t want to come right out and ask Jackie if she had ever had sex with a woman, but she would listen if Jackie wanted to tell her about it.

“With a couple of my friends, only twice though.” Jackie said. Not wanting to sound like a deviant or a pervert she didn’t know what she should tell her new young friend and travel companion.

“Was it good. The kissing I mean. Was it a wonderful and special as the woman it the magazine described it?” Emily asked curiously.

Jackie thought for a minuet and said, “Yes and no. It was warm, hell it was fucking hot to tell the truth. And yes at times it could be very soft and at others very hard and wet. What the article failed to note was the taste and the texture of another woman’s lips and mouth and tongue. And also how it felt to hold another woman and being held by another woman is something I don’t think could be put in words and printed on paper.

The two young women fell silent. Emily still processing in her mind what Jackie had just said to her. She wanted her friend to tell her more but didn’t want her to think badly of her for her having interest in things that were so personal with some she had only met 5 days ago. Neither woman spoke unsure of what to say next. Emily looked up at Jackie sitting on the bed nest to her. For the first time she realized what a beautiful woman Jackie was. Her face was clean and clear. She had know reason to hide anything behind make-up. And her soft brown hair framed her face perfectly.

Jackie looked at Emily face in return and loved her innocent features. Even the blond hair that usually caused her to be envious have been a brunet all her life. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing and scare Emily off. So with nothing to say she reached across and took Emily’s hand in hers as they sat there gazing into each others eye’s and faces.

Emily felt Jackie’s hand holding her hand. Her first reaction was to tense up but she didn’t pull away. She liked the way it felt to have Jackie’s soft hand holding hers. It was warm and gentile and Emily felt the temperature in room rise.

Holding Emily hand and looking directly into her face as they sat together on the bed. “Can I kiss you?” Jackie asked so quietly it was little more than a whisper. When Emily didn’t say anything Jackie decided to go for it. She turned her head slightly, closed her eyes then lend forward a pressed her lips to Emily’s. When her new friend didn’t pull back, Jackie start to kiss her harder. Rubbing their lips together sensually before Jackie slipped her tongue inside Emily’s mouth and felt it all over with her tongue.

They sat kissing on the bed for a bit of time. Taking their time they enjoyed the kiss slowly. Without trying to rush any thing they kiss passionately for a while and Jackie began to caress Emily’s arms and bare shoulders.

“Wasn’t that nice.” Jackie asked.

“Yes, that was beautiful.” Emily exclaimed a little short of breath.

“How did you like it Karen?” Jackie asked louder.

Shit, she was busted. Thinking she was unseen by the women inside the room, wished the Earth would swallow her up at that very moment.