Diana’s journey to lesbianism

Adam King

Copyright Adam King © 2011

This is a semi-fictional story about a girl named Diana. She is what you call heaven on earth. She has a white complection with blonde hair and Hazel eyes. An angel, a bird a princess, oh! How can I describe such beauty. Such a soft skin, her sweet caress, that pinkish hue on her cheeks, is she a girl or a soft feathery pillow – well you tell me. I’m just lost in translation. She is 17 by the way, so you can’t call her anything offensive, well let me tell you, you shouldn’t. To be in her presence is like being surrounded by an angel.

At seven years old, she looked like the little red riding hood. Dressed in her cute little outfit, this country girl had a lot of free time on her hands. She would be running around all smiles. She’d be playing all by herself in the flower fields – sometimes it was daffodils and other times it was sun-flowers. She used to pluck those flowers and smelt the petals out of them. So cute she looked, oh how much I wish you could see Diana a such a tender age, playing with the lilac, rose, lily, daffodil and the lotus. ‘You just tell little diana the name of the flower and she’ll bring it to you, she’s so smart,’ her father used to say when he grilled in the fields - near the courtyard.

She is running through the flower fields even when she’s 17, you know what they say: ‘The more they change they stay the same.’ – the only difference is now she’s in the nude with the tities of her breasts pointing in round, circular motions, as to trace out the shape of an ice cone – with each round trip having a diameter greater than the last, because she is jumping faster and faster. She’s out of her breath, suddenly she falls to the ground. You might be thinking she’s being raped, but the truth is stranger than fiction – just read and find out.

Let me rewind the story a little bit, before we get to the juicy details. Let me take you back to Diana’s childhood. She was born to a rich family in Snowshill. A village known for its exceptional unspoilt beauty and for its breathtaking views over the Severn Vale to the west. It is part of the larger Cotswold's which is a range of hills in west-central England near Stratford Upon Avon, the birthplace of Shakespeare. The area is characterized by attractive small towns and villages built of the underlying Cotswold stone - a type of limestone.

Diana’s father was a Landlord an entrepreneur. The man single handedly owned several areas of land around Snowshill – everything from the mansion to the adjoining fields. Snowshill was a tourist spot and locals were as scarce as nails in a haystack. Diana’s dad spent his mornings petrolling through his large chunks of fields and the rest of the day relaxing in the Mansion. Her father was never strict on Diana nor Joseph, her older brother. He was five years older than her. Diana’s father knew that should the worst happen his off-springs will surely never have to sleep hungry, because they were the ones who were eventually going to inherit his land.

Diana’s mother was a real bomb-shell. She had size 32-D breast cups. It was when she was twenty-one that she had to breast feed her two children. Her mother almost regretted doing this to her breasts, but what was she supposed to do. Her husband married her because he used to say, ‘ You look to me like a heifer.’ Her breasts were much perkier now, because there's not as much weight in them. Oh! How many sacrifices does god ask the woman?

Diana had no neighbors, just school friends. She lived in a small town with small dreams. The emptiness in her heart had always inspired to do new things, what would be the worst thing that could happen in trying something new. ‘Whatever it may be, it will surely worth the trouble,’ she thought to her self.

Her father insisted on sending her to the private school because he didn’t want her to mingle with the town people, even though the school was 12 kilometers distance from their house. Diana used to cry when she went to school. She and her brother used to take the bus at the break of dawn eventually returning to home at dusk, as her brother went to Oxford she had to board the bus all by herself.

Diana always wanted to try new things, different exciting things, perhaps it was due to her circumstances. Think about it, what would you do if you were a princess all trapped in the countryside, feeling cold and lonely, so alone so very cold? What would you do? Would you become a fiend for action? What would you do when you enter adhesions? An interesting situation indeed.

At school, a lot of guys had crushes on her. But they were from the suburbs, while she was from the fields and bushes. They used to call her snow white, sleeping beauty, the crying babe you name it; they called her that. The reason of all this teasing was that she never felt quite attracted towards boys. They were all so gross, not even a single one of them ever tried to understand the real Diana – the Diana on the inside. Those kids wanted the dirty Diana. Ever since she found out that they were only interested in her looks, she just avoided them as much as she could. The boys in her class gave her the nick name, ‘Hard rider.’ This made her even more miserable.

Since childhood she always found it easier to bounce her ideas of her girlfriends. There were juniors as well as a fair amount of senior girls in the ‘Hard rider’ group apparently; all shared a common belief, that boys were trouble. Giving boys pussy was not their duty. They always wanted someone to talk to and hold hand with, the girls had read about the dream boyfriend in novels, but a real dream boy was almost impossible to track down. They would have liked to hold hands and express their feelings, hopes, desires and dreams to the opposite-sex but alas! They always wound up sharing their sorrows with one another. Did they meant they should also express their desires with one another, no not in a hundred years. ‘It’s not the way mother nature made us,’ they thought as they were contemplating in the school library.

Diana had other things in mind, she believed that whoever she comes to love, boy or girl, she will not compromise - we don’t mean compromise on a dick – on understanding and respect. No matter who she felt in love with she would not do it half – ass. As, she was such a free minded bird, Diana went on her search of a love interest when she was at her tender age of 15. She did give a few guys a try – apparently three, but two of them ejaculated in just 30 seconds time, and the other one stopped in the middle of dogie style just because he thought his mom walked in on them. Boys are such fearful of their mothers she thought.

She remembered, In the 7th grade Carl, a bully took photos of her pussy, one day she was not wearing undies. Turned out he took shots of her cunt by putting his camera under her skirt while she was putting things in her locker. Stunts like that greatly distorted her view towards boys. They behavior was just too aggressive for her.

She thought of giving geeks a try: ‘Geek Sheik,’ she thought giggling. She couldn't believe but she was desperate enough to give the geeks a try. She winked at Asghar in the cafeteria – a nerd in her class. He was the classic case of a pencil neck geek. He was originally from Pakistan and his family had just moved near Severn Vale. Diana thought that this one has to be different, lets give him a try. Asghar was 5’11, brown skin, hairy as a bear and skinny as a deer. He had dark brown eyes and dark spots under them to remind everyone that , yes! I’m definitely a geek!

That wink from Diana knocked him for a complete loop. He started to develop a plethora of new habits like: using eye-lenses, started working out, started listening to the country-music Diana liked even though he was a fan of r&b, read the romantic novels that she had favorites on her profile even though he had read a romantic novel in his lifetime, changed his diet, learnt how to dance, changed his hair style, started to put on lotions to make himself look fairer, and finally bought half a dozen new clothes, oh oh I missed a few things. He started putting on ear rings and wearing chains just to get her attention – he had no idea what her she wanted in a guy. The motherfucker definitely lost his mind! In class everyone started making fun of his outrageous stunts like giving her chocolates and soft-drinks between lectures. He did everything from the Moonwalk to singing a her song, apparently it about her and satellites! Did I mention that he made this transition in just 2 weeks time.

The situation kept getting worse. The irony was that Diana never even gave him a rats ass after the wink. She just wanted to take things slow, but boy oh boy she got him charged up. It was not long before the holiday came that he made a desperate last attempt to reach out to her. He wrote a letter; which she conveniently rejected to receive, so he had to pledged to one of Diana’s friends to give it to her friend. I can’t recall the whole of it, but this is what I can remember:

Diana u never heard my story, so here it goes.

Written by : Asghar.

Title : Heart of Chocolates

So I bought u a Sinkers Crunchers on Tuesday 5th July. Wanted to give it to u so that, I could hear u say, "Thank u." But u didn't come. Well thats what happened every single day from there on. The difference is that, the days u did come I just couldn't give it to u. It was like a change of feelings when, I saw u. U see, I came to summer school every single day at 11:00 AM (definitely took some effort for me, u know how I never used to come early for class), but just as, I saw u; it was like a sudden realization that I was inadequate, I wasn't worth u. With that thought I couldn't get the confidence to talk to u. I had the confidence, but didn't know you'd like my behavior, so I didn't give it to u. Brought it every single day, then went home and put it in ICE, so it would stop melting.
OK so on Monday, 11th July (6 DAYS into it). I bought another Snickers. Now I had 2 chocolates. This one I kept in a 1 liter Iced container for 4 days, everyday as I brought it to class in my bag. Just to show u how bad the previous one was. So the story isn't about chocolates. Its about my HEART. U see my heart melts like a chocolate. But u can't freeze the heart, can't put it in ice. My heart melted for u every single day for 2 months. And it keeps getting worse.

U see I had made those assignments for U. I had fever, and bad throat on Sunday but I spend All Night writing ur 46 pages, all the way till I finished it on 12 AM on Monday and came straight to class. It really had a lot of effort in every single page, with the headings and the marker underlines and all that stuff. Stats: 23 pages. Linear: 15 pages. Linear ( Short Attendance): 8 pages. I have never worked so hard in my life for anyone the way I did on that Sunday night for u. just to hear u say, "Thank u," and smile, but u never asked for those assignments, and I felt that u weren't interested in any favors from me. Even though it was a gr8 favor. It took me some time and sweat to make those assignments. But I gave u the benefit of the doubt as I sat on the pavement, looking at u sitting on the bench.

I submitted that Stats assignment that "u made Ur self" along with those assignments of Ur friends on Friday 15th July. It was a sad story to do it. And it rained as i came home on Friday. Prof. Thomson the stats professor didn't come!!

U know I think that u don't like me cuz u think that we have nothing in common, or I'm too boring, too shy. Well u see I have tried to change the way I look, even started socializing with the girls. tried to talk to u, but u just don't care about it do u? u think I'm just trying to annoy u, with the cigarette and the cute ornage bangle or whatever u call it. Why would I annoy u. What's in it for me? or maybe u think that I’m just a geek. Well u'll see i'll change as time passes, and i'll be less of a geek, but I may move on cuz u want me to move on. Ur so persistent. U do have ice running through ur veins. You see if U have ur eye out for someone. I tell u there are already established in their ways and they will not change for U. But i'm not established as U can see, and I'm willing to make sacrifices, that's the thing u don't see. thats the most important point that there is!

If u don't like me, which I knew frm the start. Just tell it to me. Cuz ur words can only change my condition. I have tried my best, but I can't stop loving u.
Sincerely Asghar.

Here is Diana’s reply:

Boy look, I cn undrstand dat u lov or wateva bt da reality is here that if u want that I respond to u, that is not going to happen oka...... jxt make dat clear in ur mind.........It may not matter to u but I got some respect. What kind of publicity have you done in the class, huh. u thnk da class z being frndly vid u?no...... thy hav got some nw thng to make fun of..... how can u even prmit thm ov that? huh...nd 2ndly tha ear.ring n chain lyk stuff those r not ur thngs......n finally stay away......ok...dnt snd msg n blaa blaaa.these r not going to wokr...thx z ma frst n last msg to u.......make that clear in ur mind.

Well, whatever you may be think of the poor guy, I tell you he didn’t got what he deserved, she was his first love. He was on the honor roll , until he fell in love with Diana. His grades slipped but he didn’t mind. Because for him the true test was in getting her cell-phone number which needless to say he didn’t get. During the summer vacation he felt so lonely and alone. It just killed him to even start to contemplate the fact that the whole class – whom he respect, every single one of them – laughed behind his back, and gave him the impression that they were his friends, just like he was their. It wasn’t his fault that he fell in love with her in the first place but that’s what happens in love; maybe not, maybe I’ll not be able to believe the ‘that’s what happens in love,’ phrase until I hear a story more sad than this one. No he didn’t commit suicide! Maybe if he was a girl he would have had. Or maybe if he didn’t had god in his life. Anyways he just changed schools 300 KM away.

Diana, to our surprise, wasn’t the culprit of the case. She was just a poor little girl who didn’t like the way Asghar reacted. Little did she know that this will cause him a break-down. The show must go on.

Diana was so very frustrated by the mess that she had been part of. She decided to call the quits on any romantic relationship. ‘What bad would that do to me?’ She thought. And so she thought, she could control her feelings. My friends love is blind, and so are the hormones. She tried with all her might but masturbation was starting to turn out as a life long addiction.

She used to go to the flower garden and lie down on her back. She used to think a lot about her purpose in life. What was her purpose anyway? Every one of her monetary needs was taken care of. The only thing that made her feel excited was sex. Really sex. Why would a decent girl like her obsess so much over such an animalistic trait of humans: sex? The answer of it, she could never figure out. But one thing she did contemplate was that her feelings were real, and they had a purpose. She made a list of things that could make her happy like: going to a restaurant, counting lilies, read a book, etc, the problem with all of them was that the all grown-up Diana had already experienced these feelings in her past.

There was one thing on the list that was unheard of: kissing a girl! Diana had few girl friends whom she thought would be interested in experimenting with, but approaching them was going to take a lot of guts as well as risk on her part, especially as she didn’t want to disappoint any of her girlfriends, better yet she did not want them to make fun of her skills under the sheet.

Finally, she forged a decisive plan, she made up her mind to kiss Sally, it was a long shot ‘but life is all about taking chances isn’t it,’ she thought. Sally was 5’4, brunette, she was one grade junior than Diana. She had killer abs and her breasts were firm and juicy, her bottom also had that out-there shape that often got other girls jealous . Diana always wanted to feel, what it was like to have proper curves. This was because her own body was like that of Kate Moss or Taylor Swift, whereas Sally was more like a Jennifer Connelly.

It was 15th of August when Diana gave Sally a peck on the neck while returning back home from school on the bus. Sally conveniently only lived a good mile or two from Diana’s house, so they had gotten a chance to know each other for sometime by now. That peck didn’t surprise Sally at all, she thought Diana was just being fond of her. Little did she knew our intimate princess had other things on mind. She invited Sally to visit her house. Sally nodded.

They held hands on the bus, got off at Diana’s stop which was about a hundred yards away from her house. She showed Sally the flower fields, and did her regular routine of asking her about which flower would she like her to bring. Eventually Sally got tired and they sat near the flower field. Everything from lilac, rose, lily, daffodil and the lotus was rustling with the careless whispers of wind. This was the perfect moment for Diana to initiate intercourse.

Diana had skin color lip gloss on, the kind that made her lips radiate. On the other hand Sally had a more vibrant Rose Red color. Diana kissed her on the cheeks, kissed her on the lips and pushed her tongue into Sally’s mouth, oh boy! It was really something. The tender touch and the lip gloss exchange. Damn, felt like an old fashion make-up session.

Slowly They kissed each other’s breasts and palms – every organ of their body felt like it was being tightened and firmed. Sally’s breasts though they were usually firm, now were pointing straight ahead. It was something was charging her up from inside out, something that happens during a mating session. The sun was shining and the weather was sweet, the rays of sun were bouncing of their naked bodies. Let me tell you, if this was meant to be a rescue sign; any man would have identified it from miles away.

Diana started to massage Sally’s vulva, and in particular the clitoris. She was tenderly massaging her clitoral body. Sally felt aroused, she was becoming moist. Now, it was her try she stated to rub Sally’s skin, around the clitoral hood, using up-and-down, side-to-side and circular motions, it was apparent that she was the one with more experience. Then she gently fingered Diana’s labia. She was going around her genitals like a kid in a candy store. She said to Diana,’baby bring the chocolate milk.’, as Diana’s body was shaking up and down and she was just about to orgasm. By that time Sally gave her a rest.

Diana got in a primal, cat like stance with her head facing Sally’s pussy. She started to finger Sally’s vagina in an effort to stimulate her G-Spot. She was viciously fingering Sally’s external tissues to lead her to orgasm fast, because she was having a hard time controlling her own pussy. It was like a contest of who lasts the longest.

She pushed her middle finger and index fingers, making a hand gesture like "come here" roughly 5 cm up on the anterior wall of the vagina, forwards toward her belly button. Her palm was facing Sally’s vagina. This she continued for five minutes. As she put her fingers in close to the G-spot she felt a slightly rougher texture compared to the more cushion-like vaginal cavity walls around it. Finally there was a sudden release of a clear fluid similar to prostate fluid of a man. The fluid came out with a great force of expulsion, it was like a fountain. The sheer quantity of it was immense, as it reached as far as her knees and about half a metre high. Her movements became extremely strong, unexpected, uncontrolled and even spasmodic. Diana was a persistent little gal, as she continued hitting Sally’s G-spot even though Sally persisted that she had to pee, her persistence paid off and this can lead to an earth-shattering orgasm, the likes of which, you just have to experience to believe.

Sally had a hard time getting to her thighs, she knew that new it was her turn to makes her squeal, she gave Diana head, she was licking her fussy like a cat licks her cup while drinking milk out of it. She was definitely like a cat. She made Diana scream and beg her to stop, because the sensation was overpowering her. Diana was taking plants out of their roots by now. It was like a mother giving birth in a flower field. Angels must have been looking from above and smiling. She had an orgasm alright, It is quite literally like an an orgasm she had never had before.

P.S

The letters in the story are real ones and the guy who got rejected is the writer. The sex story about the lesbian friends will remain fiction until someone posts me a copy of their similar experience.

Author: Adam King