I'd never met a lesbian before.For her rough outlook on life and what I took to be her immature tendency towards boyishness, she was intelligent, brig...t, aware. She was a student of English and philosophy but had enough sense to pursue biology instead. She wrote poems about rocks and stones and cicadas, all the things that I missed. She taught me about rebellion and rock music, modern art and what it meant to be alive.She took me back to her dorm room one evening to change her shirt. Her. . His tan muscular chest on display.."Hi there Ash!" Mark yelled from across the room as soon as he saw me and makes his way towards me.. He came over smiled at me and pulled me close to his tan chest and bent down and gave me a kiss which got me so giddy, I felt butterflies in my tummy. "Hey Mark, How's the party kicking off?" i ask him after he breaks the kiss.. "You're soo late.. I found a girl already who's going to ride me bad.." he giggled "I expected you to be early at least. We could. I pinned her on the bed, used my leg to open hers and thrust against her. I then put my lips to hers and gently sucked on her bottom lip. I kissed her and our tongues touched, it felt amazing. I moved my hand down her neck and began groping her breasts as I kissed her harder. My hand moved down her body and hiked her dress up so I could feel her down below. I started rubbing her pussy through her silk knickers, she moaned as I stroked her. I moved her knickers to one side and slipped a finger. I showed an early interest and my oil baron father provided me with the best training in both classes of vessels.My story starts one day when I was inspecting our sixty-foot yacht. I was a fanatic about order and safety. After checking all the life vests, the zodiac, and emergency communication gear. I got a phone call from my mother that she and grandma wanted to go out for a day in the sun. She informed me that I was to captain the vessel and they would be there in ten minutes expecting to.