So, I tried to write a story before- but all derived of fantasy and the novelty of actually having a forum in which to express such new things. But this is different- a story based on the truth- on an actual relationship of mine- my first and current relationship with a girl named Alex. I’ll try to determine my own style, and the sexual content is questionable in some parts because I, like other great writers on this site, hate “fuck and run” stories. So maybe it’ll shape up like a novel. I begin…

What do we look like? Alex- she’s a butch dyke all the way, from her buzzed head to her baggy dark clothes, and of course, always sporting a rainbow around her wrist. Despite her tough exterior, she is soft around the edges, and gentle. Perfect blend in a girl. Me, well… I guess that’s a different issue. I’m nowhere near being completely out like she is, and despite my overall tendency toward butch affect and clothes, I do have my femme side. Just ask Alex. She’ll smack me if I brush my hair one more time after doing NOTHING to screw it up. And I have this theory that for every woman that’s OK with her body image, there are nine more running around calling herself fat. And of these nine, only two of them are anywhere near as fat as they make it seem. I believe that I am one of the two, Alex is one of the perfect seven that won’t shut up. She, of course, would beg to differ.

I met Alex at our school, in the Gay-Straight Union this year. She showed up to a random meeting in the middle of the year the first time, and randomly declared herself to be our chair. She was the oddest thing I had ever seen, and I honestly had no idea whether she was a boy or a girl. She was dating a bisexual slut in our school, but that told me nothing- the majority of the group was bisexual. I, too, shared that identity at the time, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to stare a little to verify Alex’s gender. After about five minutes of being seemingly engrossed in her chest, Alex leaned back, and I finally saw for sure. I still thought she was odd. She didn’t show up to another meeting for a while anyway. Figures.

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Months later, it turned out that two fearless members were needed to advertise the existence of our club at school. Alex caught wind of this, and, comfortable with the world knowing she was gay, she volunteered. I decided to join as well. I am somewhat drawn to odd people, and she was kinda cute. For a while we set up the GSU booth with posters and planning. The actual day was on my 16th birthday- the first day my crazy mother would allow me to date someone; hopefully, in her mind, a guy. What else can I say? We bonded. She was a cool type who knew some Russian and Bulgarian from her last girlfriend, and that seemed her big thing in life. We were bored to death at the booth. Sometime there when we were writing random shit to each other, she wrote,
”We should throw a party and go out.”
My response? “Uhh… but you’re taken…”
“No. She was a slut. I broke up with her a while ago. Are you gay?”
“Nah, I’m bi. I guess.”
“What, still questioning?”

A while ago I wrote another porn story on here- my fantasy of that awesome teacher I had a crush on for two years. Although Samantha had no idea I loved her, she knew me well and for a while had been trying to convince me to search my soul about my true sexual orientation. I refused. It would have been too much of a jump to commit myself fully to such a thing. I was still questioning, though. And later, before we parted ways in the hall, when she yelled, “I’m completely gay!”, I was still questioning, though struck by the amount of life in this girl, the way she seemed so vibrant. And obviously, I questioned her tough exterior.

So the next Sunday we went to the mall. A nervous time for me, obviously, being my first date. And I followed her around school like her pet monkey, and talked to her and called her constantly. I was so new at this. It never occurred to me that Alex would turn out to be such a great girl, that I would actually fall in love with her. I had been infatuated with Samantha for so long, I never guessed that someone as unique as Alex would be enough to grab my attention from its fixed spot on that straight twenty-seven year old. I guess I also underestimated how easily and potently I become attracted, and then attached, to someone.

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