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

you this week?” she asked. She didn’t seem like much of a sports person, and I was surprised that she knew I played.
    “No, not this week. We’re on break, too, just like everyone else.” Her smile lingered for several long seconds before Brooke handed her a shot. Something in her eyes was definitely more than friendly interest. She was almost as nude as she was when I saw her in the showers, and my mind couldn’t help undressing her and longing for what I knew lay beneath her skimpy new bikini.
    “Let’s play Truth or Dare,” Brooke proposed after an hour of idle conversation and drinking. The girls got loose and their lips got looser as we went around the circle and heard confessions of kinky sexual encounters, secret crushes and embarrassing events. When it came my turn to tell the truth or accept a dare, I chose the dare. I thought if I chose “truth,” someone might ask me if I was lesbian, so I took what I thought would be the less revealing option.
    After huddling together to come up with the best dare for me, the seven giddy girls finally sat back in place giggling and smiling.
    “We dare you to …,” Brooke started, pausing to look around the group and smile knowingly before saying, “French kiss Kendall for 10 seconds.” I’m sure I blushed as everyone else laughed, including Kendall.
    “Come on,” I replied. “I can’t do something to her that she doesn’t want me to do. That’s not cool,” I said, taking another drink from my beer and wondering if they had detected my attraction.
    “She broke up with her girlfriend months ago. Give the poor girl a kiss,” Brooke said, as everyone, including Kendall, smiled expectantly at me.
    “No problem on my end,” Kendall reassured me.
    That was all I needed to hear. I sat my drink down, moved to where she was, placed my hands on her sun-warmed bare arms and leaned in for the kiss. Her lips were like soft, welcoming pillows that willingly parted as I inserted my tongue. She smelled of cocoa butter scented sunblock, and I could taste the alcohol on her lips. Her scent and taste excited me, and I probed more deeply with my tongue, letting my full passion fill her mouth. When the 10 seconds turned to 15, the girls began to cheer us on and encouraged us to continue. As their voices rose, heads turned in our direction and other beachgoers became curious about what was happening.
    “Come on you guys,” Brooke said as she stood up and held a beach towel horizontally across her ass to block the views of others. “Hold the towels up so they can have some privacy.”
    Before we knew it, Kendall and I were surrounded by hot, half-naked women holding beach towels against their asses in a circle while watching us get down. They had their own private show, and Kendall and I were the stars.
    I was tipsy from the drinks and my inhibitions were lower than they had ever been. As I continued to deeply and passionately kiss Kendall, my right hand made its way back to untie her bikini top and set her bulging, buxom breasts free. I tossed her top aside and squeezed both breasts the way I had fantasized about squeezing them since the first day I saw her. It felt like I was dreaming to finally be touching them.
    Kendall reached around and released my top, causing my B’s to swing free. As soon as the air hit my nipples, I had an overwhelming urge to feel my breasts against Kendall’s. I pressed my mouth harder into hers, placed my hands on the blanket to her sides and slowly forced her to recline onto her back. Kendall submitted, and soon my breasts were hovering over hers, lightly brushing her nipples as I kissed, nibbled and teased her lips.
    “Woo-hoo! Get it girl!” Brooke yelled, and the others followed suit in their encouragement. How often do you have a cheering squad during sex? It was like playing as sport, only a thousand times better.
    I finally allowed the full weight of my body to rest on Kendall’s as I spread her legs apart and ground my crotch into