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The Night That Changed My Life
By Les Amantes (address withheld)

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When I meet women in chat rooms they always ask how I 
could have found a partner if I am as deep in the 
closet as I say. The answer is I found my partner 
before I found myself. It took only one night to 
completely change my life and my way of thinking. (FF, 
college, 1st-lesbian-expr, rom)

***

Dorm life isn't for everyone, but it helped me grow in 
ways unimaginable. It gave me confidence and compassion 
and the first stable home I had ever known. Every year 
I knew I would be returning to the same room, to the 
same familiar faces, and to the same shabby food. I fit 
in at the dorm easily. I was a partier and always had 
something fun planned, which usually involved something 
slightly illegal.

September was the best month at the dorms. The freshman 
moved in and were terrified and alone. The 
upperclassmen spent their time trying to get them 
intoxicated on liquor and fun. Loud music filled the 
halls drowning out the laughter and the tears of the 
homesick freshmen. I was unpacking some of my boxes 
when a light knock sounded at my open door. I yelled 
enter and in came a shy freshmen asking about the 
shower situation. She and I were to share a bathroom 
and she was wondering if it was alright if she showered 
in the morning. 

I nearly laughed at how considerate she was. I told her 
it was 'first come, first served' on the shower 
usually. I asked her to come in and we started talking. 
I introduced her to my muckers, a very large pair of 
rubber boots, and to my shrew, which was kept in a jar 
of alcohol. We talked for about three hours. I thought 
for sure I had scared her off.

The next day I appealed to a higher authority to get 
her moved out of her current room with a smoker into a 
room with a little more fresh air. I thought it was the 
least I could do considering she put up with my 
weirdness for three hours. She thanked me for helping 
her move and suddenly we were friends. 

I don't remember sleeping at all for the next two 
months. She and I stayed up all hours of the night 
talking. We told each other our deepest, darkest 
secrets and some of our craziest thoughts. My 
eccentricities delighted her instead of frightened her 
like I had originally thought, and hers I found curious 
and flabbergasting. We had quickly become best friends. 

As best friends we started supporting each other. When 
one of us had a midterm the other would stay up and 
keep them company. We never seemed to run out of topics 
and the silences were never awkward.

That one night, she had a poetry midterm the next day. 
She didn't handle the stress of tests at all well so I 
stayed up to give her moral support. She didn't feel 
like studying so we lay on my bed and talked. I was 
having an insomnia spell that week that made me tense 
and nervous. I was lying on my stomach with my head 
propped in the crock of my arm when she reached over 
and started rubbing my back. Her hand slid in a 
circular motion over my tense back and shoulder 
muscles. I could feel my muscles relax. 

Her arm never seemed to tire and I was content just 
being relaxed. My mind went in circles with her hand 
and drained of all intrusive stressful thoughts. I was 
so completely relaxed that I started to feel guilty. I 
was supposed to be helping her relax. So I reached 
around her and started rubbing her back. 

Both of us could have been mirror images of each other, 
with one arm stretched out straight supporting the head 
and the other arm looped over the other to rub the 
back. We had been in this position for a long time 
before I realized how close we were. From shoulder to 
toe we were completely touching. Our faces were an inch 
apart. 

My mind started working at that moment. It said "girl 
this is wrong". So I rolled away and onto my back. She 
looked so rejected that I rolled back. 'We're friends 
so this is okay,' I told myself.

After another hour of rubbing, I had relaxed so 
completely that my body was touching hers perfectly 
again and my nose was under her chin. My nose was the 
mutinous part of my body. It felt the warmth of her 
chin and moved up to touch her soft cheek. Her cheek 
didn't seem to mind. Slowly her cheek started moving 
against my cheek. The warmth, gentleness, and softness 
of the gesture was intoxicating. 

Although my brain went back to sleep, my heart felt all 
the warmth, and caring involved. When our lips met, all 
conscious thought was gone. The passion involved 
clinched at me and dragged me under a spell I couldn't 
comprehend. Our lips fit perfectly together just like 
our bodies had for the past three or more hours. Our 
tongues mingled in a way that spoke of passion and 
desperation. 

The kiss lasted forever but not long enough. I lifted 
my head but couldn't open eyes. My voice crooked out, 
"Man are we in shit!" Her arms were tightly around me 
and I could feel her panic in the trembling of her 
body. My head lowered again and my lips were recaptured 
by the sanctuary of her lips.

I was dragged back to reality but the tightness of her 
arms and the feeling of drowning. In my panic all I 
could think about was her fear. I could feel it 
radiating off her. The words I had spoken hung in the 
air like a thick fog. She didn't want to leave until we 
discussed what happened but I couldn't think with her 
so close to me. I told her not to worry, that we'd 
always be friends.

It has been two years now. I am still coming to terms 
with my sudden transformation from heterosexual to a 
same sex relationship. I still feel love and tenderness 
when I think of that first kiss. We reminisce about it 
and sigh. It took a whole night to kiss that 
passionately but it was so perfect and so right. It 
only took that one night.

END

The writer of this story is: Les Amantes [PuddyTat] Her 
author Profile: "I am severely shy and a major closet 
case."

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