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Beth Crosses Over
by Lindsay and Carla (address withheld)

***

As a straight woman, Beth wonders why so many girls at 
her toney, all-women's college seem to be lesbians. In 
fact, more are coming out all the time. Then she 
discovers a little secret. Will she be able to hold 
onto her straight identity? (FF, reluc, 1st-lesbian-
expr)

***

When she was considering which college to attend, Beth 
found the elite New England women's colleges especially 
attractive. An outstanding student, she believed 
strongly that the single-sex classroom environment was 
the best pace for a young woman to develop her ability 
and self-confidence.

Yes, it was true that these schools also had a 
reputation for lesbianism, but that didn't bother her. 
She knew she was straight; she had a steady boyfriend. 
There were also other colleges nearby where she could 
meet guys when the time came to move on to a new 
relationship.

So Beth was delighted to be accepted by W--- College. 
She began her first year there with great excitement, 
making new friends and enjoying her classes. Her high 
school boyfriend began to seem too young and immature, 
so after a few months she dumped him. She was in no 
hurry to get involved in a serious relationship again. 
Instead, she enjoyed dancing at mixers at other schools 
and just hanging around with her friends. It was nice 
to know that she didn't need a guy to feel good about 
herself.

What she hadn't fully appreciated was how strong the 
lesbian presence on campus was. She was taken aback to 
see girl couples necking by the lake. A couple of the 
intramural softball teams were clearly all-dyke squads, 
very butch, even mannish in their demeanor. However 
much she believed in tolerance, Beth found that 
repulsive, and she said so to her closest friends.

As the months passed, Beth found the lesbian influence 
more disconcerting. Each month or so another student 
who seemed straight would come out of the closet and go 
strolling across campus hand-in-hand with her female 
lover. One of these was a girl with whom Beth had 
attended high school. At times it seemed to Beth that 
she and her friends were destined to become a minority. 
They joked about it.

In the spring semester she took a feminist philosophy 
class from Professor Moss, an openly lesbian instructor 
who seemed to have a kind of cult following among the 
campus lesbian community. Beth figured half the class 
was gay. But Moss was such a dynamic teacher it was 
worth it.

Sometimes when Professor Moss would look at Beth, she 
felt strange – her teacher's gaze seemed to linger a 
bit longer than necessary. Dr. Moss was a striking 
women in her late 30s, tall and slender, with shortish, 
dark hair that she usually tied back and penetrating 
grey-green eyes. She had exquisite sharp cheekbones. 
Beth, who had a pretty roundish face, admired her 
professor's more defined features.

It wasn't the professor who really bothered Beth, 
however. One of the lesbians in the class, Christie, 
seemed to have fastened on her with some kind of 
infatuation. Christie was not unattractive, though she 
had the usual lesbian plump ass and butch mannerisms. 
Beth, having overheard a conversation among some of the 
other dykes in the class, knew that Christie had no 
girlfriend. She often asked Beth if she'd like to go to 
the movies or study together.

Beth agreed once to study with her in the library for 
Professor Moss's mid-term exam. But when Christie 
placed her hand on Beth's thigh, Beth stiffened and 
said, "Please don't do that. It makes me 
uncomfortable."

Christie had a hurt look on her face. "I'm sorry, Beth. 
I hope we can still be friends."

"Of course," Beth answered, but it put a damper on the 
study session and chilled their relationship. Although 
she stopped asking Beth to do things together, Beth 
still caught Christie staring at her in class. 
Christie's look did not suggest platonic friendship, 
either.

About three weeks after the library incident, Professor 
Moss surprised Beth at the end of class by inviting her 
to a small dinner party the following Saturday. She had 
asked some of her students to come. Beth said yes, then 
instantly regretted her decision. This dinner would 
obviously be for the lesbian students. Rather 
embarrassed by the situation, Beth didn't tell any of 
her friends.

The professor's house was a short walk from campus. 
Beth arrived a little late. When she rang the bell, to 
her surprise Christie opened the door. "Hi, Beth, come 
on in. Professor Moss had to run out for a few minutes, 
but she'll be right back."

As Beth entered, she realized her suspicions were 
correct. There were eight or nine other young women 
there, most of whom she knew, and they were all gay. In 
fact, one lesbian couple was necking passionately on 
the couch as though no one else was there. Beth thought 
if the professor did not get back soon, those two would 
be down on the floor having sex in a few minutes.

Christie handed Beth a glass of white wine and struck 
up a conversation. Beth had the sensation that the 
other women were watching her. Then she started to feel 
strange, light-headed. It was odd because wine didn't 
usually have this effect.

"Are you OK?" Christie asked.

"I'm feeling a little dizzy," Beth replied. "I better 
sit down."

"Why don't you lie down until it passes? Follow me."

Christy guided Beth upstairs to the professor's master 
bedroom. Beth felt unsteady and nearly fell. But other 
hands caught her and helped her onto the bed. She 
realized that all of the women had accompanied them 
upstairs. She felt someone pull off her boots and 
socks.

"It's working," a voice said. "Let's get started."

With that Beth felt other hands. Her pants were 
unfastened and tugged down, then her shirt was 
unbuttoned and removed. She felt powerless, unable to 
resist. All she could do was murmur, "Stop. Please 
don't." Strong hands pulled down her panties. She 
reached down to grab them but other hands pinned her 
arms. Next someone unclasped her bra. Christie stood 
across the room, watching the others strip her.

"Please stop!" Beth cried. "Why are you doing this? I 
haven't done anything to you."

"It's been decided that you are to become one of us," 
replied one of the women, a short, plumpish dyke named 
Lindsay. "A lesbian. A dyke."

"But I'm not gay," Beth insisted. "I find sex between 
women disgusting."

The women all laughed. "So did some of us, before our 
initiation," Lindsay said. "Some women are born 
lesbian, but not enough. We recruit more. That drink 
you had contained a potion. If you have an orgasm now 
at the hands of a woman, you will be transformed. You 
will be ready to embrace woman love as your true 
identity. We like to initiate one new dyke each month."

A chill came over Beth. She now understood why so many 
women were coming out, women who had seemed completely 
straight. Tears flowed from her eyes. She struggled to 
get up but in her enervated state she was no match for 
the strong women holding her.

"Professor Moss will be back soon. She won't let you do 
this!"

More laughter. Carla, an African-American women, said, 
"You don't get it, do you? Our professor arranged this. 
She's the one who selected you."

"But why?"

"Because Christie needs a new girlfriend," Carla 
answered, in a matter-of-fact tone. Beth stared at 
Christie, who smiled and blew her a kiss.

With that, the women in the room began to remove their 
clothing. Beth was soon surrounded by eight naked 
dykes. As others held down her legs, Lindsay and Carla 
began to kiss her neck and suck her nipples. These are 
very sensitive and quickly hardened. Lindsay reached 
down and with her fingers gently rubbed and probed 
Beth's cunt.

Beth determined to resist them. Carla tried to kiss her 
and she jerked her head away and pursed her lips 
tightly. She told herself she would not have an orgasm. 
She tried to distract her mind – math problems, 
thoughts of her family, anything but sex.

But, of course, the hardest time to avoid thinking 
about something is when you try. She remembered her 
boyfriend, only to find herself dwelling on the one 
time they had made love. It hadn't been very 
satisfying, either. It certainly didn't feel like this.

And this did feel good. Oh, yes, these women knew how 
to arouse her. What their tongues and teeth were doing 
to her nipples was amazing! Beth began to breathe 
harder and a soft moan escaped her lips.

At that, another woman, a real bull dyke named Mary 
Lou, settled her face between Beth's thighs and began 
to work her tongue around and over her stiff little 
clitoris. Warm, pleasurable sensation radiated from her 
clit throughout her body. Mary Lou worked one, then two 
fingers into Beth's cunt. Beth's moans grew louder.

She realized that she was no longer being held down. 
She should try to push them off now, she thought, she 
should escape. Instead her hands clutched the sheets. 
She felt a desire to stroke the hair of her assailants, 
to encourage them. No, she mustn't! She mustn't give 
in! Minutes passed. Or was it hours? The torment of 
pleasure never stopped.

"Wow, she's a tough one." Mary Lou said, shaking her 
head as another woman replaced her. "I've never seen a 
girl hold out this long."

But hard as she fought, pretty Beth was losing her 
battle. Twice she felt herself slipping toward the 
abyss of sexual ecstasy and barely held herself back. 
She was writhing with pleasure under at least three 
tongues all the time. She let her hand rest on 
Lindsay's back when she returned for her second round 
at Beth's left nipple. Then she began to run her 
fingers tenderly through Lindsay's red hair.

Suddenly a familiar voice.

"I'll take over, girls," Professor Moss said.

Beth opened her eyes to see her teacher fully naked. 
The other girls moved off the bed to make space for 
their strikingly handsome leader.

Now Beth had no will to leave or resist. She only 
wanted to cum at the hands of this beautiful, 
commanding woman. It didn't matter what happened 
afterwards. She just had to cum.

Professor Moss lay atop Beth. "You are so pretty," she 
said to her student. Beth beamed at her. Professor Moss 
moved her lips toward Beth's. Instead of pulling away, 
Beth closed the short distance between their mouth and 
their lips met. Professor Moss forced her tongue into 
Beth's willing mouth and they kissed deeply, tongues 
dancing together.

"They look so beautiful together," one of the other 
women said. "It won't be long now." Others murmured in 
agreement.

Beth wrapped her arms around her teacher and ran her 
hands along the older woman's strong back and 
shoulders. Beth' legs wrapped around her top's tight 
buns. Professor Moss slowly humped Beth's pussy with 
her pelvis. Beth whimpered and gasped, her sexual 
tension rising.

The professor kissed her way down her student's body. 
As her mouth approached Beth's pussy, she paused and 
sat up.

"Please give me a glove and some lube from the 
dresser," Professor Moss said to Christie. The other 
women were stunned. They had never seen their teacher 
fist a woman on the first night. Only a couple had ever 
experienced this delight at her hands.

Beth waited, a look of tense expectation on her face, 
as her partner greased up her gloved hand. "Just relax, 
honey," Professor Moss said soothingly. "This is going 
to feel better than anything you've ever experienced.

With that she began her careful entrance, slowly 
stretching Beth's cunt, adding one finger each time 
while applying gentle pressure on her clitoris with the 
other hand. The room was completely silent. Finally the 
teacher pressed her thumb flat against her palm and 
started to work her entire hand into the young woman 
beneath her.

Beth noticed everyone staring in rapt attention. But 
she did not care. Her entire universe was concentrated 
in the sensations in her cunt, which seemed to be on 
fire. She moaned with delight and frustration... She so 
wanted to take the intruder... But she was just too 
tight... It seemed impossible, no, it would never fit.

Slurp! And then it was in. Professor Moss felt 
resistance give way. "Good girl, Beth, you took it 
all," she said. She now balled up her fist and eased it 
deeper into Beth.

"Yes, professor, oh, yes!" she gasped. She tossed her 
head from side to side; her fingers clawed helplessly 
at the sheets, the pillow, anything within reach. As 
the others moved closer to watch, Professor Moss's 
forearm slowly disappeared into Beth's yawning cunt 
until she was buried halfway to her elbow. Then she 
began to pull her arm out to the wrist and move it back 
in. She repeated the motion again and again, a little 
faster each time.

Beth felt her world explode, felt herself tumble into a 
deep abyss of ultimate pleasure, a warm darkness 
enveloping her. The muscles in her womb contracted 
fiercely around the professor's hand and wrist. The 
loud, unmistakable cry of orgasm escaped her lips.

At that the women around her clapped and cheered. They 
shared the sense of triumph, of intimate sisterhood, 
with their teacher. Their circle had a new member. They 
surrounded Beth and kissed her. She now understood the 
incredible intensity and beauty of sapphic love. Why 
had she fought so hard against it? She welcomed their 
lips and tongues, murmuring "Thank you" again and 
again.

Very carefully and gently, Professor Moss withdrew her 
gloved hand. It was slick with Beth's effusions. Beth 
looked disappointed. Professor Moss gave her one more 
brief kiss. "There's someone special who wants to join 
you in bed," she whispered.

Christie, who had been waiting so patiently all this 
time, advanced to the bed. "OK, Christie, now sit on 
Beth's face."

The women in the room knew what Beth was about to find 
out – that she would fall in love with the first woman 
whose pussy she tasted in the moment's after her 
initiation climax. Christie kissed Beth once, deeply. 
Before she could say a word, Christie had straddled her 
face and all she could taste or smell was Christie's 
moist cunt.

Beth lapped eagerly at the pungent juices. She had 
never tasted anything so delicious in her entire life. 
She licked and sucked and nibbled. Her tongue snaked 
into Christie's cunt and wiggled furiously, then found 
her stiff clitoris. Christie exploded and covered 
Beth's face with her love juices. Again the room broke 
into cheers and applause.

They cuddled close in bed, kissing softly. Beth 
suddenly felt she had always been a lesbian. Professor 
Moss ushered the others out of the room to give the 
Christie and her new partner some privacy. They made 
love again and again for the rest of the night.

The next morning Beth and Christie strolled into the 
dining room in the dorm with their arms around each 
other. Beth's friends were left stunned and speechless. 
Beth and Christie took their trays and sat with the 
other dykes.

In the six months since Beth came out, she has changed 
a lot. Today her hair is cut much shorter. She's gained 
twenty-five pounds, mostly in her hips and behind. She 
loves her plump dyke ass, and so does Christie. Her 
mannerisms are much more masculine now. She has joined 
the "Sapphic Swatters," one of the dyke softball teams. 
She and Christie have exchanged rainbow commitment 
rings and plan to live in a state that allows gay 
marriage after they graduate. They hold hands together 
in Professor Moss's class.

Professor Moss has invited them to a dinner party 
tonight. Lindsay has taken a fancy to a straight girl 
named Meredith, one of Beth's old group of straight 
friends. For Beth, it will her first chance to initiate 
a lucky young woman into her new circle.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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