My name is Katherine Danes and I knew very well I was a lesbian the moment I laid eyes on her: Sylvia Jules. The most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. She wasn’t feminine whatsoever. She burped, farted, wore men’s clothes and had short cropped brown hair also like a boy. But I knew she was a girl by her big blues eyes and dimple in her left cheek when she smiled. My heart would literally pound whenever I saw her.I first met Sylvia backstage after her performance as buttons in Cinderella. I kept repeating myself saying how sensational she was and she just gave me a dazzling Bostancı Escort smile that made my heart melt. After that first meet, I was hooked. In love with another girl. But how could such a beauty such as Sylvia Jules be interested in me? I had long permed strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, I was tall with huge breasts that I couldn’t get control of as I walked. I went to see Sylvia every night and watched her perform and every time I thought she was brilliant. When her performance was over she’d look at me and wink. I went backstage and knocked on her dressing room door. Bostancı Escort Bayan When I heard her say ‘come in’ I walked in. I almost tripped over my feet when I saw Sylvia in just sexy lingerie. My heart skipped, my palms became clammy, a throbbing sensation ran down my body and throbbed hard down in my crotch area.Sylvia sat in front of her dressing room table and turned. She smiled. “Hey, beautiful,” she cooed. She stood up after she’d taken all of her make up. “God, its hard work to look good.” She noticed I was quiet. “Katherine, are you alright?” she asked in Escort Bostancı concern.My eyes rested on her body and the throbby sensation grew and grew until I felt a wet patch between my legs. Oh, shite, I thought. “I better get going?” I said, quickly.Sylvia stood a few feet away from me and leaned in and kissed me on the lips. She took me by surprise. “You werent expecting that, were you?” she asked. I shook my head. She took me by the hand and led me over to the bed and pushed me back and saw the wet patch when my long blue skirt lifted up on my knickers. She grinned and pulled my skirt up and pulled down my knickers, much to my resistance but I was too horny to do anything. I wanted to be licked, teased by her. Sylvia’s tongue touched my clitoris and I cried out.She pulled off my top and took off my bra, feeling my breasts.