Swimming class

I don't know for sure if I'm a lesbian. I'm 26 years old, I've had several lovers in my life, some of them wonderful. I like male, hairy guy, dock worker. And that's exactly why it's difficult to live together, because I'm very independent and I hate having a "master" telling me what to do. Anyway: a few months ago I felt good alone. I could be lacking in sex, come on; but I owned my nose.

I'm the big, athletic type of woman. I like to play sports and I love to see that my thighs can be as muscular as many guys on the beach. I'm 1.72 meters tall, weigh 69 kilos, I have small breasts but protruding nipples, wide hips, shoulders wider than normal. Because my waist is super thin, I do the "tanajura" gender, and it's rare that a guy passes by me on the beach and doesn't risk a glance...

I've always liked men, and I've always liked to be independent, so I've been on my own.

Two months ago, I started an intensive swimming course at the academy. For pleasure only, with no intention of competing. The school usually brings together several levels of students at the same time. My cap was navy blue (experienced level), in the middle of beginners' caps, pink or white.

Marina was one of the girls close to my age, but who still wore a white hood. She was very hardworking, but not good at sports. Like a minion, blonde with long curly hair and very white skin, she made a gender of woman in everything different from mine.

At first, she annoyed me. She was too soft to do the exercises, she got tired for no reason... when the teacher was not looking, she stopped the exercises or slowed down the pace. The opposite of me: I always strive, on every occasion.

So for the first few weeks I didn't go with her face and really tried to stay on a streak further away from that "molenga".

Until the day of the teacher's birthday. It was Marina herself who found out the date, concha the colleagues to collect the gift money, arranged a canteen for after school hours... I always liked the teacher, I ended up giving money for the gift and joining the party.

We were 12 girls at a big cafeteria table, and the teacher was super happy, and she liked the gift, and some of the girls were waiting for their boyfriends, and they had arranged a date with them, and we all had a quick drink, and we talked a lot.

I felt her hand on my thigh, I turned to the side, it was Marina, she was smiling at me, very intimate, her breath was warm and her eyes were so bright.

She was so happy, she spoke, pointing to the teacher.

I stuttered yes, but I could actually feel the pressure on my thigh like a hot iron mark... apparently Marina had made the gesture without any double meaning, so she moved her body further away, went to talk to someone else.

I confess that I felt very uncomfortable about it. It could be just coincidence, but why had I been so hot, with that intimacy? What kind of attraction was it, what did I feel?

The other nights of class, I became more interested in Marina. I would arrive half an hour earlier, she was already there. And some "coincidences" were very interesting... even if one of us was in the gym earlier, we would just change at the same time. It was me starting to undress, Marina would do it too.

Was I going crazy, or was Marina stripping in a very... sexy way?

Unlike me and other girls, Marina didn't come home with a bathing suit. She slowly took off all her clothes... still in her underwear and bra, walked through the dressing room tying her long hair or asking for a favor here ("Can I tie this clip, please?") or there ("Can you tie it behind my bathing suit?")... these were natural gestures, but why did she always look for me with her eyes, after being "so natural"?

On several occasions, when she was finally going to take off her underwear and put on her bathing suit, Marina would do it with the bathroom door open, and I could often catch a glimpse of her dark anus as she stooped to put on the outfit, or see a piece of her breast before she lifted the strap.

She provoked me, this is the truth, more than I could admit to myself, if I had a crush on anyone during this period, it was on her, on the blond and thin girl, Marina.

The thing exploded on a very cold day, when the teacher wanted us to warm up beyond the normal time, divided the class into pairs and, of course, who was my partner?

Some of the students had been absent, there were only four couples around the pool, lots of exercises, first Marina held my feet while I did countless pushups, I did them quickly and competently, and then we switched places.

The classmates and the teacher were far away. When Marina adjusted the body and I held her feet, I immediately felt my face turn red, catch fire... Marina had tucked her panties deep inside her pantyhose, the combs "leaked" from the edge of the pantyhose. The strip of cloth protected practically only the pantyhose, so offered, there, a few centimeters from my face...

And Marina did the exercise in a very sensual way, twisting her body more than she should, moving her hips, and at one point, she took my hand, pulled it off her ankle, and made me touch her combs...

It was too much, it was more than I could take, and I swam as much as I could in class, and I tried not to look at her line, where Marina was swimming softly...

As I said, we were just a few students, and while the new class was arriving and our classmates were going to change, Marina started talking to the teacher, and I ended up half-dropped there, giving time to time... I saw when, one by one, the girls left the locker room, the new class was already warming up, and only then did Marina continue to change.

With my heart pounding, I also went to the dressing room. Empty. I confess that I felt disappointed; after that warm-up session, I assumed that Marina wanted something more...

She was in the shower, and she opened the door and made a gesture for me to go into the cubicle, too.

Oh, how beautiful her body was and how excited she was, she pulled my panties off willingly and then we rubbed our breasts, kiss on each other's kisses... and her hand went between my folds, tickling her clitoris willingly... I kissed her ears, rubbed my hands on her ass, put my finger through her anus...

After we kissed and smoothed each other with such passion, Marina sat down on the brick. The water ran through our bodies; she made me sit down, leaned against the wall and opened my legs... I lifted my thighs up, saw the water pouring forcefully from the shower and then... then I closed my eyes and all I could feel was her nervous tongue rubbing against my clitoris, poking through my folds, making fun of me in a way I've never felt before, with any man...

At the same time, I was afraid that someone would enter the bathroom and I was afraid that she would stop before making fun of me... Marina completed the act by putting two fingers deep inside my vagina and penetrated me with more competence than many males...

When we sat under the water, we heard voices. Marina quickly came out of the box, and started talking to the girls as if nothing had happened. After all, she was quite uninhibited, there was nothing to be suspicious of...

I was the one who was still there under the water for long minutes... calming my heart and trying to understand if, after all, I was a lesbian or not. When I came out, Marina was no longer there. Inside my closet, I found a note with a heart drawn and a phone number.

I've spent a lot of time wondering if I should call or if I should just forget about it, so I ended up writing this letter, telling this story to the magazine. I'm deciding -- when I'm done, I'm going to call her. What if I'm a lesbian? I don't know if it's that important. I know I'm attracted to her. And if it's true that "all forms of love are worth it", well, I guess I have nothing to lose by looking for her.