This is a true story about me growing up. It happened a couple of years ago when I was going into the 9th grade. I still see Amanda sometimes, but she has a boyfriend now. I guess she was just experimenting. I am a bona fide lesbian. I have never had a boyfriend and never wanted one after my first time with Amanda. I have had a few girlfriends since then but nothing long term. It is hard when you are still in high school. Anyway, on with the story ...
Dawn and Amanda, part 1 by Dawn dawnluvsgirls@hotmail.com
I turned 13 the summer my parents split up. My best friend Amanda's parents split when she was real young, so she was used to it. She lived with her mom and sister on the next block. I spent a lot of time over at her house trying to get used to the idea of the divorce.
Amanda and I go to the same school and are best friends. She is a little taller than me, with a dark complexion and black hair that hangs past her shoulders. I am about 5'5", with blonde hair just past my shoulders. I am tan, but not as dark as Amanda. I started developing a little before Amanda and have pretty big breasts for a 13 year old. Amanda's are a lot smaller, but cute. We both have nice bodies and like wearing the low- riser pants and belly shirts and strutting around the mall like we're hot shit.
One day at the mall, Amanda went into a store to buy some underwear. She picked these little tiny G-string panties! I couldn't believe it! I wore regular cotton panties with little froggies on the front. I had to be careful that they didn't poke up out of my pants when I sat down or bent over, that was the only problem with them. Amanda told me she wore them all the time and said I should get some. I bought a few for myself and we went back to her house.
I was anxious to try on my new underwear, so we closed her bedroom door and I took off my pants and underwear. Amanda told me that my pussy was too hairy for the new panties and told me I needed to trim it up. I told her I didn't know how to do that. She told me to put on her robe and meet her in the bathroom, then she left.
I put on her robe and walked down the hall to her bathroom. She was in there with the water running, waiting for it to get hot. She locked the door and told me to get naked and sit on the edge of the tub. I was kinda embarrassed, but did it anyway. She came over to me with an electric trimmer and knelt down in front of me. She gently pushed my knees apart and inched forward between my legs. She told me to relax and close my eyes and she would be done in a minute. She put the trimmer between my legs and switched it on. She began trimming along the sides of my pussy. The thing was vibrating really fast and it tickled. I started to squirm around a bit. She put her hand on my belly and told me to relax and not move. Then she moved in closer, so close I could feel her hot breath on my stomach. Her hands on my thighs and pussy and the vibrations were really getting to me and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
She looked up at me and asked, "Do you want to be really neat and ready for a tiny bikini?" I said, "Sure."
She took the trimmer and ran it all the way across my pussy. My hair fell in a clump on her knees. I said, "What the hell?" She said, "You don't want any hairs sticking out, do you? This is what you have to do. I do it." I told her I didn't believe her. She stood up and unzipped her shorts, pushing them down. She was wearing a tiny satin G-string. I couldn't see any hairs poking out the sides or under the fabric. She put her fingers under the elastic strings and pulled the panties down. I was shocked! She was completely smooth, like I was a couple of summers ago. She said she shaved herself every couple of days and that it felt great feeling the smooth satin rubbing on her pussy all day long. She then asked if she could finish shaving me. I told her go ahead, and opened my legs.
She used the trimmer to knock off the rest of my hair, then wet a washcloth with warm water and wet my pussy really good. She got some shaving gel and squirted it into her hand. She warned me that it might be cold, and pressed her palm against my pussy. I gasped, not at the cold, but at the feeling of her touching me. She rubbed the lather around a bit, and I started to really get excited. She could hear my breathing get a little quicker and shorter. She just looked up at me and smiled. She got her razor, and told me to be real still.
When she was done, she rewet the washcloth and wiped me clean. She pulled me to my feet and asked me to look at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe it. I looked like I was 9 years old again, only with 34B breasts. Amanda moved in behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Resting her chin on my shoulder, she looked at me in the mirror and said, "You wanna have some fun?"