FRESHMAN CURIOUSITY
This is a work of lesbian fiction. All of the names and sexual scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by stories involving women engaging in sex with underage girls, please read no further.
(Lesbian High School, Lesbian Adult Youth)
I have known Magda Bakos since I was in 6th grade, and she first moved in next door. I was later to learn that as a child she had emigrated with her parents after Hungary broke away from communism. Now, a beautiful woman in her mid-30's, the exotic, dark-haired woman had found success as a corporate lawyer.
My name is Kimmie Mahoney, but a lot of people call me "Peanut." I recently entered the 9th grade at William Packer High School, and I made it onto the girls' varsity soccer team as a freshman. Freshman rarely make the varsity at our high school, so it was kind of a big deal for me.
I suppose I have always been fascinated by Ms. Bakos. She had no boyfriend, husband or children, and appeared to make a nice income by herself. She was my ideal of a "modern woman."
Although she asked me to call her Magda, my parents had insisted that I always be respectful and address our new neighbor as Ms. or Miss Bakos. Magda thought the whole thing was amusing, but I had to do what my parents told me to do.
For most of the time that Magda had known me, I was the skinny, blonde tomboy that lived next door. I was known almost exclusively as "Peanut," as I ran around the neighborhood, mostly with boys who were my age.
I had always preferred wearing comfortable clothes, like athletic shorts and jeans. It was pretty hard to play sports in a dress, and I would only reluctantly wear one on special days like Christmas and Easter. I felt stupid with the compromise, but it temporarily kept mom and dad off my case.
One of the best things in my young life was Magda's swimming pool. The summers were hot in my town, and she worked out an arrangement with my parents so that I could have access to her pool. My parents had agreed that I could go over there if I was invited, and that Ms. Bakos would be present poolside for my safety. I also had to get permission from my parents, and was admonished to never invite myself over, as that would be rude.
Although the deal seemed cumbersome, it worked out O.K. I would never had dreamed of jumping in the pool if I had not been invited, or if Magda was not at home. Ms. Bakos seemed to enjoy hearing about my sport-filled preteen life. I felt even more special that I was the only neighborhood kid that was invited to swim in her pool. Some of the boys were jealous of that fact.
I could sense that my parents never seemed 100% comfortable with our neighbor, Ms. Bakos. I was not allowed to go into her house without the express permission of one of my parents, although they were grateful for how nice our neighbor was trying to be to me. I had always felt a little bit different, and I didn't always get along with "prissy" girls my age.
Even then, I had noticed that from time to time Magda would be visited by other attractive women. Sometimes their cars would still be there the next morning. For the three years that she had lived next door to us, Magda never had a boyfriend, nor had I ever seen a man enter her home. My dad had muttered the word, "dyke," but I didn't really know what that meant.
Junior High had been a confusing and frustrating time for me. The majority of my friends had always been boys after I had proven at a young age that I was good in sports. I was as good as they were. Sometimes even better. We would play basketball or sandlot baseball after school, weekends, and throughout the summertime. I also played organized basketball and soccer in girls leagues, but wanted no part of softball, and my parents had forbidden me to play tackle football with the neighborhood boys.
Skinny and small, I had gotten the nickname, "Peanut," and it stuck.
Things started to change for me in 7th grade. The boys suddenly started getting stronger and faster, and no longer wanted to play their increasingly rough sports with girls. I slowly became excluded as the boys became more interested in girls with boobs and pretty clothes, rather than short-haired tomboys who could dribble to their left.
Bless her heart, my mother tried to explain the realities of teenage life to me. Nothing was my fault, she assured me, nature was simply taking its course. I wasn't buying it, however, and harbored a resentment against some of my old school friends who now seemed to consider me invisible.
Slowly, I allowed my mom to help. I let my blonde hair grow longer, and brushed it regularly. I also began to wear more "girly" clothes, albeit still mainly shorts and pants.
During the summer between 7th grade, I was often invited to swim next door. Magda usually wore a very daring black bikini, while I wore a little girl one-piece, which did nothing to enhance my boyish, stick-like figure.
One day, Magda noticed the small, blossoming bumps on my narrow chest, and exclaimed: "Peanut, your boobies are coming in!" I was embarrassed, but at the same time proud that I was becoming a woman, like my junior high peers.
That summer, I started to develop the beginning of curves. My little boobies continued to sprout, and my hips began to jut out. I was suddenly 4 inches taller. All of those inches seemingly went to my slender legs. Mom eventually allowed me to get a more mature-looking two-pieced like the other girls, and I slowly began to make female friends. Mom and dad never said anything directly, but they seemed relieved that puberty was morphing their little skinned-kneed tomboy into a pretty, teenage girl.
I continued to swim at Ms. Bakos pool, and at a community pool with some of the other girls from my junior high. I now began to take a more curious interest in Magda's astonishing, full-figured body. Only a blind person would have failed to notice Magda's big boobs and round butt cheeks in the small bikinis that she wore. For some unexplained reason, not only was I looking at my next-door neighbor in a different way, so was I with some of my pretty, new junior high school friends.
I had joined a new, elite, traveling soccer team that summer. A U-14 team, the girls were my age or slightly older. The team was based out of a neighboring town, and the girls on the team hadn't known "Peanut," the short-haired tomboy, so I introduced myself as Kimmie. While I wasn't exactly reinventing myself, I was no longer that skinny little 6th grade girl that used to play sports with the boys.
I made friends with the girls on my soccer team easily. Some of the girls were extraordinarily pretty, and I found myself concerned about my appearance for the first time. My mother was only too happy to take me clothes shopping and to make appointments at the hairdresser. As I was an only child, mom reveled in showing me how to shape and paint my nails, and other "girly" things. I was happy that she was happy.
Although I hadn't really noticed it, I had physically transformed by the end of summer vacation and the start of 8th grade. Long-legged, with pretty blonde hair parted in the middle of my head, boys were beginning to notice me. I chose to ignore the little rats. Many of them were now shorter than me.
I suppose I had always known that I wasn't really attracted to boys, although I had enjoyed the competitiveness of playing sports with them. Although I was unfamiliar with the term, lesbian, I first knew that I was exclusively interested in girls while watching an episode of "Young Sheldon" on TV. There was a character named Veronica Duncan. My heart stopped when I saw her. Veronica was tall, tan, and beautiful, and seemed to have no interest in the girl-crazy, Georgie.
That night I looked her up on my laptop. Veronica was played by an actress named Isabel May. I would secretly model my appearance after Isabel. That night I imagined kissing Isabel's naked, perky boobs. For the first time, my hand descended beneath my cotton panties.
Now an 8th grader, I wondered if anyone could tell that I was looking at pretty girls with a new, discerning interest. I had also developed a secret crush on one of my soccer teammates, Jill Simons.
Jill was a pretty, platinum blonde, and a year older than me. In my imagination, she looked a lot like the actress, Dove Cameron. Despite some occasional furtive looks, I kept my feelings for Jill buried deep within me.
My rapidly maturing young body was having a noticeable effect on my soccer performance. Now, 13-years-old, I was taller, stronger, and faster than I had ever been. Playing against boys for all of those years had made me fearless, and supremely confident in my abilities. I was named to the U-14 all-region team in my area.
Coach Franklin, the head girls' soccer coach of the Packer high school team even came out to see me, and encouraged me to attend summer tryouts for the varsity team. I was thrilled, and no longer concerned with the boys who had snubbed me.
8th grade year went by quickly, and it was soon approaching the summer school break. My future high school coach had laid out a conditioning plan for me to follow, with tryouts set to begin in late August.
The late spring weather was already beginning to turn hot. I was in my backyard one afternoon dribbling a soccer ball when I heard voices next door. Peering through a gap in the fence, I spied Magda in a particularly skimpy string bikini. There was only a tiny strip of fabric between her thick, round, butt cheeks. Magda looked unbelievably hot! Her big boobs seemed like they were trying to fight their way out of her small bikini top.
I then noticed Magda was not alone. A slender, pretty brunette who couldn't have been more than 22 or 23-years-old laid her towel on a chaise lounge. I was shocked, and perhaps jealous, when Magda kissed the younger woman on the lips, and playfully squeezed the woman's firm, petite ass.
I wasn't quite sure why at the time, but I wanted to attract Magda's attention. Instead of quietly dribbling the soccer ball as I had been doing, I began noisily kicking it into the soccer net that my father had erected for me.
Bang! Bang! My shots loudly whacked against the back of the practice goal. After only a few minutes, Magda peered her head over the six-foot fence. "'Peanut,' is that you making all of that racket?" "Sorry," I said sheepishly, fearing that my little tantrum may have spoiled my relationship with my beautiful, kind, next-door neighbor.
"Aren't you hot?" Magda asked. "Why don't you ask your mother if you can go for a swim?" I ran into the house like I was shot out of a cannon. "Mom, Ms. Bakos asked me if I'd like to go swimming. It's really hot today!"
My mom hesitated for a moment before saying, "Be sure to be polite and thank her, and make sure that you put on some sunscreen."
I'm not sure that my feet touched the stairs as I blazed to my bedroom to put on my new bikini. While it was far from a string bikini, it was certainly the most mature-looking swimsuit that I had ever owned, and it took a bit of convincing for my mom to agree to buy it. With my hand, I tucked my little boobs into my bikini top to ensure that they were secure.
Throwing on an oversized t-shirt, and grabbing a towel and bottle of sunscreen, I ran out the door and through the gate to Magda's backyard. I had never moved so fast in my life!
"That was quick," Magda said with a smile. Her pretty guest seemed less delighted to see me. "Taylor, this is Peanut.' Oops, I mean to say, this is Miss Kimberly Mahoney." I smiled and waved at the beautiful stranger. I said, "You can call me Kimmie or Peanut,' I like it when Ms. Bakos calls me that." I said with an ear-to-ear smile. Even though she was wearing sunglasses, I could see Taylor's eyebrows raise.
"Taylor is a law student, and is interning at our firm during her summer break," Magda said. I smiled absently at the report. Taylor had her bikini top unfastened and was lying on her stomach soaking in the pre-summer rays. Her round butt, unconfined in a t-back bikini bottom, was attractively raised above the chaise lounge like two small dusky hills. A pair of dark sunglasses framed her young face, and her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, like mine.
Magda had her feet dangling in the cool water, and was facing me from the other side of the pool. Magda never seemed to want to get her hair wet, so she rarely ventured beyond the shallow end of the pool. Magda's boobs were glistening with sweat on the unseasonably hot day.
I put my towel and sunscreen on one of the unused chaise lounges, and whipped off my t-shirt over my head, anxious to get into the water. I shook my pony-tailed long blonde hair to help it fall.
Magda seemed to stir as I debuted my new bikini. It had been at least 9 months since I had last been in a swimsuit and in her pool, and I noticed that she seemed to be laser-focused on my ever-maturing body. Long-legged and slender, I was now nearly 5'8" tall, and my little breasts were approaching full A-cups, rather than the tiny, bee-sting bumps of the previous summer.
I was particularly proud of my round, athletic ass. Years of sports had made it full and muscular. One of the girls on my soccer team had called it a "bubble butt." The term made me laugh.
As my mother instructed, I began applying sunscreen to my body. To my surprise, all eyes seemed to be on me. Magda rose from the other side of the pool and helped me to put some sunscreen on my back, as she had done many times before. This time, her hands moved more slowly and gently along my bikinied back.
Magda then purred, "'Peanut,' you're growing into a very beautiful young woman." I had never heard Magda use that tone of voice before. I was both frightened and aroused. I could feel myself blushing.
Taylor took off her sunglasses and sat up on her chaise lounge as she watched Magda rub sunscreen on my lower back. Taylor hadn't bothered to refasten her bikini top. Those were the first grown-up tits that I had ever seen. They were tan, and were curved enticingly upwards. The young law student seemed to have no issue with flashing them at Magda and me.
Suddenly, I began to feel uncomfortable as I noticed that Taylor was hungrily directing her eyes at my taut, young body. At last, Taylor spoke: "'Peanut,' how old are you?" I answered, "Almost 14. I'll be a freshman in the fall." Taylor made a sort of clucking sound, and laid back on her lounge chair.
Despite the odd start to the afternoon, the rest of the day went uneventfully. Taylor and I splashed around the pool and she even put me on her shoulders. I had a really fun day of swimming before I returned home. I didn't fail to notice, however, that Taylor's car was still there the next morning. After seeing Magda and Taylor kiss, I wondered if the two women had engaged in sex that night?
If anything, that afternoon at the pool had made me more anxious to get with Jill. As spring turned to summer, I began to feel the interest might be mutual. I noticed that Jill was sneaking little looks at me like I was doing with her.
One day, we were the last two to leave practice. Apparently, both of our mothers were running late in picking us up. With no one around, I worked up all of my courage and kissed Jill full on the lips. I felt like I was dreaming when Jill kissed me back. Suddenly, Jill stuttered, "I... c-c-can't." She then ran to the nearby parking lot to wait for her mother to drive up.
It would be an understatement to say that I was bewildered and disappointed. Had I read things wrong? I couldn't have, I thought, as Jill had kissed me back... albeit briefly.
My mother drove up minutes later. I needed to talk to someone, but I knew that I couldn't talk to my mom. At least not yet. I was afraid to let her know that I liked girls... thatI had always liked girls!
My immediate fear was that Jill's mother would be calling my mother claiming that I had tried to sexually molest her daughter. Thank God, the phone never rang. When I saw Jill the next day at soccer practice, she gave me a subtle wink during a skills drill.
I now knew that I was safe, but did that wink mean that Jill was interested? I was very confused.
I felt very grown up a couple of days later when my mom and dad announced that they were for the first time going to let me stay by myself for a few hours while they visited my mom's elderly aunt who had recently entered the hospital.
My mom's aunt lived in a city a couple of hours away from us. Even a short visit would take six- or seven-hours round trip. They had debated taking me, but they knew I would be bored and unhappy on the long car rides back and forth.
After a long discussion, they decided that since I had always been a good daughter, maintained good grades, and was trustworthy, they felt that I was responsible enough to stay by myself for a few hours. After all, I would soon be entering high school.
I waved as my parents drove off. My mother was nearly in tears as if she was abandoning me, rather than just going off for a few hours with my father. In the past, a visit like theirs would have meant a babysitter for me. I puffed out my modest chest, feeling quite grown up.
It was already hot that late morning. With nothing better to do, and no soccer practice scheduled that day, I went to the backyard to kick the soccer ball around. I guess I was being noisy again, as Magda soon peered over the fence, asking if I wanted to come over for a swim.
"Be sure to ask your mom," she counseled me. I froze. "My folks are gone for the day," I answered. I didn't know what to do. I had always been told that I had to ask for permission.
Magda could see my confusion and said, "I can't tell you what to do, `Peanut,' you're getting to be a big girl now." I quickly ran into the house to change into my bikini.
I later learned that Magda's mind was racing at the news that my parents were gone for the day. Based upon our many conversations poolside, and my former tomboy personae, she had correctly sensed that I was attracted to girls. Ever since I had recently started to blossom, she had wanted to get me alone, but never dreamed that there would be a time like today.
Hoping that I could talk to Magda about my predicament, I practically glided to her home. I didn't even bother to put a t-shirt over my red bikini. Magda seemed particularly animated as she greeted me by the pool. As I laid my towel and sunscreen on an empty chaise lounge, she brought hers closer to mine.
"'Peanut,' lay down. I'll put some sunscreen on you." For the first time, Magda removed her top, saying, "It's just us girls."
Since she had a corner lot, there were no prying neighbors to her right, and our house was on the left, where she knew that there was no one home. Magda hadn't put up her dark hair, and it draped almost down to her big boobs. I didn't even pretend to look away. Her tan-lined breasts were C or D cups to my inexperienced eyes, and her nipples and areolae were a light brown. I think I might have even gasped when she took off her bikini top.
The conversation quickly became frank as she rubbed the sunscreen on my back. "Magda, can I ask you some questions? I hope that you won't think I'm being rude." Magda answered, "I thought I was Ms. Bakos?" She asked playfully. "Not today," I strangely answered.
"This sounds serious, `Peanut.' Go ahead, ask away." I awkwardly laid it out, "Do you date women? Like that girl, Taylor, that was here. Do you like her that way?" Magda was more than a little surprised, but decided to answer truthfully: "Yes, honey. I date girls. I really hope that this won't make you dislike me. I've always tried to be discreet around you."
"No, no," I sputtered. "That's not why I'm asking." "Well, why then, `Peanut?'" I slowly began to unburden myself, "There's this older girl on my soccer team that I like, but I don't know if she likes me back." Magda was listening intently as she continued to rub on sunscreen as I laid on my stomach. I hadn't noticed, but she had moved from my lower back to my legs. She had never applied sunscreen to my legs before.
"Tell me more," Magda asked inquisitively. "Her name is Jill, and she's almost 15. She's blonde like me, and she's the prettiest girl on the team... Maybe the prettiest girl in the world," I added with more than a little hyperbole.
I then blurted out, "I kissed her and then she kissed me back, but then she ran away." She didn't tell anyone, and then she winked at me the next day. What does it all mean?" I was nearly in tears with confusion as I bared my soul to my next-door neighbor.
Magda's hands were now moving up between my inner thighs, nearly up to my pussy and butt cheeks as she continued to gently rub in the white liquid. I have to admit that Magda's soft hands felt really wonderful as my neighbor continued to counsel me.
"Well, you're getting to that age where a girl wants a boyfriend... or a girlfriend, so I can completely relate to your feelings. Do your parents know that you like a girl?" "God no," I quickly answered.
"Hmmm," Magda answered. "Jill may very well have feelings for you, but you're both really young, and she might have been scared by her feelings for you. Does that make sense?" I nodded my head. I was feeling good as Magda's hands continued to roam across my prone body, even briefly touching my butt cheeks beneath my red bikini bottoms.
"'Peanut,' how long have you had feelings for girls?" I hesitated for a second before replying, "As long as I can remember." Truthfully, I hadn't really had any sexual thoughts about girls or boys until the last few years. "Well," Magda continued, "I think you should talk to Jill further, but pick someplace private and safe for her. You don't want to scare her again before you know how she feels." Magda's advice made sense, and I was anxious to talk to Jill.
Magda had returned to massaging my back and shoulders when she asked, "Have you have had any experience with other girls?" I shook my head, no. "You're such a pretty girl, I'm surprised that you haven't been approached before. Even Taylor mentioned how beautiful that she thought you were."
I was flattered, and didn't notice that Magda was untying my bikini top. I jumped a little when I felt Magda's naked breasts "accidentally" rub against my bare back. "Oops," Magda said. "That didn't hurt, did it?" Magda asked laughingly. I shook my head no, and laid back down. Her active hands never left my slender, nearly-naked body.
Magda then pressed her big boobs deeply into my back, and whispered in my ear, "Have you ever thought of making love with me?" I gulped before eagerly nodding my head, yes. God knows how many times I had fantasized about the gigantic tits that were now boring into my back.
As I gave my answer, Magda's hands descended beneath me to my naked little breasts. Magda was now on top of me, her bikinied crotch humping my "bubble-butt" as she simultaneously felt me up. It was awesome! Magda's hands pinched my little nipples as she pushed into my athletic ass.
Just as suddenly as she started, she stopped. Getting off of me, Magda reached for my hand as she led me into her home. Reaching for my discarded bikini top, I tried to cover my budding 13-year-old boobs as I quickly followed her.
Entering through the sliding glass door in the back of the house, we knew that there would be no possibility of any nosy neighbors looking in. I was as nervous as I was sexually excited as Magda backed me up against a wall. I could feel my heart beating rapidly as Magda kissed me for the first time.
I was now of a similar height, and she didn't need to bend down to kiss me. I had never experienced such a wonderful feeling in my life, and I could almost feel myself floating off the ground from her tender kisses.
Other than my mom when I was little, and Jill for a couple of heady seconds, I had never been kissed on the lips by another girl or boy. I dropped my bikini top which I was using to try cover my little boobs. Magda's hands quickly descended upon my narrow chest, enthusiastically kneading and squeezing my A-cup breasts. I instinctively squirmed at her frenzied touch, and was even more astonished when she forced her tongue into my unsuspecting mouth.
Naturally, I had heard of French kissing, but I had never done it before, and I suspect I was probably very awkward at it initially. Magda was unrelenting. Her snake-like tongue twirled maniacally in my mouth.
Pressing her big breasts into my little ones, Magda forced me deeper into the wall. Her right hand searched for my red bikini bottoms. Finding her target, she plunged her hand beneath, and began to stroke and rub my pussy. I almost choked on her tongue as I gasped loudly as my virgin pussy lips were aggressively explored.
Magda was going a lot farther than I had anticipated. Not yet 14, I had expected some kissing, and maybe some boob-play. Magda's fingers were yet to penetrate me, but it seemed pretty clear that her expectations were to fuck me that day.
Moments later, my bikini bottoms joined my top on Magda's hallway floor. Still pressed against the wall, Magda took her tongue out of my mouth long enough to stop and step back to admire my youthful naked body in its entirety.
My sprouting breasts were kind of cone-shaped as they sometimes painfully emerged from my budding chest. My stomach was flat and hard, and my hips were slowly developing curves. A few silky strands of blonde pubic hair had recently appeared on my nether regions.
Magda looked like she was going to devour me whole as I was pressed against the hallway wall.
The lawyer added her own bikini bottoms to the pile on the hallway floor when she said, "Let's go upstairs, `Peanut.'" Magda's thick ass jiggled alluringly as she led me up the stairs.
Due to my parents' rules, I had only been inside Magda's house a couple of times. I had never gone above the first floor.
Magda's bedroom was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was all dark wood, and there were a variety of what I assumed were sex toys strewn around the room. Handcuffs, dildos, and strap-on's were among the items that I could identify. There was some sort of hanging contraption coming down from the ceiling. I didn't know what the heck that was! Completely naked, my fear level suddenly went through the roof and I began to tremble.
"Please don't hurt me," I pleaded. Magda gave me a reassuring kiss on the lips before she said, "I would never hurt you `Peanut,' we'll take things really slow and easy. If you're uncomfortable, tell me."
Lifting me beneath my long legs, Magda plopped me onto the bed. Sidling beside me, Magda began kissing, licking, and sucking on my little boobies and pink, erect nipples. I began to relax at Magda's gentle touch, now knowing that nothing would be inserted in me against my will.
Finally taking some initiative, I inquisitively squeezed and fondled Magda's big boobs. How many times had I dreamed about those knockers? Now I was actually touching them!
I felt as if I was having an out of body experience as Magda kissed and licked her way down my nubile body. Magda's big boobs rubbed across my slender frame as my next-door-neighbor made her way down to my virgin, 13-year-old pussy.
Magda's face was soon ensconced between my apprehensive thighs. Magda's well-manicured fingers probed and pulled on my sparse blonde pubes as I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I could feel a single finger entering my tight vagina. My whole body tensed up as Magda inserted one, then two fingers in and out of my pussy.
My legs twitched as the lawyer increased her speed and force. Just as quickly as Magda started, she stopped. Briefly kissing my inner thighs, her slippery tongue penetrated my pussy. Magda's skilled tongue performed oral tricks that I had never imagined.
My athletic core spasmed involuntarily as I experienced my first-ever climax. Funnily, my first thought was: "Does this mean I'm no longer a virgin?" I didn't know if being fucked by a tongue was equal to being fucked by a penis.
Magda was on top of me again. Her big breasts pressed into me as she inserted her lower body between my spread legs. I knew that this was a common position for boys with girls, but I didn't know that girls did it with girls.
I was still processing all of this information when Magda began to grind and thrust her mature lower body into my young pussy. I could feel my head and body rocking with each forceful thrust. Wrapping my arms around her suntanned back, I held on for dear life as Magda fucked me from what I would later learn was called the missionary position.
I was only 13-years-old, and I knew that there would be no going back from today. I knew that I wanted to fuck and be fucked by more girls, Jill chiefly among them. Not sure if I would ever be able to return to Magda's bed, I wanted to revel in every moment that we had together, as she skillfully introduced me to the limitless pleasures of lesbian love.
While Magda had a fetish for sex toys, she was hesitant to bring them into our sex play that day. She didn't want to scare me or accidentally cause me pain. Instead, she chose to fuck me "six ways to Sunday" while only using her experienced tongue and hands. It was heaven!
Laying on my stomach, Magda kissed and licked my long legs as she worked her way up to my "bubble-butt," which she squeezed playfully. Spreading my butt-cheeks, Magda nuzzled her face in close, again licking my young, nearly-hairless pussy. I could feel her nose rubbing against my anus, which caused me to giggle with surprise.
The surprise became magnified as she drilled my pink rectum with her spear-like tongue. I initially squirmed and panicked, but Magda held me in place by pressing me against the mattress by my well-developed butt cheeks. There was never any pain involved. I was simply scared by the unfamiliar sex act. I quickly calmed down and began to enjoy it, and other things that Magda would teach me that day.
Laying naked with Magda, I rested my blonde head on one of her pillowy breasts. My hand caressed her carefully-trimmed, dark-haired pussy. I didn't want to leave. I didn't ever want to leave! But Magda reminded me that neither of us knew when my parents would be returning.
Magda traced my hardened pink nipple with her finger before speaking: "That was wonderful, Peanut. I hope we can do it again someday, but we've got to be careful... Really careful."
I had come to Magda's home wearing only my red bikini. As it was now getting dark, and neither of us could risk a neighbor seeing me leaving Magda's house dressed only in bikini, I decided to jump the fence from her back yard to mine. Being an athlete, I was over the fence and into my house in seconds. I grabbed some fruit from the fridge, and quickly took a shower, lest Magda's scent be detected on my body.
I was sound asleep in my own little bed when my parents returned from their car trip. The next morning, both of my parents were pleased that my day had apparently gone uneventfully, and the house had remained in perfect order. I had proven myself responsible, and able to care for myself for short periods of time. I woke up to the smell of a full pancake breakfast the next morning as my reward.
I was told that Aunt Susan was doing better, but was nowhere near out of the woods at age 87. My mother cautioned me that she and my dad might have to leave again on very short notice.
I was now officially a confirmed, active lesbian when I next saw Jill at soccer practice. I asked her to meet me the next day at the high school soccer field. As it was still summer, I knew that we could be alone to talk.
As agreed, Jill arrived promptly on time. She was wearing a pink tank top and a small pair of white shorts. Her hair was parted in the middle, and was hanging straight down her back, rather than her normal ponytail. She looked absolutely gorgeous!
Despite having recently made love with a curvaceous, full-grown woman, I suddenly felt once again like that insecure, skinny tomboy as I stood next to Jill.
I started the conversation: "I'm sorry about the other day. I guess I misunderstood." My head was down, and I kicked the ground absently as I spoke. I really, really liked, Jill, and I certainly didn't want her to think badly of me.
I continued, "If you're not into me, that's cool. I'll never bother you that way again. Just, please don't rat me out." I looked into Jill's eyes searchingly.
Finally, she spoke: "Kimmie, I think you're really cute. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't interested in being with you, or whatever. I just don't know if I'm ready for all of that. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head. "I really enjoyed the kiss, though." Jill added. "Do you think we can do it again?" I smiled as we walked to a more secluded spot inside the high school campus. Hiding in the shadows, this time it was Jill who kissed me. She ran her hands through my blonde hair as our lips met rapturously for several minutes of bliss.
It was all over too soon, and we walked our separate ways to our homes.
The End
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