FRESHMAN CURIOUSITY 2
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)
My name is Kimmie Mahoney, but for years people have called me "Peanut." I had recently entered my freshman year at Packer High School. 7th and 8th grades had been transformative years for me. As my mother had put it, I had gone from a skinny tomboy to a beautiful, young teenager, about to turn 14.
While my mother was delighted that I was learning to embrace a more "girly" appearance, complete with well-coiffed, long blonde hair, painted nails, and more feminine clothes, if still mainly shorts and pants. Dresses were reserved for special days like Christmas and Easter, and worn begrudgingly.
What mom didn't know was that I had seemingly always harbored a secret sexual attraction for women and girls. A good daughter, and preoccupied with sports, I kept my feelings and desires deeply buried.
Things began to change in the summer following 8th grade. My body was rapidly developing, and it had noticeably caught the attention of my 36-year-old next-door neighbor, Magda Bakos, and her younger lover, Taylor Cullen. Additionally, I was smitten with my 15-year-old soccer team mate, Jill Simons.
I had brazenly kissed Jill one day after practice, and she had kind of freaked out. I was frightened that she would tell her mom... and eventually, my mom. I was relieved when nothing further transpired, and I was surprised the next day when Jill winked at me.
Confused as to Jill's meaning, I sought Magda's counsel one day when my parents went to visit my ill, aging aunt.
Magda's next-door swimming pool had been my sanctuary during the awkward, confusing times for me between 6th and 8th grades. For some time, I had suspected that Magda might be a lesbian, and it was later confirmed when I spied her kissing her pretty young lover, Taylor.
Asked to come over for a swim that afternoon, Magda was surprised to learn that my parents would be out of town for the day, and I would be staying by myself for the first time. Suddenly emboldened, I asked Magda about her sexual preference and relationship with Taylor. With everything out, I confessed my confusion with Jill.
Magda had an agenda of her own. Her seduction began by applying sunscreen to my slender, bikini-clad 13-year-old body. The gentle caresses led to her removing my bikini top, and groping my little titties from behind. Simultaneously, she humped my bubble-butt, before eventually leading me to her bedroom. Soon after, I became a newly-deflowered "baby lez," and was eager for more.
I arranged for Jill to meet me at the high school soccer field so that we could talk things out. I apologized for taking the liberty of kissing her, and Jill confessed that she liked me, but unsure of what to do. Encouragingly, we went off to a secluded area of the school grounds, and kissed passionately for several heavenly minutes before going our separate ways.
August arrived, which meant tryouts for the various spots on the girls' varsity and junior varsity soccer teams. Jill would be a sophomore when school started, while I would be a freshman. Jill had played on the JV team the previous year, and we were both anxious to play for the varsity team.
I had been selected all-region while on my club team, and coach Franklin, the Packer High head coach had scouted me and even designed a fitness regimen for me, which I scrupulously followed. I chuckled when I wondered to myself if sweaty lesbian sex with my older next-door neighbor constituted a form of physical fitness?
Coach Donna Franklin taught English as well as serving as head coach of the varsity girls' soccer team. Only 27 years old, which was young for a high school head coach, Donna Franklin had excelled as a scholarship soccer player at the University of Maryland, and had hopes of being selected for the US Women's National Team. A career-ending knee injury shattered her dreams. As a young head coach, she had quickly turned her high school team into a local power.
Many of the girls from my club team went to other local high schools, so it was mainly Jill and myself who began to focus on the Packer High tryouts.
The awkwardness from our initial kiss had worn off during the ensuing weeks of the summer, and Jill and I began preparing together for the impending week of tryouts.
Growing up a tomboy, I had always played primarily with boys, and never before had a female best friend. My mother, especially, embraced my relationship with the uber-feminine, Jill. A platinum blonde, Jill was about 5'2", while I was nearly 5'8", despite being a year younger.
Jill was not the natural athlete that I was, but she pushed herself hard. More important to me, I thought she was one of the prettiest girls that I had ever seen. I thought she looked a lot like the actress, Dove Cameron, and it pained me not to be able to kiss her whenever I wanted to, although we would still slip off together for infrequent, innocent "make out" sessions, which consisted mainly of closed-mouth kisses in secretive surroundings.
While I hadn't returned to Magda's bed, I had already been fucked in virtually every imaginable position by the experienced lesbian. I wondered how Jill might react to knowing that I had been anally sodomized by Magda's spear-like tongue?
I was physically well-prepared for the try-outs, and I could see my young coach smiling as my long legs helped me speed past some of the junior and senior girls scrimmaging opposite of me. I distributed the ball to my new team mates easily, and I fearlessly attacked the goal.
Working so closely with Jill had seemed to pay off for her too, and she played with a never-before-seen zest and intensity. As the squad enjoyed a well-earned water break, I stared blithely at Jill's smooth, well-proportioned legs as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Looking at me, she gave a subtle wink.
As I was sitting and staring at Jill, coach Franklin kneeled beside me and put her arm around my shoulder as she offered words of praise and encouragement. I felt a tingling sensation as the pretty, dark-haired coach wrapped her arm around my sweaty body.
The scariest part of the week for me was knowing that I would showering for the first time in front of other girls... more maturely developed girls.
It was hard to know where to look as the fit, high school girls began to undress in the locker room. There were girls of all races, hair colors, and heights between the ages of 13 and 18. As soccer players, all were lean. There was too much running for a heavyset girl to keep up.
Taking off my street clothes to put on my practice gear was one thing. But with day one of the tryouts now over, I would soon be completely nude and taking my first public shower. Being a "baby-lez," was even more frightening, and I feared that the slightest prolonged look might give me away.
As I pulled my tight, sports bra over my blonde, pony-tailed head, my diminutive A-cup breasts were now popped out on full display. I then tugged at my soccer shorts and panties. Conscious that I was one of the youngest girls in the locker room, I casually placed my white towel in front of my sparsely-haired blonde pubic area as I nervously walked to the showers.
There were naked boobs of all shapes and sizes suddenly before me. Many of the girls had their towels wrapped protectively around their waists as they walked to the showers. Several of the girls chattered excitedly about God knows what as they turned on the multitude of showerheads and began to soap up.
Removing the towels from their waists, I now saw am assemblage of mainly dark-haired, mostly untrimmed teenage pussies. I tried not to look in any one direction for more than a split-second. But for a young lesbian like myself, I couldn't have imagined a more exciting sight, and delighted in knowing that looking at naked teenage girls would be an almost daily occasion for me!
Across the steamy shower area, I noticed Jill's familiar shoulders and platinum-blonde hair under a showerhead. Her naked, muscular ass was facing my way, and it was glistening from the clear water. I wanted to run up and squeeze both of her magnificent butt cheeks. Then suddenly, she turned in my direction. Her perky, upturned breasts were at last revealed to me, as was her more mature, blonde pubic area which was lathered with soap.
I quickly diverted my eyes and finished my shower. My eyes were now focused on the floor as I exited the shower area and hurriedly dressed.
My mother was waiting for me in the parking lot as Jill and I walked out together from the locker room. "How did it go, girls?" My mother asked with genuine interest. Jill answered, "Kimmie tore it up today, Mrs. Mahoney." I could see my mother beaming. I quickly added, "Jill had a great practice, too."
My mom smiled at my best friend and asked, "Jill, honey, do you need a ride home?" "No thanks," Jill answered. "I'm sure my mom will be here any minute." I stepped into my mom's car, and began to mentally prepare myself for another day of tryouts.
By the middle of the week it was clear that both Jill and I would made the varsity squad, and I was teamed mainly with the returning starters.
The first week of school coincided with my 14th birthday. Jill had turned 15 over the summer. The varsity roster had been publicly posted in the gymnasium, and I was instantly a quasi-celebrity for making the varsity squad as a freshman.
Classmates who hadn't seen me over the summer seemed surprised by my height and newfound feminine appearance. Boys who once been my sports playmates congratulated me for making the varsity team. Some used it as a pretense to see if I might be interested in "hooking up," whatever they meant by that. They surely weren't "getting any."
My mother asked what I would like to do for my birthday? I excitedly suggested a slumber party. I had never hosted one, or even attended one before. My mother, expecting that I would want to invite five or six girls, was a little surprised and disappointed when I told her that I only wanted to invite Jill for my birthday.
My mom silently recognized that my transformation to a "normal" teenage girl would take some more time.
Jill arrived at the appointed, time just before dinner. She was dressed, like me, in a tank top and shorts on the hot September day. Jill was carrying a small overnight bag in one hand, and a sleeping bag in the other. Unlike me, Jill was an old hand at girl's sleepovers.
I wanted to kiss her full on the lips as I opened the door, but settled for the normal hug of two friends. Mom hovered over us before we sat down for dinner. A chocolate birthday cake with 14 candles was brought out, and Jill and my parents sang Happy Birthday as I blew out the candles.
As a present, Jill gave me a friendship bracelet with a soccer ball charm. Even my mother gushed that it was the cutest thing that she had ever seen.
Jill and I stayed up watching movies and eating popcorn until around midnight. My parents made themselves scarce, and we eventually quietly went upstairs to my bedroom.
My bedroom was on the opposite end of the hallway from my parents' room. They had always been good about respecting my privacy, and I knew that Jill and I wouldn't be barged in upon, but I locked the door anyway.
Pulling out my desk chair, I sat down and patted my thighs for Jill to join me. Jill giggled as she straddled her way onto my lap. Her tiny shorts made the process easier. She was soon facing me with her arms wrapped around my neck as I bent forward to kiss her. Jill turned her face as I leaned in, whispering anxiously, "What if we get caught?"
I put my index finger on Jill's lips and quietly said, "No one is coming in here." Gently grabbling Jill's blonde ponytail, I pressed her 15-year-old lips into mine. On the few occasions that we'd kissed, it had usually been hurried and hidden in the shadows.
This time, the kisses were long and passionate. Our hands combed through each other's blonde hair as we excitedly "sucked face." We had only ever before kissed, but now my hands lifted Jill's tank top up towards her neck. Her white bra was soft, and my impatient hands began to explore Jill's bra-covered boobies.
My heart was racing, and Jill's tongue was now dancing with mine as I excitedly felt Jill up. Reaching upwards beneath Jill's padded bra, I soon found my twin prizes and groped them lustily.
Jill soon unclasped her bra as I struggled to take off my tank top and bra as Jill continued to sit on my lap. With a stout hug, I brought our two pairs of teenage breasts together. Jill's long-sought-after naked skin felt as soft as butter as I rubbed my pink-nippled, A-cup breasts frenziedly against Jill's slightly larger boobs. My sophomore friend looked at me in astonishment as I boldly took charge of our sexual dalliance.
Nearly six-inches taller than Jill, I easily lifted her off of my lap and stood her one the floor. We were now dressed only in shorts and athletic shoes. Jill defensively tried to hide her petite boobs with her arm as she awaited my next move.
I was quickly naked, and nodded towards my small, single bed. Jill began to warily undress as I looked out my window which faced Magda's house. Though it was past midnight, her bedroom light was on. I wondered if she had company in her bed?
After numerous showers following soccer practice, I was now well-familiar with Jill's naked body, and each day that I hadn't been able to touch it had been pure torture for me. Jill was now lying gloriously nude on my little bed, but looking more than a little nervous. We had laid out her sleeping bag and rumpled it for appearance-sake.
Jill looked up from the bed. She was now trembling noticeably. She later said that my face began to change as I lowered my body towards her. My hands continued to greedily fondle her little boobs as I kissed her mouth. Squeezing Jill's boobs together, I began to hungrily suck and pull on them, which caused Jill to stifle her giggles with her hand.
Remembering what I had learned from Magda, I kissed and licked my way down Jill's 15-year-old body. Jill had closed her eyes, but now opened them and looked up as I popped my head up between her alabaster legs. Frightened, Jill reflexively closed her thighs against my face as she quietly sputtered, "I don't know if we should be doing this." Her head was on a swivel as if the local SWAT team would soon be breaking down my bedroom door to catch us in the act.
Undeterred, I softly kissed Jill's quivering inner thighs, as Magda had done with me. I was intrigued by Jill's more grown-up pubic patch. I rubbed it with my hand. It was as soft as a baby kitten, but darker than the platinum hair on Jill's head.
I parted Jill's lower lips with my fingers in search of her clit. Magda had given me a crash course on the sensitive parts of the female anatomy, and I was more than anxious to put my new knowledge to the test.
Finding the "little man in the boat," I gave Jill's pristine clitoris a long, hard lick. Jill nearly jumped off of the bed as her sex organs were stimulated for the first time. Her reaction scared me too, as she covered her mouth to stifle a scream.
I whisperingly shushed her, so as not to attract the curiosity of my parents who were probably sound asleep and a long hallway away. Jill later laughingly described what happened next as a "hungry lioness then attacked my pussy."
I can only imagine my facial expression and my blonde ponytail furiously shaking in all directions after many months' worth of pent-up sexual desire for Jill was released on her virgin pussy as it was devoured by me. My impatient fingers soon joined the fray as Jill quickly experienced her first orgasm.
Jill's whole core seemed to spasm, and I could see her athletic stomach muscles tighten as she spasmodically climaxed. She begged me to stop so that she could catch her breath and perhaps come to terms with what had unexpectedly just happened.
I sidled up to Jill and kissed her smiling lips. "Where did you learn all of that?" She asked. I would leave the answer for perhaps another day.
As Jill laid flat on the bed, I straddled her face. Jill had never before licked a pussy. Now, mine was only inches from her mouth.
While touching my sparse, blonde pubic hair with her finger, Jill hesitantly extended her tongue towards my pussy. I felt every inch of my body begin to tingle as my teenage crush began to lick my pussy. While I'm sure that Jill wasn't initially as skilled in the art of cunnilingus as Magda, I was falling in love with Jill, and I had dreamed of a night like this for the better part of a year.
Quietly, we made love for another hour or two. I don't even know how long. I then suggested that we both put our pajamas back on, and Jill crawled into her sleeping bag... just in case.
Dad was pleased at our appetites the next morning as he prepared his famous cinnamon French toast. I explained that the hours of soccer practice had made us hungry.
A couple of weeks later we received the news that my mother's aunt had passed away. The news wasn't unexpected but was sad anyway. Knowing that I was now immersed in school and the soccer team, my parents gave me the choice to attend school or the funeral.
Perhaps selfishly, I chose school and the soccer team. My mother didn't look happy with my decision, but didn't say anything.
The Mass and funeral were scheduled for Friday. Mom and dad decided to leave on Thursday after he returned from work. They would come back some time on Saturday, so I would really only be by myself for all of Friday. Parker High was in easy walking distance from our home, so getting back and forth would be easy.
Walking home from practice on Wednesday afternoon, I briefly stopped to talk to Magda who was in her garden. "My aunt died," I said to Magda who was familiar with the situation. "I'm sorry, Peanut," Magda replied genuinely. Her big boobs were nearly spilling out of her low-cut top as she pruned her flowers.
I continued, "My folks are going to be gone all of Friday and into Saturday," Magda suddenly perked up. "Maybe you can stop by after school on Friday to say hi." I began to imagine Magda's head between my athletic thighs. "Sounds good," I said with a knowing smile as I walked next door to my house.
I thought that soccer practice would never end on Friday. I hustled to shower and dress, and practically ran the short distance to my home. Casting off my book bag, and sports bag with my soccer gear, I checked my appearance in my mirror and adjusted my little boobs before running next door to see Magda.
I could see Magda's eyes surreptitiously scouring up and down the street for any nosy neighbors before she admitted me indoors. Closing the door, Magda lifted me into the air. I wrapped my long legs around Magda's hips as we kissed with a pent-up fervor.
My 36-year-old neighbor obviously knew nothing about my secret relationship with my soccer team mate, Jill. She only knew that she hadn't been able to fuck me since the one time that we had done it over the summer.
I didn't really stop to consider if I was cheating on Jill. I could only think of feasting on Magda's big boobs for a second time.
I could feel Magda's bra straps as my hands roamed along her back. Suddenly, Magda stopped kissing me and jealously looked directly into my blue eyes. "Who's that pretty little blonde girl I've been seeing you with?"
I'm sure I turned a bright shade of red as I answered, "Her name's Jill. She's on my soccer team." Magda clutched my butt cheeks firmly as I straddled her. "I'd like to meet her sometime," Magda said. It was very clear that she was anxious to fuck both of us! "It's not like that," I lied.
Magda let the subject drop and suggested that we go upstairs, "To continue my education," she said with a leering grin.
I started removing my clothes as I bounded up the stairs to Magda's bedroom. Opening the door, with my sexy, older next-door-neighbor behind me, I was startled to find that we were not alone.
I let out an alarmed gasp when I saw Taylor. The young law intern was completely naked, and her legs were spread wide. She was suspended off the ground in some sort of black, swing-like sex contraption. "Hiya, Peanut," Taylor said as she rubbed her clean-shaven pussy.
"What the hell is Magda into?" I silently asked myself. Just then Magda placed her strong hands on my small, bra-covered boobies. It seemed like I jumped a foot off of the ground in fright.
"Relax, Peanut, it's all in fun," Magda said reassuringly as she unhooked my bra. Wearing only panties, Taylor motioned for me to come towards her. Taylor was really beautiful. Slender like me, she had beautiful brown shoulder-length hair and uniquely upturned boobs.
As I approached Taylor, who was immobile below her waist in the sex swing, she reached eagerly for my A-cup tits, and began to pinch and pull on my pink nipples while encouraging me to lean down and kiss her lips and play with her boobs.
Meanwhile, Magda was undressing from her lawyerly business suit, and unknown to me was buckling up a strap-on with a thick, black dildo. I was busily preoccupied with Taylor when her eyes shifted away from me.
With Taylor's slender legs spread wide, Magda began to force the big dildo into Taylor's cunt. Taylor seemed to take the insertion easily while I looked on in amazement and a certain amount of horror as Magda pounded her young law colleague, seemingly painfully, with the large dildo, causing the swing to move with each powerful thrust.
Wham! Wham! Magda mercilessly pounded the young interns pussy to Taylor's apparent delight. Not knowing what else to do, but somehow wanting to participate, I leaned over Taylor from behind and began to kiss her neck while I fondled her grown-up B-cup breasts. I admired Taylor's smooth skin and lack of tan-lines, knowing that she sunbathed topless in Magda's backyard pool.
Taylor was beginning to develop beads of sweat as Magda continued her physical assault with the black dildo. Asking me to now move to her side, Taylor's hand found its way beneath my cotton bikini panties. Two long fingers penetrated my little pussy, and began to vigorously thrust in and out. I reflexively bent over as Taylor furiously finger-fucked me.
With one loud groan, Taylor semi-collapsed from her orgasm. For a few moments, all of the energy seemed to be drained from her body. Her motionless fingers remained inside me as I was concerned for Taylor's welfare.
Regaining her composure, Taylor asked me to move closer so that she could lick and squeeze my 14-year-old tits.
Magda had other plans for me. Removing the black strap-on, Magda said, "Your turn, Peanut." I looked back at her in fright. I most certainly didn't want that big dildo rammed into my pussy. I knew I wasn't ready for anything like that.
I was relieved to learn that Magda wanted me to use the strap-on with Taylor. Taylor enthusiastically agreed.
Walking to Magda, she quickly lowered my white panties to the ground. "What a pretty little pussy," Taylor exclaimed. In response, Magda began to stroke my blonde pubes, which, much to my pride, were continuing to fill in.
Putting on the strap-on was awkward, but Magda helped me with the various straps and buckles as Taylor remained suspended in the sex swing, visually admiring my slender, naked body.
Magda said that the strap-on really highlighted the features of my young, bubble-butt, and she couldn't seem to keep her hands off of it, aggressively pawing my backside, and running her fingers between my long, slender legs.
I was now ready as I faced Taylor. Magda surprised me by adjusting Taylor's harness so that her anus was now the target of my strap-on dildo. I hesitated. I couldn't imagine how Taylor's little butthole could possibly take the large dildo.
Pressing her boobs into my back, Magda reached around me and began to apply fresh lube to the dildo. I imagined that I was a boy being jacked off as Magda enthusiastically applied the lube with her right hand before cleaning her hand with a towel.
I looked at Taylor. Her pink anus was positioned at the appropriate height for me. "Go ahead. Fuck me, Peanut," were all of the words that I needed to hear. I received additional words of encouragement as I slowly forced the large dildo into Taylor's anticipating rectum. Magda's eager hands were now roughly clutching my little boobs as I forcibly worked the dildo in and out of Taylor's asshole. Taylor was gritting her teeth in obvious pain, but seemed to be enjoying every hard thrust coming from my pelvis. Magda had pressed her crotch into my athletic ass, and was adding force with each push.
Finally, Taylor was released from the sex swing. Her lower body was understandably weak, and Magda and I helped the law intern onto Magda's large bed.
After a few moments of recovery, I was now the target of Magda and Taylor's affections as they jockeyed for my blonde pussy. Taylor got there first, and positioned her eager face between my legs. Magda used a towel to wipe off some excess lube from between Taylor's tan butt cheeks before she contented herself by licking and fondling my little boobs.
My hands clutched the bedclothes as Taylor's tongue bored into my young pussy. Suddenly, my iPhone began to ring, repeating the notification, "Mom." I nearly freaked as I reached for the phone.
Naked, with two grown women having their sexual way with me, I tried my best to pretend that I was alone, and tried to have a normal conversation with my mother: "Hi. How was the funeral?" Magda's fingers were circling my nipples as I tried to listen to my mom describe the funeral. "I'm fine. I haven't thought about dinner yet." Taylor's tongue was now slathering my 14-year-old pussy. "Yeah, I'll check the fridge. Say hi to dad. Bye."
As soon as I hit the red button to hang up the phone, the three of us burst into spontaneous laughter as we continued our lesbian threesome.
69'ing with Magda, we were happy gobbling on each other's pussies when Taylor reached over my bubble-butt and began to heatedly rim my pink anus with her tongue. I was in heaven as I made love with the two beautiful women.
Knowing that there would be no further phone calls from my mom, I spent the night with Magda and Taylor. I snuck back home before it was light.
Returning to school on Monday morning Jill could sense that something was different with me. I tried to explain it away as feeling guilty for not attending my aunt's funeral and worrying that I had hurt my mother by not joining my parents.
Jill gave me a friendly hug before we walked to our respective classes. I wondered when I would next be able to lure Jill into bed?
The End.
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