This is a true story, but all names except mine have been fictionalized. Please email with any questions (or pics, if you're a girl, gotta love those pics) or comments. My email is kisses69_love@yahoo.com . Please don't read this if you are younger than 18 or are offended by girl/girl sex. (Then again, why would you be here if you were offended by that? Never mind.) Anyway it starts out slow but it's a story of my adolescence which is going to be a series, better get the background story, right?
My first time with a girl was in high school. In high school I didn't have a lot of close friends, mainly because I was labeled as a "punk" and considered to be "weird". Actually, I was a pretty normal person, as are most people identified with the whole punk culture. But that's off the topic.
Anyway, I have been a lesbian my whole life. I didn't exactly understand it until about 8th grade. I was a pretty good looking girl, and was very popular until high school. I was at a big party, the first girl and boy party I'd been to where the parents weren't there with their Bibles in hand. In fact the parents weren't home at all. If we had been but two years older, we would have all been getting shitfaced, but that night the limit of debauchery was a game of truth-or-dare. Oooh! I know, scandalous, right? Don't worry. I do have a point to this.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I was dared to make out with the best-looking guy in the school. We were made to go in a closet and kiss there. While we were kissing, I felt strange. I should have been enjoying myself, but I wasn't. I felt no attraction to him at all. I broke away from him, mumbled something about being sorry, and ran out of the house. I sat down on a swingset in the backyard. I started sniffling a little bit. I was scared and confused. I felt so weird. Every girl in my grade was madly in lust with this guy. Why wasn't I? And why had I run away?
Suddenly someone called me from the house. It was "Jane" the girl whose party it was. She came running up to me. "What happened?" she asked, "did he try to go too far or something?" All I could mumble was no. She kept asking a million questions and somehow in the middle of all this wound up on her knees between my legs. This was a very innocent "I'm here, don't worry" type thing but it somehow got me very excited. I imagined kissing Jane and enjoying unlike kissing the boy. This only scared me further, and I went home early that night a very scared and lonely girl. I had heard about homosexuality, and at that point, in the late 80's/early 90's gay people were stigmatized as immoral people who carried a strange disease, which was at first called GRIDD and later HIV/AIDS. Could I be one of these people? What other explanation was there?
Two years passed, and my unwillingness to "give out" to boys had gained me a bad reputation (yeah, how does that work?) and I had only one close friend, Jessica. We were good friends, into the same music, clothes and ideas. She had no idea I often thought of her at night while I was rubbing myself to sleep. She was a beautiful girl, with deep dark eyes, long almost-black hair, a lovely smile, and a wonderful body. At age 16, she had already developed quite a bit, her breasts were a C cup at least, and she had a slim waist with a cute round butt. My breasts were around a B, but my hips had begun to widen a bit which led to the creation of my patented "sexy-walk". Anyway, both of us were constantly hounded by guys but we found them below us on the cool/mature charts, or so we thought that was the reason we both avoided boys. (Patience! The sex will come!)
Anyway, one night we were staying late at Jessica's house, listening to London Calling (by The Clash). We were talking about god-knows-what when suddenly her head pops up and she says "Holy shit, Kirsten, I'm gay."
I just didn't know what to do. I was so shocked that all I could think to do was laugh. This must have upset her because she jumped on top of me and started punching me in the arm. "Don't fucking laugh at me!" she shouted. I managed to grab her hand so she would stop hitting me.
I looked up at her face. "Me too, you dumb-ass dyke!" We didn't know what to do, we just sat there dumbfounded. Suddenly she leaned over and kissed me. I kissed back, a very innocent kiss with little tongue and no feeling around.
It ended with a kiss, for that night at least. We promised to have a sleep-over the next weekend to test out the full possibilities of our passion. Over the next week we had very little contact, a kiss or two behind closed doors and an instance in the locker room where I got a nice long look at her pussy. I was so excited by these quick encounters that I was desperate for release by the end of the week. I hadn't allowed myself to masturbate for the full 6 days, just so it would be that much better.
When I got to her house on Friday, I was very disappointed that her whole family was home, the whole time. We had to wait until everyone was asleep, but luckily for us once they were asleep we would be free to do as we pleased. They had a nicely furnished basement that was used for sleepovers, so we had no fear of being heard by the family 2 floors above us.
Finally at about 11 o clock the family got to bed. We were alone at last. We changed into our nighties as if nothing was different. We climbed onto the big pull-out bed, on our knees facing each other. We kissed, softly at first but gaining passion. Jessica put a hand into my nightie and cupped my asscheek. She rubbed her hand over it and between the two cheeks but not into the hole itself. I reached a hand under hers and placed my hand over a breast, gently massaging the nipple with my thumb. It stood erect, and I bent down to kiss it through the thin cotton nightie. She cooed softly and began lifting her nightie up over her head. I helped her get it off and resumed licking her now bare breast. She reached a hand down between my legs and began rubbing my pussy. I was so filled with pent-up lust that after only a couple minutes I had a huge orgasm. I fell to my back, moaning with pleasure as vibrations passed through me.
"I'm guessing you liked it," said Jessica as she crawled on top of me. Our breasts pressed together, we resumed kissing. After about a minute she got up and positioned her pussy on top of my face. I was kind of confused about what to do, but I knew the general idea of it from things I'd heard, and my knowledge of what I liked while masturbating. I hunted out her little nub, the pleasure center that had been such a good friend for a few years now. She gasped as I found it with my tongue, prodding it and drawing it closer to my mouth. She began to gyrate her hips as I began a steady motion with my tongue against her clit. For now, I was content with pleasuring her as she had pleasured me. She grabbed a handful of my brown hair, which excited me further as she pulled my face deeper into her pussy. "oh yes..." she moaned. I could tell she was close. I felt her pussy throb with her quickening pulse. She began pressing her crotch into my face, humping it if you will. She was getting really close and began moaning louder and louder. Suddenly she jerked and screamed and my mouth was flooded with her girl-cum. She collapsed onto the bed next to me, panting. "I love you..." she moaned.
But the night was not yet over. Keep looking back here for the continuation of that night and all the way into my senior year of high school. It's going to be great... my high school years were probably a lot more interesting than yours... no offense. Bye for now... Kirsten XXX ;-)