Sweet Sixteen

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SWEET SIXTEEN - a lesbian romance (ff, high school, romance)

Stephanie came out in the second term of Grade 11. Mrs. Dunn, the English teacher, was handing back essays she had marked. Stephanie had obviously not done well. "A poor effort, Miss Welling," she said, addressing Stephanie formally, as she did with all the students. "Perhaps you should spend more time on your studies, and less time on your boyfriend and clothes" We all knew that Mrs. Dunn was old-fashioned, and her stereotypic view of teenage girls surprised no one, but Stephanie's answer left her speechless. "I don't care about clothes, Mrs. Dunn," she said, "and I don't have a boyfriend as I'm a lesbian" The room went silent, until a somewhat red Mrs. Dunn, continued handing out the papers, without mentioning what Stephanie had just said.

I don't think that anyone in the class had known of Stephanie's sexual orientation, but no one was really surprised that she had come out with it as she did - Stephanie was always one who spoke her mind, and didn't seem to care what people thought. Over the next few days, it was interesting to see how everyone reacted. Some of the boys distanced themselves from her, and could be heard to make crude jokes when Stephanie was not within earshot. The "cool" girls - the ones with a different boyfriend each week, the smokers - also distanced themselves, not really knowing how to react. Much of the class didn't treat her any differently. One girl, Amy, seemed to want to talk to Stephanie about what she'd said, and it was apparent to an observer like me, that from the way Amy looked at Stephanie, she was a little excited by the revelation. As for me, Janet, well I had no opinion. Who would listen, anyway? I was the shy, nerdy girl, who always had her head in a book. Too short, too young (I was still 16, having skipped grade 3, while the others in my class were already 17), glasses that made me look like a librarian, split ends on my shoulder-length black hair, small breasts, and chunky ankles, that made me never want to wear a dress or skirt.

Stephanie and I were not friends. I mean, we'd say "Hi", but we had never had a long conversation. Her main friends were Angela and Jon, who didn't seem to know before that Stephanie liked girls, but didn't seem to care either. Stephanie was not pretty, but she had a nice face, with dark brown hair cut round at forehead length, a slightly too-long nose, and a small chin, that made her mouth prominent on her face.

I don't think anything would have happened if I hadn't had my head in a book, as I rounded the corner in the main corridor one day, and walked straight into Stephanie. The book flew out of my hand, and I fell to the floor, slightly dazed. "Are you okay?" Stephanie said, her extra height having ensured that she wasn't hurt herself. "Yes, I think so," I replied. "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn't have been reading" "It must be a good book," Stephanie said, as she retrieved my copy of 'The Sun Also Rises' "It is, " I said, "it was a bit annoying at the start, but now I can't put it down." "Do you think I could borrow it when you're done?" Stephanie asked. "I know I should read more, but I never know what to read" "Sure," I said, "It will only take me a couple of days to finish it. I read fast" "Great," she said, and we parted.

The weekend intervened, but on Monday, being already 200 pages into my next book, I passed the Hemingway on to Stephanie. To my surprise, the next Monday she returned it. "That was fantastic," she said. "especially after they all go to Spain. You know, if I read more, I'd probably be better at English." "Yes," I agreed, "the more you read, the more things like grammar will get easier" "I think I'm too far behind with the basics to catch up there," Stephanie said. "It's not that hard if you remember a few rules," I said. "Would you like me to help you with it?" "Oh yes, that would be wonderful," Stephanie said. "And perhaps you could loan me another book"

The one consolation you have, when you are the class nerd, is when people need your help, and I had a bit of the teaching instinct in me. So it really was a pleasure for me to stay after school a couple of days a week, and sit in the library explaining things to Stephanie. We soon moved from English to Math, Physics and other subjects, and once a week or so, I would bring another book from my parents extensive collection for her to read. Of course, our new friendship didn't escape notice at school, and Andrew's whispered "Has she got into your panties yet?" earned him my most scornful look.

Spring Break was approaching. Stephanie surprised everyone by getting an 86 in our last Math exam, and she couldn't thank me enough. "Please come for supper one day, I'd like my parents to meet you," she said. I thought nothing would come of it, but three days into Spring Break, she phoned and invited me for that evening.. Her parents were very pleasant, and told me how nice it was for them that Stephanie had become friends with such a bright girl. I replied modestly, but deep inside was pleased. After dinner Stephanie showed me her room - a typical girl's room, except for the large poster of Gwynneth Paltrow over her bed. She noticed me looking at it. "A girl's allowed to dream, isn't she?" she said. I just grinned, not knowing what to say. By the end of the evening, we'd arranged to go to the movies the next evening. Stephanie said she'd ask Angela and Jon, who were now a couple, to come along. It was a really nice evening. The movie was good, and I enjoyed the talking and gossiping in the coffee shop afterwards. Jon and Angela left us their, and Stephanie and I sat for another half-hour chatting. Then she drove me home. "I'm almost finished 'Chrome Yellow'", she said. "Could I stop round tomorrow and get another book?" "Okay, I'll be home in the afternoon," I said.

My mother was at home when Stephanie arrived the next day. She knew all about her from me, except for the lesbian thing. Stephanie was totally bowled over by the number of books we had. She looked through them, picking up ones that seemed interesting, and asking me what I thought of them. Eventually, she settled for two books. "This will keep me going for a little while," she said. Then she turned to me. "Janet, is there somewhere private we can talk?" "Sure," I said, feeling curious, "we can go up to my room" When we got there, she looked around at yet more books, and then became more serious. "Janet, you know that I am into girls, rather than boys, don't you." I nodded. "Well, how shall I put this....I've got the most enormous crush on you, and I wondered if you'd go out with me, you know, on a date" I looked down, as my heart pounded in my chest. "I don't know what to say," I mumbled. "How about 'yes'?" she said, forcing a grin from me. She continued. "Janet, I think you are the loveliest and coolest girl I've ever met" "Cool? Me?" I said. "Yes, Janet. I think it's very cool that you're so bright, and that you read, and that you like to help others. And I could look at you all day. I find you adorable." No one had ever said things like that to me before. I'd never thought that someone could be attracted to me in that way. It wasn't part of how I saw myself. Neither was dating a girl. "I don't know, Stephanie," I said. "I do like you, very much, but I'm not sure if I can like you that way." "You won't know till you try. Please, Janet. You don't know how hard it's been for me to say this to you." "Can I think about it?" I asked. "You could, but I'll be miserable until I hear from you. Please... just one date. Let me take you out for dinner. There's a really nice French restaurant I know. Please let me take you there as my girlfriend, even if it's only one time." As her girlfriend. It sounded strange. But I felt myself unable to refuse her request, and make her so unhappy. I'd never been on a date before. I'd made out once with a boy at a party - just kissing - but he hadn't asked me out. "I'm not sure about this, Stephanie," I said, but she could sense the wavering in my voice, and pressed her case. "Janet, I think of you day and night. I know this could work." "I don't know how you are so confident," I said. "Because we're good together. We're relaxed around each other, we like each other. I've never been so happy as when I'm with you. Don't you feel the same way a little bit?" I had to confess that I felt as if I'd come out of a rut since we became friends. I'd been too much in my own shell before that. "I suppose, thinking about it, becoming friends with you has been good for me," I said. "So is that a 'yes'?" she asked. I had to smile at her persistence. "I guess so. When did you want to do this?" "I already have reservations for Friday at 7:30," she grinned. "I'll pick you up at 7:00" "How did you know I'd say 'yes'?" I asked. "I didn't," she said. "I just hoped." "Well, I might regret this, but see you Friday," I said. "You won't regret it. I promise," she replied. "Oh, and don't call me. I won't be answering my phone. I don't want to give you a chance to change your mind!"

Friday was only two days away. I'm only going out for supper, I said to myself, but I couldn't fool myself. I had agreed that this would be a date, and, well, I just wanted to look nice for it. I found myself pondering what to wear, and even went to the hairdresser - not my favorite place - on Friday morning. She arrived at seven, and after a quick chat to my Mum, we left. "You look lovely," she said as we walked to her car. She opened my door and saw me in. I liked that - no one ever did that for me. The restaurant was very good. We had a great meal, and shared a half-bottle of wine. We talked about everything and nothing. She insisted on paying. "After all, I did ask you out," she said. We sipped our coffee, and then she said, "How about we walk off the meal?" "Okay," I said, and we left. She drove to the large park. It was getting dark, and there were a few people still sitting around, finishing picnics, or just walking. We walked and talked, and I felt so relaxed. Stephanie was so easy to get along with, and I liked the way she was so interested and enthusiastic about everything. We had wandered away from the busy area, when she took my hand. I was startled, but remembered that we were there as girlfriends, at least for today, and it did feel quite nice. So we walked hand in hand. I kept looking around, but there was nobody in sight, so I relaxed, and enjoyed the touch of her palm on mine. It didn't feel sexual, just friendly. We came to a small bridge across a stream, and leaned over, watching the water. Stephanie had let go of my hand, but slipped an arm around my waist. I felt my heart starting to pound in my chest. "I love the sound of flowing water," she said. "Me too." I replied. I felt her move, and looked up at her. Her head was close, as she moved in to kiss me. I felt dizzy and panicky, and pulled away, running to the other side of the bridge. I was gasping for air, but slowly regained my composure. When I turned around, she was close by. "I'm sorry," she said. "No, I'm sorry," I replied. "I just don't think I'm ready yet" "I'll wait for you, Janet," she said, "as long as it takes"

We walked back through the park to her car. I felt bad for having upset her. I took her hand, and she gave me a smile that mixed warmth with relief, and she squeezed my hand tight. We drove back to my place. "Thank you so much," I said, as we sat in the car outside my house. "I really had a good time" "So did I," Stephanie replied. "I mean it, " I said. "I really like being with you. I'm just not sure, you know, about the other..." I hesitated, the continued. "But I would like to do this again. I mean, go on a date with you. If you want to." "Of course I want to," Stephanie said. "I'm going shopping for clothes tomorrow. Would you come with me?" "Sounds great," I said. "I'll come over to your place in the afternoon."

So we spent the next afternoon shopping. At least, Stephanie shopped, and I watched her. I began noticing things about her that I'd never paid attention to before. How shiny her hair was, how her eyes twinkled as she smiled, how her lower lip would contract slightly as she was thinking about something. We got back to her place, and sat in her room. I wasn't sure if going shopping with her had counted as a date. "Thanks, Janet," she said. "I wouldn't have bought that blue sweater if you hadn't been there." "I don't know why," I replied," it looks fabulous on you." "Look, I know you need time," she said, seriously, "but I'm going to go crazy if I can't at least hug you." I thought for a moment, and then said "A hug sounds nice." We stood up, and she put her arms around me. I rested my head on her shoulder. It felt nice, especially when her hand began to stroke my hair. A thousand thoughts went through my head. It was nice to be held by someone who cared for me, someone who I was feeling more for each day. And yet, I knew that I liked boys. I'd had a real crush on Paul, a guy in the year above mine, although I doubt if he knew I existed. Was I sexually attracted to Stephanie? A week ago, I would have said no, but now I just didn't know. There was something exciting about holding her hand in the park, or being in her arms now.

She wanted to see me again the next day, but I said no. I didn't want my parents asking awkward questions. Stephanie told me that her parents knew she was a lesbian, and assumed I was her girlfriend. We met up again on the Tuesday afternoon, having spoken on the phone in the intervening days. We decided to go to a movie. Stephanie told me to choose one, and I picked an Italian romantic comedy. "I hope you don't mind subtitles," I said. She said it was fine. We met outside the movie theatre, and went in. This time I insisted on paying. There weren't many people at the matinee showing. Stephanie led us to seats near the back, on one side. As soon as the lights were dimmed, she took my hand. Our hands were soon sweaty, but it felt nice as she intertwined her fingers with mine. About a half-hour into the movie, she suddenly lifted my hand to her face, and began kissing the back of my hand. Her lips were soft as they lightly brushed over the skin, then I felt her tongue, warm and wet, join in. I found it hard to concentrate on the movie, as my mind kept following the path of her mouth on my hand. This path led to my fingers, and I gasped as she took my middle finger into her mouth. The tip of my finger was pressed against her tongue, and a wave of arousal shot through me. If we hadn't been in a public place, I don't know if I would have stopped her, but I was still too nervous about the whole physical side, and I pulled my hand away. "Sorry," she whispered, "are you mad at me?" "No, "I whispered back, "that felt really nice. Too nice. I just can't do that sort of thing here." She seemed happy with that reply, and contented herself with holding my hand for the rest of the movie. She drove me home. "Can I come in for a hug?" she asked. I nodded agreement. In my room, we held each other, but she didn't try anything more than that. Stephanie was going away with her parents for four days, and we arranged to meet on Sunday afternoon, the day before school began again. There was an exhibition I wanted to see at the Art Gallery. She had never been to a Gallery before. "You're showing me a world - books and art - that I never knew before," she said, and I guess she was right.

I had four days to think about things. There was nobody that I could speak to, to ask advice. Just me and my diary, where I made long entries. I had already told her that I didn't want anyone at school to know what had happened. But what if someone did find out? What if someone saw us together? What if my parents began to suspect? But was there really anything to find out? Was there anything beyond friendship? The holding hands, and even the hugs, could be signs of friendship. Her kissing my hand was more overtly sexual, but I had put a stop to that. I could back out now, and say there had never been any kind of romantic relationship. Was that what I wanted? I didn't know. But there was also another thing causing me to worry. What if she tired of me? What if she got fed up with my pushing her away, and just decided it was too much effort to woo me? What if she stopped looking at me with desire in her eyes, a look I'd never seen in anyone else's eyes before? This, in those next few days, became my greatest fear.

The afternoon at the Art Gallery was wonderful. I explained to her what we were looking at, and she soaked it all up. They had a tea shop there, where we sat after viewing the exhibition. "Janet, will you help me with school work again?" Stephanie asked. "Of course I will," I replied. "Could we go to my house, instead of staying at school, for it?" she continued. "Okay, I think I'd also prefer that." I said. "But perhaps it's best we don't leave together." It was arranged that I would spend an hour with her three times a week. I could tell my parents that I was tutoring someone at school. We went back to my house, and sat in my room. My parents were out, but were returning for supper. They had already been through the 'you've got school tomorrow' routine. I thought it best that Stephanie left before they got home, but we still had a little while. We held hands and talked, both of us a little subdued at the thought of returning to school the next day. "I wish we could have Spring Break over again," Stephanie said. "Me too, " I said. "I really think that these have been the best two weeks of my life." "For me too," she said quietly. There was a silence for a minute, and we looked at each other. "I missed you terribly while you were gone," I said. A wave of emotion came over me. I pulled her to me, and held her. Her arms wrapped around me and we hugged, closer than we had before, our cheeks pressing together. I pulled back a little. Our faces were close together. She instinctively turned her face slightly, moving closer, but then stopped. I saw the longing in her eyes, and felt my own need. "It's okay, Stephanie," I whispered. "Just do it before my courage fails me." She pressed her lips gently against mine. They were soft and warm, and she smelled so good. She must have been scared that I would back out again, for she broke the kiss after about 5 seconds. I stood up, feeling myself flush. I didn't know what to say. I had previously wondered if I would find it disgusting if it happened, but it had been gentle and loving. "I guess you'd better get going," I said softly. Stephanie stood up. "Okay," she said, "but can I kiss you once more before I go? Otherwise I'll think I only dreamed it." I nodded my agreement, and she moved over to me. I turned my face up to meet her mouth. The kiss was more moist than the first one, still soft, but more arousing. It lasted longer also, perhaps fifteen seconds. We said hurried goodbyes, and she left.

I was alone with my thoughts until my parents got home. I looked in the mirror. Still the same Janet there. But there was no pretending that it was just friendship now. A girl had announced in class that she was a lesbian, and a month later, I had let her kiss me. Stephanie had asked me out, wanted me to be her girlfriend - well now I was. And I knew that she had not forced the kiss on me. At that moment, I had wanted it, needed it. I could still feel the taste of her on my lips. I knew that I was traveling into the unknown, unsure of where this was leading, and how far down this road I really wanted to go.

School felt different. I wasn't quite the same nerdy girl as I was before Easter. I felt more relaxed, except when I thought of being found out. Stephanie and I more or less avoided each other, afraid that someone would read the looks between us. We didn't share all classes, which made it easier. Most of the teachers were easy on us, on the first day back, but the Math teacher gave us homework. After school, I went, as arranged, to Stephanie's house. She had got there first. Her Mum greeted me with a twinkle in her eye. "Steph's up in her room," she said. Stephanie greeted me with a hug, and planted a kiss on my lips. "We have to do the Math," I said. "I only have an hour, but maybe we can finish it sooner." I was determined that she should do her own homework, with my help, but we still finished in 40 minutes. We put our books away. Stephanie sat on her bed. "Thank you," she said. "Now come and sit here." I sat next to her on the bed. "Now take off your glasses," she said. "But I can't see much without them," I protested. "You don't need to see, just to feel. Anyway, you're so much prettier without them." There was no arguing with her. I took my glasses off. Her face became a blur. I felt her hand touch my cheek, and then her nose was rubbing against mine. I giggled. "That feels nice," I said. She didn't reply, but began kissing my cheek, her soft lips exploring my face, then using her tongue. It felt incredible, so sensual! I lifted my face as her kisses moved to my neck, and she drove me wild as her tongue made circles on my neck. "Oh Stephanie," I moaned. I felt her lips move up on to my chin, and then I was pulling her head up so that we could kiss. It was a real open-mouthed kiss, wet lips on wet lips, and my brain was flooded with the most pleasurable sensations. I loved the taste of her mouth on mine. She kissed me for what seemed like forever, sometimes leaving my mouth to kiss my ears, eyes or neck, but mostly on the mouth, which I liked the best. "Wow!" I said, when we eventually broke. "I wish I didn't have to go." "Me too," she said, "but we've got Wednesday to look forward to."

And so we got into a pattern, of meeting three times a week after school at her house, doing schoolwork, and then kissing. On our third meeting, and just when I thought that her kisses were the most exciting thing possible, she introduced me to French-kissing. We were in the middle of a very long open-mouth kiss, when I felt her tongue licking my lips. It was unexpected, but felt too nice to resist. So I left my mouth open, and felt her tongue enter it, and I was in seventh heaven. My own tongue met hers, and we played cat-and-mouse in my mouth Then she withdrew her tongue, and it seemed natural to follow it into her own mouth. I extended my tongue as far as it would go, and just licked at whatever it touched. I felt Stephanie hold me tighter, and then she released me and stood up. "I can't take any more of this, Janet. you've got me so hot!" "I don't know what happened to me," I said. "I've never done that before." "Well please never stop doing it!" she said.

I was getting more and more drawn into my relationship with Stephanie. On the days that we met, which were three days after school plus either Saturday or Sunday, we always ended up making out, and on the other days, we spoke for hours on the phone. I looked for us to do fun things on the weekend - movies, theatre, concerts, exhibitions. She took to it all like a duck to water. We would usually end up at my house, sometimes spending a couple of hours in my room, most of which time was spent in heavy making-out. I suppose that it was inevitable that my mother would notice. "You and Stephanie are spending a lot of time together, aren't you," she said to me one day when we were alone. "Yes, we're good friends," I said defensively. "Well," my mother said, "I just don't want to see you hurt, that's all." "Don't be silly, Mum," I said, but I knew that she knew. I still didn't consider myself a lesbian. I still found boys attractive, although I never thought much about them. But Stephanie dominated my life now, and I had to fight not to daydream about her during class. I had read in books about passion, and about the power of sex, but had never understood it before now.

About three weeks into the new term, we had no homework one day. We had a full hour together in Stephanie's room. We talked over our day for a few minutes, and then sat on the bed and kissed. As usual, it didn't take long until we were deep into french-kisses, our tongues intertwining, our faces wet with each other's kisses. Her hands were on my waist, but I suddenly felt one of them move up to my breast. I reached up with my hand and moved hers away. I wasn't sure that I was ready for this. Kissing was one thing, but touching was another. We began kissing again, and I soon felt her hand on my breast again. Once more, I removed it. "Stephanie!" I scolded. "Oh come on, Janet, " she said. "You have a nice body, don't be shy with it." "I have very small breasts, I can't think why you want to feel them," I said. "Because they're yours, and anyway, I think small is cute," Stephanie said. "Just keep your hands to yourself" was my reply, but I was smiling as I said it. And, of course, she didn't keep them to herself. They were soon on my breasts again, and after another couple of bouts, I had to laugh. "You're quite persistent, aren't you," I said. She just grinned. She began licking my ear, knowing how I enjoyed it, and then we were lip-locked again. Her hand moved to my breast, and I left it there. After all, there were protected by my bra and shirt. She cupped the breast, pressing the palm of her hand against the whole breast, then her finger tips moved over the nipple. I hadn't realized how erect my nipples had become. Even through my clothes, her fingers felt good, and new sensations, different from the kisses, spread through me. Then her hand moved to my other breast, and I didn't resist. Soon, both of my nipples were fully erect from the feel of her hands. All this time, our lips were pressed together, our tongues in and out of each other's mouths. We made out like this until it was time to go.

One thing I found out about Stephanie, once you let her do something, there was no turning back. The next time we were together, two days later, her hands were at my breasts almost as soon as we started kissing. And the next time, on the Sunday afternoon, after a movie. I loved going to movies with Stephanie, as I loved holding her hand through them. It made up for the frustration of not being able to be with her at school. And I liked spending time together, going out, but still having time for our hot kissing sessions when we got back. I had got quite used to the idea of kissing a girl by now, because it felt so good, and because it was Stephanie.

I should have guessed that Stephanie would not be satisfied with feeling me through clothes. It was later that week, after school, and we were into some heavy kissing. I was kissing her neck, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under my tongue, when I felt her hand slip under my sweater. Her hand was warm on the skin of my tummy. Then her hand moved up. I lifted my head up from her neck, but her other hand, which was around my neck, pulled my tight into a kiss, and I couldn't stop her from reaching my bra. Only the thin material separated her finger from my nipple. Too late, I pulled at her hand, but she held tight. I broke the kiss. "Stephanie, " I said, "I don't know about this." "I do," she replied. "I want to, Janet. I get so excited by you." "I love kissing you, Stephanie," I said, "but I don't know if I'm ready for this." "You keep saying that, but when we do it, you enjoy it," Stephanie replied. "I guess you're right," I grinned. "You shouldn't have dated a shy, inexperienced girl" "I'm dating the most wonderful girl in the world," she said, and kissed me, softly, tenderly. Her lips barely touched mine, but it was so erotic. Her hand went inside my sweater again, and over my breasts. She touched them like she was kissing me, gently, slowly, sensuously. The her finger slipped under the top of the bra and down, so that the back of the finger was actually touching my nipple. I gasped with surprise and pleasure. She licked at my cheek. I felt her other hand on my back, and then both of her hands were fumbling with my bra strap. "Please don't say no, Janet," she whispered. "I don't know what you want with my small breasts," I said, as she unhooked my bra. "I want to see them," she said. "I want to see if they are as cute as I think they are." My bra was unhooked, and Stephanie's hand had soon pushed it up, allowing her to feel me under my sweater. Her hand explored my small mounds. It was very exciting. No one had ever touched my breasts before, and seeing the look on lust on her face as she touched me excited me more. In my wildest dreams, two months before, I would never have imagined having a girl feel me up. Then she was tugging at my sweater, lifting it. Trembling, I lifted my arms, and the sweater and bra came off. "Oh my God, Janet, you're beautiful!" Stephanie exclaimed. I didn't know how she could think that, but I felt wonderful to hear her say it. Her hand roamed my chest, feeling the ribcage, tracing the small curves of my breasts, teasing the nipples. "Is this what they call getting to first base?" I asked. She grinned. "Almost," she said. "But to really get to first base, you have to do this." She bent down and began kissing my breasts. "Oh, Stephanie," I moaned, as she sucked a nipple into her mouth. But then I noticed the clock in her room. "Stephanie, it's six o'clock! I have to go!" I said, and quickly got dressed.

That weekend, we met on both days. As before, Stephanie was quick not to lose ground, and it didn't take long after we began kissing for me to be naked to the waist in front of her. We had always sat on her bed, but now she pushed me down so that I was lying on my back, as she devoured my breasts. I was in heaven. My nipples had never been so large. They were pushed out in front of my breasts, as if straining to get deeper into her mouth. "Oh, Stephanie, that feels SO nice," I purred. "I know," she said, "it would be nice for me too." I looked at her. She slowly began to unbutton her blouse. "No," I said, "let me do that." I took over, unbuttoning her, barely believing what I was doing. She slipped the blouse off, and turned her back to me. I unhooked her bra, and she took it off. Still with her back to me, she took my arms and pulled me to her. My breasts pressed against her naked back. She took my hands, and brought them round so that they were cupping her breasts. Stephanie's breasts were larger than mine, and firmer, and touching them was the sexiest thing I'd ever done. I felt her nipples grow in size as she became more aroused. She turned her head around, and our lips met in the most passionate kiss. Her eyes had a glazed look to them, I noticed, just before I closed my eyes. As my tongue entered her mouth, my fingers rubbed side to side across her nipples, like she'd done to me. I felt her stiffen, and broke the kiss to shower her neck with wet licks. Her mouth now free, she let out a sigh of excitement, then lay down on her back and pulled me to her. I got my first look at her breasts - at any breasts other than my own. I wanted to please her, to feel her arousal. It seemed so natural to do - to take a nipple into my mouth. I was surprised by it's taste, like when you sucked your own fingers. I licked at the nipple in my mouth, and felt Stephanie pull my head harder to her chest. Responding to her growing passion, I sucked at nibbled at her breast, then moved to taste the other one, which was just as delicious, and I lost myself in the mounds of her womanhood. I felt seduced by her voluptuous body. This journey into the forbidden unknown had brought me nothing but joy. I had no regrets.

It was Monday evening. I had just spent 45 minutes on the phone to Stephanie, helping her with some school work (so we'd have more time the next day), and discussing a book I'd lent her. I came downstairs. Dad was working late, and Mum was putting away the dishes. "It's lovely to see how you've changed these last months," Mum said. "Have I?" I asked. "Come and sit down, I want to talk." We sat at the kitchen table. "Are you really happy with her?" Mum asked. I blushed. "With who?" "With Stephanie" "What do you mean?" I protested. "Look, I wasn't born yesterday," Mum said. "I see how happy you are when you see her. I've seen the way she looks at you." I looked down, not knowing what to say. Mum continued. "When I was at college, there was a girl there, who liked me. She wrote me letters, wanted me to go out with her." "And did you?" I asked. "No. I had a boyfriend. I just wasn't into girls." She hesitated, then continued. "You didn't say no to Stephanie, did you." I shook my head. "How involved are you?" she asked. "Have you gone to bed with her?" "No. I mean, we've messed around a lot, but not that." "Do you love her?" she asked. I hadn't really thought about it, but now the answer seemed obvious. I nodded. "Have you told her?" Mum asked "No. We haven't really talked about our feelings." "I think you'd make her happy if you did," Mum said. "Does Dad know?" I asked. "No, he doesn't notice things like I do." She continued. "Look, you know we're going to the coast for the long weekend in two weeks time. If you like, Stephanie can come along. I mean, we have to get a room for you at the hotel anyway, so it would cost any more if she shared your room." "Thanks Mum," I said. "Can I think about it?" "Of course. I like her, Janet. I think she's been good for you."

I went up to my room. I couldn't believe Mum's reaction. Not only was she not upset, but she was pushing me into Stephanie's arms. Did she regret not going with that girl years ago? I had lots to think about. Should I tell Stephanie of my feelings? What did she feel for me? Did she really care for me, or was Andrew right - was she just trying to get into my panties. And was I ready to share a hotel room with her, which would mean sharing a bed? I knew now that there was nothing to really stop me from giving in to the desires that Stephanie had ignited in me. I was very attracted to her, emotionally and physically. I could not imagine being with anyone but her. I noticed more and more about her body that I liked. Even her longish nose excited me - I loved the way it tickled, announcing the approach of her mouth. But had I really become a lesbian? Could you become one, if you weren't born that way? I didn't know the answers. I just knew that Stephanie was the best thing that ever happened to me. And I had started to look a girls differently. One girl in my Bio class had the largest lips I'd seen, and I'd caught myself wondering what it would feel like to kiss her. There was no question, I had changed in the last couple of months.

I couldn't wait until the next day, although I was not sure what it would bring. I had made my decision during the night about what to do, about what I wanted to happen, but it didn't just depend on me. The school day seemed very long. Stephanie and I had become very adept at ignoring each other there. I arrived at her house after school, and found her alone. Luckily, we finished our school work in less than 20 minutes. I took off my glasses. Stephanie was already sitting on the bed. Usually, I would sit next to her, we would start kissing, remove each other's shirts, then lie back, with our legs still on the floor, and suck each other's breasts. But today would be different. "Stephanie," I began, "could we lie down on the bed?" "Of course," she said enthusiastically. She kicked off her shoes, and moved fully onto the bed. I joined her, and we lay side by side. She leaned over and kissed me. We shared a nice warm slow kiss. Her tongue came out and touched my lips, but I broke the kiss. I looked at her, exploring her face with my eyes. I stroked her cheek and hair. "What is it, Janet?" she asked softly. "Stephanie, we never talk about our feelings do we?" I said. "Well I want to talk about mine now." She lay there, concentrating on my words. I plucked up the courage and continued. "I just want you to know that you are the sunshine that has brightened my life, made me complete. You are in my thoughts and in my heart day and night. I couldn't imagine ever spending a day without you in my life. I love you, Stephanie. I'm madly and passionately in love with you." Her face lit up in a way I'll never forget. Her arms came around me and she squeezed me tight. "Oh Janet," she cried, "I love you so much, you have no idea! I can't believe that you love me too. I've wanted to tell you - since the day that you wouldn't kiss me, on the bridge. I knew then that I was in love with you." "Why didn't you say something?" I asked. "I didn't want to scare you away," she explained. "I wasn't sure if you could fall in love with a girl." "I love you," I said softly. "I want to be with you forever." "I love you too," she replied. "and 'forever' sounds wonderful to me." I leaned over her and kissed her. Her mouth was warm and welcoming, and my tongue entered what had become it's second home. Our passion had been heightened by our declaration of love, and my head was swirling with desire for her. She reached out to my breasts, but I pushed her down on her back. My tongue was down her throat, when I slid a hand down between her legs. I felt the dampness through her pants. She shoved her hips against my hand, and her tongue went berserk against mine in her mouth. Then I felt her hand between my legs, and I exploded with pleasure. Furiously french-kissing, we rubbed each other's crotches, giving and taking pleasure at the same time, turning our love for each other into it's natural physical expression. We were both wearing jeans. I felt Stephanie fumbling at her belt, and soon she had opened the front of her pants. She was gasping and crying out my name, and I was licking at her ear, forcing my tongue deep inside. She grabbed my hand, and pushed it down inside her jeans. My fingers slid over her panties, and I felt the heat of her arousal. Through the thin material, my fingers rubbed up and down. I felt them become soaked in her juices. She was going wild, thrashing about, squeezing me, until she pulled my mouth to hers, and with her tongue deep in my mouth, I felt the spasms of her climax, first on my fingers, then over her whole body. We held each other, kissing more gently as she came down from her orgasm. When she looked at me, there were tears in her eyes. She kissed me softly, and whispered her thanks, telling me how much she loved me. "I want to make love to you," she said. "So do I," I said, and I told her what my Mum had said. "Janet, that's fantastic!" Stephanie said. "Three night alone with you? I can't believe it!" "Neither can I," I said. "I hope your parents will be okay with it." "No problem," she said. "They like you." "I've been thinking," I said. "I want it to be special, you know, our first time. I thought that as it's only another 2 weeks, maybe we shouldn't be together until then." "But I want to be with you all the time," Stephanie said. "And I do too, but I think it would be good for us. A test of our love. And it will make us that much more ready to spend a night together." She reluctantly agreed. We would do our schoolwork at school, and would go out at the weekend, but not back to our rooms.

Perhaps I still needed time to think. Did I want to choose this lifestyle? I loved kids. Would I never have any of my own? For how long could we keep it a secret? Was I ready to lose my virginity to a girl? If I had moments of doubt, they were infrequent, and melted away the next time I saw Stephanie. I loved her, that I knew, and I was excited by her body, by her kisses and touches. And all hesitation was swept away when I came home from the hairdresser on Saturday afternoon. Stephanie was coming over, and we were going out for coffee. She was already there when I got home, and I found Mum flirting with her in the kitchen! They were sitting at the table, laughing, and Mum was touching her arm with her fingers as she talked. "Hi Stephanie," I said, brushing her lips with mine. "Shall we go?" Stephanie went to put her jacket on. "Mum!" I said, turning to her. "Don't worry," Mum said, "but she is cute." "She my girlfriend, Mum," I said. "Get your own!" "I might just do that..." Mum said as she winked at me.

It was a hard two weeks, but the day came for our trip to the coast. We left on Friday after school. Dad drove, with Mum next to him, and Stephanie and I in the back. Stephanie looked lovely, to me at least. We held hands in a way that Dad couldn't see in his mirror, and after a little over two hours, we arrived. We checked into the hotel. Stephanie and my room was a little down the hallway from my parents'. There were two queen size beds in the room. "Which one do you want?" Stephanie asked. "This one," I said, pointing to the closer one. "OK," she said, "I'll have it too!" We hugged each other, but I still wouldn't let her kiss me. We showered, separately, then we had to join my parents for supper. We found a restaurant overlooking the sea. The sun was shining. the day was perfect. How would the night be? We walked along the shore after supper, and then Mum said she was tired, and was ready for bed, although it was only 9 o'clock. We all went up together in the elevator, and said our good nights at the door to my parents' room. As we turned to go, my Mum looked at me with pure envy.

The room, our bedroom, was warm and inviting. In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I wished that I was taller and prettier. I brushed my teeth and washed my face with the nice-smelling soap of the hotel. I tried to control my nerves, my mood swinging between fear and excitement. I calmed myself down by telling myself that outside of the bathroom waited a person who loved me and desired me. So what if that person happened to be a girl. I already knew that I could get very aroused sexually by her. I stepped out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Stephanie was sitting on the bed. It had been a very hot day, and we were both wearing shorts and tee-shirts. She stood up, and took hold of my hands. We faced each other, looking into each other's eyes, then she leaned forward and kissed me. Still holding hands, we kissed, softly, with love. Then we came into each other's arms, and our mouths melted together. The familiar taste of her wonderful mouth hit me as I realized how much I'd missed her kisses. We moved our open mouths together slowly, savoring the pleasure of the other's lips. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth and rubbed it against her upper lip. The sensation was fantastic, and I felt myself go weak at the knees. As we kissed, she was tugging at my tee-shirt. She pulled it up, and we broke the kiss to let me take it off. I turned round and let her unhook my bra. She turned me back, and I reached out for her tee-shirt, but she stopped me. "Not yet," she whispered. Then her hands were at the front of my shorts. I let her open the button, and felt her tug the shorts down my leg. I stepped out of them. My heart pounded as Stephanie pulled at my panties. I had never been naked in front of anyone before. But I was committed to this, and I let her pull the panties off. I was naked, and she was still fully clothed. She stepped back and looked at me. I blushed. "You're beautiful," she whispered. I moved to her, and put my arms around her neck. I felt her arms encircle my back. I leaned up and pulled her into a kiss. The eroticism of being naked in her arms had excited me, and I thrust my tongue up into her mouth, and licked at her tongue and mouth as her hands caressed my back. Then I was licking at her cheeks, and her hands roamed down to my buttocks. I pulled her tighter, and bit gently into her neck. She squeezed the firm flesh of my buttocks. Then she pulled apart slightly, and kissed me again. Her hands came between us, fondling my breasts. She kneaded each nipple skillfully, so that my nipples were hard and erect. Our kisses were long and wonderful. She knew by now what excited me - her sudden thrusting of her tongue deep into my mouth, her gently licking the inside of my upper lip. Then I felt her hand moving down my body. I knew where she was headed. I had passed the stage of doubt. I opened my legs, and let my lesbian girlfriend feel my pussy.

How can I describe the first touch of a lover there? She broke the kiss to look at me, as her fingers reached my pubic hair, and then my womanhood. I was wet enough by then that her fingers just glided across my lips. I moaned with pleasure, as her hand explored my most private parts. Her excitement showed in her eyes. I wanted to tell her "I love you," but before I could speak, a finger found the opening to my vagina, and she took my virginity, sliding her finger in to the hilt. It was soon followed by a second finger. I held on to her, overwhelmed by the pleasure of her touch. After a while, she removed her hand. She brought it close to my face, and I could smell my own arousal on her fingers. She slid a wet finger into her mouth and licked at it, then pressed the other finger into my mouth. It was so erotic, tasting my own love juices. "Get into bed," she whispered.

It was too warm for blankets, so we had only a sheet, and I slid under it. Stephanie got undressed slowly in front of me. It was very arousing, watching her remove her clothes. Her breasts were familiar to me, but it was delightful to see them. It was relaxing to know that we were alone, had all night, and would not be disturbed. When she peeled of her panties, I saw that she had shaved her pubic hair - all of it! I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She joined me under the sheets, and we embraced. "I love you, I love you," I whispered into her ear, and she said the same back to me. We began kissing, and soon were locked in a wild, long french kiss. She pushed me on my back, and rolled on top of me. I opened my legs, and felt her warmth and wetness press up against my own. I felt my clit enlarge, as if it wanted to be inside her. Her shaven pussy felt fantastic against mine. We smothered each other in kisses, as our naked bodies melted together. Her body glided up and down on mine. I wrapped my legs around her thighs as she humped our pussies together. Sometimes I would break our kiss to cry out with pleasure, but the feel of her mouth on mine was so nice that I quickly found her lips again, and thrilled as her tongue re-entered my mouth. After a while, she broke the kiss and began licking at my neck. The skin had become so sensitive to her touch, it felt wonderful. Then she was at my breasts, her tongue flicking my nipples back and forth before sucking them deep into her mouth. I was at a depth of arousal that I'd never been at before, and it intensified every sensation. It felt like she was sucking my whole body inside her, and it was the most amazing feeling. I arched my back to her, giving up my breasts to her pleasure. I looked down at her. Here eyes were closed in concentration. and she seemed to be enjoying making love to me as much as I was. When she left my breasts and licked at my abdomen, I felt an excitement I'd never known before. I wasn't thinking by then, just feeling and reacting, and my legs opened to welcome her face to my womanhood. I looked down again, and saw my love, my Stephanie, bury her face in my crotch. She licked at my upper thighs, so close and yet so far, and I squealed with pleasure, but I became silent when her mouth closed on my pussy. I felt her tongue licking gently on the lips. My brain could feel the path her tongue was taking as it traced a path up and down. I knew that I was soaking wet down there, but she seemed to love lapping up my juices. Her tongue was soft but so sensuous as it wormed it's way between the lips and entered me. I pushed against her, wanting her tongue deep inside me. Her nose was pressed up against my clit, and I wiggled my buttocks to increase the pleasure that this was giving me. I was so wet now that her tongue could slurp in and out of my pussy at will. I was breathing faster, as pleasure unlike anything I'd ever known filled my mind. Then her tongue was at my clit, flicking it gently, pressing it down with her tongue, moving it in a circle, and I lost control. I cried out her name as I thrust my lower body at her face, which, I could see, was covered in my pussy juice. Her tongue never stopped, in fact she increased the pace of her licking, and then I exploded in an orgasm that seemed to last forever.

When I came to, her face was next to mine, her eyes looking at me with love and delight. I held her tight, not able to fight the tears of joy that were welling up in my eyes. "Oh Stephanie," I murmured, unable to finish my sentence. I regained my composure, although the thrill of the experience I had just had would not leave me for a long time. We lay together, looking into each other's eyes. Then I began stroking her breast. "You don't have to," she said. "I got so much pleasure from doing that to you." "I want to, Stephanie," I said. "I'm so turned on by you, I want to kiss your body all over." And I did. There were no doubts left. I wanted to taste her, to excite her like she'd done to me, and if that made me a lesbian, so be it. I rolled her onto her back, and kissed her. Her tongue tasted of my juice, and I sucked it into my mouth. My hand roamed her body, feeling her breasts, her hips and thighs, the smooth skin of her buttocks, before feeling between her legs. I was feeling a girl's pussy for the first time, and it felt so natural to do so. I felt drops of her wetness on my fingers. Her lack of pubic hair made it easy for me to find the opening to her vagina, and she gasped as I slipped a finger inside. It felt fantastic as my finger entered the hot wet cave, and I wiggled it around, feeling her shudder with excitement. I slipped a second finger inside, and then my thumb found her clit, and stroked it gently. She broke the kiss and groaned, but I forced my mouth back on hers, enjoying the power I had over her at that moments. I moved my fingers in and out, my thumb never letting go of her clit, while my tongue went deeper down her throat. Then she tensed and shook, and I knew that she had orgasmed. I broke the kiss to look at her. Her eyes were closed, nostrils flared, and her lips parted as she panted. I withdrew my hand, but she pulled it against her again, and I knew that she was not finished yet.

I was hungry to taste her now. I bypassed her breasts, and licked my way quickly down her body. Her pussy was glistening with moisture. I would have liked to have spent more time looking at it, but I felt her urgency, and the odor of her juices was enticing my taste buds. I stuck out my tongue, and began licking her, starting with the skin around the pussy, and then moving on to the pussy lips themselves. I loved it! She tasted wonderful, and I loved feeling and hearing her arousal. Her clit really excited me, sticking out a little, hard and ready for me. I moved my tongue in a circle over her pussy, up one lip and down the other. I parted the lips and saw the luscious sight of her vagina. I slipped a finger in as I licked at the lips, and then replaced the finger with my tongue. Warm wet flesh surrounded my tongue as it pushed deeper inside her. Her hands were on the back of my head, pulling me closer. My whole face ground into her, my nose and lungs full of the smell of her sex, my lips and tongue tasting her. She lifted her legs up and opened them wide, and her pussy lips spread apart, making it easier for me to reach every nook and cranny of her pussy. Something in the way she was breathing drew my tongue up to her clit. It was even larger now, fully aroused, and it only needed a few licks of my tongue before she cried out and shook all over. She pulled my mouth hard up against her clit as she climaxed. Her orgasm came in spurts. Just when I thought it was over, she would pull at my head, and I would lick her clit once or twice, and she would come again. Only after the fifth time did she relax, and then she was pulling me up to her and smothering me with kisses, and repeating my name over and over again.

We lay in each other's arms for a long time, renewing our love for each other, planning our future together, imagining being together in a small cottage by the sea, making love every night. I didn't feel tired at all, and after an hour or so, we began kissing, and were soon in the heat of lovemaking. Stephanie showed me how to "69" and we did that until we were drained from climaxing over and over. It felt incredible to feel her tongue on my clit, while mine was deep inside her. She asked me if I would shave my pubic hair, and I agreed - we would buy a razor tomorrow, and she would do it. I would have done anything she asked.

The rest of the weekend cemented our love more firmly, as we enjoyed each other's company, and exploited the freedom of our shared hotel room for lots of passionate sex. I was 16, and at that age, love is forever. But of course, it isn't, as I was to find out, just as I was to find out that my mother could be more of a potential rival that I'd realized - but that's another story (if there's interest!...)

FIN

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