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First Time with Another Girl

by Laura

All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.

I might as well start at the beginning. I suppose I've always been attracted to women, but it never seemed excessive until I was seventeen. There were lots of beautiful girls all around me and I suppose I thought I admired their beauty and sexyness and that it was this link to sex that made me so excited and...wet. It just didn't occur to me how I really felt.

Across the street from my parents house, there was a young couple. (Thirty is young from my current perspective.) They had two school age children and were very friendly and outgoing. I watched their kids when they went out and their house when they were away. The husband travelled alot in his work and was often gone several days at a time.

Maryann and I became friends and I looked up to her as a beautiful experienced woman. I talked to her about things I wouldn't think of discussing with my mom or my girlfriends. She often asked me over to keep her company in the evenings when her husband was away. I enjoyed her company so much that I would cancel plans if she called. Many times I cancelled dates.

It was one of these occasions that Maryann complained that her feet hurt. I volunteered to rub them and did an okay job. When I got home I was breathing funny and was very wet. I got off from the memory of touching her. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but found myself looking for books on foot massage. I read all about reflexology and the benefits of using hand lotion on the feet and couldn't wait for my next opportunity.

It came soon enough and this time, when I was finished, Maryann was laying back with her eyes closed; more relaxed than I had ever seen her. She offered to do my feet and I jumped at the invitation. She asked me how I had improved and I took the books out of my bag. She told me I had great hands and had really helped her relax. I was so excited that I had made her feel good and had brought her pleasure. I was all smiles.

Her massage on my feet was very good but I felt almost zapped when she started kneading my calves as I had done hers. I was so very excited and anxious for her touch. That night I slept there with her, as I often did on non school nights when her husband was out of town. Laying beside her in the kingsize bed, it was so difficult to get to sleep. I wanted to masturbate, but didn't dare. I thought of her until I fell asleep. The next day I started reading about other types of massage.

When she complained of an ache in her shoulder, I was prepared. In her neck...arms...hands. It got to the point where I would give her a massage everytime. (She would return the favor). I started staying over more -- even on school nights and -- the thing that makes my breath catch even now -- she started taking showers at night and dressing in a sleep shirt and nothing else.

I would massage her back first, feeling the relaxed firm muscles in my grip. Feeling the first big jolt in my pussy when I would feel the soft sides of her breasts (only briefly). When I worked down to her bottom, I had to control my shaking as I kneaded (needed?) her soft flesh. I was careful not to touch the area between her cheeks. I did succeed in exposing her pussy so I could watch it while I worked on her legs and then her feet. My efforts must have excited her, because she was very wet. When I was finished I would take a shower and cum, my legs nearly giving out on me.

It was soon after, when we were both in bed, as I was masturbating again. (I would wait until Maryann was sound asleep and work on my pussy again). I had taken to not wearing underwear when I slept over and when Maryann would massage me after my shower, I kind of thought she was looking at my exposed womanhood. If she was, she must have seen my glistening wetness. Well, while I was feeling my labia and working moisture up to my clitoris, Maryann rolled over and put her arm over me with her face very close to mine and kissed me.

It was a very gentle "puppy-dog" kiss and she didn't seem to be awake. I laid there still until she moved again about twenty-minutes later. I was trembling and had to go to the bathroom to climax. I think I crossed the line right there.

I removed her soiled panties from the hamper and breathed her smell far into my senses. I tasted her femininity and found it even sweeter than my own. I came sucking and smelling her panties.

I guess I had a crush, but I thought I was in love. Maryann and I went alot of places together. Shopping, movies, school events and exercise classes. I really enjoyed being around her and wanted so much more to express physically as well as verbally how I felt. I felt they were linked and that I couldn't do the latter without the former. Also I was feeling a little weird. A little different from my friends. These were difficult feelings for a seventeen year old who desperately wanted to be like everyone else. I couldn't have handled it a couple years earlier, but I think I possessed a maturity beyond my years and I decided not to fight how I felt. My parents had always taught me to be happy first and everything else would follow. I kept seeing Maryann and wanting to kiss her sweet mouth again. She was beautiful and I loved being around her. I took every available, not to obvious, opportunity to touch her soft hands, sweet face and knock-out body.

I wanted to suck on her full womanly breasts and feel the wetness that matched my own between her legs. I would sometimes massage her face and the distance between us would get so short that I could have easily placed my lips on hers, but the distance felt like miles. I didn't have the nerve to cross the space between us.

As summer approached, we took off our sleep shirts for our nightly massage and I got my first look at her breasts. They were perfect (to me), full with large dark erect nipples. Maryann had suggested that we try massaging each other with baby oil. We had both read about this in my massage books. My hands slipped and glided over her body. I felt more of the side of her breasts than I ever had before. I had already taken my shower and enjoyed sitting on her rear with my pussy lips touching her skin. When I got down to her ass, I squeezed the bottle (with my trembling hands) and more oil than I intended came out and streemed down across her asshole and across her cunt to the sheet we had placed beneath us. We both laughed and I started rubbing her sweet ass. I kept slippling in the wetness, accidently at first, and then on purpose; touching her asshole and then her pussy. When she didn't protest and in fact told me to "go lower lower lower to the right now left" until my fingers were right on her clit, I rubbed her the way I rubbed my self and soon she was cumming. It seemed big because she was breathing heavy and when she sat up she took my face in her hands and kissed me soooo sweetly. I kissed her back and then we kissed for what must have been twenty minutes before I felt her hand move to between my legs. She wasn't the first one to touch me there, but she was the first woman and it was the first time I enjoyed anyone else's hand but my own there.

I reached out and massaged her great tits in my oily hands and took her jutting nipple between my lips. It all flowed so nicely, but I had dreamed of it in my mind a thousands different times. I just did what I wanted to do...I had made up my mind. Before long we were in a sixty-nine position and my tongue darted over her pinkness. Her tongue thrust in and out of my virgin pussy with unrestrained passion. I came in waves that for the first time reached my toes. I stopped my licking and just laid there for some time. Maryann had moved up and moved her body up against mine with her hand resting on my heaving breasts and her lips lightly kissing my neck. When I could, I turned and kissed her deeply. We moved into the bedroom and for the first time closed the door.

After that first time, we made love every time we could. I adored everything about Maryann. The way she looked, felt, smelled, and tasted. I would devour her cunt everytime. I loved having her sit on my face...I could watch her squeeze her breasts and feel her wiggle her sweet ass as she moved her clit across my tongue. One time, in my passion, Maryann came, but I continued licking and sticking my tongue deep inside of her. She came again, but fell back against my knees. When she did this, I found myself loving her asshole. I fucked it with my tongue (deeply) for some time and then was amazed as I felt her cum. She was like a tigress when she flipped me over and attacked my rear. I came too and to this day have always enjoyed gentle attention back there.

We also would dress up for each other. Maryann loved me to wear my two piece string bikini. I had two favorites. The first was a white garterbelt with white stockings and matching panties and bra. I enjoyed removing her panties and replacing them with my lips. I would kiss her pussy much as I kissed her mouth and then I would carry the sweet taste up to her mouth. We would share the taste. In no time, every inch of us would smell and taste like cunt. I loved smelling her tit and knowing that my mouth had been there, but before that had been sucking deeply between her thighs.

The second outfit was a terry cloth dress that had a top like a tube top. Knowing that her large breasts and nipples were that accessable always got and kept me wet. Many times she would take them out when her husband was somewhere around the house. I would nurse on her nipples until she came. Depending on the situation, she might have panties on or she might not. Either way she would tease me until she could help me cum or until it was time for me to go home (if her husband was home) and I would masturbate with thoughts of her filling my fantasies. Often of her bent over me with her full breasts hanging down to my mouth.

We had never used a vibrator although I remotely knew what they were and what they were used for. I thought of suggesting one but knew I didn't need one if she didn't.

One time I came over in the morning right after her husband had left with the kids (Saturday) and walked right in. I stood in awe as I watched her masturbating right there on the bed with a vibrator. I didn't interrupt, but rather enjoyed watching my lover satisfy herself deeply. When she was lying there still with her eyes closed, I made a noise. She saw me and jumped a little having been caught. I sat on the bed and felt the phallus still deep within her. I flipped on the switch and started to fuck her slowly. I was so turned on. Occasionally she would direct me with her hand. She came again and this time kissed me hungrily. I lost my virginity that day and I have no regrets that a woman was the first to enter me.

Maryann sent away for a vibrator set. She told me when she did this, so that I would get excited as we waited. It was one of those box sets they had at the time. The thing I kept thinking about though, was the strap on dildo. I really wanted a good fuck from my lesbian lover. When it arrived, I didn't waste any time and got on my knees as soon as I could. I loved the feel of her strokes and her hands as they roamed over me. With her behind me, fucking me, I stood up on my knees and kissed her as she pulled at my nipples. I fucked her too, but was not as ravenous as she. I was more gentle, even too gentle for Maryann.

We liked to watch each other masturbate. There were lots of little toys for us to figure out. Those aside, Maryann could suck her breasts without the slightest stretching of her neck. She could do it leisurely and I loved to watch her do it.

One day Maryann tried to use a tiny vibrator in her womanly pussy and got very anxious when it seemed to disappear. I reached for it and got it out. When I looked up at her, she seemed so horny, I asked her what was wrong. Breathing heavily she said, "Nothing. Put your hand back inside me." I did as she asked and watched her melt on the pillow. My hands are very tiny and after two kids her cunt was not a girls anymore. In no time, I was fist fucking her beautiful pussy. I seldom used the strap-on to satisfy her, but did it with my hands.

The summer between my junior and senior years in high school was a very busy one for me. My lust for Maryann had affected my grades and my parents were cracking down on me. I had to get good grades or I wouldn't be able to stay over during the school year. I cracked down and got the reading lists and topics that would be covered the next year. When Maryann was at work or otherwise unavailable to me, I would study. I didn't play much, except for a two week stay at the beach with girlfriends. I'll tell you that story later. To finish the point, I got incredible grades my senior year. Honor student. I recovered all the ground I had lost in my Junior year and then some. I was giddy and applied to all the schools I'd dreamed of attending.

One evening that summer, Maryann's husband came back early from a trip and nearly caught us in bed. Fortunately, we weren't asleep (far from it) and heard him drive up. Not knowing how it would look or how close he was I hid in Maryann's closet. His closet was in a sparebedroom. Maryann was smart and distracted him. She made love to him right before my eyes. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Her husband collapsed and fell asleep in no time. After what seemed like an hour, Maryann woke me and took me out of the cramped closet. We made love on the sofa and I slept there the rest of the night, leaving early before her husband woke up the next morning.

Before I left, she told me that she loved having me watch. I still remember that passionate kiss we shared before she opened the door. I was a little jealous, but actually really turned on. I recounted the event during my study breaks...which I think you can imagine.

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