“So I can write it down for my story. It would make a great read someday.” I could tell she was somewhat apprehensive about it. “We can change all the names so that no one will know it is you. C’mon, what do you say?” Anna thought for a moment, and then a wicked smile crossed her face.
“Why don’t I do you one better and write the story myself?” I never knew her to be a writer, but I wasn’t about to argue.
“Great! We can get started right away!” I said, jumping up and heading for the computer. Anna sheepishly followed, not yet sure of what she was getting into. I turned on her computer and sat her down in front of the screen, making sure she was comfortable. “There. Now I’ll leave you alone but if you need any help just let me know.” I comforted my new prodigy, making sure the chair was at the right height. Kissing her on the cheek, I left her to her story. Here it is:
Hi! I’m not too sure how to start so I guess I’ll just introduce myself; I’m Anna, I’m twenty-two years old and I stand about five six with long blonde hair that goes down just past my shoulders. I have blue eyes, I don’t wear glasses, and I hate rude people! My friends tell me I’m very attractive but I’ve never let it go to my head. I eat right, exercise and let everything else take care of itself. I’m not sure if you want to know, but it seems that most of the erotic stories I read have measurements. My breasts are a 34C but I’m not too sure about the rest. My best feature in my opinion is my ass, as it seemed to get the attention from all the guys in high school anyway. Not too big, but very well shaped, if I do say so myself. My boyfriend Steve wanted me to write about my first lesbian experience, so here goes:
It was the summer after high school and I had just turned nineteen. My parents had taken a two-week vacation to Mexico, leaving my younger sister Sarah and I home alone. To help keep me company my friend Tara had stayed with me in the large old house, which seemed so empty when my folks were gone. During the days Tara and I hung out at the mall, talking and flirting with all the guys that always seemed to be around. We sometimes went to the pool with Sarah and her friends, but we found them to be immature so we mostly just lay around tanning, watching the people as they splashed around in the water. I had occasional boyfriends but they always wanted one thing, and at the time I had just broken up with a guy who had tried to sleep with one of my friends. That is where Tara came in. Even though she was a year older than me she was painfully shy and awkward with the guys, and at the time I was just fine with that. I just wanted to hang out and do ‘girl stuff’ and forget about guys for a while. I wanted nothing to do with them but my hormones wouldn’t let me. Most nights I would lie in bed masturbating while I fantasized about one of the cute men we met at the mall or at the pool. I would sometimes fantasize about women as well, what their soft touch, their smooth skin and gentle caresses would feel like.
I remember having a dream about seducing Tara, taking control and ripping her clothes off while I rubbed my breasts against her soft skin. The pool was great because it allowed me to satisfy my voyeuristic side with all the skimpy bikinis, tight fitting spandex and bare skin. Sometimes I would catch myself looking at Tara’s tanned body, wondering what it might be like to touch her and feel her next to me. For her part Tara was also somewhat of a prude when it came to sexuality. She always put on her suntan lotion by herself because she was so self-conscious for whatever reason. Tara was a little taller than me with short brown hair and the cutest of freckles that she hated but I adored. Her breasts were slightly larger than mine. (A 36D if I remember correctly.) Her most striking feature was her long slender legs and perfectly shaped feet. Don’t ask me why, but for some reason I enjoyed staring at her feet as she crossed her legs while we tanned. I always tried to shift around on my towel so I my head would be at her feet, allowing me to catch a glimpse of them, her soft pink wrinkled soles and brightly colored toenails just inches from my face. I yearned to just reach out and kiss them, but I didn’t want Tara to freak out. I would sometimes get turned on when we horsed around in the pool and I would grab her feet to flip her into the water. I was more muscular than her at the time, so I was able to easily overpower her into the position that I wanted.
She and I sometimes talked about doing stuff with each other but Tara was always too prudish to try anything. Once on a dare I tried to get her to tongue kiss with me but at the last minute she chickened out. I knew she wouldn’t have done it, as when we talked about anything related to sex she would blush deeply and change the subject. I was about to write her off due to the fact that she would probably never be interested in trying anything with me, that is until one evening during her stay at my house.
It had been hot and sticky all day and as the evening progressed thunderstorms had rolled in from the west. Tara and I had rented a movie and after Sarah went to bed we started watching it. It was a comedy, which suited us just fine as it took our minds off the storm that raged outside. We were snuggled on the couch under a blanket, Tara at the one end and I at the other, our legs entwined under the covers. I seemed to remark this position, as we never had done this before and the feel of her soft skin on my bare legs was electrifying. Being late we were both dressed in our pajamas. I was wearing my skimpy cotton P.J.’s with just panties on underneath. As usual Tara was wearing her dowdy flannel nightgown that I hated as it covered up everything that was womanly about her. Even with the outfit she was wearing it didn’t take long before my mind was wandering again to lustful thoughts of her. We had been at the pool when the storm hit, so instead of running to the change rooms we just stripped out of our bikinis under a tree and put our clothes back on right there. I noticed that as we changed Tara made no effort in covering up, and this allowed me the opportunity to see her beautiful breasts for the first time. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that she was catching glimpses of my short blonde curls as my pussy came into view and this turned me on even more. In her haste she put on her sweat pants without any underwear, allowing me a glimpse of her outer pussy lips. They were dark and fully engorged with blood as if she was aroused as much as I was right then. In my mind I wanted to stop time at that moment, so I had the chance to see her in all her glory without the fear of being caught.
As we watched the movie I could feel the wetness gathering between my legs. I was finding it hard to concentrate on the plot as I was awash in my daydream. I was beginning to breath heavy, and I hoped that Tara wouldn’t pick up on my heightened arousal. I looked over to see her engrossed in the movie, her head propped on an arm. She had a crush on one of the actors in it, so not even the thunder and lightning outside was distracting her. I seized this opportunity to quietly reach under the blanket and touch my super-sensitive clit. The next few moments seemed to fly as I rubbed my cunt all the while dreaming about Tara. I knew it was wrong to want to do the nasty things I wanted to do to my friend, but I was attracted to her in ways I never thought possible and yearned for so long to do make love to her. This was a different daydream, and I felt myself more aroused than ever. It was then that I decided to test the waters and finally do something about it.
Ever so slowly I slid my right foot along Tara’s outstretched legs towards her crotch as if I was stretching out. She didn’t seem to notice so I continued until my soft toes touched the thin material of her panties. I carefully glanced over to see her eyes still fixed on the TV, almost oblivious to my exploring foot. I just sat there for a few moments to see if she would notice, my breathing becoming more and more irregular with anticipation. Then very gently, I eased the crotch of her panties to one side and softly began to rub her warm outer pussy lips with my big toe. I heard a soft gasp from my friend and she shifted slightly on the couch, raising her hips to meet my inquisitive foot. I waited for the smallest signs of resistance but her eyes were still transfixed on the screen. Quietly I continued to rub my toe up and down her slit, feeling the first signs of wetness emanating from her. A thousand thoughts rushed through my brain, from lust to apprehension and everything in between. I wanted to please her in so many ways right then and there, but there also was the smallest tinge of regret that I could possibly lose a friend by doing the things I was doing to her.
