Note from the Author Linda Jean; Please take a minute to read this before you read my story; first I wanted to thank everyone for taking the time to read what I have to say. I write my stories as if I am writing my best friend and trying to relay to them exactly what I went through. While I know a lot of people like this type of writing, I am aware from the negative e-mails that there are some who do not. I get very upset when I get an e-mail from some person who tells me that my grammar is very bad and I should have my stories "proof read" prior to being posted. They of course never give a return e-mail so that is why I am putting this at the beginning of my story. To this person/s I say this. If you feel my grammar is that bad, DO NOT bother reading what I have to say. Trust me I did not write it with YOU in mind. I am not a professional and I defiantly am not an English Major (or Minor for that matter) so as a person from England might say PISS OFF. There I said it and I feel better. For those that read my dirty mind for the enjoyment and sexual stimulation here is more for you to dwell on. Linda
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The first time I had sex with a woman, and my first Cream Pie, (it happen just like this, as I remember every nasty exciting detail)
I was to baby sit for a friend of my mom's, I was to watch her two children for the weekend while she went to Palm Springs. I went over after school so she could get out of town early. When I got to her house she was there, and she told me she made other plans, that her kid's were at her sister's for the weekend. She also told me since I was expecting the money for baby-sitting, she would still pay me what I was expecting, and she invited me inside and asked me if I would like to have a glass of wine with her. Having never tasted wine before, I was very elated that she would even ask me, I said yes, and had my first glass of wine. (Many of the firsts that weekend) we went to her kitchen and sat down at the table drinking the wine and just talking.
Shirley (that is her name) asked me not to tell my mom we had wine, I agreed, then she told me that anything that was said there, that we must both agree to keep there, I agreed. Somewhere about the second glass, I don't know how or when the subject turned, we started talking about sex. I do recall her asking me if I was a woman yet, which I told her yes. She asked me when and I told her a long time ago, but I didn't tell her with whom, I never would have told her it was my brother Bill. She asked if it was very unpleasant, I told her no. In fact I told her it was very pleasurable and that I really I loved it. She asked me when was the last time I had sex and I told her yesterday after school.
All of a sudden I released that I was not embarrassed talking to her of so personnel matters for some damn reason. Then I realized that I wanted to talk to her more about sex, (looking back, maybe it was the wine). She asked me if I would tell her what happen, so sitting there I told her everything I had ever done sexually (except with Bill that is.) I told her that I normally have sex with two boys after school at my house almost every day, and how I had many boyfriends. She said "I bet you do" I did notice how she was waiting to hear every word from my mouth, for some strange reason I was thrilled that I had her hanging on every word. I knew that she enjoyed listening to me telling her all the nasty things we did and that we do. I decided to tell her about the two boys that I had sex with yesterday after school and I described every little detail.
Shirley asked me if I had ever messed around with other girls, I told her I had heard of it, but have not. I told her I liked boys too much. Shirley said we should go to the living room and relax, so we did, She wanted to hear more, so I went on, every now and then she would say "really" or "I'll bet that felt good" stuff that only encouraged me to tell her more. Shirley asked me if I ever had a massage. I told her no, that I knew about them, but no one ever gave me one, that my mom would rub my back but that was all. She asked me if I would like one and I told her sure. She had me lay on the couch on my tummy and she knelt next to me. She started very slowly around my neck then my shoulders; she said it would be easier if I took off my blouse. I did, then laid back down. Shirley said since I had told her such a secret, that she should tell me one of hers.
She asked me I wanted to hear about her most memorable experience with a guy. I told her yes, I knew my body, and I knew that I had turned myself on talking to her about my day yesterday. My mind was on sex, and all I could think about right then were those boys and their dicks. How good it felt, how big they where and how I loved the way they kept fucking me. Shirley worked real slowly as she told me about her experience. When she was 18 and it was her boyfriend, she told me how he caressed her, massaged her breast, lovingly kissed, and sucked her nipples. As she was talking I felt her hands on my back and was very conscious that she was working her way to the sides of my bra then to the back. I felt her un-snap it and at the same time she said, "there, that should feel better, besides, it's just us girls." It did feel good; I was having trouble just keeping a steady breath. I saw so turned on in fact that I was thinking of excusing my self to go to her bathroom and masturbate real quick, My crotch felt on fire, I had to climax soon or go crazy, I was just so fucking hot.