My name is Jade and I would like to tell you about my first sexual experience. While sex at this age may be normal for some people, I was eighteen years old and very inexperienced. Just the previous summer, my body had undergone some incredible changes that I still wasnât sure how to deal with. I went from virtually flat-chested to a d-cup and developed hips, so I had gone from âflat as a boardâ to hour glass figure. I was secretly delighted with my new womanly body and would have taken to wearing tight clothes to show it off had my parents allowed it. My best friend, Liz, was terribly jealous from what little she saw as she had no curves to speak of and looked as if she would be on the low end of a b-cup for good. She had always envied my thick waist-length hair and my long legs, but now she told me she hated me for being so utterly feminine! I laughed because I had always envied her for her gorgeous corkscrew curls and beautiful tanned skin. I began to feel Lizâs brother, Michael, who was eight years older than us, watching me a lot more closely than before and could see that he had noticed my metamorphosis. I had never been allowed to date, and avoided the boys at school as much as I could, knowing my parents would beat the hell out of me if they even thought I had âimpure thoughtsâ. My home was an unhappy one, with strict parents who became worse as the contents of the latest bottle of scotch diminished. Liz was my escape, and I spent many nights at her house. After her father died when we were younger, Michael took over as head of the household. Their mother had moved out of state to join her new husband, so it was just Michael and Liz in an enormous Victorian house. I envied their lifestyle and freedom!! My parents were unaware of the living situation at Lizâs house, otherwise I would not have been allowed to step foot inside.
One particularly bad night at my house, I took a bus to Lizâs house. I was in tears the whole time and became even worse when Liz answered the door and looked sympathetically at my swollen face and bleeding lip. Liz gave me a pair of shorts and a tank top to wear so that she could wash my clothes, which had quite a bit if blood on them from my busted lip. I washed my face and then as I removed my clothes, I noticed that some blood has soaked through my shirt and stained the white material of my bra. Oh, I hated that bra! My mother forced me to wear a minimizing bra that seemed to start at my chin and end at my waist, and would be furious if I ruined one of these expensive torture contraptions, even if it was as a result of my father using me as a punching bag. I took of my bra along with my jeans and the baggy shirt that was my uniform. I changed into the borrowed clothes which were a little snug due to the difference in our proportions. When I walked into the living room, Liz looked at me funny. I realized that she had never really gotten a true, good look at my new figure, only glimpses as I rushed to cover myself when we changed for gym at school. I was very conscious of my large breasts pushing against the thin white tank top material. My nipples were hard as rocks, probably gaining sensitivity back after being sprung from the contraption!! The shorts came just an inch or so beneath my butt, and were tight everywhere! I broke the uncomfortable silence by telling Liz about my bra, and explaining my lack of having one on. She turned the stereo on for me and told me sit back and to relax and she would take care of everything. She took the clothes to the laundry room and returned a few minutes later with two glasses and two bottles of wine from her fatherâs wine cellar. I normally did not drink-I had seen what it did to my parents.
After making sure that Michael was out for the evening (Liz said he had gone to a beach house with friends and would not be back until the next day), I began to pour my heart out to Liz. Iâm sure that Michael was aware of my situation, but I wanted to maintain whatever dignity I could. Liz listened as I told her about the latest evening of abuse. She poured the wine as I began sobbing again, and let me cry on her shoulder. Before I knew it, we had finished the first bottle of wine and were starting on the second. My tears had dried up, and we began planning my escape from the âhouse of hellâ. We had done this on many occasions over the years, counting down the days until I had the moneyto leave for good. I started feeling pleasantly sleepy and relaxed after the next glass of wine, so Liz pulled out the futon for us to lie on and I drifted off to sleep pretty quickly.
I donât know how long I slept, but I woke to a fabulous feeling. I thought I was still dreaming, so I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the sensations I was experiencing. I felt light stroking on my breasts and felt my nipples harden almost painfully. This continued for a few moments, and then suddenly there was a hot, wet mouth on my right nipple. I thought I would die from the pleasure! The mouth sucked and nibbled my hardened nipple, and I felt a tightening sensation in my stomach. The wonderful mouth then switched to my left breast and began to work its magic there as well. When I heard a feminine moan, my eyes flew open. This was no dream! Liz was kneeling beside me on the futon, and it was her mouth that was causing these wonderful new sensations! I was mortified and tried to sit up and push her away. She held my shoulders down and talked soothingly to me while stroking my hair. She told me that she loved me and that she hadnât been able to help herself. After I had fallen asleep, she sat and looked at my body, which was more scantily clad than it had ever been. I was lying on my back and she could see the sides of my breasts that the tank top couldnât quite cover. She suddenly got an overwhelming urge to touch me, and just stroked those outer edges. This must be when I became aware of the feeling, because she said that my nipples became hard and extended immediately. Liz said that she lost control when she saw the outline of my nipples through the thin shirt and that she really just wanted to look. She pulled up the tank top and began lightly stroking my breasts, enthralled with their size and shape. She said that she couldnât help but use her mouth on me and became quite excited as she suckled my huge tits.
Liz swore that she was not a lesbian; she loved men and was already sexually active, but that she found me so beautiful and sexy that she couldnât help herself. She told me that there was nothing wrong with two people as close as us sharing pleasure each other. As she spoke, I became more relaxed and more open to her. I smiled and looked into her green eyes. She looked thrilled and didnât hesitate to start stroking my breasts again. She kissed me tenderly, careful with my lip, and I felt her tongue move slowly and sensually in my mouth. Her mouth once again moved to my nipples and she kneaded and sucked my tits until I thought I would scream! She then removed her shirt and revealed her perfectly rounded small tits. I sat up next to her and we kissed again, but this time I started touching her breasts. They were so soft and firm, so different in size than mine. I decided I wanted a closer look, so I kneeled in front of her and began examining them. She had huge areolas that covered a good third of her breast, and her nipples were as big as my pinky nail. I began to gently lick the nipple of her right breast and heard her gasp. This excited me, so I began to suck on it, first gently and then harder as she put her hand behind my head and pulled me firmly to her. âUse your teeth gentlyâ, Liz instructed, and I obeyed. I took the nipple between my teeth and softly scraped them. She was moaning pretty loud, and I felt a strange sensation between my legs. I felt myself getting wet and became more excited. I attacked her left breast and was rewarded with the same response from her. This felt so naughty and so good at the same time.
All of the sudden we heard Michaelâs voice, âWell, isnât this a pretty sight! And all this time I thought you were so sweet and innocent, Jade.â
We both jumped up, neither of us having heard him come in the door over the sound of the stereo. I looked around desperately for something to cover my chest with and realized in despair that our shirts were on the floor on the other side of the futon. I tried to cover myself with my hair, but Michael came over to me pushed it back over my shoulders. He told me to stay exactly where I was, and then turned to Liz, who was looking at him miserably.
âMichael, itâs not what you think. Jade had a bad night and I was just trying to comfort herâ
Michael looked at Liz and laughed, âComfort? Is that why her mouth was on your tit, Liz? Iâm not surprised with you. God knows how many guys youâve had here over the past few years. But Jade? I never would have suspected this from you.â
I was mortified! What if Michael called my parents? They would kill me, maybe literally.
Michael stared at me really hard, his eyes taking in my naked breasts and my shorts. I tried not to cry, but the tears were slowly streaming down my face.
âI guess youâre parents would be pretty pissed if they found out about this wouldnât they, Jade? I know how it is for you, so Iâm going to give you a break. Iâm not going to call them, but you have to do exactly what I tell you to. If you donât the deal's off and I callâ.
âThank you, Michael. Iâve never done anything like that before, and I swear I wonât ever do it again.â I started to go get my shirt when he grabbed my arm.
âI didnât tell you to move, did Iâ, he asked, âYou will get dressed when I tell you to. Right now you and Liz sit down on the futonâ.
We obeyed immediately, and Michael sat in a chair across from us. He was so good looking, with curly black hair and gorgeous green eyes. He was about 6â5â, a foot taller than me, and had this incredible, toned body. I had a crush on him from the time Liz and I became friends at age 8, so I was terribly embarrassed that he had caught me in this situation.