You need to understand that the timing was just right and that this was something that just happened. It wasn't planned in any way. It just turned out the way that it did. Probably because we were teens and didn't deal with a lot of the things that bother the older person.
I was getting ready to enter my senior year in high school when this happened to me. A friend of mine was spending the summer with us due to the fact that she had finally showed a stepfather's true colors. He had been molesting her for a long while when she came down with an STD. She spent the summer with us to get away from him and to allow her to heal somewhat. Medically speaking she was fine and the doctor had given her a clean bill of health.
So to further set the stage for you here is the where it happened. I was moving hay in our barn. Bales, and by hand. About 200 of them to be exact. We lived in Central Florida at the time, and was it hot. Even as a girl, I wore tee shirts that had the sleeves cut out and the neckband cut away and the slit down the front was as far as I dared to go with it. Cut off jean shorts were also a staple of the wardrobe. The less clothing the better. Especially when working in the barn. It would be 10 degrees hotter in there than outside.
I had brought the igloo cooler out with iced tea in it with me. Dara had followed as she was prone to do. My brothers scared her, and she didn't want to be left alone in the house with that many males. Because of what her step-dad had done to her. So, it was like having a shadow. Many times that is what she put me in the mind of, a shadow. She was about 5 ft 4 and maybe 120 lbs. Her brown hair was cut short in a pageboy. She had hazel eyes that seemed to big for her face. Her tits were small and she had legs that wouldn't quit. But then come to think of it so did I. I was 5 ft 8 and about 160 lbs, all shoulders, tits, and legs. I wore a 38C cup bra back then. I have always shaved my lips because I don't like the hair getting caught in the leg of my panties. I spent a good portion of my time outside so not only was I tan, but had a athletic build to go with it.
We were in the barn and she had started to ask questions about sex and what was it like when you did it because you wanted too. I sit down on a hay bale, pulled the cooler over and got a glass of tea. I knew even at that age we were going to have to talk about this at some point. She knew that I had been fucking the guy down the street for some time. So I just said to her, "Ask what you really want to know." She looked at me with that big eyed look and said quietly, "I want to know it all." So I asked her what she knew about her own body. The response was nothing. She was staring at the floor, her hair hiding her face. I stood up and stripped, figuring the best way to start was to show her what she was equipped with. I spread a saddle blanket on the bale and sat back down. I showed her my clit among other things and she asked if she could touch it. It just happened. One minute we were talking in a almost clinical fashion and the next I had reached up and kissed her. She didn't seem afraid of me and as I slowly licked, nibbled and kissed my way down her body, she begin to warm to the situation.
I don't think that I forced anything on her. She was asking questions and doing the mirror image of what I did to her to me. I couldn't think of a better way to teach her what her body was capable of if she would just allow herself to do what came naturally. She had her face between my legs and her back to the ladder when I happen to look up and see Larry standing there with a ear to ear grin on his face. I told her to stop a minute. She looked up at me and must have seen his reflection in my eyes. She screamed a little scream and tried to hide herself. When that didn't work then she hid behind me like a little kid when scared.