AUTHORS NOTE: As with some of my stories, this submission is not intended to portray any character under the age of 18. However, I have deliberately omitted detailed descriptions, references to the age of each character in the story so that you can use your imagination to insert the respective persons, ages and physical attributes of your choice.
Everyone remembers their first sexual experience with a guy growing up. My first time with a guy was when I was fairly young. Although he was my cousin, I really don't consider that to have been incest. Isn't that with your immediate family? Any ways, I want to tell you about my first sexual experience with another girl.
When I was in school growing up in a small Pennsylvania town, I had several close friends many of them were girlfriends. From those girlfriends I had an inner circle of what you would call my really close friends.
They didn't have gangs back then we were just a click. Sherrie, Karen, Cathy and I were inseparable. Wherever I went, we usually went together. Especially to parties. We all hung out at the park and the river together.
The Allegheny river ran behind my house and we would go down to the river at night to drink, get high and listen to music while we gabbed about stuff. The hardest drug we ever did was pot, but the good thing about pot is that it brings out your real feelings.
I'm not sure when it was that I first knew that I had sexual feelings toward other women. I think it was when I had several of my girlfriends sleeping over and we were all doing each others hair.
When we were getting ready for bed, we thought nothing of taking our close off in front of one another. We would usually comment on our development and then joke about it.
I have Auburn hair and I had what I considered an average body, not fat and not skinny. I had perky little breast.
Sherrie had long blond hair and long legs to match. She had slightly larger breast then me. She was the boy killer of our group. She was a Farrah Faucet look alike right down to the hair and smile.
Karen had brown hair and she was as skinny as a bean pole. I wonder now if she was anorexic. She had very small breast.
Cathy had hair like mine and a body like mine. Cathy (who was our source of laughter) was the early bloomer when it came to breast. Her breasts were huge. People would call us sisters and the only way they could tell us apart was by her breast. It was at one of these sleep overs that I first recall having what can be best described as butterflies in my stomach and a tingling sensation in my pussy.
We were all getting ready for bed when one of us, I can't remember who started a pillow fight which promptly turned into a wrestling match.
We were in different stages of being undressed. I had only a pair of cotton panties on with no bra and Sherrie had a pair of black lace panties and a black camisole. Karen was in her panties, bra and a T-shirt. Cathy had just taken off her bra and panties and was bare ass naked.
I remember because she had just hit me with a pillow and just as I was about to hit her back she grabbed me around my waist and pulled me toward her. My face landed in her beautiful full breast and I felt her soft skin on my face. She smelled intoxicating.
We struggled till we fell to the ground. As we rolled around on the floor, our wrestling turned into a tickle fight. She was grabbing my breast and I was pinching her nipples to stop her. It was then that she rolled on top of me and straddled my body to hold my arms above my head so she had a clear shot at my arm pits. Her ass was on my breast as she pinned my upper body down with her knees.
As she tickled my arm pits, I began to squirm with laughter. As I squirmed, Cathy's body began to move forward moving her pussy closer to my face. I was staring straight at my best friends pussy trying not to be to noticeable and at the same time not make her stop and move off of me. Like her breast, she had already developed a nice patch of pubic hair around her pussy. Her lips were slightly open as she squirmed on my chest.
As she leaned forward to control my hands, I could feel her pussy lips spread open on my skin. There was a moist feeling on my skin as her pussy slid back and forth on me.
Just then I heard the room get quite as Sherrie and Karen both started making comments like "hey you two do you want us to leave you to lovers alone" and "wow we didn't know you were lezbos." Cathy stopped tickling me to notice how close her pussy was to my face.
Before she got off she gave me a look that I will never forget. She had a devilish smile and look in her eye like she knew exactly what she was doing. I got up and pushed her like I was making a point that I was upset with her. We all laughed as Cathy said "they know about us now Patty."
We all finished getting ready for bed and as Cathy was pulling her T-shirt over her head she once again gave me that same look. I buttoned my sleep shirt and we all climbed into bed.
We didn't go to sleep for hours as we gabbed about our friends and guys. As a ritual we all described our dream guys and when it came to Cathy, she once again made us all bust out laughing when she described "me" as her dream lover.
We fell asleep that night, but as I laid there on the floor next to my friends I couldn't get the image of Cathy's beautiful pussy out of my head.
After that sleep over I felt a strange feeling inside that I wasn't sure how to deal with. Whenever we all got together, I couldn't help but think and look at Cathy in a new way. Cathy didn't help things by suggesting to everyone that we were sweet on each other.
This teasing continued into later that year. If it wasn't for that summer when I went camping with my cousins where I had my first sexual experience. I might have thought I was a lesbian and everyone would have thought this as well. But after that experience and my telling my girlfriends about it (I told them I met a guy there, I didn't think they would understand it was actually my cousins, but I really didn't lie about the sex).
They all knew that I was straight. I even proved it by having sex with guys at parties. I even fucked and sucked off a guy in front of everyone. Sure it was a dare, but at least it stopped the rumors and besides he was cute guy.
Cathy still did her best by trying to confuse everyone by calling me her lover and kissing me at parties so everyone still thought I liked girls as well, which turned out to be cool. Everyone thought I was a cool and a wild sexually open girl who liked both sexes. (That's called being Bi now).
We still had sleep overs, but instead of doing each others hair we would read playgirl magazines and we would steal our father's Penthouse magazines and read the forum stories out loud. We would check out the pictures and imitate the women's poses.
Cathy would sometimes act like the guy with a sock in her panties or a banana in her hand holding it to her pussy. She would act out the sex in the magazines with me being the girl. I would gladly play along by rubbing her sock cock in her panties or stroking her banana. I would even swallow the banana.
Let me tell you I got more experience and training sucking on peeled bananas' then you can imagine. I think that's why guys tell me that I have a velvet touch. You try and not leave marks on the banana and for sure not bite it. I always blew my friends away by taking the most down in banana sucking contests. But I knew something was going on inside of me when I caught myself fantasizing about Cathy fucking me with a banana and other objects.