I guess it was during my senior year in high school that I had begun to look at other girls a little differently in more than a friend sort of way. I still liked guys, and dated quite a bit, but there was always something missing with them, and something inside of me that made me more attracted to girls. Little did I know that a few years later a close relationship with my best friend would turn into something much more than I could have ever hoped for.
I was finally back home in Tucson Arizona. I had spent the last 4 years away with my Dad following him around to all his different jobs as a consultant for the Air Force. I was celebrating my 21st birthday (a few weeks late) and I had invited all my old friends. My best friend Brooke was looking especially nice. She and I have always had a very special relationship and it really broke my heart the winter I had to leave to go with my Dad. We always kept in touch during my Dadās escapades. One time she even flew out to see me in North Dakota.
It was like old times to have her and the old gang at my party. When we were all in high school, we were inseparable. We were all cheerleaders, and on the volleyball team, and hung out at the mall on weekends. I had even invited Brookeās little sister Julie. Often times Brooke would have to bring Julie with her when we would go out somewhere, and at the time it was a pain. Julie always wanted to hang out with us, but being three years younger than us, she usually ended up being a complete pest. I was surprised at how she had developed into a very attractive girl. Not at all the awkward little pest I remembered from four years ago.
It didnāt seem like that long ago. The years had really flown by. My Dad had been transferred to Florida with the Air Force, and it was quite a change from Arizona. The sunshine was nice, but the humidity was brutal. A couple of weeks after moving there, I met Stacy. She lived in our apartment complex. She was my age and even more of a tomboy than I was, but she was fun to be with. One day she asked me if I would like to go to the beach and hang out with some of her friends. I told her that sounded great and we went by my apartment so I could get my suit. I quickly put on my bikini and we headed off for the day. I noticed right away that her friends were a little different than I was used to back in Tucson. They all had tattoos, body piercings and had shorter haircuts than my other friends had. Stacy was not as wild looking or as āmade upā as they were, however, when she removed her T-shirt, I couldnāt help but notice that she did have a tattoo of a dragon on her back. It looked like it was coming up from the crack of her butt, and was quite sexy. She then introduced me to her friends and they all seemed to like me. They asked if I was an Air Force brat. I told them that I was and asked what it was that gave it away. They told me that I didnāt look, or act like a local, and I surely didnāt have the accent, and since the base was in the next town it was an easy deduction.
We were at the beach all day, and my tan was really coming along nicely. Stacy had asked if I wanted her to rub lotion on my back a couple of times, and I of course did the same for her, but it made me feel funny in the pit of my stomach. I really enjoyed touching her body and feeling her skin. I brushed it off as something the sun was doing to me, and didnāt think about it again until she asked to do it again. I told her that she had just done it, and that I was fine. She told me she thought she missed a spot on my back, so I complied with her wishes and rolled over onto my stomach. Unlike the times before, she had a deliberate feel to her application of lotion to my body, like a massage.
She started at my shoulders and quickly moved towards my hips and the top of my bikini bottoms. She even went as far as to run her fingers just inside of the elastic. The pressure of her touch was doing things to me that I enjoyed, but couldnāt explain. I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach, and another feeling in my crotch. I was actually being turned on by another girlās touch. I let out a low moan and seemed to sink into the sand as her hand rubbed down my sides and across the top of my butt. Then she stopped! I was upset! I turned to ask her why she stopped, and she smiled at me and told me she needed more lotion to do my legs. My heart was racing as I settled back down onto my towel.
She started at my ankles and worked up using the same pressure and diligence she had on my back. I loved this. She worked up my calves and my thighs, till she was running her fingers just inside the leg holes of my bikini. I was so turned on by now; I didnāt know what to do. The feelings in my stomach and in my crotch had merged and I was crazy with lust at this point. I had never had sex, and I hadnāt really thought of it until now. None of the guys I had dated ever got me this excited. Even with all of their pawing and groping, I never felt anything like this. My body was telling me things it never had before. Stacy said something that shot through me like a bullet.
āYouāre wet down there,ā she said. I felt so embarrassed! I had a wet spot in the crotch of my bikini, and there was no way of denying that her touch had excited me sexually. I managed a small apology as I buried my head in my hands.
āWhat for?ā she said laughingly, āThatās what I was trying forā. I rolled over and looked up at her. She had a very pretty and satisfied look on her face. I asked her why she did that, and she told me that she thought I would like it. I told her that she was right, and that I had enjoyed it tremendously. Then she just leaned down and kissed me. It took me totally by surprise. She stayed inches from my face, and this time we leaned in together and kissed each other. Her tongue slid passed my lips and mingled with mine. I had my first orgasm right then. She stopped first and looked at me.
āYouāve never kissed anyone before have you?ā she said coyly. I told her that I had been kissed by boys in high school, but never like she had just done. She asked me if I liked it, and I replied by pulling her to me and kissing her again. We laid there on my towel kissing for what seemed like an hour, but a quick glance at my watch next to me told me it had only been a few minutes.