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 Dadâs 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 Brookeâs 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 didnât 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 âmade upâ as they were, however, when she removed her T-shirt, I couldnât 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 didnât look, or act like a local, and I surely didnât 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 didnât 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 couldnât 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 girlâs 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 didnât 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 hadnât 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.
âYouâre wet down there,â 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.
âWhat for?â she said laughingly, âThatâs what I was trying forâ. 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.
âYouâve never kissed anyone before have you?â 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.
We finally pulled away from each other and Stacy asked me if I wanted anything to drink, and I told her that sounded like and excellent idea. My mouth had become very dry with the absence of Stacyâs. As my mind began to come back to normal, I realized how strange it was that none of her friends said anything. Where I was from, two girls kissing would have raised more than a few eyebrows, and at the very least some awkward throat clearing. But this was different. There was nothing. It was like it was expected. When Stacy returned I quietly asked her why none of her friends had said anything about us kissing, and she laughed. She asked me if I had been living under a rock. I looked back at her with a puzzled look.
âWe are lesbians,â she said, almost too loud. Well, then it all made perfect sense. The absences of any guys, the less than feminine attire, and the fact that they hadnât said anything about Stacy and I making out. âDuhâ I thought to myself. I felt really stupid. Stacy put her arm around me and told me not to worry about it, that it was just a first timers mistake. I felt better being in her arms again, and wanted it to last forever, but it was getting late and we had to go.
The next few months were incredible. I learned more about my body and how to please myself as well as how to please another girl. Stacy told me that I was a natural at pleasing another girl. I loved giving and receiving oral sex. I loved the taste of it, and loved the taste of mine as well. I loved kissing Stacy after she had licked my pussy, and tasting my juices on her lips. I would have never thought that having sex with another girl could have been so exciting. Stacy showed me things that I would have never thought of. She had a wonderful collection of sex toys, and she used all of them on me. I still liked looking at cute guys, but the feeling was different.
I really liked looking at and being with cute girls. Besides, with all the toys Stacy had, there wasnât much use for a guy. Even with all of the fun I was having with Stacy, there was still something missing. I knew that with Stacy it was just great sex, but there could never be anything more. She and I didnât have anything in common other than sex. I began to think of what it would be like to make love to someone instead of just having sex. That someone was Brooke.
Brooke learned of my interest in girls, and my passion for her, about four months later when she had come to see me in North Dakota. Just another one of the many bases my Dad was stationed at. We were in my room changing clothes when she noticed me looking at her. She thought there was something wrong with her because of my intent stare. I told her that she had a very pretty body and that she looked very sexy. She blushed and turned away from me as I approached her. I asked her if my compliment had made her uncomfortable, and she told me that it did a little.