OK, maybe I was a little naive. Here I was 18 and had never masturbated. I had had sex with a few guys, but just never did that to myself. My family was very verbal about their disapproval of it. So, I just never did it. I would hear the girls talking about it in school. I would just smile and nod along, like I knew it all. I never told any of my friends, not until Ashley.
She was a little younger than me and had just transferred from an all girl catholic school. Her parents had split up and she had moved with her dad and older brother here. I thought she was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Her hair was a soft chocolate brown, which she wore in a long braid. She had large pale blue eyes that looked like they had already seen the world and all it had to offer. Her lips were her best facial feature. They were well formed, with a deep dip on top, and pouty. She looked like a little girl who hadn't gotten her way. When I first met her, I wanted so badly just to see what those lips felt like. I'm not a lesbian or anything. I just like how girls are all soft and sweet. They're nice to make out with.
She and I hit it off right away. We had all the same classes, so we talked a lot. Her second weekend in town, I invited her to stay the night. She agreed to be at my house at seven on Friday.
At exactly seven she rang the doorbell. When I answered the door, I had a hard time not letting my jaw drop. She was wearing a tight low cut the same color as her eyes. Her 34B breasts peaked out above the collar. The skirt she was wearing was one of those short white tennis skirts. It showed off her long slim legs and high round ass very nicely. She smiled at me, showing off her perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth, and walked right in.
"So, I'm here. Where should I put my stuff?" She asked raising her leather duffle bag in the air. I could barely think. She was so sexy. I was having thoughts I'd never had before, thoughts of more than just kissing her. I pulled myself together and led her to my room.
"Nice room," she said as she looked around. She threw her bag on my pink bedspread and sat down beside it. Her legs parted a bit, giving me a view of her white cotton panties. I could feel myself getting excited. What was going on? I am not a lesbian, I thought. Yet I was having some definitely lesbian thoughts.
"Um, thanks. Uh, my parents are going out tonight. So it's just us in the house. Unless my brother doesn't have a date. Then he'll be here too." I was really hoping my brother would go out so I would have a chance to be alone with her. I wanted to act on my newfound ideas.
We went downstairs and had some sandwiches and soda. She told me about her old town, her old boyfriends, and what she was planning on doing after high school. I tried to listen, but thoughts of her kissing me with those full lips and me touching her white panties, kept running through my head. My pussy was getting so wet. I had no idea what was going on in my head, but I kind of liked it.
Around nine my parents left saying they'd be home around three. My brother Jeff left about an hour later. Finally, Ashley and I were all alone. I was getting nervous. If she knew the thoughts running through my head, she'd probably leave. I had to play it cool.
We went back up to my room and turned on my TV. She started flipping channels with the remote. She stopped on some soft porn movie on one of the pay channels. The screen was filled with three lesbians kissing each other. One of the girls was a blonde with huge, but fake, tits. The other two were brunettes, with equally huge and fake tits.
