Note to readers: Aggie and I met online and she told me about her first experience kissing another girl. I asked her for permission to post her story about how she and another girl practiced kissing together. We had fun writing this together and really hope you like the result!
During her senior year of high school Aggie had a sleepover with Céline, her friend from class. They were both brilliant class nerds who spent most of their time studying. They were tied for first in their class and were the best of friends.
Céline's parents were away, but trusted their nerdy daughter and her nerdy friend not to do anything foolish while they were gone. And sure enough, at the beginning of the evening the good nerds did all their homework, including the extra credit work. But when they finished it was way too early to go to bed. So they started talking.
But they didn't talk about schoolwork or intellectual subjects (they weren't complete nerds). They talked about the girls and boys in their school. About who was dating who, who wanted to date who, and which girls probably were having sex with which boys.
Until Céline's sister Sophie arrived. She was finishing her second year of college and was 20 years old. She was quite experienced compared to the other two girls, who were quite innocent considering they were both 18. Sophie had come back from her university for the weekend.
Before Sophie arrived Aggie and Celine had confessed to each other that they had never kissed anyone. Other than relatives of course. Each had long been curious what kissing was like. But each admitted, with substantial embarrassment, that no boy had ever tried to kiss them. At least, no boy that they had wanted to kiss. Both girls were quite pretty, but they intimidated most of the boys because of their intelligence.
As Sophie arrived she heard the end of their conversation, and laughed as she entered Céline's room. She thought it was funny that they had never kissed anyone. She told them they were far too old to have never done kissed anyone. Sophie added that even if all of the boys in their high school were too pimply faced and immature to take seriously, Céline and Aggie had better learn how to kiss properly to prepare themselves for college.
Sophie then announced that Aggie and Céline should practice kissing! In fact, they simply MUST practice kissing. With Céline as their teacher.
The girls froze.
"But we have no boys to practice with. We're both girls," replied Aggie, with tension, puzzlement, and even a tiny bit of fear in her voice.
"I know," said Sophie with laughter.
Sophie added: "It's better that you'll learn how to kiss -- how to really kiss -- with another girl. You'll practice with me and with each other as much as you need to. You'll really learn how to do it in the best way possible. You'll gain valuable experience and become experts. For a kiss to be pleasurable for your partner, you have to have confidence, and practice will give you confidence."
After a pause Sophie added: "Besides -- girls kiss better than boys. Kissing girls is better than kissing boys. Better practice, better for real, better in every way."
Aggie and Céline gasped. They froze. Too shocked to say anything.
"Yes, I kiss both boys and girls. And I can tell you that girls kiss more warmly, more intimately, more softly. Girls have softer lips and don't have scratchy faces. Another girl will sense your mood better, and will know whether you want to be kissed lightly, firmly, more passionately, or more slowly. Boys almost always kiss too firmly, too quickly, and not nearly enough times. They lack patience. They can't sense your mood.
And with a girl, when you open your eyes you'll see beauty. You'll discover that it's also sublime to kiss girls' cheeks, eyes, shoulders, neck -- in fact, everywhere. It's so much better kissing a girl anywhere at all, than kissing a boy -- well, - anywhere. Its simply more erotic, sexier, better than kissing boys in every way.
Let's get started. Since I don't want to kiss my sister, Aggie and I will start. Stand up and face me, Aggie. Aggie, pretend that I'm a boy. That's right. I'm a boy. Close your eyes and pretend you're about to kiss a boy."
Aggie and Sophie stood and Aggie nervously giggled, while trying to -- or trying not to -- look at Sophie. Aggie's state of mind was somewhere between surprise and the desire to know what kissing was all about. She had often wanted to know, but had always assumed her first kisses would be with a boy. A real boy, not a pretend boy.
Aggie laughed nervously. "OK, you're a boy. A boy. But I can see that you're the prettiest boy in the world. But since you ae a boy, I'll kiss you."
Sophie responded, "Close your eyes and pretend I'm a boy."
Aggie stopped laughing and was ready to begin. She closed her eyes.
But as soon as their lips touched, ever so sweetly, Aggie felt dizzy. Gone was the game of pretending she was kissing a boy. Aggie was well aware she was kissing a girl. A beautiful, passionate girl. With awesomely soft lips.
At the second kiss, which was firmer, she felt Sophie's tongue against her lips and then penetrate them. Then she felt Sophie's arms wrap around her. To her surprise, Aggie felt tingling in her breasts. It was a real French kiss, and innocent Aggie was overwhelmed by it. Her nipples instantly perked up and hardened.
As they continued to kiss Aggie quickly started to feel like she was drunk, with butterflies in her stomach. She quickly became more and more wet. Then confident Sophie took command. She kissed Aggie's eyes, cheeks, shoulders, and especially her neck. Almost everywhere above her T shirt, including her shoulders and neck.
