This is a true story, the names of the woman involved has not been changed because she approves of this account of my experience and this story is a tribute to her and her unrivaled understanding.
My name is Amanda and I would like to tell you about my first sexual experience with another woman, I was much younger and quite inexperienced compared to her, but it was a special time in my life that I will always remember and treasure. Just the previous summer, my body had undergone some incredible changes that I still wasn't sure how to deal with. I went from virtually flat-chested to a C-cup and developed hips, so I had gone from "flat as a board" to hour glass figure. I was secretly delighted with my new womanly body and had taken to wearing tight clothes to show it off. My best friend, Sarah, was terribly jealous from what little I saw of her, she had no curves to speak of and looked as if she would be an A-cup for good. She had always envied my long blonde hair and my pale complexion, but now she told me she hated me for being so utterly feminine! I laughed because I had always envied her for her gorgeous long legs and beautiful eyes. Sarah and I had been close friends for years and shared everything, we spent most of are spare time hanging out at my house, when we weren't shopping that is.
At this time, I had an older brother, twenty-seven, who had left home, and an older sister, twenty, who still lived at home. We were lucky to grow up in a large house with a huge garden, which gave us the space to escape from parents, a must for most growing teenagers and looking back a must for their parents. My sister had a close friend who was also always hanging around at the house with my sister, her name was Kim and she was the same age as my sister. Kim was gay and had come out while she was in her last year at school and it spread like wild-fire through the school. From that moment on only her best friend, my sister, had stuck by her, the rest of the girls in school avoided her, it was an unhappy time for Kim but after leaving school at 16 and going to large College she and her sexuality was accepted by her fellow students.
Kim had a lovely smile with beautiful full lips and an infectious laugh. She was well liked by students, colleagues and parents alike. She had dark short cut hair and sparking blue eyes. She was slim, 5'9" tall with a very boyish appearance. She always wore tight jeans and tight t-shirts that emphasized her small breasts and her boyishness. I was always fighting and arguing with Kim but privately, I rather admired Kim; I didn't think I could ever hold myself with that kind of confidence. I also envied her bubbly flirty personality, which often left me rather in awe of her. Kim was always flirting with any girl she met, she would flirt with me, deliberately brushing against me and when she looked at me it seemed that Kim held her stare for a second longer than necessary. Some times she would make me blush and my sister would chastise Kim, telling her not to flirt with her little sister but being referred to as the "little" sister embarrassed me more than Kim's flirting.
One night I dreamt that Kim came into my bedroom, quietly closed the door in the half light from the window I could see she was completely naked. Walking across the room, Kim slid into my bed, and I froze.
"It's ok," whispered Kim, "I just want to kiss you."
Before I could even protest, Kim's soft lips were on mine... sweetly and gently pressing down onto my mouth, her tongue sliding slyly between my lips. I sighed into Kim's kiss, feeling my sister's friend nude body pressing against mine...
With a gasp I woke up, finding my body was aroused; my nipples were so erect and hard. I was often embarrassed because my nipples were so large and sensitive that the rubbing of a bra would make them grow hard. Sometimes they were unmistakably visible through my clothes. In fact, they were so sensitive that sometimes just touching them would bring a tremor to my body.
Did this dream mean that I was attracted to Kim?
Did I really like girls? Or was it just brought on by Kim's flirting.
I lay in bed wondered what it would be like to kiss another girl. I'd kissed two boys... both during Truth or Dare at a party, but still. There were times when I'd thought that other girls were really attractive... but did that make me a lesbian? I was also very shy around guys. I'd never had a boyfriend because privately I was never sure about my feeling towards boys and now I was considered a kiss with another girl. That kind of behavior would be more than out of bounds... but now I was wondered. Especially what it would be like to kiss Kim with whom I was becoming pretty close to lately, we had found a shared interest in books. We hardly argued now, I always looked forward to talking with her about the book I was reading and of course her endless flirting.
Confused, I huddled in the sheets............. my pussy was wet with arousal. It took awhile before I managed to slip back into an uneasy sleep.
A few days after my dream about Kim, she was at the house with my sister.
Kim came to my room to say hello and borrow a book from me. I felt a little embarrassed even though she knew nothing about my dream. I watched Kim across the room, at the bookcase as she searched for a book and found myself looking at her backside as she searched for a book, her jeans pulled tight across her bum, I started to imagine her naked, like she was in my dream. As Kim stopped searching for a few seconds, she turned her head and looked behind her with her lovely smile, she looked directly at me. She held my stare for several moments. Then carried on looking for a book and my eyes were drawn to her bum again, Kim bent right over reaching down to the bottom shelf, Kim's panty line could clearly be seen snugly covering her little bum. Kim turned her head again and caught me looking at her bum. I looked away but found my eyes meeting Kim's several times, each time I felt my face colored more in embarrassment.
She turned to face me and asked me
"If it was okay to borrow this book about dreams"
Dreams!
I was so flustered I couldn't speak but found myself nodding an approval.
As Kim left my room she said
"You look so cute when you blushing Amanda"
That night as I lay in bed it kept going through my head, what Kim had said about me looking so cute. Did Kim feel the same as me? She was gay, maybe she fancied me but should I let her know I was having feelings for her? I'd got her mobile number from my sister's phone earlier that day when I'd felt courageous. Now I wasn't feeling all that brave. Kim at twenty seemed so much older than my sixteen years, she might dismiss me as a kid or worst still tell my sister. I typed a text on my phone.
DON"T TELL MY SISTER BUT I THINK YOUR CUTE TOO..........AMANDA
I didn't press send, I couldn't, and instead I went to the bathroom and showered. Returning to my room, I turned off the light and got in bed, I picked up my phone and looked at the text again. I told myself to be brave as I pulled the bed clothes over my head......closing my eyes I pressed send.
I was just slipping off to sleep when my phone rang.
"Hi, it's Kim"
"Oh hello" I said nervously
Thanks for the text Amanda, it's so sweet and don't worry I won't tell anyone" Kim reassured
Kim was really nice about my text, she sounded excited on the phone and after we talked about books for a while she asked me if I was free tomorrow afternoon, suggesting we could meet up and spend sometime together. Tomorrow was Saturday, I normally go shopping with Sarah but I could cancel. I said I'd like that so much. Kim said shed pick me up in her car, at the end of my street: if it would be more discreet for me. I said that would be better, so we agreed a time and said our goodbyes. I ended the call and I noticed my heart was beating faster than normal and my palms were sweating.
Is this a date? What can I wear?
I slipped off to sleep after deciding what I would wear tomorrow.
All morning I'd slipped back and forth between being incredibly nervous to being so excited about meeting Kim. Now it was ten to two and I'd be meeting Kim at Two. I looked in the mirror at myself; I looked so grow up in the black lace underwear that I'd bought that morning, along with my black high-heels. I was slightly conscious about my height being only 5'3".
I didn't wear any make-up I had such a good complexion naturally, I thought about lipstick but decided against it. I put on my favorite black slightly flared skirt it was just above my knee and gave glimpses of my thighs when I walked. Finally I slipped on my pale yellow strap top; I liked the contrast between my black bra straps and the yellow straps of my top.
As I gave my hair a final brush I noticed my nipples could be clearly seen through my tight top and for once I felt proud of them not embarrassed.
I left the house without any one noticing me go; it was such warm sunny day I didn't take my jacket. At the far end of the street I could see Kim's car, I ran as fast as I could in my high-heels to her car, jumped in and shut the door. She said Hi and kissed me on the cheek, we were driving down the main road before I smiled to myself after realizing that Kim had just kissed me. It was only on the cheek and it seemed so natural but still, a definite sign of affection. Kim suggested we could go to a quite pub that was next to a wood, that was a local beauty spot; after a drink we could have a walk together through the wood. We parked on the car park and as we walked to the pub, I took the opportunity to check out Kim's cute bum again. It was tightly encased in usual blue jeans and her "usual" tight black t-shirt and sneakers.
