Hi Shirley,
I'm glad to hear you are doing OK. I really enjoyed your long letter, emphasis on 'really'. You got my female sex drive in high gear. Hearing about your very first time sex was lots of fun and very exciting. You are a good writer, and I loved all the of the spicy, intimate, descriptive, juicy details. Did I miss any? I had to read it with one hand part of the time, the other was very busy. You can guess where!
That Tommy must have been a real lover, and sounds like he was very good at gently busting your cherry. I loved your description of his cock. I might have tried to lure him away if I'd known what a good lover he was - just kidding. He was a very nice boy. Too bad he moved away.
Speaking of that, I wish we still lived close. I miss our double dates and seeing you often. When you get a full scholarship, like you did, you have to take advantage of it. Seeing you only once or twice a year isn't so hot. I miss you, Kid. Glad your grades are way up there, you always were the smart one, intellectually, that is. AND you have always had a good sense of humor!
OK, OK, if you insist, I'll tell you about my first time with sex! I hope you aren't too shocked, because it wasn't with a boy, but a girl. It was before you moved here. I was young and innocent. As you know, my parents are still strict with me about boys, and particularly sex. You never knew Jean, she was a doll. She moved away just before you moved here. You would have liked her too.
Jean and I had known each other for probably three or four years. She lived down the street, and had become good friends. We palled around together and she'd sleep over here, and I'd sleep over at her house.
We were young and both budding out. My breasts were getting big, and very sensitive. Hers were budding too, but weren't as large as mine. We were over at her house one night in her upstairs bedroom. Her parents bedroom was at the other end of the house and we had the door locked, something my mother never let me do.
I'll finish this in narrative style, just like it happened. Makes it more interesting too. I remember it almost as if it happened yesterday. Every juicy, spicy, delicious, wonderful detail. Here goes!! -------!
"Your breasts sure have grown lately." Jean said. We were sitting on the bed looking at fashion magazines. "I wish mine were as big as yours."
"Mine kind of just got big all of a sudden. I went from an A cup to a C cup in four months. They get in the way sometimes. Yours will probably grow soon. You'll probably inherit your mom's breasts. You have nice tits anyway. You're an A cup aren't you?" I asked.
"Yeah. All the boys go for big breasts on girls. Are yours sensitive?
"Mine feel very sensitive sometimes." She said.
"Do, they? My nipples are so sensitive, sometimes they get real hard and poke out. Do yours get hard?" I said rubbing my hand over one breast.
"Let me see yours. Take your top off." Jean said.
I slipped my PJ top off. We'd seen each together naked lots of times. My breasts stood out firm and proud. The nipple I had brushed jutted out. My aureoles were rather large, cone shaped and pale pink.
"God, they are beautiful." Jean said, then hesitated a moment. "Can I touch them?"
"Sure." I said. She reached over and cupped them and ran her hands over them. She lifted them gently and weighed them in her hands. It felt good. I closed my eyes. "Mnnn, that feels good. Sometimes I play with them. I rub them and run my finger around and around the nipples."
"Can I?" Jean asked softly. "Please?" I just nodded. She stroked them and it felt so good. Her fingers teased my nipples to hard erect points. I didn't want her to stop. My pussy felt all tingly, and I almost melted inside.
"Take your top off too, let me see your breasts." I said my voice hoarse with what I didn't know, but was desire. She pulled her top off.
She is a lovely girl, with short blonde hair and a beautiful face and slender body. Her breasts were smaller, but beautiful, like champagne glass sized. Her aureoles were small and pink, her nipples small points. "Your breasts are beautiful too. They'll get larger. Are they sensitive too?" I asked.
She thrust them out. I reached out and cupped them. Her skin was hot and her small breasts firm. She actually trembled when I stroked them.
"Oh, that feels good. Your hands are so soft, and warm." She said reaching out to fondle mine again. We sat close, each fondling and caressing the others breasts. It felt so good.
"God, that feels wonderful. Does it make you feel good some place else." I asked.
"Does it make my pussy tingle? It sure does. Do you play with your pussy? Masturbate?" She asked looking me in the eye.
"Oh, God, yes. My mother would kill me if she knew. She caught me when I was little and spanked me and told me my hand would rot off if I touched myself 'down there'. I just do it when I'm sure she wouldn't catch me. Yeah, I masturbate lots. Do you?" I asked warming to the conversation.
"Some, but it just doesn't do much for me. Do you really enjoy it?" She asked frowning slightly. Our hands continued to stroke. I rolled her small nipples gently. I could feel my pussy getting wet.
"When I 'cum' I have to put a pillow over my face sometimes, or I'd moan so loud Mom would be in the room in an instant. It almost turns me wrong side out, it seems, it feels so good. You feeling my tits has made it tingle, and I get all wet. Do you feel that way?"
"Yes, my pussy gets tingly, but when I rub it, it doesn't feel all that good. I wish it did." She said in a disappointed tone. "Mom caught me masturbating one day, but she didn't object. She just walked out. Later she hugged me and told me that it was OK to masturbate."
"Really? My mom raised Holy Hell. Sex is wrong according to her. I wonder sometimes, how I got here. " I said. My breasts ached as she fondled them. My slit felt all tingly.
