"I suppose that was a silly thought, but at the time I didn't realize there are more important things in life. Anyway, Rebecca continued licking Tina's, um, pussy, and I could see that they were both enjoying themselves greatly."
"Now, the reason I brought up this rather incredible story, is to illustrate that one may gather meaning from even the most remote events. I certainly wasn't a lesbian, but from viewing those two sweet girls together, I learned a very valuable life lesson."
"What was it?" asked Samantha, finding a strange itch beginning to make itself known in her privates.
"I think, perhaps, I should just show you what happened, you know, through your clothes, so you can know how it was," Mary suggested.
To her own surprise, Samantha quickly agreed. Mary stood, and took Samantha's hand. "Come along," she said, and walked toward the bedroom. Samantha showed no reluctance in following. The two lay on Mary's bed, on top of her duvet, and Mary rested on her side, Samantha on her back. Mary leaned her face into Samantha's and softly kissed the dark-haired teen, Samantha at first shy, but soon, eager in returning Mary's kisses.
Samantha sighed at once again feeling a woman's tender, warm lips on hers, and she began comparing the feeling to Brad, her boyfriend's kisses. Sadly, Brad was coming in second in Samantha's estimation. When Mary began kissing Samantha's soft, smooth throat, Samantha thrilled to the sensation - it felt like the most exquisite sensation Samantha had ever experienced - a woman's soft, gentle lips caressing her smooth throat, her pulse racing just microns away from Mary's warm mouth.
"Ohhh," Samantha moaned, her body thrilling to the special tenderness of another woman's kisses and attention. She barely noticed Mary unbuttoning her blouse.
"Just as Rebecca did to Tina," Mary murmured to Samantha, kissing her earlobe softly, her hot breath racing over and tickling the girl's ear. Samantha giggled. Mary's hands were free to roam over Samantha's upper body once her pleasant task of undressing the young girl's top was completed. Samantha made no effort to stop Mary, and it was clear that any resistance she might have had, was fading rapidly.
'Suddenly' was finally having an irreversible effect on its innocent subject.
Samantha heard someone moaning, and then realized with a start, that it was she who was making the sound.
"Ohh, yes, yes, oh Mary," she cooed, as the woman worshipped Samantha's delicate and lovely throat, gradually moving her mouth back up to the teen girl's mouth, their lips coming together as inevitably and smoothly as a beautiful woman takes to luxury. Samantha's hands curled around the back of Mary's neck as they kissed, their breasts coming together warmly, followed by Mary's hand softly caressing Samantha's small but perfect breasts through her virginal white bra.
"Ah, I must-"
Mary gasped, pulling at the top of one of Samantha's bra cups. Samantha's small, pink areola, then her pink nipple, even then stiffening, came into Mary's view, the woman's blue eyes widening with pleasure.
"So perfect," she crooned, her mouth descending past the white lace to touch the lightly freckled flesh of Samantha's young breast, then to the more darkly pebbled nipple, sucking the nubbin into her mouth, warm, wet lips savoring sweet female flesh, salty sweet with the flavor of young innocent girl.
Samantha moaned again, the new sensation of gentle lips caressing newly sensitive nipple making its way hastily to the girl's clitoris, overwhelming pleasure taking control away from the inexperienced teenager. Her hips moved on their own, an instinctive reaction to the pleasure of lovemaking, her body craving more, desperately hoping that Mary understood what she needed.
Mary understood only too well.
She reached under the girl, and in seconds had her bra off, her two lovely apples offered up for the virgin sacrifice. Mary planted numerous kisses on Samantha's increasingly sensitive breasts and nipples, each touch of Mary's mouth, lips, tongue and fingers sending a shipment of small ecstasy to be stored in the tiny clitoris, even now swelling dangerously with female pleasure.
But Mary was hardly likely to be satisfied with just Samantha's breasts, as heavenly as they were. She lusted after the girl's entire body, mind and soul. Mary kissed her way down Samantha's only slightly puffy tummy, her lips caressing and inhaling both, the undiscovered country on the way to Samantha's sweet virginal pussy.
Samantha had trouble understanding the emotions that she was experiencing, and the sensations that she was feeling, but she knew that she wanted them to go on until they washed her away in a flood of ecstasy and contentment. Mary was resolved that Samantha would be converted in that wave of Sapphic delirium to be her lover, that Samantha's sweet young body would disclose all of its tasty secrets to her.
Mary's fingers slipped down the rough, thick fabric of Samantha's denim skirt, to curl underneath the sewed hem, not yet beginning to fray, into the warmth between the girl's legs, back upward along the more heated flesh of Samantha's inner thigh. Her thigh was smooth and inviting, and Mary ached for the moment when her lips would cover that same path, on the way to Samantha's hidden treasure.
"No...no," Samantha moaned, in what Mary regarded as a pro forma protest.
"Do you really want me to stop?" Mary teasingly asked the girl, her face screwed up in what could have been a sign of ultimate pleasure or ultimate torment.
"No...no, don't stop," Samantha pleaded, her reluctance to be touched in her most intimate places a sham, the desire for ecstasy foremost in Samantha's mind and being. The moral upbringing she had experienced over eighteen years, washed away in a few seconds of lesbian temptation. Mary's lips returned to Samantha's mouth, and all locks suddenly opened.
Mary's fingers danced over Samantha's increasingly warm and humid inner thighs, skin pebbling from relatively cool fingertips, until the slick, wet cotton of Samantha's panties barred entry to further teasing access. As though confounded by the fabric, Mary's fingertips slid upwards at the hot and moist juncture of Samantha's thighs, skating over a convenient ridge of flesh pointed toward the girl's swelling pink clitoris.
As Samantha took in the sensation of having her labia touched for the first time by someone with sexual intent, she inhaled sharply as the pleasure of experience caressing her vaginal lips sent itself forward to the last intended target, her plump and ready clitoris, even now bulging out the fabric of her panties in its small way.
The pressure and itching of her clitoris was threatening to overtake her young mind, and she surrendered to it, not wanting to deny the pleasure. Mary's finger continued caressing Samantha's hot labia, then paused as it approached the temple of her clitoris, wanting to pay due to the object of worship
Mary's fingertip circled Samantha's clit, the pressure and sensation through the sheer cotton of her panties still almost exquisitely painful to Samantha's ultra-sensitive pearl of nerve ending-rich flesh.
All this time - an eternity to Samantha - Mary was softly kissing Samantha, their lips locked in what Samantha would always remember as the greatest kiss she would ever experience - though there would undoubtedly be many, many more passionate female kisses in her future.
Their bodies writhing together, warm female flesh touching and frustrating, Mary wanted to bring Samantha over the edge. Her finger, softly caressing small circles around Samantha's clit, slowly pressed across her clitoris, sensation suddenly crashing through Samantha's groin and brain nearly simultaneously, color, scent and music exploding through her body, hips shaking in her first, very real orgasm, Mary's expert finger directing the symphony of pleasure coursing through the girl's nerve endings.
"Oh...oh...oh god...god...oh stop stop!" Samantha begged, pushing Mary's hand away from her pussy. She lay in Mary's bed, breathing heavily, catching her breath, and then looked up at Mary, inches away, a shy smile breaking out on her face.
"Oh...that was really nice," Samantha said.
"Have you never, um, played with your pussy or clit before?" Mary asked, trying to assess the girl's experience. "Or let your boyfriend touch you?"
