I grew up on a farm where the nearest neighbor was a mile away. My dad was very religious and conservative in his thinking. He was a real control freak and wouldn't let me date until my senior year in high school. My best friend Jane, who lived in town, was on the volleyball team with me. In my junior year, we had a night game in a town fifty miles away from ours. Since I knew we'd get back in town late, I asked my dad if it was okay for me to go straight over to Jane's house and spend the night. After much cajoling, he relented.
Jane lived in a large house two blocks from the school. Her bedroom was on the second floor next to the stairs, and her parents slept in the room at the opposite end of the hallway. As we were getting ready for bed, we began talking about what it would be like to kiss a boy and letting him caress our breasts. Since neither of us had ever dated, the only thing we knew about it was what Jane's older sister use to tell us. We could only imagine. We finally went to bed after having a snack and chatting. Her parents were already asleep since they had to get up early the next morning. Jane had a double bed and we laid there in our T-shirts talking about boys. Before long, we were both very excited.
Jane was a little taller then me and had much bigger breasts. I was a little envious since I was a late bloomer. She gave me a strange smile and told me to close my eyes. I did so, not quite sure what to expect. Suddenly, her soft lips gently brushed mine in a slow kiss.
I started to open my eyes but she told me to keep them closed and pretend that she was Mark, a boy we both had a crush on at school.
I could feel my heart beating. Something was stirring inside me.
I nodded once, letting her know it was okay. The next thing I knew, we were French kissing and our tongues were touching. I could feel an excitement deep within me that I had never felt before. As our lips parted, we realized we were both flushed.
Jane looked at me straight in the eyes. "Now it's your turn to be Mark," she said.
Nervously, I put my hand on her breast and began to caress it tenderly. I cradled it, feeling her fullness under my fingertips. I sensed a shudder going through her and could tell she was really enjoying this. After a few moments she pulled her shirt up and gently put my hand back on her breast. I started teasing her nipple, and felt my heartbeat accelerate as it got harder and harder.
"Suck it," she whispered.
I leaned over and started playing with it with my tongue.
She reached over and pulled my shirt up over my head and then took hers off. We lay there nude on our sides and slowly put our arms around each other. As we hugged, our lips met once again and our hands began to roam. Her hand slid down across my butt and caressed my cheeks. Her fingers slowly moved closer and closer to my pussy. Before I knew it she was lightly stroking my outer lips and I felt my body shudder.
