My daughter Jo is a vibrant and beautiful 18 year-old. When she moved out of our home to go to college, I would find myself sitting on her bed in her room, thinking about my little girl. I was too depressed about Jo's leaving that I didn't clean her room for quite some time, wanting to somehow preserve her essence as it once was. I finally braced myself for the day when I would fully accept the fact that my little girl was gone and living her own exciting life, and go through her things and clean up a bit.
I found the most curious thing tucked in her closet. When I found it I was surprised she hadn't taken it with her because it was a journal of sorts that she had apparently been keeping since she was 13. Now that Jo was 18 she was out of the house more. I found her journal, and I couldn't help myself and I began to read. The first couple of pages contained all the typical nonsense you would expect to find in a teenager's journal. Then I came across an entry that at first horrified, then became almost a fantasy to me as I replayed her experience in my mind. I want to share it with you now. It was dated yesterday, and she was at her best friend Heather's house for a sleepover.
Here is how Jo told it.
I had just taken a shower and was wrapped in my towel when I walked into Heather's bedroom. As I crossed the room to my bag to get my hairbrush, the towel fell off, leaving me totally exposed in front of Heather! I was totally embarrassed!!! I sat in the floor blushing like an absolute fool, trying to grab my towel and salvage my dignity. I heard the melody of Heather's voice as she told me not to be embarrassed, she told me, as she moved to my side, that she thought I was very pretty. She also revealed to me that she was jealous, because my boobs were bigger than hers. I wasn't sure at all where this conversation was going. I could only sit there and wonder what was going on. Heather put her arm around me, and pulling me tight to her, and told me, that I was her best friend and that she wanted to share something very special with me.
I weakly smiled at her words but was caught totally off guard when Heather leaned forward and she gently placed her lips onto mine and started kissing me. My eyes widened and I saw her closed eyes, and felt her oh so soft lips on mine. I felt her tongue briefly flick across my mine, she broke the kiss and her beautiful eyes opened and seemed to look more deeply into my eyes, seeing things I didn't even know existed inside my very being. I still sat in silence, unable to stop her as she pushed my towel away to expose my breasts. I think the only person to see my breasts in the last 7 years was my Mum. My jaw dropped open and I just stared at Heather, finally managing to ask her what was happening in a stammering a voice. She hushed me by putting a finger to my lips, then kissed me again. I had never kissed anyone before, let alone a woman. I always thought that my first kiss would be with a boy, not another girl! I felt totally lost, unable to protest or move away, I was unsure if that is what I wanted to do. My breath hissed through my lips as I felt Heather's mouth seek out and find the nipple of my left breast.
My young breasts seem to swell with excitement and became ever more sensitive to her attentions. I was surprised to hear a sound, a low, almost inhuman sound, and even more surprised when I realized it was coming from me. Heather gently but insistently pushed me onto my back, and began to kiss my neck, lips, and breasts. I must have been quite a sight. I was lying there all stiff and straight, with my legs clamped tightly together and arms lying down by my sides. I heard Heather whisper that she wasn't going to hurt me. She told me she wanted to lick me and make me feel really good. My head was in a whirl. No one had ever done anything like this to me! I had never even touched myself when I was 18, much less felt gratification, and Heather was told me she wanted me.