LESBIAN: Two Girls Discover a New Kind of Pleasure
This is a story of discovery of love and lust by two teenage girls. It belongs in the Lesbian Category. For the ladies who prefer to curl up with a full-length novel, the full seven chapters of this series is a novel which follows the erotic adventures of two 18-year-old girls from first discovery to all girl group orgies to the ultimate sin of including their own moms in their erotic exploits.
KRISTINA MELHART'S STORY
My best friend, Karen Styles, invited me to spend the weekend at her family's cabin in the mountains near Payson, Arizona. It was February and we had a three-day weekend coming up—no school until Tuesday, so I readily agreed.
We left Sunset high school in Scottsdale, where we're both Seniors, as soon as school was out on Friday afternoon. Karen put the top of her convertible down because it was a warm sunny day down in the desert, and we wanted to work on our tans while driving. Actually, what we really wanted was to be seen. We were both dressed for it with halter-tops showing lots of cleavage, and short tight mini-skirts that slid up our legs when we climbing into her car.
Karen was a tall, athletic blonde. She was the star spiker on our volleyball team, and I envied her so. Those long athletic legs looked so nice in her mini skirt. And she had a pretty face too, with a slightly up-turned nose. The way she had her hair cut so short, made her look almost pixyish.
I'm a couple of inches shorter than her, and a little rounder (some of the boys I've dated have said voluptuous, and stacked), and I have long brown hair. I've also gotten plenty of complimentary looks from the other girls in the showers after P.E. class.
As we climbed into her car from opposite sides, we pretended to drool at each other as we watched each other's skirts slide up. We laughed and joked about it as Karen zoomed out of the high school parking lot.
Out on the highway, we played a little game to see who could dare to let her skirt ride up the highest. It wasn't long before both our skirts were up around our hips, and our panties were seeing the light of day. With the convertible top down, the desert wind ruffling our hair, and the sun warming our bodies, we felt as free as birds. We joked about passing truck drivers looking down at us from their heights, and trying to count the cunt hairs through our panties.
We were having such a good time, we never noticed the storm clouds blowing in from the Northwest. We reached the town of Payson at about 5:00 in the afternoon, and stocked up on groceries before moving on to her parent's cabin further on up in the mountains. Her parents were to join us on Saturday morning, so we were going to have all evening to ourselves in this isolated spot. It was kind of scary to think about it, but also kind of exciting.
We made a game out of putting up the groceries and unpacking our things. The game was to see how much ass you could show while bending over to get a bag from the trunk of the car, or to see how far we could look up under each other's skirts while the other was reaching up to put groceries in a cupboard.
After horsing around like that for a while, we took turns showering, then got ready for dinner. We both wore T-shirts, and tight, gray gym shorts. With no panties underneath, we could see the outline of each other's cunt lips in each other's shorts. Karen's shorts were so short I could even see a couple of cute little blonde hairs sticking out.
By the time we finished dinner, we noticed it had suddenly gotten cold, and had started to snow, so we built a fire in the living room fireplace. (Thank God her Dad had stocked the place with plenty of wood). The snow started looking real nasty, so Karen called her parents and found out that they would not be coming up at all because the snow was expected to keep all the roads to Payson blocked until the end of the weekend. Before hanging up Karen assured her parents that we had plenty of food and firewood to last the weekend, and that we would be fine.
After hanging up, she turned to me and said, "Well, babe, I guess it's just you and me and a lonnnnggggg weekend."
So we settled in to the couch by the fireplace and immediately started talking about boys and sex.
Somehow in the conversation Karen mentioned how much she admired my tits. I was flattered because I always though her body was so much better than mine. I was glad that there was at least something about my body that everybody though was sexy.
We talked some more about boys, sex, and cocks, and what we'd like to do with them. Then Karen said, "Say, Kris, have you ever seen a porno flick?"
"God, no, Karen! My folks would kill me if I did." I said that with kind of a laugh, wondering where this conversation would lead to next.
"But haven't you ever thought about watching one?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so. Who hasn't?"
"Yeah, who hasn't? So, why don't we?"
"Why don't we do what? Where would we get one? No one would rent porn to a couple of high school girls. Besides, we can't even get out of the driveway with all that snow."
"We don't have to go anywhere," Karen said. "My parents have some porn flicks here and I know where they keep them."
"Y-y-y-your parents? They have porn movies here?"
"They don't know that I know, but I do," Karen said. "I've always wanted to see one, ever since I was a little kid, but I know they'd never let me. But nobody's going to be here all weekend except us two. We can do anything we want for the next three days."
"Okay," I laughed. "Anything you say."
This conversation had certainly taken an interesting turn. As if I wasn't hot enough already from all that talk about sex, the thought about doing something really naughty, like watching a sex flick, sent a rush of fire through my body. I followed Karen into her parent's bedroom, admiring the way her ass moved under her skimpy shorts. The bottom parts of her firm butt, round butt cheeks peeked out from under the hem of her shorts. I tried to imagine her being in a sex flick—and the thought made me hotter still.
Karen walked over to a cabinet and opened a sliding door to show me where her parents kept their porn flicks. Giggling, we picked out one called "corporate blonde."
Feeling all jittery with excitement and suspense, we rushed back to the living room and Karen turning on the TV and inserted the disk, then we both settled back onto the comfortable couch.
The movie was about a woman who owned a company and made all of her employees, both male and female, have sex with her. Then at the end, she had them all over to her mansion for an orgy where everybody did everybody else. The best part of the movie for me was when the sexretary took a new girl in to boss lady's office for an interview.
When boss lady and her sexretary started kissing the nervous new girl, it just sent shivers all over me. My nipples literally erupted poking out my T-shirt. I'd never seen anything so hot in all my life. I've never been so turned on in all my life. I was surprised, and a little shocked at myself. I'd never suspected that I might have any gay, or bi tendencies.
I've always just thought about guys, and cock. I've even gone all the way with a few guys, and enjoyed it—but this was just so much more powerful I can't describe it. To be sure, the guys in the movie were nice, totally tubular and all that. And, sure, I loved looking at their hard cocks and wishing I hand one here to play with—but it was the women doing each other that really fried my brain. It was the most incredible thing, like wow! Awesome! But no way could I let Karen know how much that turned me on. I didn't want her to think I was queer or anything. I didn't want myself to know either. I needed some time to sort this out. So, I thought I'd try to act like it was the guys in the movie that turned me on.
I looked her up and down, and noticed her nipples poking out through her T-shirt too. I wondered what part of the movie had turned her on the most.
