| Way Back When... I don't know why I am like I am but I am... Way back when, (37 years to be precise,) I was 13, I was probably what you'd call a problem child. I thought I knew everything and strutted around like I was royalty. I didn't make my bed, help around the house and considered school to be a hinderance. I was a late developer and started my periods the day before I was 14. All my freinds had lovely busts but I, was the odd one out. I hated games at school because the girls would make fun of me in the showers. I was the one without any real breasts and hardly any hair around my pussy. I did have a boyfreind though, Michael, who I doted on. He was 14 and just wanted sex all the time. I was not ready in any shape or form and he seemed content to lay between my legs dry humping me in our clothes. He would go at it for a few minutes and eventually ejaculate in his pants. I never minded that, it made me feel like a woman being able to get a boy to cum. A few times we got close to having sex, I remember letting him clumsily finger me. As clumsy as he was I had my first orgasm. I pulled him on top of me and yanked his cock out. I was rampant, but so was he and he came in my hand as I was tugging my knickers aside. I was relieved later, when I realised what we'd been so close to doing. So there I was, a randy yet, immature 13 year old with a big ego. The first time I ever had sexual thoughts about another female was, oddly enough, about Michael's mother We was sat on the sofa in his living room, watching television with his parents. His mother, kathy sat in an arm chair to my left, Michael and his father was on my right. I remember gazing around and suddenly seeing something that made me blush. Kathy's thigh's were ajar and her knickers were clearly visible. I looked away quickly but couldn't get the vision out of my head. I kept peaking at her black panties and found the sight a real turn on. After a while I could take no more and suggested listening to music, to Michael, in his bedroom. I had him fingering my wet hole and bringing me off in seconds. Though I didn't understand it, I know it was the veiw between his, 30 something, mothers legs that made me orgasm. A few days later Michael and his dad travelled up to Manchester for a football match. Kathy invited me over to help put up their christmas decorations. She was stood on a stool hanging tinsel on the tree and I was knelt on the floor unravelllng the box of nick-nacks for her. She was wearing a short denim skirt and as much as I tried, I couldn't take my eyes off het long legs or her red panties. I cursed myself for getting aroused but the more she stretched, the hornier I got. We sat drinking coffee when she asked me if Michael and I were having safe sex. I told her we wasn't having sex at all, just heavy petting. I'm not sure if she believed me or not but I ended up having a lecture on safe sex. After a few seconds of silence she apologised to me, saying how she worried about her son getting a 13 year old up the duff. That broke the ice and had us both laughing out loud. Kathy remembered she still had to make her bed and I said I would help. I remember my embarrassemet, and hers, when we pulled the sheet back and there, lying on the bed, was a large vibrator. To make small of it she asked if I had one. I said I hadn't but she assured me I would have one day. (She was right, I've had quite a collection in my time.) She turned it on and said it makes a good skin massager and held it against my cheek. I never considered where it had probably been that morning. I enjoyed the vibrations and closed my eyes. Kathy told me to sit on the bed, which I did and she sat next to me. 'Feels good, doesn't it Paula?' 'Mmmh!' Next thing I know is she's stroking my hair and telling me how pretty I was and carressing my neck with the vibrator. 'Your skin is so soft and silky Paula.' 'Thank you.' 'You're very sexy for a girl for a 13 year old.' I blushed but was delighted to hear that.' 'If I was a boy I would be jumping your bones right now.' She gently pushed me onto my back and, although nieve, I had a good idea where this was going and I didn't mind one bit. She was running the vibrator down my body, across my near flat chest and back up to my face. Then I felt her brush my lips with it. My pussy was begining to stir and was getting wet. I wamted more, though I had no ideai where this was going. 'Open,' she wispered. I parted my lips and felt her slide it into my mouth. I kept my eyes shut as I felt inadequate and foolish. I could taste her on the vibrator and knew it was her pussy juice. Although acrid, the thought that I was probably tasting her spent cum made me even more aroused. She used it to fuck my mouth like a cock and I eagerly participated. After a few moments she took it out. 'Do you like that Paula?' I groaned. 'That's me you can taste on that.' I nodded, my eyes still shut, 'yes, I know.' 'Do you want more Honey?' Again I nodded but still didn't dare open my eyes. Then I felt her mouth on mine. She began to kiss me repeatedly and then her tongue entered my mouth. I'd French kissed her son so it was nothing new to me, except she was so much better at it. So much softer and an expert compared with Michael. Her hand started to carress my breast, what there was of it and I didn't make any attempt to stop her when she unbuttoned my blouse. She sat me up, 'let me get a look at you,' she said softly. Reaching around she unclasped my bra and slid it off. It was the first time I had my boobs exposed to another persons eyes but didn't feel embarrassed at all. She made me feel at ease and kept telling me how beautiful I was. 'You are so sexy, Paula, I want eat you all up.' I felt her kissing my breasts and I opened my eyes for the first time. The sight of a grown woman sucking my breasts was making my pussy twitch no end. It was so erotic I had no intentions of stopping her doing what she liked. I heard the vibrator buzzing again and saw her tickling my tummy with it. My heart was beating like a drum and I was so nervous. I shut my eyes again as she touched my pussy with the vibrator through my jeans. It was as much as I could do to stop myself from cumming. 'Mmmh!' She whispered. Her other hand moved to my button and released it whilst she still held the vibrator against my now soaked pussy. My fly was released next and I lifted my hips to aid her pulling my jeans down. I could hardly believe that I was lying on my boyfreind's mums bed and, without doubt, was going to let her fuck me. She put the vibrator down for a moment and tugged my jeans completely off. I looked down at her between my legs and I could see her eyes were filled with lust. She kissed my panty clad crotch and slowly pulled my panties down and off. I could see how wet they were and gritted my teeth, waiting for what was about to happen. I'd already broken my hymen by accident with a hair brush a few weeks before so when she offered the vibrator to my hole it slid in easily. I gasped as the vibrations and feel of the fake cock sent me over the edge almost immediately and I came to a shuddering climax. 'Good girl, Paula.' Then she pulled the vibrator out with a plop and before I had the chance to recover she replaced it with her tongue. I couldn't have lasted more than a minute before I came in her mouth as she licked my pussy raw. When I thought she was through she stood up and started to strip. I was in awe of her lovely body and we spent two hours thrashing around in her bed, making love one minute, having wild sex the next. She taught me how two women can have fun in bed together, how to eat pussy and how to trib. She told me later how she had put the vibrator in the bed deliberately, to lure me into bed with her. She'd seen me looking up her skirt at her panties and, again deliberately, wore a short skirt with her red silk panties whilst decorating the tree. Once she was certain the veiw was arousing me she then lured me up to the bedroom to make the bed. But with no intentions of doing so. Michael and his father never foud out about Kathy and I and even after Michael and I broke up I still went to her house or we'd meet up and have sex in her car. This went on for a couple of years but eventually we drifted apart and went our own ways. I'm glad I met Kathy and learnt about lesbianism. Since then, I've had several female relationships and a one off with my neighbours eleven year old daughter, all since I was married. The end... |