| Role Reversal, Chapter One The desire has been there since my early teens. It was at age 12 that Mrs. Mahoney, a friend of my mother, introduced me to the delights of lesbian lovemaking. I had touched and rubbed myself "down there" many times and the touching produced nice tingly feeling in my young body but it was Mrs. Mahoney who brought on my first real orgasm. I was overwhelmed by the sensations that I experienced and naively assumed that only she and I knew about this deep secret. After I calmed down, she asked me if I wanted to "do it" (her expression) again. I quickly responded in the affirmative. She said we would have to be very careful and that this had to be our secret. If anyone found out what we did, we would both be in big trouble she admonished me. I assured her I would not say a word to anyone. I knew I wanted to "do it" as often as possible. Over the next several months I would stop at Mrs. M's apartment a couple of times a week on my way home from school. This arrangement worked very well because Mrs. M did not work and my mom did. I would arrive at her apartment around 3:30 and be home well before my mom arrived home from work. It was not long before I was "hooked" and our relationship evolved to the point where we would go down on each other, suck each other's titties (mine were just little walnut sized bumps) and when we were especially horny, stick our fingers up each other's bums. Mrs. Mahoney was about 40 when it all began and our relationship continued until she moved to another part of Canada to look after her ailing, older sister. This happened when I was 15 and I thought my world had come to an end. I was very unhappy for months after she left. There were several girls at my school that I would have liked to seduce but I was afraid to make a pass for fear of rejection, or worse still, to have the word spread around the school that I was a les chick. In the 11th grade a new girl arrived at our school from Montreal. She was very shy and not at all attractive. I sensed that because all the other girls ignored her that she might be vulnerable. Her name was Monique and I put my plan into effect. I began by saying hi to her every time we came in contact with each other. I could tell she liked my attention and before long I made it a point to have lunch with her most days in the school cafeteria. I invited her to my house after school for a cold drink and eventually I asked her if she would like to have an overnight at my place. My mom was pleased that I had a new friend and was not moping around the house the way I did after Mrs. Mahoney left for Toronto. For the first Friday overnight Monique brought along a nightgown that was anything but flattering. When it was time to go to bed I told her I usually slept in just my panties and bra. I was lying but I guess I was pretty convincing because she reluctantly agreed to do the same as me. This was the first time I had seen her just in her undies and I was pleasantly surprised. Her tits were small but nicely shaped and her ass was beautifully rounded. When we climbed into bed I cuddled up close to her. At first I think she was surprised, maybe even a little shocked, but she made no attempt to move away from me. I took this as encouragment and later when we were both close to falling asleep I moved my hand and gently placed it on one of her breasts. This was the moment of truth. Would she scold me for my inappropriate behavior, or worse still, jump out of bed and demand to be taken home. I held my breath as I waited for her reaction. She turned her head toward me and whispered, "That feels nice Barbara." What I had been plotting for weeks had finally come to fruition. I moved forward and gently pressed my lips next to hers. Within a few seconds She opened her mouth slightly, giving me the signal I was hoping for. I pushed my tongue into her welcoming mouth and soon our tongues were exploring each other's mouths. "God, you are so hot Monique," I said. Her response surprised me. "I have been hoping for weeks this would happen," she whispered. For the next several minutes we felt each other up, tits first and then our wet pussies. Before long we removed each other's bra and panties. I made the next move and slipped my middle finger between the swollen lips of Monique's dripping cunt. She moaned as my finger began a slow fucking motion. As I pushed deeper my finger came up against her hymen. I was not surprised to discover she was a virgin. I moved my finger higher up her dripping slit until I reached her clit. It had poked out of its hood and although not very large it was standing erect. Her body shuddered as my finger made contact with her clitoris. I was very gentle as I moved my finger in little circles over her button. In just a matter of seconds she began to shake and I knew she was near her orgasm. "Come for me Monique baby, come for Barbie," I said in a demanding tone of voice. "YES, now I'm there," she said and threw her arms tightly around me. After she came down from her high she whispered, "Jesus Barbie that was magnifique. Now I want to make you come." I spread my legs for her and she proceeded to do to me what I had just done to her. We both were exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms within a short time. She was the first to awaken the next morning. I became aware of a hand on my pussy. I pretended to be asleep as she masturbated me to a beautiful cum. I returned the favor as soon as I recovered. Thus began a pattern that continued for the next year and a half. Overnights at either her house or mine on most weekends. But there were many times when one of us, or both, could not stand to wait that long. I was so horny one Wednesday that I just couldn't stand to wait until the weekend. Over lunch in the cafeteria I told Monique how hot I was for her and she said she felt the same way. I looked down at my wrist watch and said, "Meet me in the girl's bathroom at exactly 2:00 p.m. Just ask for permission to leave the classroom at that time and I will do the same." She nodded her head and said, "God Barbie, that is so fucking exciting. I couldn't wait until 2:00." I was nervous as hell waiting anxiously for 2:00 to arrive. When my watch said 1:58 I raised my hand and asked the teacher for permission to use the girl's washroom. My panties were already wet anticipating what was about to happen. Moments later I entered the girl's restroom, but there was nobody there. Oh shit I said under my breath. Maybe Monique's teacher would not give her permission to leave the classroom. I had to have some relief and thought I would go into one of the stalls, pull down my sticky panties and get myself off with my finger. Suddenly the door to the washroom opened and there was Monique with a big silly ass smile on her face. "We did it," she said, "God this is so cool." We hurried into the end stall and within seconds we had both lifted our skirts and each had our hand in the other's panties. We kissed passionately as we finger fucked each other. We both came in a short time. We both thought it was the most exciting thing we had ever done and decided we would do it again. It was not long before we were sucking and licking one another's pussies and having the most incredible orgasms. We both graduated high school and Monique, who was a far better student than me, received a scholarship from McGill University in her home town Montreal. Parting was difficult for both of us but we were now both 18 and were able to face reality as adults. The one thing I still remember vividly was during our last encounter when I did something I had thought about for months. We were engaged in a passionate "69" and I moved slightly so I could bring my tongue around so I could lick Monique's puckered little asshole. She went wild. I had rarely heard her talking dirty until now. "That's it you fucking little slut. Lick my asshole you fucking bitch. I've waited months for you to stick your tongue up my nasty ass." Hearing her talk this way really turned me on too and I fingered her clit as I pushed my tongue into her tight pucker. She literally screamed when she came. I felt great having made her get off so intensely. I got involved with a very nice guy a few years later. We got marrried, had two children and had an enjoyable sex life. I then realized I was bisexual. One thing, however, still nagged me. I had this strong latent desire to make it with preteen girls. But the opportunities for engaging in pedo activities were very limited and even when such an opportunity might arise, the risks were just too great. I saw many 8, 9 and 10 year olds at the malls that I would love to approach but the risks were too formidable. It was more than 20 years later that my life changed dramatically. A beautiful 10-year-old darling changed my life when I reached my mid-40's END OF CHAPTER ONE If you would like to hear what happened next, let Barbie
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