| danseuse's story-Sept 2002 September 2002 - My 13th birthday was in a few days. Jennifer had called me up to have me come over for one of our (mostly-every-weekend) sleep-overs. We had been doing that at each other's house almost since the day we met back when I was going into kindergarten and she into 1st grade. Up to now, we had done lots of cuddling, some kissing, and just plain holding each other while sleeping. Anyway, she told me that Robin was going to show us something but I couldn't get her to tell me what. (One of her joys in life has been teasing me no end; and yes, you may take that in a few ways. Her other big joy is to — well another time, or you can just outright ask me I suppose.) Robin is Jennifer's sister. Now she is away in college in New York City, but back then she was 16 and still at home of course. Their parents were going out for the evening with some friends of theirs so we had the house to ourselves. A lot of times Robin would go out with her friends, but at times, like that night, she didn't mind hanging with us. Jennifer and I were in her room, on her bed, figuring out what way of kissing each other felt nicest to us (mouth to mouth, not "advanced" kissing). So far, I thought gently sucking on her tongue inside my mouth made me feel the squirmiest. So when Robin walked in and sat watching us for a bit, I didn't have a clue. Jennifer noticed her I found out the next day; but, being underneath Jennifer, my own view was limited to her face, her hair, and not really wanting to look around. Finally she let me come up for air, not that I wanted to, but she did and rolled off me to lie side-by-side holding hands. Robin asked us about what we like with each other, but not in a brash, or mocking, way. She sat on the bed by me and while we all talked about it I was getting the giggles. Her fingertips very very softly stroking the inside of my thighs was ticklish to me and I couldn't help myself. ("The Ultimate Tickle" might be another story to tell some time.) But honestly? I liked it too. Made me feel a bit squirmy yes, but also kind of like that "warm fuzzy feeling" I get at times like when Dad holds me and we sit and watch some television, or when Jennifer and I just snuggle and nothing else. Anyway, our talk got around to her offering to show us how to play with each other in a more pleasurable way. (My words now, I forget exactly how she had worded it then. She and Jennifer had done this the night before.) At her suggestion, Jennifer tugged off my overlong T-shirt and at the same time Robin pulled my panties down my bare legs over my ankles and tossed them aside. Except for my anklette that I almost never ever take off, I was bare naked. Robin tugged down her stretch jeans and her own top and kneeled back on her bum wearing just socks, while behind me Jennifer had also put on a matching outfit to mine, her birthday suit. ::giggling for real:: Robin was just gorgeous to me. Now, I'm sure that she looked similar to a lot of other teens her age, as in my own way I do now, but back then she was an "almost-grownup", with real boobs that looked so soft and had dark dark nipples that were pointing right at me it seemed. She has dark brown hair, thick and shiny, worn then a bit below her shoulders in a soft wave. With a small waist, her hips were getting that wider look that an adult has. I had a hard time not staring to tell the truth, and I was about praying that I'd look even half as nice as she when I grew up. Robin sat back against some pillows and Jennifer kind of pushed me down so that I could have a long close look at Robin's "womanhood". Robin told me that Jennifer and she had done this the night before and now Jennifer wanted me to learn too. I lay flat on my tummy, feeling Robin's legs against my sides. The warmth of her most intimate place was against my face although we weren't touching there. I was inhaling her scent, and while unfamiliar to me, it also was what now I'd call "heady". I was a bit light-headed perhaps, or maybe just entranced. Or are they the same thing? She kept herself shaved except for a small thin stripe going up to her bikini line. (Jennifer is like that now also. This I know as I'm her personal stylist. ::snickering:: ) Her outer lips were puffy and full and spread some letting her soft pinkness, glistening some from her wetness, be seen. Now of course I know what all that means but then it was so new to me that I think I lost all track of everything, everybody, there. Robin was talking to me but not sure I heard all she said because she was gently sliding her fingers over herself there. Occasionally a knuckle would just brush across my lips or the tip of my nose I was that close. Using her pointy and ring fingers, she pulled herself open some and circled her clitoris with her middle finger. I remember her getting wetter because I saw some wetness very slowly sliding out of her, and when her pointy finger from her other hand dipped into it and she slid it over my lips, I think I fell in love. If I wasn't lying down I can just imagine me swooning for real. My head *was* spinning and I had no coherent thoughts. She fairly quickly was pushing herself up against her fingers and that would bump herself against my face but I never moved back. When she had her orgasm I could hear the wet slippery sound of her fingers there, her low sounding voice mouthing "dirty" words, and finally, with her back arched to what must have been close to the spine-breaking point, a louder cry out to God to fuck her, or something like that. I couldn't move. I was flushed, breathing hard, nostrils flaring, eyes wide, and my hips humping nothing. I didn't know any of that at the time but Jennifer made a point to tell me, loving friend that she is. ^_^ I was just stunned. The sight, sounds, scents, was so overwhelming to me. I knew that sex was supposed to be a nice-feeling thing but to be like *that*? Wow. After a while, when Robin had her breathing and heart rate at a more normal pace, she pulled me up to sit with Jennifer. Jennifer had put some pillows up against her headboard and was sitting up against them. I was sitting between her legs leaning back against her. I could feel her smooth dry skin, her newbie breasts (a-cup already) her arms around my waist, and, again at Robin's suggestion, brushing back my almost back-of-my-knees long hair, her teeth nuzzling at the sides of my neck. Jennifer uses that since to make me instant-horny. She really does and it really works. Robin sat between my own legs, her bum back on her heels, and taking my face in her hands leaned over me and we kissed. It was a kiss like Jennifer had never kissed me up to then. Once again I was breathless, swiftly becoming a puddle of almost-13-year-old-girl-feeling-physical-and-emotional things that were simply a bit much for me to take at once like this. I died and was reborn in Robin's image. I was hers if she'd have me, her girlfriend, slave, whatever for the rest of my natural life. (This feeling was to last that evening, by morning I belonged to Jennifer and it's been that way since.) Her fingers, sliding over my skin, my breasts barely more than a tiny swelling with a nipple tipping each one like a little cherry on top of a sundae. The were tingly, almost hurting (but not in a bad way). Her palm on my tummy, fingertip swirling around my tummy button (as I call it). Looking down I found my legs had parted as wide as they could, and I could do splits even back then, and I hadn't even *felt* them move. Her fingers in my "peach fuzz", tickling me but it was so an exciting feeling and finally, my own clitoris. I jumped. Jennifer held me to her. Robin's finger pressed hard and rolled her (all my body parts are "hers' to me, not "its"), pressed light and circled, slid ever soooooooo slowly from my bum-hole and up past my clitoris. Every time her finger slid over it, I would jump again. (I do this to Jennifer now and it is *so* much fun to have that kind of control over my girlfriend. ::snickering:: ) I had my first ever orgasm (well technically second). I was helpless, just limp in Jennifer's arms, not able to think at all, let alone clearly. Epiphany! I was a WOMAN. (Or so I thought. Silly me.) Next it was my own turn, to try my new learned(?) skills on myself. Of course I made a fumbling pretty pathetic attempt, would work myself up big time and then lose it. Robin sliding me down on my back, laying partly on me, kissing me with no mercy for my lungs when I was "almost there", did it. I never thought it would be feeling so so SO great, nor that I could ever achieve that again. But I did. Many many times since, bless Robin. And because of her, I've been able to give Jennifer many hours (not all at once) of exquisite pleasure. ::sighing in my own happiness:: -30 danseuse de blonde |