| Beginnings It was one of those lazy Summer days when all you felt like doing was swimming and lying by the pool. I was 16, and my best friend Liz had invited me over to her house for some quality time by the pool. Liz was gorgeous, with a slim body and between her long blonde hair and dark (bedroom) eyes, she had nearly every boy at school wrapped around her little finger. I knew that she was a virgin, as I was. I had not worked out why, in her case, she had not succumbed to some lucky boy’s charms. Speaking of me, I knew full well why I was still technically a virgin – I actually liked girls better! My hymen was long gone, but not through some guy’s penis, but by my own twiddling with assorted implements including, but not limited to a hairbrush handle, a carrot, my rollon bottle, and lately a cute pink vibrator ordered discreetly by mail. I’d never made a move on Liz as I did not want to risk our great friendship. We knew each other so well, having gone to school together since year 1, and I felt safe with her, telling her (almost) everything about me and my doings. We chatted about sex, about masturbation techniques, about all sorts of secrets. How could I risk losing that? That day we’d swum, we’d lain in the sun, we’d swum again and taken more rays to dry off. It was getting towards 3pm and we’d just about overdone the sun exposure for one day, so headed indoors. We headed straight for Liz’s room to listen to some music and chat some more, even though no-one else was at home. Her Mum & Dad and older brother all worked, and would not be home till 6 or after, and I was in no hurry, so we had a few more hours of uninterrupted girl-stuff. Liz put on the local FM station and jumped up on to her bed, leaving me a nearby beanbag to lie in. As we talked I found it hard not to notice her. The way her flat tummy looked, the way her bikini briefs clung to her, the way her B-cup boobs nestled in her bikini top. I don’t know what it was about that day, but my mind wandered and I almost considered putting a move on her. Not that I was experienced in that way at all, but it had to start somewhere, and maybe it had to be my move. I shook off those thoughts, and tried to keep my attention to our conversation and to the tunes playing on the radio. I was doing so well, till that Katie Perry song came on “I Kissed A Girl” – you know the one. Between the song, and my closeness to a scantily-clad girl who I secretly desired, I was losing it again. What chance did I have? Amazingly Liz asked me “Have you ever …….. I mean ……. Ever kissed a girl?” “Um ……… sort of ……. I suppose I have” I replied, rocked a bit by her question. “Tell me more” she questioned “How, who, when, and what was it like? “Well it was a few months ago now” I started to tell her “at netball. We were in the changerooms after the game, and this girl on our team called Kellie kept checking me out as we showered. It started to make me feel nervous, then she stepped up to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was a full-on kiss, like in the movies, all lips and tongue, and I just melted. I actually started to enjoy it, overcoming my shock, then the coach walked in and we had to separate and finish off quickly as the next team was about to come in and use the rooms.” “Wow” Liz exclaimed “what else happened?” “That was it! Kellie quickly spoke to me when we left the changerooms and said ‘Anytime you’re lonely, give me a call’ which really made me think. I had not realized she must be a lesbian, but sure did from that moment on. I’d never thought about her in that way, and after all, I’m not in to girls ……” “Get real Debby” laughed Liz “I know you too well. I see the way you look at me sometimes, and I see you checking out some of the girls at school. Don’t tell me you’re not in to girls – its OK – I can handle it. I may even want to try my first girl-girl kiss with you, right now” “Are you sure?” I asked “You know …….. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything” “Come here Debby” Liz almost commanded “and show me how a girl kisses. I was not going to need to be asked again, so with some trepidation, I stood from the beanbag, and took those few steps to the bed. Liz waiting lying half on her side and half on her back, so I stretched out to complement her pose, with one leg over hers, facing her, faces level. I licked my lips in anticipation and lowered my face to hers, my mind racing with all sorts of thoughts, but mostly it was the excitement that I remember. Our lips touched, ever so lightly, parted then touched again. Liz just lay there, allowing me to take control. My tongue snaked out, and found hers, a willing partner for some oral dancing. Like with Kellie, Liz’s taste and texture was amazing. I feasted on her saliva, her kisses so sweet and wet and embracing. Without realizing it, I had begun to hump her leg, and my wetness had soaked through the crotch of my bikini and on to Liz’s thigh. At the same time she was lifting her pelvis to make harder contact with my leg, and I felt her moisture soaking through too. We were 2 wet and willing sexy babes, with new horizons on our minds. We paused our kissing for the briefest of moments, and I had a chance to ask in my breathless way “Are you OK with this? Shouldn’t we stop now?” “Don’t you dare stop Debby” Liz threatened me “this is the best I’ve felt ever” and as she said this Liz reached down to cup and massage my aching pussy. The lycra did nothing to hide my passion and she commented “My my, aren’t you all worked up?” “What do you expect …….. kisses like those and grinding yourself against me,” I responded, reaching down to feel her wetness “and by the way ……. look who’s talking” We giggled like the schoolgirls we were, and looked at each other closely. Another tender kiss and I managed to say “Hey babe ……. Why does this feel so right?” “I don’t know Debby ……… but unless you give me some attention now I’ll be jilling myself silly in three seconds.” With that, Liz sat up, stripped her bikini top off, slithered out of her bottoms, then attacked my two-piece and had it off in seconds. It felt so nice to feel her so completely, bodies wrapped, skin-to-skin, damp with secretions. My hand found her swollen mound and quickly moulded itself to her. One finger ran along the centre, spreading her inner lips and teasing her opening, then sliding up to feel her hard little button of a clit. As I did this Liz began to explore me with her spare hand, so there we lay, cuddling each other with one arm, frigging each other, lips locked tight, gasping, bucking, itching for that almighty release. We came! Together! And it was beautiful! “Oh my …….. so much better than by myself” Liz said breathlessly as I continued to help her ease down from her powerful orgasm. It was hard to concentrate too much, given what she was doing to me at the same time, fingers gliding from my wrinkled asshole to just short of my sensitive clit, then back again, over and over. We hugged, we laughed, we cried. “Are we lesbians?” Liz asked me, sounding concerned. “Maybe …… maybe not ……. we don’t need tags ……. just each other,” I replied. Just then I kissed her and brought my hand to our mouths to share her taste on my fingers. “Now I think its time I tasted you properly” I challenged her, a gleam in my eye and a wicked smile on my lips. How would I ever have known this day would turn out so perfect? The first of many more with my best friend Liz. |