When I Met Ashley

by Dudetodude

The characters and places in this story are fictional and any sex with a minor described in this story is not endorsed or encouraged. Please enjoy the story. Your comments are welcomed.

If you have read Amanda and I, you'll recall how I first grew interested in younger girls and while I haven't been with any other woman or young girl since those years, that all changed when I met Ashley.

Through her high school years Amanda and I had kept in touch and we were together as often as possible. She was only 14 when I met her and since then she had grown up into a bright and lovely young woman. Amanda did her fair share of teenage dating of boys and I knew she also liked girls as well but other than some idle chat about sex with other girls, Amanda never indicated she had been with any other woman but me. Perhaps, like me she was instinctively shy to instigate anything, and, like me, many an opportunity to be with another girl had been lost.

Now that she was off to college I only saw Amanda about three times a year and realized just how much I had enjoyed her company and missed her when she was not around. I stayed true to my devotion to work and build a career and I continued the single life with only the occasional and token dates. I'm defiantly over my ex husband and all the crap he put me through and since my divorce and meeting Amanda, I'm convinced that no sex can replace the pleasure and intense emotions of being with another woman, better still, being with a young teenage woman. Because of my feelings and secret attractions towards other woman, my dating of men has been very limited.

Coming onto other woman or going out looking for girl sex was difficult and I could never find the courage to do it. So, at 38 I was at my sexual peak and resorted to regularly pleasuring myself every free moment I could steal but lately doing it alone just didn't cut it like it used to.

I'm still like what I see when I look the mirror and at 5'6" my butt is still firm and my tummy is flat. I weight 120lbs and my 36B breasts are still pretty firm and look damn good although some gravity is beginning to take hold.

One evening while on a business trip I was on my usual evening walk around a charming neighborhood near the hotel where I was staying. It was a public walking trail nestled in scenic woods and there were park benches along the cinder paths where I stopped to rest and have drink of water. It was there that I saw her. She was cute in her wearing tight jeans with large tears in them and skin tight T-shirt that was cut off short just below her breasts. She walked towards me and sat on the same bench where I was resting. She was a little heavier than me, more of a full figured girl but not fat. She had the prettiest face and her shoulder length blonde hair was kinked and gelled. Her tight short T-shirt emphasized the outline of her body shape and breasts. Her nipples were evident through her sports bra and I could make out the perfect shape of her globes and she had a smile to die for. I noticed right off she was shorter than me by a couple of inches, maybe 5'3" or so, and her short stature made her look top heavy but in a nice way.

We smiled at each other and exchanged greetings, both agreeing that a long walk along this hilly path could be grueling if you kept up a steady pace. Her name was Ashley and she lived in the nearby neighborhood with her parents. We chatted for a bit and told her that I'm here on business and that I'm staying at the Hilton at the end of the path. She said she walks the path almost every night and I told her I usually did as well whenever I was in town and wondered why I had never seen her before.

"It's the only exercise I ever get," I told her.

Ashley was surprised that she had not seen me here before since she walks the path every night right after doing her homework, while waiting for her Mom to come home from work. We made small talk about keeping fit and agreed that keeping up a rigid walking routine was why we both had firm butts. "Sometimes it's more fun when you have someone to talk to instead of walking alone", Ashley said, "It's a safe neighborhood but it's always safer in numbers". We agreed. We continued to walk and talk together until we reached the end of the path and decided it would be fun to meet again tomorrow night at 5 to walk the Red path, the more difficult one mile hilly walking path.

The next day at work the image of Ashley and our chance meeting the night before crossed my mind several times and I found myself smiling at the thought of her. She was a charming young woman, I'd say 16, maybe 17 years old, bright, full of energy, well mannered, and came across as a very mature person but knew from her face that she was still a teenager.

She looked very cute and sexy in her torn up jeans and tight T-shirt. I smiled remembering that she always addressed me as Miss and I made a mental note to give her permission to call me Terry. Ashley was a pretty girl and I noticed how nice of a job she did with her make-up, not that she needed to wear any but it did make her look much older and she wore it well. As a matter of fact I thought, she wore everything she on very well.

Needless to say these road trips to clients are usually boring and once the work of the day is done there wasn't much else to do, so any diversion from the normal routine was welcomed. I was looking forward to meeting and walking with my new found friend and getting back into some regular exercise. On my way down to the park the thoughts of my ex lover Amanda came to mind and how I had missed eating her young pussy and having my tits sucked on. I wasn't sure why at this time I was thinking of Amanda but wondered if there was a remote chance that Ashley might be that way inclined. It was just a fleeting thought probably derived from my lack of any decent sex in the last two years. It's been about that long I thought, about two years since I've had sex with anyone, male or female, and the nightly self pleasuring just wasn't cutting it anymore. Shit! maybe I should just post a sign on my forehead saying "available for fucking" I thought kidding myself.

At five sharp I noticed Ashley walking up the path from the subdivision and she seemed to be happy to see me, almost surprised that I would be there.

"Hi Miss Terry!" she said, "I didn't think you'd come"

"Why not? I asked.

"Ah it's just that most adults treat me like a little kid and I didn't think you would really want to hang out with me.

"Don't be silly", I said smiling at her, "you're a charming, bright, very attractive young woman, and seem very mature for your age, why would you say that?"

We started our fast paced walk along the picturesque path both knowing that the hills on this one would be tougher as we got more into the woods. It was a perfect evening with a slight breeze wrestling the branches and the newly forming leaves. On this Spring evening the chirping birds were out in full force happy to be free adding to the pleasant surroundings. After conversing with Ashley a little bit, I was impressed how smart she was about some of the world events spoke very well using proper language and phrases in her speech unlike most teenagers her age. I told her a little about my work as an IT consultant and she enjoyed fashion cosmetology. She said she didn't get along with most of the kids her age and as a result she didn't have any friends that actually wanted to hang out with her. She said she was pretty much a loner. As we continued to walk, and figured she was a junior in high school given her vocabulary and her sense of conversation, and I asked her what college she wanted to go to after graduation. I almost tripped over myself when Ashley told me she was only twelve and was still in the eighth grade.

Woooooooo I thought!

"There is no way you're only twelve!" I told her in utter amazement. Wow did she have me fooled I thought.

"Yes I am, I'm only twelve, and that's the problem," she went on to explain as we briskly walked, "Kids my age don't get along with me because I'm so much more mature than they are both physically and mentally and adults and teenagers get freaky because I'm so young and either the teenagers don't want me hanging around the adults think they'll get in trouble for even being seen alone with me."

"Well I can see why kids your age might have a problem hanging out with you, because you're so much more mature than most of them and I'm sure they feel insecure around you." It was all I could think of saying to her at that moment.

We were both silent for a few minutes as we both walked and I could still feel was my astonishment and surprise at how young she was. Damn I would have never thought. The air was filled with the sounds of chirping birds, our heavy breathing from the brisk walk, and the sounds of crushing cinders beneath our feet with each forward step we took.

"So what time does a twelve year old young woman have to be in at night these days?" I asked her jokingly after telling her I always had to be in before the street lights went on, and she frowned at me unsure of what that meant.

"See that's what I mean, adults don't take me seriously, it's so frustrating for me in this kid's body."

I was a little taken aback, surprised, and sympathetic to her feelings and quickly told her that I didn't think she was in a kid's body at all. From back here I told I was looking at the gorgeous figure of a very sexy and well developed young pretty woman. I found myself enjoying the view of her from just a few steps behind.

"I think you have a great body," calling up to her from behind and reassuring her that she's not a kid, "and I bet most older boys think you're sexy because you look pretty grown up to me." I paused, "So all those people are just plain jealous of you that's all." I quickly remarked.

"I mean think about it Ashley, you're smarter than they are, you're much prettier than they are and those kids probably just feel plain stupid around you and that's their problem really!"

"You think that's the reason?" she asked, slowing up a little to allow me to catch up beside her.

"Of course Ashley, you're all that and then some I'm sure. I bet you'd make a great friend to anyone that accepted your friendship."

"You really think so?" she asked, as we came up to the crest of a hill and she sat down on the bench to take a gulp of her water and sliding over so as to allow me some space to sit as well. I was really beginning to feel my age I thought to myself breathing heavy and working up a sweat!

I sat on the bench, unintentionally close to her and not realizing how close into her space I was after flopping down beside her and catching my breath. When she didn't object or make any intent to move, I just remained there only inches from her so as not to cause any attention to the situation.

"I bet if anyone ever gave you a chance, I mean a true blue friend, that you would be a really loyal friend".

Ashley blushed and looked away from me for a few moments. I'm not sure why, but I could see that my remarks had made her upset.

"I can't talk to anyone about this sort of stuff, not even with my Mom she said. After my Dad left us Mom has always been too busy working and stuff, and we don't talk very much about things."

"Do have any sisters?" I asked

"Nope, just me," she told me.

For some reason at that moment I felt her pain and realized that this girl was a very lonely young woman reaching out to anyone who would be there for her. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and collected her into me as I held her close. It just felt like the right thing to do at the time I guess. While patting her on the back and consoling her I could feel her breasts push up against me as we sat side by side and close on the bench. I was secretly enjoying having this young innocent sexy girl in my arms and the feel of her rock hard breasts touching me sent tingles to my pussy. Old memories of years gone by of Amanda and me came to the forefront of my mind for a brief moment and then I caught myself from letting this situation get out of control, remembering that she was only twelve and just a kid.

Feeling a little flushed, I released my hold on her and took a drink of my own water hoping that I didn't make a fool of myself with what started out to be a genuine gesture of sisterly type affection.

"I'm sorry Miss Terry.......I didn't mean to........."

"Hush", I told her, lifting her face up to me and holding a finger to her lips. "Think nothing of it, that's what friends are for. That is if you'll let me be your friend."

"A friend," I told her "is someone you can vent to and someone who will listen to you when you need to talk. We all need to do that sometimes don't we?" I asked.

I removed the tip of my finger from Ashley's lips and she sheepishly smiled at me. I felt I had made a connection with this girl, and I know she felt the connection we just formed as well. It was pleased that I could make her feel better about her situation, and at the same time, and totally unexpected, I felt a wave of butterflies travel from my tummy to my pussy causing an embarrassing wet spot. ......No way, I thought, this shouldn't be happening, not now, and I made damn sure it wasn't noticeable.

"So does that mean you'll be my friend"? Ashley asked with a tone of hope in her voice.

"Not until you drop the Miss and start calling me Terry".

"OK I'll call you Terry" By now we were up and walking and as we neared the end of our path Ashley asked me if I would be here again tomorrow. I told her I was flying out in the morning and I could see the disappointment in Ashley's expression.

"It's always the same thing" Ashley said, "Just as I meet somebody nice they move away or stop hanging out with me."

"Ah come on Ashley, I'll be back next week and for at least another three weeks after that until this client contract runs out. I'll walk with again next week with you if you like."

"You mean that Terry?"

"Sure why not, I've enjoyed your company and I'm glad I met you. It sure beats walking alone doesn't it?"

Ashley smiled and told me she couldn't wait to meet up again.

Just then her cell phone rang and it was her Mother telling her she was home now and that dinner was ready in just a few minutes. After she hung up I gave Ashley my private cell number which she plugged into her phone and I told her if she ever needed to talk she could call me and anytime but after 5 was best.

Ashley jogged off into the subdivision and I headed back to my hotel. The Sun was still high at 6pm and I realized that in just a matter of one short hour, I had befriended a remarkably great kid in need of a mentor, and was amazed how much she had opened up to me. I smiled to myself and secretly hoped that she would phone me.

That night, alone in my hotel room, I thought about Ashley and how mature she seemed to be upon first impression. It was amazing to me how young yet how interesting she was as we spoke about school, people and the things she likes to do. Until she dropped the bomb that she was only twelve, I would not have guessed it. Even now I thought she may have been bullshitting me about her age but what kid ever says their younger, they usually make themselves out to be older.

Later that night as I lay in bed fingering myself, I thought about Ashley again, our conversations, and her personality. We connected very quickly and I felt like the older sister she wished she had, and I liked her and hoped that she liked me. I enjoyed being with her and I think she really enjoyed talking to me. Maybe for me Ashley represented the younger sister I never had. Still in amazement that she was only twelve, and looking as developed and as much as a woman as anyone, I fell asleep with my fingers in my pussy thinking of her.

One night around 10 during the following week my cell phone rang and startled me. Not knowing who might be calling this late I answered the phone and recognized the area code. To my excitement I realized it must be Ashley. Snuggled up in bed I pushed the mute button on the TV and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hi Terry, it's me Ashley" I heard her say in a low whisper. "I hope it's not too late to phone you" she said.

"Not at all, I was hoping you would call me and I'm really happy you did" I told her.

"Really!" she said, as her voice went up an octave.

"Yes Ashley, I was hoping you would call me. I wanted to hear your voice again." I told her and wondered after I said it why I would even say such a thing! What would she be wondering? I thought.

"Really!" she said again, "You really wanted to hear my voice again?" She asked.

"Er ....well yes I did, you have a nice voice and I missed you," I told her.

"Thanks Terry" she replied. "I didn't think you'd call me." I said to her quietly on the phone, now adjusting the cell on my pillow under my ear and freeing my hands up for other things that I was just about to get started on.

There was silence on the other end for a few moments then she said that she wanted to phone me everyday but afraid to. I told her she was silly to think that and that I was very happy to get her call and reminded her that my offer that she could call me after 5 if she ever just wanted to talk was still there.

"So where are you?" I asked

Ashley was in her bedroom and was supposed to be asleep which explained why she was whispering. I told her that maybe it wasn't a good idea to call me because we could both get into big trouble and her mother would want to know who you were talking to so late. Ashley never thought about that and realized I was right. We agreed to meet on MySpace.

For the next eight nights we chatted for hours on end on Myspace. My work day was suffering from lack of sleep and I'm sure Ashley was feeling the effects in school from sitting up all night with little sleep. I didn't care because I looked forward to our chats and of course Ashley opened up to me in ways that I didn't expect. We started the week just talking about school and what she wanted to be when she grew up and stuff like that and by the end of the week the conversations had gotten more intimate. She asked me about sex, what it's like to kiss a boy, she told me about another girl in her school that she liked but the other girl didn't like her and things like that. I gave her advice on certain situations that she told me about, and I did my best to explain certain aspects of sex and boys. I even told her about my divorce and what lead to that. Sounds crazy I know but the more we chatted with each other the less I realized how old she was and the more we bonded. If there was any age difference between us, which there was, it didn't seem to make much of a difference to either of us.

After a few of the late night chat sessions I found myself fantasizing about Ashley and I would play with my pussy thinking of her. I would cum so hard , especially while we were online chatting that I knew that one day I'd like to taste the pussy of a woman or young girl once again. Maybe even hers.

One night during a chat with Ashley she asked me if older woman play with themselves. I played dumb and asked her what she meant. She asked me if older woman ever play with their vagina as she called it, or is that just something that teenagers do?

I told her it was a great question and I also told that from that question that I assumed she plays with herself. Ashley admitted that she started fingering herself only a few months ago and then she admitted that she's worried because she does it all the time. I "It's nothing to worry about Ashley" I explained. "It's perfectly normal for a girl your age to do it all the time, even three maybe four times a day at your age." I told her that even older woman enjoy pleasuring themselves, maybe not as often but that it was perfectly normal!

I chuckled to myself when Ashley told me she was worried because she does it at least once a day and sometimes more. She thinks it's wrong but she can't stop herself. I told her it was nonsense and that everyone does it, they just don't usually talk about it that's why you think you're the only one. Ashley was amazed and seemed more at ease knowing this new piece of information.

"Do you, uh......you know, like everyday?" she asked.

"Yes, of course, everyone does it!" I admitted to her but didn't tell her I indulged every day and didn't tell her that I usually bring myself off every night during our chat sessions.

I added that young woman like her have needs because their bodies are changing from a young girl to a young and developed woman. Older woman have needs too because they don't have sex that often or don't have boyfriends and so they pleasure themselves.

There was a long delay in between my answer to her question and her response to it. Then her post appeared on the screen and all it said was WOW! And a smiley face beside it and I figured it was a good thing. It's amazing how easy it is to say things and exchange some of your more intimate and private aspects of yourself when you're chatting online. All the while during our chats I had been fingering myself and chatting with Ashley all this time was having an effect on me. Without her knowing, she was making me so hot and horny and my mind was already figuring out ways in which I might introduce Ashley to some girl on girl sex without scaring her off.

By now, and after hours of late night chats we were as close as any two friends could be. We had often joked that I was her older sister although be it only online. Getting to know people online can be more intimate sometimes. I mean heck I've told Ashley a lot of things about my personal life that I might not have shared in person with anyone and I think she had done the same. From chatting with her, I'm sure I'm the only person she has shared her inner most thoughts with and I sensed that she felt completely comfortable and open with me.

Over the next few nights Ashley kept asking more and more questions about sex and what and how to do things. I answered her questions the best I could. I tried to explain about her vulva and clitoris and those girl anatomy questions and because she was so inquisitive Ashley would look it up in some anatomy book at school or on Google and then explain it to me the next night. Sheesh! she was teaching me some things! Ashley was persistent and tonight she wanted to know all about this French kissing stuff and how to kiss a boy properly. I explained it to her as best I could and told her it was just something you have to try for yourself and practice to really know how great it feels to be French kissed and of course to get good at it. She thanked me for answering her questions and telling her about things that she couldn't ask her Mother or her friends about.

I told her I would be back in town next week and looking forward to our hikes on the paths. If she reminded me then, I'd be happy to explain the whole dating and kissing thing better to her since she was still being curious about the subject.

That following week I was so excited to see Ashley again that I phoned her cell right after work just to make sure she would be there at our agreed meeting place. Chatting with her online every night until late and sharing our intimate feelings had just increased my attraction to her I almost forgot about our age differences and of course the fact that she is of the same sex. Maybe it was for that reason that I was going crazy thinking about her and began to seriously explore the idea of showing her some girl on girl sex. I wasn't exactly sure, but I had a sense she had the same sexual feelings for me as I had for her but I knew I had be careful because after all Ashley was a minor. While on our walk she was quick to remind me about my promise.

"What promise would that be?" I asked.

"You know, you promised to tell me all about making out and French kissing, and boy stuff, remember?"

"Oh ya!, I remember, Damn it ! I thought, how am going to handle this one?

Well it's pretty simple I guess. A boy will try to "make a pass at you, you know, he'll try to put his arm around you and kiss you. They really like that and they'll try to feel you up. If you want to you just let him but don't come across as being too easy. Ashley was quiet for a few moments and she seemed OK with that answer.

"It's just one of those things you just have to try I guess," I told her, not really knowing what else to say about it.

Ashley then stopped in her tracks and turned to face me and I was just a few steps behind her.

"Terry," she asked, "I want to know everything. You're the only friend I can talk to about these things and I don't know anything about sex. Sometimes I feel so stupid when the other girls start talking about it. I hear the other girls at school and they think they know it all so you have to tell me everything."

I practically walked right into her when she stopped almost knocking her over. I paused for a moment and took a drink from my water bottle.

"Look Ashley, I have an idea. Do you trust me?

"Ya I guess so?"

"I mean do really trust me?" I asked her being very insistent.

"Yes I do. I trust you more than anyone Terry, why?"

Facing each other just inches away I rested my hands on her shoulders and knowing that I was about to cross a line here, I explained that if she trusted me I could show her everything she ever wanted to know about sex but it would have to be our secret just between her and me and under no circumstances was she to tell anyone. Ashley was a bright girl and she knew what this might mean but I'm not sure she had a grasp of the whole idea of how I was going to explain everything to her about sex. I was about to educate her if she let me.

Later that week Ashley told her Mom that she was going to a friend's place after school to do a project and she would have diner there. Ashley had permission to stay out until 8pm. She finished school at 3 o'clock and that gave us about 4 to 5 hours together. I took off work early that day and met Ashley at an ice cream store up the street from the hotel where we had a huge ice cream cone before walking back with her to my room. On the way there I noticed Ashley was a little nervous and quieter than she had been before. I kept asking if she was OK and she was honest with me and told me she was a little nervous telling me that she had never been in a fancy hotel room. I'm sure that was part it but I'm sure she was nervous as to what might happen once inside.

We entered my room and Ashley was amazed at the size of the King size bed. She liked the whirlpool tub and the amazing two person shower. I told that the whirlpool was really cool and that she'd like it if she tried it. She smiled but I'm not sure she caught my hint. Ashley thought the stocked fridge with juice and pop, and microwave popcorn bags were pretty cool. She walked over to the King size bed and sat down feeling the fluffy and soft comforter bedspread. I suddenly had a crazy idea to jump on the bed.

" I was never allowed to jump on the bed when I was a little girl but now that I'm grown up I do it all the time and no one can tell me not to." I told as I jumped up and down on the bed laughing.

With that I climbed up on the huge soft bed and started jumping on it like it was a huge trampoline. Ashley was laughing and I told her to jump up. I held her hands and we jumped up and down together. It was really rather fun behaving like a little kid again and Ashley was having a ball. She figured that a traveling job would be pretty cool so that she could jump on all the beds.

I couldn't help but to notice her perky breasts bouncing freely up and down and I instinctively held my meager 36c firmly with both my hands. After a few more bounces we knocked each down onto the bed and started laughing. We were both out breath, me more than her and as we lay there side by side recapturing our breath I put my hand on face and thanked her for making me feel so young. She lay there smiling and I kept my hand on her face and draped my leg over her blue jean covered thighs.

"I'm glad I came here Terry," she said. "This is more fun than walking that stupid path any day."

Our bodies now just a few inches away and still both gasping to catch our breath, I could feel the warmth of her thigh under my leg through my jeans and I told her I was glad she came to visit with me because even adults get lonely sometimes. We looked at each other for a few moments and smiled. Instinctively my fingers began rubbing her temple and I moved some of her shoulder length blonde hair out from in front of her eyes.

I was at an impasse at this point. Should I make a pass and chance that she might be scared off or just proceed slower. Surprisingly, I was a little scared myself to make that first move so I chose to take it slow and if she was in the same frame of mind then maybe she would send out a signal.

Then I surprised myself by playfully slapping her ass and starting to tickle her. Ashley was apparently a very ticklish girl and weather I tickled her stomach, underarms, or feet she just went wild. I tickled her all over as she laughed and begged me to stop. Ashley rolled around on the bed trying to protect her self and making attempts to tickle me but with no luck. On several occasions my hands would brush up against her breasts or I would rest my palms on their sides as I tickled her underarms, and they felt firm and hard as any young woman's breast would feel at that age. At one point Ashley manage to wrestle me down on the bed and was straddled on top of me pinning both my arms down with her shins and her pussy just inches away from my face. She was a strong little thing for her size I thought and in an effort to get away I raised my face to her pussy and managed to roll her off onto her left side. Now with both of us on our sides, I clamped my right arm and leg over her and held her down.

We were both hot and sweaty, trying to catch our breath, and laughing hysterically. I told her I give up and she said "Good because I'd have to wop you again". Snuggling up closer to her I commented how out of shape I was and I just remained there beside her breathing heavy with our faces just inches apart. Seeing this as an opportunity, I gave her what one would think of as a sisterly kiss right on her lips and thanked her for being my friend.

I caught her by surprise because Ashley didn't react. She didn't know how to react I suppose. A few seconds passed as we lay there, me smiling at her and I could see she wanted to do something but wasn't sure what. Then that's when she asked me if that is how a girl kisses a boy. What an opening I thought. I said no not quite. That is how a sister would kiss her little sister.

"That's just an ordinary kiss," I told her.

"Ya I know, that's how my Mom or Dad kiss me but that's not how boys do it is it?"

"No, not really, they usually close their eyes when they kiss and the boys like to make their kisses last a long time," I told her.

"So what's a French kiss then, all the girls are talking about it in school and I don't think it's that cool to have someone's tongue in your mouth is it?" she asked.

"Well that wasn't a French kiss, just a sisterly kind of kiss." I told her.

"I'd have to show you but I'm a little nervous you know."

"Ya, I know what you mean. I'm really nervous right now because I'm shaking but you promised to teach me everything about kissing remember?

"Yes I remember but I wasn't going to show you unless you really wanted me to, so do you think you're ready for lesson one?"

Ashley nodded, almost too eagerly and I told her that she couldn't tell anyone about what I was going to teach her. Ashley nodded again and said she promised that she wouldn't tell anyone.

Laying on my side, I propped my head on my hand and elbow and moved what remaining blonde hair she had covering her face with my free hand.

"Now I'm going to teach you how to kiss and after I show you what to do, we can practice for a little while if you like. It's OK if you don't want to do it and it's OK if you ever want to stop OK?

Ashley was eager to learn so she just instinctively puckered her lips slightly and closed her eyes to prepare for what she had secretly been wanting for a long time. She was nervous but knew that at this time there was nothing else she wanted to do more but to learn how to be a great kisser and to kiss Terry. Ashley had developed a secret crush for Terry and would die of embarrassment if she thought Terry knew about it.

After chatting with Terry so many times on those late nights this attraction for this older woman just intensified and now her fantasies were about to come true. The thought of actually touching and feeling Terry's lips on hers had gotten Ashley wet beyond her imagination. All she wanted was to be with her, to kiss Terry and to hold her. She really didn't know what to do but knew that if she asked, Terry would show her.

Leaning over her, Terry planted a gentle kiss on Ashley's lips and explained that was just a plain old kiss. That's the kind of kiss you might give a friend or a parent. The next type of kiss is one that a boy your age might give you so you'll like him. Terry leaned over and kissed Ashley again, this time letting their lips touch for a longer time and hugging Ashley in the process.

"So how did you like that one?"

" I liked it better. I like it better when you hug me, Ashley said.

"Well OK then, you'll really like this one. It's a French kiss and what you have to do now is after we are kissing for a few seconds, open your mouth a little and we can touch our tongues together, ready?"

I embraced Ashley close to me and kissed her passionately. She caught on quickly because she had her mouth open and ready for me with her tongue searching for mine. I could feel her hard breasts up against my chest and my panties were getting wet again for about the third time already. Ashley let out a low moan and began to squirm in my arms. She wrapped her arms around me and I was surprised at how natural she seemed to be at all of this. For a first timer she was doing great! Ashley enjoyed French kissing because her tongue was on the prowl for mine and she couldn't get enough. Her lips felt soft and sensuous. I knew she wasn't experienced but Ashley sure knew how to turn me on!

I moved my hand down her thigh and back up to chest where I found her breasts. I started to feel her up and she didn't protest. I paused our kissing for a moment and stared at her laying there beside me with her eyes closed and ready for more of whatever came her way.

"I knew that would be your favorite kind of kissing," I told her, after breaking our embrace and with that I kissed her again. I told her that I wanted to show her how much fun kissing could be and how much fun two girls can have. I asked her if she ever wondered what I looked like naked and she shyly and red faced said that she thought about it during our chats. I began to slip my T-shirt up over my head and I unclipped my lacy thin bra. Ashley was taken in all of the vision and was entranced with what she saw. I leaned over to her again and planted a passionate kiss on her quivering lips and brought her hands to bare breasts for her to feel. Ashley was enjoying this new experience and so was I. I was the first person to ever kiss her like a lover would, and that my breasts were probably the first ones she's ever touched in a sexual way. I was doing all I could to contain myself.

This moment had reminded me of the first time I had sex with another woman, a girl actually. It was Amanda and ever since Amanda, I knew that only another woman, another girl, could satisfy me sexually. It had been so long since I had sex with someone else and even longer, since I've been with another girl that I had to be careful not to overwhelm my sweet young lover and scare her off. At this point however, I don't think she wanted to be anywhere else but here with me.

I slowly removed Ashley's bra and exposed her beautiful round, firm and high breasts. I asked her if she was OK with everything and she replied that she was. I moved my mouth over her left breast and began to suck on her nipple gently. With my free hand I moved down into her panties and felt her soaking wet tight pussy. Ashley jumped at first touch of my finger in her hot pussy as if a jolt of lightening had passed through her. She had cum more in the last 15 minutes than she had ever thought possible and was now shaking wildly and thrusting her hips up and down trying to explode and expel the last of her hot virgin pussy juice. I fingered her gently so as not to hurt her and by the feel of things I don't think she ever put anything in there other than her fingers.

Her nipples were hard as rocks as I alternated my sucking mouth from one tit to the other. Then with a one big upward thrust Ashley was convulsing and shaking uncontrollably as she let loose her pussy juice like a gushing wave. I continued to gently rub and stroke her in all the right places and brought my fingers, soaked with her cum to her mouth so she could lick and slurped them up.

I moved her mouth onto my breast and she instinctively began to suck on my nipple. Ashley was a natural and didn't seem the least bit hesitant to learn more and more from me. I was soaked and needed to have a good cum myself but I wasn't going to ask her to do anything at this point. This was to be her day, her first time out and her first taste of girl to girl love.

To be Continued,
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