Katherine's Story, Part 1

by Mona Lessie

I have a story to share that happened to my best friend, Katherine. She told me all the details, but would not post the story. She and I have experimented since we were 11 and we are both now 22. This happened when she was 11. I will tell the story in the first person, even though it was Katherine and not me.

I started Girl Scouts when I turned 11. Mrs. Smith (fictitious name) suggested that I join when I turned 11. I knew her because she was a very prominent member of the church I attended growing up. She was a teacher in church and had other responsibilities. She was married to a successful businessman in our town and they had two daughters, both of them younger than me.

What I remember most about Mrs. Smith was how pretty she was and how the men looked at her. She wore nice clothes and jewelry. She could have been a model she was so feminine and beautiful - a very nice, curvy body to go with her pretty face. She did not look like a scout leader, but she was the assistant scout master and very involved with the troop. She was respected and always seemed to get people's attention and when she suggested I join scouts, I was sure it must be a good idea.

I did the regular things in school, usually with my best friend Mona. Mona and I had been best friends since we were 5 or 6. At age 11, we had both started getting a little pubic hair and small tits, with mine developing a little faster than Mona's. I knew this because Mona and I had bathed together since we were 5 or 6 years of age. I was a few months older than her. I was an average student and Mona and I played sports together.

Mona could not join scouts when I did because she was still 10 when I turned 11. I reluctantly joined and went to summer camp without my best friend, not something I looked forward to. So I went to camp for one week up in the mountains, miles away from home - and Mona stayed home. It was my first full week away from home. We slept in bunk beds in cabins with three sides and a top - open in front.

The first night at camp, I had to go to the latrine (outdoor bathroom) in the middle of the night and right before I got there, something made a noise and scared me to death. I ran back to camp to the bed of my scout leader Mrs. Smith. She consoled me and suggested that she walk me to the latrine and then get in bed with her. It was a single bed on ground level. I readily climbed in with her because my heart was racing and I could not imagine sleeping alone.

She stroked my head as I lay there up against her body. Her hand moved down my chest, touching my little tits. When her hand touched my nipples, they were sensitive to her touch and became hard. She was the first person to touch them besides me. She continued stroking and her hand moved down my tummy, just lightly touching me. Her hand was not under my pajamas, but moving over my entire chest and then tummy.

After a while, her hand slipped inside my pajamas and softly touched my skin. Then she moved her hand under the elastic band of my panties. I could feel my heart beating faster. Her hand gradually moved on down to my coochie and I could feel her touching the peach fuzz above my slit. I was excited about what was happening, feeling another person's hand on me there. I must say I liked being touched there. I had never had intimate contact with another girl - or boy - and had never really thought about touching a girl's body. I was confused about what was happening - a grown married woman with girls of her own touching me in such a naughty way.

Mrs. Smith moved her hand on down and actually touched my pussy. She spread it apart with her thumb and finger and touched my most intimate flesh between my lips with the tip of her middle finger. She moved her finger around in my hole and touched me in a place where it felt real naughty and tingly. Her finger was wet and now I realize that it was probably her saliva. She never said a word, which was weird. Here I was, lying in bed with an older woman who was touching me in ways I had never experienced. It felt like her other arm and hand were moving, and I realized later than she was probably pleasuring herself while pleasuring me.

She continued to play with my pussy as I lay next to her and I did not move. She gently pushed my legs apart. The more she touched my pussy, the better it made it feel. The tingling led to a very special feeling down there, one of the best feelings I'd ever had. I got real wet when I had that special feeling and Mrs. Smith brought out a cloth and wiped it clean. I went to sleep after she played with my pussy. She woke me early and suggested I get back in my bed right before daylight.

The next night I was back in my top bunk in my cabin and she came by my cabin after lights out. As a scout leader, she had to make sure that we had all used the bathroom and brushed our teeth before going to bed. She stood by my top bunk in the dark and did the same thing she did when I was in her bed. Her hand went under the elastic band of my panties and eventually went to my pussy and played with it, giving me that special feeling. She never said a word, just standing there with her hand in my panties. She knew how to do it so well and it made my pussy feel so good, her finger being in me there. When I would get close to that feeling, my heart would beat faster and I would breathe faster. After I had the special feeling and my pussy got wet, she would take a cloth and clean my pussy.

I must admit that I loved the way Mrs. Smith made me feel. I looked forward to her coming by and just standing there, her hand in my panties playing with my pussy. Before my experience with her, I had never played with myself. She certainly taught me how I could touch myself and make my pussy feel so naughty and good. I liked her doing it.

I told Mona everything about my first summer camp, including Mrs. Smith. Although we were best friends, I think she had a hard time believing what had happened. What happened with Mrs. Smith did lead to me and Mona experimenting and we were soon playing with each other's pussies. I taught Mona how to touch herself and masturbate and cum. We would masturbate together and we would masturbate each other.

After Mona joined the Girl Scouts, she and I would go on weekend camping trips with our troop. We would share a tent and Mrs. Smith would come by our tent late at night. She would check to see if we were asleep and I would answer her but Mona didn't. Mona pretended to be asleep although she and I both were wide awake. Mrs. Smith would come into the tent, sit between me and Mona and stroke me softly, then gradually move her hand down between my legs. After some rubbing, she would move her hand into my pajamas, under the band of my panties and begin stroking my pussy. I loved her doing this to me. I learned a year or two after this that I was having an orgasm and that she was masturbating me. She taught me some things that I have duplicated many times alone and with Mona.

Mrs. Smith never said a word to me while she played with my pussy. She would stand or sit there in the dark and remain completely silent. Maybe it would be like it did not happen if she did not talk. The process was always the same - she would stroke me, gradually moving her hand into my panties, playing with my pussy, rubbing my clit, making me cum, then cleaning up the mess I made when I came. I wonder now if she saved those handkerchiefs that she used to clean me with to smell later to remind her of my sexy pussy.

After some months of camping trips, Mona was unable to go at the last minute so I was in a tent alone. Mrs. Smith came to my tent late at night like always. Except this time there was no Mona sleeping beside me. She went through the same routine, except this time she pulled my panties completely off and played with me, then moved her head down between my legs and put her mouth on my pussy. I was both shocked and excited, never having felt anything so good as her tongue stroking my pussy and focusing on my clit. She made me cum this way, then cleaned me up with her handkerchief.

What happened next was even more shocking. She came back the next night and again removed my panties. She gently rubbed and stroked, then moved her head between my thighs and put her mouth on my pussy. She stopped for a brief moment, moving around in the darkness. She turned around and squatted over my face, putting her bare bottom so close to my face that I could smell her female aroma. Again, without saying one word. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my face and her pussy touched my face. She was licking me so all I knew to do was bring my tongue out and made contact with her moist cunt. I tried doing to her what she was doing to me and soon I came on her mouth and she did the same to me, her fluids squirting onto my face and into my mouth. She cleaned my very wet pussy with a cloth as usual and she also wiped my face, removing the fluids that she had left there. She may have cleaned herself. I don't know because it was completely dark in the tent. When she would remove my panties, she would put them back on me after we were finished.

What happened with Mrs. Smith that night was wonderful. If I had known what a lesbian was, I would have known that was who I was. But I had no idea about that - all I knew what that what had happened between us was exciting, made my heart beat faster and made my pussy feel incredibly good. When I returned from the camping trip, I told Mona all about what had happened in the tent that night. I convinced her to let me lick and suck her pussy and within a day or so she was doing mine. It became one of our regular spend the night sessions to get naked, touch each other's pussy and lick and suck each other. Before Girl Scouts and Mrs. Smith, Mona and I had been naked and bathed together - even used the bathroom together - but never had sex. That all changed and we have sex together to this day. I am a confirmed lesbian and Mona is bi.

To my knowledge, Mrs. Smith never got into trouble. I do not know if she had sex with other girls in the troop. I never told anyone but Mona, probably because I did not want to get Mrs. Smith in trouble and cause her to stop making me feel good. Mona and I are still close and we talk about Mrs. Smith and whether she ever got into trouble. It seems very risky, what Mrs. Smith did. If I had told someone who told someone else, it could have eventually gotten to an adult who could have caused trouble.