Her First Encounter

by Tammi xxxx

My name is Tamara Louise, I'm 16 years old and have always preferred girls, since my first experience at school when I was 13 with a girl two years older than me. I live in a small market town in Lincolnshire with my Mum, Dad, older brother Ben and our dog Sadie. Our house is detached and in a small cul-de-sac of some twelve others. The people who own the house next door moved into a bungalow and rented their house out to a mother, Jean, and her 10 year old daughter, Ellen.

That was 2 years ago and Ellen is now 12 years old and pretty as a picture. I have spent the last 2 years watching Ellen grow up and lusting after her. Wrong? I know it is and, at 18 now, I should know better, but she is now about 4' 8" tall, with long coltish legs, a lovely rounded bum and delightful looking boobs, which are almost as big as mine, and I'm only a 34B cup. With her ready smile, long fair hair and deep green eyes, it's little wonder that I always watch her when she's playing outside with the other kids in the street, especially when she turns cartwheels in the road and her top exposes her bra, or more.

Today is the first of August, it's the middle of the summer holidays, the sun is beating down and I've been home from college in nearby Stamford for about an hour. I have showered and changed into a summer dress and tiny knickers, and sit watching Ellen ride her scooter along the pavement; her long legs propelling her at almost break-neck speeds. She is wearing a spaghetti strap lemon top and a short lemon skirt and, as always, I am waiting for that deliciously tantalising glimpse of her thighs and knickers. Dad's away for a few days, Ben is at his girlfriends, Mum is working until 7-o-clock and I sit here daydreaming about Ellen. My nipples are hard and pointy, and my lower regions are becoming slightly damp as I watch Ellen turn a cartwheel right outside my window, revealing a pair of pale green knickers and her lovely thighs.

I sigh as I watch her, when suddenly the doorbell rings. On answering it, I find it's Jean from next door and she asks me if I would mind 'giving an eye' to Ellen as she's just been called into work, but doesn't expect to be more than a couple of hours. I readily agree and she goes off to inform Ellen, who sees me and waves. I return her wave and tell her just to walk in when she's ready, or if she wants drink. Jean goes off to work, Ellen continues playing and I continue lusting after her and watching her every move. After about 30 minutes she appears at the door and tells me she's had enough for a while and is thirsty. I make her a drink and we sit down on the sofa; I suggest we watch a DVD, but she settles for the TV.

I slip my arm round her shoulders and she shuffles a bit closer to me; I can feel the heat of her thigh and I'm looking at her lovely long legs, daydreaming about the recent sight of her young thighs. We are chatting away about her holidays when the subject of boyfriends comes up. She's still at age where she finds most boys "smelly and stupid" and we giggle as I agree with her. My left hand is over her shoulder and tantalisingly close to her left boob, and Ellen is cuddled quite close to me, with her head on a level with my boobs and their now very hard nipples; temptation is very strong! Ellen asks if she can use the bathroom, and as she heads upstairs, I slip my hand in my knickers and stroke my wet clitoris. What am I thinking? I ask myself, she's only 12 and she's turning me on so much!

When she returns from the bathroom, we go back to sitting the way we were, and Ellen even pulls my arm round her shoulders. I give in! I allow the tips of my fingers to lightly stroke their way over her boob, before gently closing my hand over it and feeling her small nipple start to come to life; Ellen just sighs and hitches closer to me. "OMG I'm so sorry Ellen," I say, "I don't know what I was thinking about!" and take my hand away. She looks up at me and grins as she says "It felt nice Tammi, so don't be sorry please." Her sparkling eyes and her lips, slightly parted, draw me closer to her and I kiss her lightly on the lips as she puts her arm round my neck and pulls me closer. Before I can think further, I slip my tongue between her soft lips and we are suddenly French kissing; is this lovely creature really only 12, I ask myself?

Informing me that she has 'kissed a boy before,' I grin at her and we lock lips once again, and my hand smothers her boob. Making a joke of it, I tell her that her boobs are almost as big as mine, and she blushes as she asks if she can feel? Can you?? OMG yes please honey, I think to myself as I tell her yes. Her small hand reaches for, and caresses, my right boob and I feel my nipple spring further to attention immediately she touches me. She says that she thinks my boobs are bigger and I see this as a golden opportunity to see hers for the first time. I start to unbutton the front of my dress and say, "Let's find out then," and grin at her. She giggles and pulls her top over her head as I shrug my shoulders out of my dress.

I put my arms round her waist and pull her to me. Her legs part and she straddles my lap, putting her gorgeous boobs at the right height. I look at them and whisper that she's beautiful, seeing her small nipples start to react as she tells me that mine are definitely bigger and strokes them lightly. Oh Ellen, I sigh, as my mouth reaches to her and my lips enclose first one delicious nipple, then the other, feeling them grow between my lips. She wraps her fingers in my hair and says "Ooh, that feels so nice. I think you're wonderful Tammi, I wish you were my sister," as my tongue rolls over and round her nipples, savouring her. We kiss again, softly and gently, and my hand slips under her skirt and softly strokes her inner thighs. Her breathing quickens as she buries her face in my shoulder and I feel the heat from her as my hand gets closer and closer to that delicious spot that I have dreamed about.

"Has anyone ever touched you down there?" I whisper, and she shakes her head as the back of my hand rubs slowly over her mons, aware that it's slightly damp and putting it down to the weather and her playing outside. "Tell me if you want me to stop," I whisper to her and again she shakes her head and says, "No, I like it Tammi." My fingers find the elastic leg of her knickers and I slip inside, gently probing between her damp lips and stroking her clitoral hood I ask if she knows what I'm doing? "Stroking my clit-thingy," she says, "It makes my tummy go all tingly." Smiling to myself I tell her that I can make it feel super-tingly if I kiss it, and she just sighs; I feel her breath against my neck, aware that she's panting slightly. Asking her to stand up, I draw her elastic-topped lemon skirt down her legs and she steps out of it as I slowly pull her knickers down, revealing her delicious vulva with a light sprinkling of very fine hairs, feeling my heart race as I gaze upon her puffy lips and seeing that she is indeed damp.

I gently push her down and she sits on the settee as I take off my dress, followed by my (now wet) knickers. Looking at Ellen, I see her mouth is 'O' shaped and her eyes are feasting on my wet mons. I kneel in front of her and ask her to shuffle to the edge of the settee and lay back, as I part her legs and drool at the sight of her puffy lips, parting as her legs open and revealing her delicious looking pink inner self. With my hands on the top of her thighs, I use my thumbs to open her labia and disclose her clitoral hood and the entrance to her sweet vagina. I lower my face to her pussy and lick her lips from bottom to top very slowly, hearing her sighs as my tongue probes deeper, tasting her sublime pre-teen juices with a delicate hint of pee. My tongue circles her vagina and I gently insert it in her; as I do so, Ellen reaches down and grasps my hair tightly. I glance up to see her mouth open, her eyes closed and hear her panting little breaths. I lick the length of her sweet slit and circle her clitoral hood, pushing my thumbs upwards to reveal her lovely clitoris, which I start to lick and suck.

In less than a minute I felt her thighs start to tremble and looked up to see her tummy muscles tighten and release as she bit her bottom lip. She cried out my name as her orgasm hit and her hips gyrated, and my tongue sought her vagina and pushed gently inside, feeling her delicious pre-teen juices dribble down and I sucked up every last drop of her heavenly offering. After a few minutes she relaxed and I felt her fingers slacken in my hair; looking up, our eyes met and she just said "Oh wow Tammi," and I smiled and asked if she liked it. "My tummy got sort of super-tingly when you kissed me there, and then sort of super, super-tingly and I think I pee'd myself .......sorry," she said and I explained that she hadn't pee'd but had her first proper orgasm, and tried to explain what I meant by that. "So, now you know that if you gently rub your clitoris, you can feel super-tingly anytime, and don't be afraid to let yourself go and enjoy it," I said. "Did you have an organism?" she asked and I corrected her, saying that I did and that it was all because of her sexy young body .....which was the truth.

I then said that we ought to get cleaned up and, taking her hand, led her upstairs to the bathroom, where we both stood in the shower and washed ourselves, with me using the excuse of 'washing' her to massage her delicious vulva. We dried ourselves off and, grabbing a clean pair of knickers, we went downstairs to dress again. Cuddling on the settee, she looked at me and thanked me for making her first 'organism,' saying it felt really wicked. I chuckled at that and told her the pleasure had been mine as well, saying that she tasted absolutely delicious and how much I had enjoyed it too, and telling her that it must always be out secret. We kissed and I felt those lovely feelings starting again, but said that her Mum would soon be here as she said "I love you Tammi," and I told her the same thing.

Some ten minutes later the doorbell rang and I went to answer it, picking up my dirty knickers on the way and dropping them on the bottom of the stairs. Of course it was Jean returning and asking if Ellen had been good? I said, "She's been an absolute angel, don't worry, and she can come round anytime Jean," thinking to myself, you have no idea just HOW good she's been, and how delicious she tastes. With that, Ellen kissed me and said thank you, with Jean also saying thanks for looking after her. Two minutes later I was naked on my bed, with my vibrator bringing me to another 'organism' as I re-lived the past hour or so with Ellen. I wonder if it will be repeated? Maybe ......................