My First Girl

By Thom

I've had a lot of wonderful experiences with little girls in my thirty-one-year life time but I think my first was the most memorable. It was my college roommate who first introduced me to the Sapphic lifestyle. She caught me masturbating one night when she came home late and suggested that I didn't have to do that alone if I didn't want to. I can't believe how naïve I was or that I hadn't thought to enjoy sex with one of my girlfriends in high school. I had had oral sex with a few guys that I had dated, giving and receiving but no intercourse.

Anyway, my roommate taught me a lot about girls and how we can make each other feel good and that we know a lot more about that then guys do. I wouldn't say my roommate and I were like in love or anything, we just had a very gentle, loving, sexually satisfying relationship. When my first year ended, I wasn't sad, at least not right away, to be parting from her. We had already agreed we would room again the following year. But after I had been home a couple of days, I began to wonder how I was going manage being on my own, back to my own hand and out of reach of someone's mouth or another pussy to trib.

My summer job consisted of being responsible for my 8-year-old cousin whose parents were having some relationship issues and heavy career responsibilities. They live in a city in another state and we only see them every other year or so. I don't think I had seen her for a couple of years and that was a brief holiday visit.

We live in the country and somehow all of the adults seemed to think that a summer in the country with me would be good for her. My parents also both work, professionally full time. We have a pool and I had access to a car but I wasn't looking forward to spending my summer with her. Most of my friends had real jobs so I didn't think I could even have them hang out with me. I think I could have done the wicked-step-sister thing on her and she probably would have been so intimidated that she would have cowered in the corner all summer but I'm not really like that. But becoming horny as hell and not really sure what I was going to do with this just-become 4th grader, was making me ornery.

Mom and dad brought her home one evening after work, they had picked her up at the airport. To begin with, she was beautiful. Long, red flowing hair. The cutest face you've ever seen, freckles, a button nose. I'm guessing that she was a little over 4 feet tall and between 50 and 60 pounds. She had traveled in what looked like a school uniform, white oxford shirt, plaid skirt — very short — white socks and saddle shoes (really, I didn't know they even made saddle shoes any more).

Thinking back on it, it must have been when I first saw her and reacquainted myself with her that day that I first sensed an opportunity. I think I must have felt something very visceral, very ancient, very erotic in seeing her but honestly it didn't register in my consciousness right away. Later though, I think it was the same evening, when I went to bed and started my evening masturbation ritual that her image crept into my fantasy.

I had a few girl-on-girl magazines with girls fucking one another in a variety of ways. I would look through them to arouse myself. Did I say I'm naked? I do that first. I take off all of my clothes, look at my body in the full length mirror. I mostly have a girl's body too. Very small boobs, a handful really. I shave what little hair I have on my pussy. My slit is mostly closed like a child's. I like that about me. My legs are not bulky. My ass is girlish but not womanish. I'm about 5' 2” and weighed then around 115 pounds.

Anyway, I used to start by admiring myself in the mirror, rubbing my tits and cunny. Fingering myself in my vagina and in my ass. I would pull the mirror over to the edge of the bed, lie down and pull my knees up to my shoulders so that I would have a good view of my underneath. The only thing missing was someone else's mouth to go down on it and someone else to watch.

From there I would find my mags. As I turned further and further into myself and my own feelings, I would usually fantasize that I was with my roommate and with the good memories of our time together, get over thinking about something we had done to one another: oral, anal, hands, trib.

That evening, my cousin's face kept substituting itself for my roommates. When I imagined my roommate's cunt, it became younger, smoother, like a little girl. When I fantasized a fist in my pussy, it was smaller and able to penetrate further. Initially, I forced myself to go back to thinking of my roommate thinking that you can't do your cousin and you can't do an 8 year old. But I found the fantasy of doing girl-on-girl with her way too arousing, way too compelling to get out of my mind. After I got over thinking I shouldn't do it, I went about thinking how I could pull it off.

The beginning of our special relationship came a week or so into her stay. We typically did errands in the mornings, shopping, changing library books and then would come home for a swim. After swimming we would shower and usually read in the afternoon or watch a movie. After that first evening's fantasy about her, it was hard for me to get her out of mind. It was tough spending all day and evening with her and not be able to do some of the things I was dreaming about.

One day, after a swim when we were getting ready to take showers, she asked me if I would help her cream rinse her hair. The chlorine and sun was damaging it. She said her mom would have helped her at home. Naturally my heart nearly stopped and I found myself squeezing my thighs tightly onto my sex. I answered that we would just shower together. I could help her with her hair; we could wash each other's backs.

She didn't miss a beat over my suggestion. I was going to see her naked either way. With both of us in the shower, the possibilities improved but I had never done this before — seduced a young girl into sex. I would have liked to catch her masturbating as my roommate had caught me but being naked with her, even if nothing came of it was titillating.

We both undressed quickly. I would have liked to have taken her clothes off of her myself, a little bit at a time, timing the exposure to our intimate time together with kisses and seduction. But seeing her was everything I imagined it to be. Her breasts showed no sign whatsoever of development. Not even the nub stage. She was going to be a late bloomer. Her sex mound was puffy, smooth and unblemished. Her slit was just a fine line. Her pubescent and adult body was still a ways a way.

After we got in the shower, she remarked about my hairless pussy. I told her that I don't have much hair there anyway when it grows but that I keep it shaved. When she asked why, I said that my college roommate and I had a physical relationship and that we preferred to see and touch each other clean shaven.

She seemed to take that in stride too and asked me what girls do together. I asked her if she didn't touch herself to make herself feel better and she said yes she did. I told her that we do that too and touch each other and sometimes use our mouths. She spoke right up like a sailor and suggested it was oral sex only a girl giving it instead of a guy and that she got it.

We had a couple of mesh sponges in the shower with us so I offered to do her back and then she offered to do mine. When she had finished doing my back, I turned to face her and told her that she was doing such a good job and that it felt so good, that she could do my front too. Maybe there was the briefest hesitation at that but apparently without embarrassment, she scrubbed my front. Did I sense that she took a few extra strokes over my breasts and between my legs when she pushed the sponge down there or did I just imagine it?

That was all that happened the first shower and I patiently bided my time except that now my fantasy masturbations were perfectly accurate, I couldn't get her little girl's body out of my mind. When she went swimming in her two piece suit, I could see right through it.

A few more days passed and she asked me if I would help her with her hair again. I naturally agreed and we went into the bathroom and stripped off our suits. This time when we got to the back-washing part, she turned around and said I could do her front. "Be happy to," I responded and I definitely did hesitate over her tits and between her legs. I think when it came my turn to have my back and front washed, she did too. Maybe that sponge came between my legs from the back when she was at the bottom of my ass crack.

While we were chatting in the shower and afterward, she had questions about my relationship with a girl. She wanted to know if girls can make other girls feel as good as a guy can make a girl feel. I told her that I think girls can make other girls feel better than guys can.

The next day she asked me if I didn't think we should just keep taking showers together to save water and 'cause it was fun even though she didn't need to do her hair. I agreed that that was a very sensible idea. I told her I did need to shave my legs and my cunny real quick if she didn't mind but that I hoped that we could wash each other.

It might have been the pussy shaving that she watched in fascination that pushed her over the edge. I think I caught her touching herself out of the corner of my eye. Or it might have been that when it came time to wash her, I didn't pick up the sponge. I soaped my hands instead and used them to wash her back. When she turned, I did the same to her front. I paused more than just a little bit over her tits and her nipples responded. After I ran my soaped hand between her legs a couple of times and withdrew it, she whined a little-girl whine and asked me not to stop.

I reinserted my had between her thighs but suggested we would be more comfortable in bed. We dried and scampered across the hall and jumped on the bed. I told her to lie on her back. I lay on my side next to her, my head propped up on my elbow. I kissed her on her mouth and told her that I thought she was the most beautiful creature that I had ever seen.

Using my free hand, I gently caressed her hair, her cheek, her neck. I lightly touched her nipples with my finger tips. They responded again. I leaned over and sucked on them. I slowly let my fingers work down her torso. I took a long pause above her sex on her pubic bone, just stroking it lightly. She began to squeeze her thighs together and squirm in anticipation. When I thought she was quite close to getting over, I took my first two fingers and pushed her labia over her clit without entering her and firmly rubbed it a couple of times. She screamed out with her orgasm.

I kissed her again, a bit more passionately and she returned the pressure. I told her I was going to take care of myself and I scooted around on the bed so that my bum was facing her. She propped her head up to get a good view while I proceeded to raise my knees up toward my chest as I do when I'm by myself. But this time I had the sweetest audience ever. She put her hand on her sex, inserting her middle finger slightly into her slit. I pounded my clit while I looked at her little body and watched her watch me and watched her touch herself which pushed me to a height I had never reached before.

Our showers became daily after that. At first we played with each other in the showers and in bed afterward. I still enjoyed masturbating for her but she learned to help out by fingering my vagina and teasing my clit out of its hiding place. Having her hand do me was ecstasy.

We moved next to using our mouths and tongues on one another. I showed her how to do me first. She wanted so much to please me. I quickly though introduced us to 69 because I wanted desperately to have my mouth on that baby cunny. It was even sweeter than I expected it to be. Just imagine this prepubescent girl's virgin parts in your mouth!

Before the summer was over though we were engaging in serious girl-on-girl sex. I had taught her to fist me. We had tried tribbing and it was very successful. We would scissor wrap our legs around one another from either end of the bed and gently rock our hips. Neither one of us needed much intensity to get over and we could lie end to end like this for what seemed like hours, rubbing and coming, rubbing and coming. After the sex, we would simply cuddle, holding each other naked, her smaller body wrapped over mine.

My cousin and I spent one additional summer together before life took us on separate paths. We had longed for one another the whole year in between and our summer together was seriously intense but a story for another time.

As I turned 31, she turned 21 and was about to graduate from college. She wrote right after she started college, though, to say that she seduced her roommate right after they started school so that she could have great girl-on-girl sex while she was there. She said recently that she is looking forward to her first little girl as soon as she has the opportunity.