| Unfinished #3: First times This is a work of pure fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity with persons under the legal age in real life. I was a bossy girl in my youth. I was lucky enough to keep around me most of my GG, my Girls Gang, since kindergarten up to high school. Well, we weren't always in same class but we were in the same school. And we got to know other girls as well. I knew I preferred girls like forever and when we got into puberty, we became more than curious. Most of my friends started to talk about boys and there were the worse moments of my life. I dated few boys to do like my friends, to not be left behind but I didn't like it that much. I didn't know how and why but sure I didn't want to tell anyone I liked girls way more than boys. But we did practice kissing with each other and it was great. As we grow older, our parents stopped allowing all of us to have sleepovers together. But one friend or two from time to time was still OK. And it was even better for practising. We talked about boys, sex or masturbation. We often showed each other techniques and sometimes we did it on each other while making out. Those times were awesome because I really felt I was doing the right thing and I didn't have to pretend to be straight. There was a girl we met in middle school, she was kinda cute and funny but there was something that pissed me off with her. She was ALWAYS nice with everybody and smiling to anyone. Well, I did like her but I felt she was faking somehow. When we were 13 or 14, she invited me for a sleepover. She was a perfect guess, she even let me sleep in her bed while she slept in a sleeping bag on the floor. I also noticed she obeyed to anything her parents told her to do without talking back or looking annoyed with their requests. I know I and most of the girls I knew were bothered with doing chores when you'd like to do anything else but chores. Later, one of the times my mother was away, her parents allowed her to sleep at my home Friday and Saturday, two nights in a row. We told them we had some homework to do together. Well, it was true but it wouldn't last more than one hour. She been here before so I didn't have to make the tour. I told her to start working while I prepared some snack and drinks (cookies and coke). I didn't do anything on the homework, she did all the searches and the writing. I sometimes stood up and looked over her shoulder what she was doing, you know, kinda like a teacher. I gave her instructions or ideas and she agreed to anything I told her without defend her point of view. And when she had an idea, she always asked me what I was thinking about it. And she looked so pleased each time I found one of them good. Once the homework done, we listened to music and been silly and had fun. We made some pastas for dinner and watched tv. There was Psycho that night and the movie was really scary but there were some hot scenes in it. If you never saw this movie, you have to see it. We were holding each other tight on the couch and screamed together to the scariest parts. We were so scared we took a shower together, we didn't touch each other yet even if I wanted to soap her firm little boobies forever. We wore nightgowns and went to bed in my mother bedroom. She had a big bed so it would be nice and safer to sleep close together. We talked about the movie and the peeping scene and the main murder scene and how pretty the actress was. I asked her if she had caught anything naughty before. She said she never had but often heard her parents fucking at night and it gave her tingles. I told her I caught my mother once she was fucking a guy I thought was my dad. She giggled but was shocked when I told her she was straddling her lover. I told her I seen my mother naked lot of times as just both of us live together. She confessed she seen her mom naked several times. I told her her mother was pretty and she admitted blushing a bit indeed she was. Then, I asked her if she masturbates. She blushed and said she never did it as her parents told her not to. But she admitted to sometimes squeeze her thighs hard and it felt good. She asked me if I was doing it and I told her I was but had a better way to do it so I went to my bedroom to grab my pillow. I showed her how I like to masturbate the most: humping my pillow. I took off my nightgown and played with my boobies too. She watched in awe until I came. She didn't make a move nor dare to do it too but it was obvious she was turned on. Then we slept. I woke up before her and she had her head on my pillow. She had to pretend she was sleeping and be sure I was sleeping before getting my pillow under her face. I got bored and I touched her boobies through her nightgown and they were really firm, mines were bigger but more soft. I stopped when she began to stir. We ate breakfast and listen to music again. We didn't have Internet at the time nor DVD player, my mother didn't even had buy a video player. So we talked again. Then I picked a book from my mother's collection, it was "Fanny Hill". It's about an innocent young girl who goes to work as a maid in a brothel and how she soon learned to please and became a famous courtesan. I made her read out loud the part where Fanny sleeps with the youngest whore and the teenage girl teaches her to touch herself and so on. She was really turned on but didn't dare to play with her cunny 'cause her parents told her not to do that. She's from a religious family. So I told her I'd masturbate her instead herself doing it so she wouldn't disobey to her parents. She let me. She came really hard. I never seen anyone coming that hard before. Actually, I never seen anyone else coming. I guess it might be the release of a veeeery long sexual frustration even if we were still young. Then she wanted to do it again. In fact, she wanted me to do it again. I teased her over and over, grazing and lightly touching her until she begged me to do it again. I told her to ask properly and then I might do it again. I didn't get why she couldn't rub her pussy if she wanted it so badly. She begged me with lot of "please", she even said she'd do anything I'd want. Then I said I would... maybe later. I realized I had power on her. My will had submit hers. It was thrilling to know I could do anything I wanted in a very different way I did since kindergarten. We played with my mother's make-up. I did her, bit too heavy. Then I told her she was my doll so we went in my mom's closet and she had to take off her nightgown. I made her wear stockings and garter-belt and watch herself into the full length mirror. She looked like a cheap whore. I told her to stand still while I put on her stockings and garter. I stood behind her and commented about her body and how sexy she was almost naked. I touched her everywhere. I teased her boobies a lot. Every now and then, I rubbed her pussy for a very short time. She was really wet. I was horny in a way I never been before. I made her to masturbate me. I had to tell her how to do it. I liked how she obeyed to my every word. I came, I don't know if it was because of what she did or the fact she did as been told. I teased her vocally, a first for me. I told her she was a bad girl, what she did to me was nasty and she was a slut. First time I ever insulted anyone on sexual purpose. I made her cry and I felt bad but pleased too. I liked it. I comforted her, playing with her boobs and her pussy, telling her she was pretty and sexy. We made out for a while. Then I stood her up facing the mirror again and I masturbated her until she came. I had to hold her as her legs went weak. We cuddled next for a while. I thought she could be my first real lesbian partner. I asked if she wanted me to masturbate her again. She begged me the same way than she did before. ... |