Where it happened: teacher's house
Langauge: english
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
When I was fourteen and in junior high I was a reasonable attractive girl, and never had any problem in boys noticing me. Of course, being somewhat shy and sensible, I was not about to go out and do anything with any of the boys I knew. There was a woman who was an English teacher in my school (although not my teacher) who lived pretty close to where I did. One day, during the summer, she saw me walking by her house and we got talking. It was hot and she invited me in for something to drink. She lived alone, and I thought that her house was great. She had all of these books and had read everyone of them. I was impressed. Here was this extremely good looking woman (I’ll call her Barb) who was very intellectual, into literature and poetry. Well, we got talking about books. I noticed one the shelf that was called something like “Sappho Romantic Verse.” I asked her about it, and she modestly said that it was probably a little adult for me, and explained how it was poetry for romantic female feelings. Naturally, I was quite intrigued. Barb went on to comment on how literature and poetry could often by a medium for women to express romantic thoughts and feelings for other women to enjoy, and how beautiful that sort of between-female experience could be.
I was quite taken by the thought of shared romantic female ideals. To me that seemed private and safe. Cautiously, Barb let me peruse the book, with the warning that my parants would probably not approve, and my assurance that I was not about to tell them, of course. I was amazed by how erotic the peoms were. I remember, one described the joy of two female friends being naked in each other’s company, and how sweet and pure the feelings of love shared between two females could be without “male interuption or influence.” I remeber thinking how wonderful this sounded. Well, I think that Barb was a little embarrassed, because we started talking about other things, and then finally I went home, with her telling me to stop by again sometime.
Like any healthy fourteen year old girl, I found myself secretly liking the erotic poetry and the idea that it was just for girls. The next week I stopped by Barb’s house again and we talked some more about literature, or at least I got her back on the subject again. I told her how romantic I thought the sappho verses were, and how romantic that I thought it would be reading them naked with a friend. Barb told me how that could be nice, and even how, on occasion, she had enjoyed reading them naked with a special female friend. I asked her if she thought that we could do that. In my mind I did not see it as a lesbian kind of thing at all, but just something between two girls as friends. She told me again how my parents would not approve of asnything like that, and I again assured her that I would never tell them. Barb agreed that so long as nobody, including any of my girlfriends, ever knew, that we could do that.
We happily took off our clothes right there in the living room and sat with the book open and started to read through the verses. Although I don’t remember the exact words now, one told of how one friend felt touching the other friend’s breasts. We’re reading this, and there’s Barb’s fairly large bare breasts right there. Mine were not very big. Barb could tell what I was thinking and she told me that I could feel her breasts if I wanted. So I did, and while I did that, she felt mine. It felt soooo wonderful! We both smiled and she kissed me, which I found soooo incredibly romantic. It was not just this little peck, either. It was warm and full, and a real kiss. Suddenly it was just this incredible romantic moment between the two of us. Her hand started playing between my legs and was I ever wet! I started to play between her legs and she was wet, too. Before I knew it, we were masturbating each other to a glorious climax! It was the best thing!I was so excited to have her do that to me, and for me to think that I could actually do that to her.
That was how it started. Thinking back, we actually had quite an affair the rest of that summer, and it continued on for about the whole next year, with the two of us getting together maybe once a month for female enjoyment. I never regretted that, nor did it make me become a lesbian by any means. Although I will say that I remain open towards moments of shared female love between friends when and if the opportunity arises!
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