Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 17:59:56 +0000
From: Willow Maples <willowmaples@hotmail.com>
Subject: Me and Michelle (part 1)

I've always been what people call "bi curious". For years, I didn't know
what it meant when I got tingly around other women. I especially like my gym
class at school, because most girls showered afterward. I took great delight
in looking at other girls, and have been comparing my body with other girls
for as long as I can remember.

Things really changed for me when I and my classmates began to blossom from
bony, awkward kids into shapely young teens. I didn't know why at the time,
but I got all tingly looking at other girls budding breasts and pink, fuzzy
pussies.

Whenever some of the girls suggested playing exploring games, comparing how
our pussies looked with each other, I would take part eagerly.

When I was younger, one of the girls I played this with was my best friend.
We started playing this game one time in her room when no one was at home.
We were trying on bathing suits, so when we were both naked at one point I
said, " Michelle, I'll you show my puss if you show me yours." She
hesitated, then said "okay".

We got up on her bed, sitting across from each other with our legs open and
our ankles overlapped. We held our little labia open and said stuff like,
"Here's my peehole. Where's yours?" I could never really find my clit, it
was just naturally small (though it's very sensitive and I can easily make
myself cum). But her clit was bigger and I could see it easily. I reached
out and touched it and said, "Is this your panic button?"

She shuddered and pulled her legs shut for a second. "How did you do that?"
she said in a husky voice I didn't recognize. "Like this," I said, and
touched her again. This time I kept my finger there, moving in circles
around her clit but not touching it (yet), just the way I like it. She
closed her eyes, fell back onto the bed, and opened her legs as far as they
would go. She was mine!

I played with her like that for a few minutes, doing exactly to her what I
did to myself under the covers at night. It worked amazingly well. She went
off like crazy; an earthquake that refused to stop rumbling. After she had
recovered, I took her hand from her tummy and placed it on her bush. "Feel
how wet you are," I said.

"Oh my Jesus," she moaned. "What happened? What did you do?"

"You just had your first cum, I think. Now you know how to do it to
yourself."

After she regained her composure, she shifted into feelings of guilt and
told me we could never do that again, couldn't even talk about it again.

We slowly drifted apart as friends after that, and I'm sure it was because
of that little episode. We ended up in the same college together, and we
became good friends right through college... though we never talked about
that eventful day in her bedroom. I have to say that I longed to do other
things to Michelle ever since that day, while we were apart and even after
we renewed our friendship. I was determined to make love to her...

By Willow Maples

willowmaples@hotmail.com