Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2024 10:42:10 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Friend's Daughter (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/fF) Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/fF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a woman and a girl. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. It is the property of the co-author and cannot be reproduced or distributed without specific consent of the author. This work is Copyrighted. All Rights Reserved. It is written for your enjoyment only. This story about the love between teenage girls and a woman is fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Friend's Daughter By Jan Alice is my next-door neighbor. Almost every weekday comes to my back door in her bathrobe and fuzzy slippers as soon as she gets her husband and children off to work and school to have coffee with me and gossip about our neighbors. I simply let her ramble on while I go about cleaning my kitchen or preparing to do my washing. She is a dishwater blonde with blue-gray eyes, 5-feet 4-inches and about 30 pounds overweight. I watched her children growing up, and her children were free to come and go in my house. I was the secondary contact person at their schools. Her oldest daughter was a strikingly beautiful brunette with gray eyes, named Barbra. When she was about 12-years-old she came over crying about how her best friend had abandoned her for another girl. She suddenly just started hanging out with another girl and barely even talked to her anymore. I gave her a glass of water and sat her down at the kitchen table and consoled her. I assured her that she would make a lot of friends over time, some will remain friends forever, some would betray her friendship and you may or maybe not want to renew their friendship. It is your choice if you ever want to trust them again. It was only a year later that she came crying to me about a friend of hers who had stolen her boyfriend. Again, I had to console her. I told her if the boy abandoned her for another girl, he wasn't your boyfriend in the first place. It may not have been your girlfriend's fault that he wanted to be with her. When she entered high school as a 14-year-old, she was a very active girl at school. She was on the cheerleader squad, dance team, and swim team. Being so active she had developed a very nice figure. She had run through several boys she thought she was in love with, only to find them not to be faithful or they displeased her in some way. She came to me with excitement over a new boyfriend or broken hearted over the loss of another boy. It always fell upon me to offer tea and sympathy. Barbra hadn't come crying for a few months, and I was beginning to think she had matured enough not to get upset with every breakup. Then one evening she came over all red eyed and bawling so hard that I couldn't understand what she was saying. When she calmed down, I figured out that she was panicking because she thought she was becoming a lesbian. After I calmed her down, I asked: "What makes you think that you're becoming a lesbian?" She said: "I became friends with a senior girl named Donna on the cheerleading squad, modern dance, and swim team. She is a very-pretty and well-educated girl. I enjoy talking to her. One day she was talking to me after the evening swimming practice and mentioned that she was going to see the philharmonic Orchestra's performance of Mozart's 'The Marriage of Figaro,' and would I like to accompany her and two young gentlemen friends of hers to see the performance? (I wouldn't know Mozart from Mort Sahl.) But, being asked by the lead dancer of all-of our school musicals to accompany her on a double date was too good to pass up." "She explained that I would need to wear an evening dress, hosiery, heels, and evening coat. If you don't have one, I can loan you one of mine. I accepted her invitation and she told me that after dinner I could spend the night at her house. I was very excited and told my mother about Donna inviting me on a double date to listen to Mozart and spend the night at her house. Mom understood that I needed an evening dress with a matching top coat. We went shopping and she bought me a LL's House and bought me an off the shoulder, tooled gray dress below the knees dress with a lightweight see through gray long sleeved top coat. She also bought me a silver clutch purse, nice self- supporting nylons, and four-inch black stiletto pumps. She loaned me her overnight case to take a change of clothes, nightgown, toothbrush, hair brush, some makeup. I carried my new clothes in a gramite bag to Donna's home to get ready for our evening." Donna drove to my house that evening to pick me up and took me to her parent's home. I was impressed with her home; her parent's bedroom was on the second-floor east-wing and Donna's bedroom was on the west-wing. She looked at my wardrobe and was very pleased with my taste. She selected a slinky black strapless dress with a see-through black top coat very much like the one I was going to wear. We prepared for the evening by showering and putting on a delicate fragrance. She fixed my hair in a French Twist Like Tippy Hedren wore in the movie 'The Birds.' She chose to let her hair drape over her shoulder covering her left breast. We had our makeup on and clutch purses in hand by the time our dates arrived. I was nervous sitting next to the handsome man to my right Donna was to my left. I listened to the music intently. The two men took us to a nice restaurant where a waiter stood by our table and whisked away every plate as soon as we placed the fork on the plate and brought the next dish. We talked about music. After the meal the men brought us to her home and walked us to the door. and only shook our hands and gave us a light kiss on the cheek before leaving. We went upstairs to her bedroom and sat on the bed to talk before removing our clothes. I mentioned: "I had been nervous in the company of those two men, but they were perfect gentlemen." That was when Donna responded: "You didn't know about me?" I was surprised: "What are you talking about?" "Didn't you know that I'm a lesbian?" "I had no idea. I just envied your outgoing personality and wanted to be your friend." Donna mentioned: "Those two gentlemen are gay! We were perfectly safe in their presence. I assumed that someone had told you that I'm a lesbian. If you are uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping with me, I can take you home or let you sleep in one of the guest rooms." I felt foolish: "I'm sorry, I used to date older men until I went on a date with a young man that insisted that I have sex with him in his car. When I refused, he grabbed me by the hair with one hand and pulled out his cock with the other hand and made me suck his cock and insisted that I swallow his cum. I swore off dating men after that. Donna said: "I'm sorry that happened to you. Nothing so dramatic ever happened to me. I grew up aware that I am attractive. Both male and females have always sought my favor, but it was my beloved aunt that introduced me to sex and I loved her for it. Should I prepare another room for you to spend the night?" I was embarrassed: "That won't be necessary." We stood up and began taking off our clothes and hung them up to air out. She allowed me to use the bathroom first. I took the overnight case into the adjoining bathroom and used the toilet before brushing my teeth, removing the lipstick, and eye shadow. When I emerged from the bathroom with an overnight case in hand. I was wearing my nightgown. Donna was unashamedly totally naked. I was mesmerized by the flawless beauty of her naked body. The only visible flaw was a small brown mole in the outside of her left breast. The dark trimmed triangle above the mons pubis was perfect. I watched her gracefully walk towards her bathroom. When she emerged, she was still naked. She went right to her bed and pulled back the covers and got into bed and held the covers up for me to join her. When I got in bed with her, she covered me up with the covers. We lay there in nervous silence before we started talking. "I asked her: "What is it like to have sex with a woman?" Donna smiled: "There is nothing that can take place between a man and a woman that two women can't do except have children. I just find sex with women more satisfying." "I told her that I was nor a virgin. I had used sex for my own gratification but I wasn't about to be forced to do something I didn't want to do. I never thought about sex with another female before." "Can I show you how girls make love to each other?" "I guess so." Donna moved her naked body close to me and placed her leg over mine and placed the palm of her hand on my right breast. She gently squeezed my tit before she pulled the front of my nightgown down and under my tits. She felt them before she clammed a nipple with her mouth and sucked on it for a long time before moving over my body to claim the other nipple. While she was sucking on my tits she reached down with her right hand and pulled my nightgown up around my waist and placed her hand on my thigh just above my knee and slowly moved it up my inner thigh. Her fingers made my skin tingle as her hand moved up making my muscles ripple like I was experiencing mild electrical shocks. When she reached my crotch, she teased the lips until I felt liquid dripping out of my vagina and trickling down the crack of my butt creating a wet spot under my butt. She masturbated me until I was about to cum. Then she stopped and spread my legs so that she could move around to take up position between my legs and placed her mouth on my pussy and she rubbed her face against my pussy and licked my pussy with her tongue until her face was wet with my slimy juice. When I started to cum, I grabbed the back of her head and pressed her face against my pussy while my body convulsed. I was exhausted by the time it was over. My body was so relaxed it was an effort to lift my arms. When I recovered, I was filled with mixed emotions. I wondered if I could do that to her and was thrilled by the idea of sucking on her pussy. As Donna moved back up the bed to lay beside me with her head resting on the pillow. It was my turn to show her what I could do. I was thrilled sick of her 36-C sized tits. I copied the way he had played with my pussy by feeling her inner thighs before masturbating her. When I went down on her I admired the way she had trimmed her pubic hair to an even length and shaved it into a small triangle pointing right at the opening of her vagina. I would have thought the smell of her pussy would have turned me off but when I smelled her pussy, I was drawn to it like a magnet. I couldn't get enough of the smell and taste of her pussy. Like me she grabbed my head and smashed my face against her pussy as she squirted in my face. I lay there clinging to her as I drifted off to sleep with the smell of her puss filling my nose. In the morning my bladder woke me up and I tried to slip out of bed without waking Donna. Of course, I failed and Donna kissed me and I could smell her morning breath. She allowed me to pee first and I felt her dry cum on my face. I brushed my teeth knowing that my breath must smell as bad as hers. We showered together and we dried out hair with her pistol electric hair dryer. We just put on lipstick and I got dressed in the clothes I had brought in the overnight bag. She made me breakfast before bringing me home. "That was yesterday, and I had to come over and tell you all about it and ask you if I'm a lesbian?" I paused before answering: "Do you think you are willing to give up dating male in favor of the sex with other girls?" Donna said: "I have had a crush on you since I was a little girl! I have wanted to suck on your big tits for years!" Her statement took me by surprise: "Barbra, I had no idea that you felt that way about me! Do you really want to suck on my tits?" Barbra almost cried: "Please?" I had been doing the laundry sorting when she came over to tell me her story, so I was just wearing a red T-shirt and shorts with panties. All I had to do was whip the T-shirt over my head and My 38-DD/s were fully exposed. Barbra admired my tits before she got out of the kitchen chair and came around the table to sit on the chair next to me and she started feeling my heavy tits, eventually claiming the left nipple with her mouth. I cradled her body like I would have done a baby as she suckled on my tit. I unfastened her cut off jeans and pulled them down her legs along with her tiny baby blue panties and picked her up and sat her butt on the kitchen table and draped her legs over my shoulders while I proceed to eat her little hairy pussy until she cried out "IM CUMMING! Eventually, Barbra brought Donna over to meet me. We became very close friends. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of female sexuality, please send your outline to janmay6969@gmail.com If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available.