Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2000 17:59:28 -0700 From: J. Ocean Subject: 17th summer 23 My Seventeenth Summer, Part 23 My curfew was at 11, so I reluctantly slid from between Madeleine's sheets and made my way home. But I couldn't stand to be away from her, so once I was reasonably sure my mom and dad were asleep, I snuck out a window and went back. Madeleine wrapped me tightly in her arms and whispered in my ear: "You looked so beautiful being fucked from both ends like that. I can't tell you how much it turned me on to watch you. It's turning me on just thinking about it. I want you to lick me right now." So I did. I slept blissfully and woke late, with midday sunlight already streaming in through the windows. I whipped up a simple breakfast and brought it back to bed. We didn't do much that day, mostly just lazed around in bed, talking and making love. At one point the subject of early sexual experiences came up. I recounted for Madeleine the story of the previous summer, which I'd spent in Los Angeles. I told her how my cousin Tracy and her best friend Kimiko had slowly seduced me into their world of lesbian decadence. Madeleine loved hearing this story; she made me promise to bring pictures of Tracy and Kimiko to show her. I asked Madeleine about her first time with a girl and sat back to listen, trying to picture her as a teenager. "I was a late bloomer," she said. "Toward the end of high school, I'd slept with two guys -- one time each. They were nice guys and I enjoyed myself, but I didn't have any real emotional attachment to either of them. Both times I broke up with them afterwards. "There had been a few girls I'd been attracted to, but I never admitted it to myself. The idea was completely alien in my family. So when I started college I felt alienated and confused. Fortunately, I had sports. I played basketball and soccer but I was best at basketball. I'd been one of the best players in my high school and I'd grown some over the summer, so I was able to make the team as a freshman." Madeleine smiled. "I have to say, I was good. I averaged over 20 points a game and I got into the starting lineup as shooting guard a few games into the season. The best player on the team was our center, Kirsten, who was a senior. Kirsten was a big girl -- six foot five. She had nice moves around the basket, good hands, and played hard. She was a real competitor and a team leader. "She was also beautiful, blonde and big in a sexy way, like this magnificent amazon." Madeleine got a wistful look in her eyes as she remembered. "Kirsten was big in every way -- big bones, big hands, big breasts, these incredible, strong legs.... It took me a while to figure out that I was sexually attracted to her, and once I did, I didn't know what to do about it. "I wanted to find out more about her, but because I was a freshman and she was a senior, we didn't see each other off the court. But I did see her in the locker room. She was an amazing specimen -- perfectly constructed, strong and supple, all athlete and all woman. I started fantasizing about licking her naked body from head to toe. I wondered about her, if she ever had any feelings like that. I'd never seen her with a guy, but as I say, I didn't know much about her life away from basketball. "The game was the one thing we really had in common, so I focused on that. I started practicing more and more, working out in the weight room, anything I could do to make myself better. My game improved steadily and halfway through the season the team voted me co-captain, which was very unusual for a freshman. Kirsten and I started to develop a chemistry on the court -- I passed the ball inside to her whenever I could, and when she got double-teamed, she passed it back out to me -- and as that happened, I started to feel closer to her. "So one day, toward the end of practice, we got into a game of one-on-one. We were pretty evenly matched -- she was stronger inside, but I could score on her using my quickness and outside shot. The game went to 12-12, then to 16-16, then to 21-21 as the other girls left one by one. Finally the coach told us that she was going home, asking us to lock up the gym when we were done. It wasn't unusual for one or the other of us to still be working out after everyone else had left. "So it was just the two of us alone in the gym, and the game got even more intense after that. There was a real physical intimacy to the game -- we were hot and sweaty, breathing on each other, our bodies pressed together when she posted me up or when she stepped in front of me to block my drive to the basket. I started getting really turned on being there with her, locked in this epic battle, strength against strength. We gave each other everything we had, holding nothing back, and it felt great. "I started to take a shot from the left wing and Kirsten ran to block it. She swatted it away but she was out of control and plowed into me, knocking me to the floor and landing on top of me. Then, suddenly, we were making out. All the passion we'd been putting into the game went into this long, furious kiss. Next thing I knew we were rolling around naked on the floor. I finally sucked those incredible tits; they were so momentous they made me feel like a baby. Kirsten's was the first pussy I ever ate, and it was right there on the cool gym floor. "I remember 69ing with her on top, feeling all her weight pressing down on me. It was like I was being crushed, but in a wonderful way. Her body was my entire world; her wetness and scent above me, her mouth giving me pleasure down below...it was the beginning of a whole new life. Kirsten took me back to her apartment and we fucked for most of the night. We were lovers from then on. "I'll never forget Kirsten. She was a luscious mountain of a woman. She taught me a lot of things, and she got me into my first three-way with one of her professors, this incredible woman from Ireland. And our team won the conference championship. When the year was over, Kirsten moved away to take a job in New York, and that was the end of our relationship. But she'd introduced me to this little lesbian underground at school and I never lacked for friends or for sex after that. And the rest is history." Madeleine reached over and slid a hand between my legs; my thighs and fur were soaked with juice from listening to her. "Your turn."