Date: Sat, 11 May 2002 15:50:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: kisses69_love@yahoo.com
Subject: My High School Years: My First Time Part 1

This is a true story, but all names except mine have
been fictionalized. Please email with any questions
(or pics, if you're a girl, gotta love those pics) or
comments. My email is kisses69_love@yahoo.com . Please
don't read this if you are younger than 18 or are
offended by girl/girl sex. (Then again, why would you
be here if you were offended by that? Never mind.)
Anyway it starts out slow but it's a story of my
adolescence which is going to be a series, better get
the background story, right?

My first time with a girl was in high school. In high
school I didn't have a lot of close friends, mainly
because I was labeled as a "punk" and considered to be
"weird". Actually, I was a pretty normal person, as
are most people identified with the whole punk
culture. But that's off the topic.

Anyway, I have been a lesbian my whole life. I didn't
exactly understand it until about 8th grade. I was a
pretty good looking girl, and was very popular until
high school. I was at a big party, the first girl and
boy party I'd been to where the parents weren't there
with their Bibles in hand. In fact the parents weren't
home at all. If we had been but two years older, we
would have all been getting shitfaced, but that night
the limit of debauchery was a game of truth-or-dare.
Oooh! I know, scandalous, right? Don't worry. I do
have a point to this.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I was dared to
make out with the best-looking guy in the school. We
were made to go in a closet and kiss there. While we
were kissing, I felt strange. I should have been
enjoying myself, but I wasn't. I felt no attraction to
him at all. I broke away from him, mumbled something
about being sorry, and ran out of the house.
I sat down on a swingset in the backyard. I started
sniffling a little bit. I was scared and confused. I
felt so weird. Every girl in my grade was madly in
lust with this guy. Why wasn't I? And why had I run
away?

Suddenly someone called me from the house. It was
"Jane" the girl whose party it was. She came running
up to me. "What happened?" she asked, "did he try to
go too far or something?" All I could mumble was no.
She kept asking a million questions and somehow in the
middle of all this wound up on her knees between my
legs. This was a very innocent "I'm here, don't worry"
type thing but it somehow got me very excited. I
imagined kissing Jane and enjoying unlike kissing the
boy. This only scared me further, and I went home
early that night a very scared and lonely girl. I had
heard about homosexuality, and at that point, in the
late 80's/early 90's gay people were stigmatized as
immoral people who carried a strange disease, which
was at first called GRIDD and later HIV/AIDS. Could I
be one of these people? What other explanation was
there?

Two years passed, and my unwillingness to "give out"
to boys had gained me a bad reputation (yeah, how does
that work?) and I had only one close friend, Jessica.
We were good friends, into the same music, clothes and
ideas. She had no idea I often thought of her at night
while I was rubbing myself to sleep. She was a
beautiful girl, with deep dark eyes, long almost-black
hair, a lovely smile, and a wonderful body. At age 16,
she had already developed quite a bit, her breasts
were a C cup at least, and she had a slim waist with a
cute round butt. My breasts were around a B, but my
hips had begun to widen a bit which led to the
creation of my patented "sexy-walk".  Anyway, both of
us were constantly hounded by guys but we found them
below us on the cool/mature charts, or so we thought
that was the reason we both avoided boys. (Patience!
The sex will come!)

Anyway, one night we were staying late at Jessica's
house, listening to London Calling (by The Clash). We
were talking about god-knows-what when suddenly her
head pops up and she says "Holy shit, Kirsten, I'm
gay."

I just didn't know what to do. I was so shocked that
all I could think to do was laugh. This must have
upset her because she jumped on top of me and started
punching me in the arm. "Don't fucking laugh at me!"
she shouted. I managed to grab her hand so she would
stop hitting me.

I looked up at her face. "Me too, you dumb-ass dyke!"
We didn't know what to do, we just sat there
dumbfounded. Suddenly she leaned over and kissed me. I
kissed back, a very innocent kiss with little tongue
and no feeling around.

It ended with a kiss, for that night at least. We
promised to have a sleep-over the next weekend to test
out the full possibilities of our passion. Over the
next week we had very little contact, a kiss or two
behind closed doors and an instance in the locker room
where I got a nice long look at her pussy. I was so
excited by these quick encounters that I was desperate
for release by the end of the week. I hadn't allowed
myself to masturbate for the full 6 days, just so it
would be that much better.

When I got to her house on Friday, I was very
disappointed that her whole family was home, the whole
time. We had to wait until everyone was asleep, but
luckily for us once they were asleep we would be free
to do as we pleased. They had a nicely furnished
basement that was used for sleepovers, so we had no
fear of being heard by the family 2 floors above us.

Finally at about 11 o clock the family got to bed. We
were alone at last.
We changed into our nighties as if nothing was
different. We climbed onto the big pull-out bed, on
our knees facing each other. We kissed, softly at
first but gaining passion. Jessica put a hand into my
nightie and cupped my asscheek. She rubbed her hand
over it and between the two cheeks but not into the
hole itself. I reached a hand under hers and placed my
hand over a breast, gently massaging the nipple with
my thumb. It stood erect, and I bent down to kiss it
through the thin cotton nightie. She cooed softly and
began lifting her nightie up over her head. I helped
her get it off and resumed licking her now bare
breast. She reached a hand down between my legs and
began rubbing my pussy. I was so filled with pent-up
lust that after only a couple minutes I had a huge
orgasm. I fell to my back, moaning with pleasure as
vibrations passed through me.

"I'm guessing you liked it," said Jessica as she
crawled on top of me. Our breasts pressed together, we
resumed kissing. After about a minute she got up and
positioned her pussy on top of my face. I was kind of
confused about what to do, but I knew the general idea
of it from things I'd heard, and my knowledge of what
I liked while masturbating. I hunted out her little
nub, the pleasure center that had been such a good
friend for a few years now. She gasped as I found it
with my tongue, prodding it and drawing it closer to
my mouth. She began to gyrate her hips as I began a
steady motion with my tongue against her clit. For
now, I was content with pleasuring her as she had
pleasured me. She grabbed a handful of my brown hair,
which excited me further as she pulled my face deeper
into her pussy. "oh yes..." she moaned. I could tell she
was close. I felt her pussy throb with her quickening
pulse. She began pressing her crotch into my face,
humping it if you will. She was getting really close
and began moaning louder and louder. Suddenly she
jerked and screamed and my mouth was flooded with her
girl-cum. She collapsed onto the bed next to me,
panting. "I love you..." she moaned.

But the night was not yet over. Keep looking back here
for the continuation of that night and all the way
into my senior year of high school. It's going to be
great... my high school years were probably a lot more
interesting than yours... no offense.
Bye for now...
Kirsten
XXX ;-)