Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2017 11:23:15 -0700 From: Willows Blues Subject: Chelsea Days I've always loved stories about girls and young women's lesbian experiences. Over the years I've collected these stories and written them down. Some are my own experiences. Most were told to me by friends and lovers. A few were shared with me by woman I've never met in person. I have a bunch and will be posting to Nifty over time. I hope you enjoy them too. Feel free to reach out to me at willowsblues@gmail.com. Love, Willow. Oh and obviously if this type of content offends you or if you are not of legal age to view adult content, then do not read it! Oh and also, please donate to Nifty! This wonderful service wouldn't be here without our support. -- This is a story told to me by a dear friend of mine from college. I met Chelsea a few times. She's just as she described her. Chelsea Days Did you ever have one of those crazy friends growing? I did. Her name was Chelsea. We had been best friends since the 5th grade. I was the responsible one. I got good grades. Played sports. Never got into trouble. She on the other hand was always in trouble. She started smoking pot at 13. Got terrible grades. Was always skipping school. She was wild and fun and interesting and everyone wanted to be with her. And she was just as amazing looking with fiery red hair, freckles and brilliant green eyes. Her family was as crazy as she was. Her Dad was pretty old, like in his 70s, and rich but always off doing business and barely seemed to know she existed. Her mother was British and even though in her 40s was still amazingly beautiful. She was an artist but also a totally self-involved narcissist that never seemed to give a crap about Chelsea. So Chelsea was always at my house. My parents were incredibly boring compared to hers. My mother did more "parental" things for her than her own parents ever did. But she also drove us crazy. She was always doing insane things. Most of the time they were just stupid or self-destructive but sometimes she could be really mean and hurtful and I would swear to never speak to her again. But then she'd come back begging, helpless and charming and I'd reluctantly be her friend again. I guess I always loved her and I knew she loved me. I suppose we balanced each other out. I was her rock, her normalcy and the one she knew was always there for her. She gave me a kind of pure love, opened me up, pushed me and let me be vulnerable and take risks. So I guess that's why it all began in the craziest way. The Chelsea way. We were 15. It was during the fall of our sophomore year in high school. Where we're from is warm most of the year and we were out by the pool in my backyard. My parents were away for the day. Chelsea had convinced me to smoke some weed with her and we had snuck a few shots from my Dad's liquor cabinet. Of course Chelsea did twice as many hits and shots as I did and was getting wasted. I was laying next to the pool trying to read a magazine and she was running around singing to the music she was blasting on my radio. She kept trying to get me to dance but I didn't want to and I brushed her away. "Come on! Let's dance!" She yelled. I tried to ignore her. She went back inside and I knew she was helping herself to more shots. She came out carrying one. "Come on. Do one!" She said. I was like "I'm fine." "Come on!!!" She said. So I drained the glass of the clear burning warm liquor that could've been gin, vodka or tequila for all I knew. I went back to my magazine and I could feel that she was standing over me. I just ignored her. She stood with her legs on either side of me. I kept ignoring her. And then suddenly I felt warm liquid splashing on my back. I was wearing a bikini and the liquid was running all over my bare skin. I rolled over quickly and saw to my shock and horror that she was peeing on me. She had her bikini bottom pulled to the side and a stream of yellow urine now splashed onto my stomach. She giggled uncontrollably. I jumped up screaming. "You fucking bitch!" She ran and I chased her around the yard. I felt out of my mind. I just couldn't believe it. Our yard was large and ringed by a high fence and plantings. She dashed and scurried around laughing hysterically. "I hate you! I'm going to do it to you!" I yelled. She screamed when I got her hand but somehow she broke free and ran behind the tool shed. I knew I had her trapped. It was a dead end. She fell on the muddy mulch pile. She was still laughing. This just made me more angry. I was standing over her. She giggled and gave me this chiding grin. "Do it then!" She said. It was like she was daring me. "I will!" I said angrily still trying to catch my breath. She gave me this taunting grin. I looked at her. I hated her. More than I had ever hated her or anyone in my life. But then another part of me felt something else. I wanted to pee on her but not just out of revenge. I also felt this intense erotic desire. The thought of it suddenly made me incredibly horny. As if reading my mind she looked me deep in the eyes and whispered "do it". So I did. I stood over her and like her pulled my bikini bottom to the side. I had a full bladder and my urine easily flowed on to her. She didn't move. She let it splash freely all over her belly and chest. It ran down her thighs and her arms and even down to her feet. I felt so turned on. Like I had never felt before. She was looking at me intensely. Searching my face as if she could read my every thought. She ran her finger through the stream. Not playfully but curiously. The stream split around her finger. She watched it until it slowed to drops. Then she stood up and hugged me. I felt my warm piss on her body. It smeared against me. She grabbed my face with her wet hand and kissed me. "I want to have sex with you." She said. "I want you to be the first person I have ever have sex with!" She declared loudly for the world or at least our neighbors to hear. All I said was "okay". We ran and jumped in the pool laughing. But as soon as we had rinsed off she was pulling me out. We ran dripping wet to my room. She immediately tore off her suit. I hadn't seen her naked since we were little. Her breasts were small but firm with a constellation of freckles between them. Her bush was a deeper red than her hair. She reached behind me and undid my top. My breasts are large. She grinned as they bounced free. And then with a laugh she roughly yanked on my bottoms until they fell to my ankles. But then suddenly she changed. (Which was so like Chelsea.) She stood very still in front of me. Time stopped. My heart pounded in my ears. She lightly touched my hips. She looked pensive. Delicate. Uncharacteristically vulnerable. But at the same time dominant. She leaned in and gave me the most tender, loving kiss. My heart swelled. I tingled all over. I took her in my arms. Our breasts mashed together. "How did she know?" I asked myself as we stood there kissing. It was something I had barely admitted to myself. Maybe it had been there between us the whole time. Waiting for the right moment to come out. Whatever the case, it was there now. I felt myself burning for her and she knew it. We got on my bed and she began to play with my tits. "You don't know how many times I've wanted to do this?" She whispered in my ear. She took them in her hands. "They're so amazing!" She said. We both giggled as she squeezed them. I caressed her's too. I teased her tiny but hard nipples with my finger tips. Then she climbed on top of me and sat on my belly. First I first noticed the wooliness of her pubic hair but then I felt her wetness. "I feel like I can do anything with you. Be anything with you." She said. And then she kissed me again. She was right of course. She would and could reveal her sexuality to me with total openness and in doing so she made me reveal mine. "Have you ever tasted your own pussy?" She asked me between kisses. "Yes" I whispered. "Did you like it?" "Yes" I said. "Me too." She said. And then I felt her hand go between my legs and then her finger go between my wet lips. She pulled her hand to her mouth and tasted her finger. Not like some porn movie but more like a chef tasting a sauce. "It's nice. I like it. I knew I would." She said cheerfully. Then I touched her wet silkiness. She shuddered and smiled. I took it to my face. It smelled intense but fresh and inviting. It tasted familiar and strange all at the same time. I surprised her when I rolled her over on her back and pushed her legs apart. "Are you going to do it?" She asked almost nervously. "Yes" I said. Her pussy was beautiful. Full, puffy outer lips. She had very little body hair. Only a wild tuft of red on top. Her thighs were creamy. Her slit was hot and wet. I spread her lips and shoved my face into it. I just went for it. I licked and sucked at her hole. Almost by habit she was rubbing her clit. I began to lick it and she moved her hand away. "Is it good?" I asked her eagerly. "Yes" she gasped. I still couldn't believe I was doing this. I don't think she could believe it either. But I was doing it. I looked up at her and she had this mix of surprise, ecstasy and concentration on her face. Beads of sweat formed across her forehead. It was in that moment that I understood how much sex is an act of control. I was giving her feelings that she wanted but that she also couldn't resist. Again as if by instinct she grabbed the backs of her legs and pulled them towards her chest exposing her pussy to me even more. It began to almost gush with wetness. But I didn't give her an orgasm. Not then at least. Suddenly the phone rang. I knew it was my parents. I ran down the hall to answer it. It was my mom. There I stood completely naked with the phone in my hand and Chelsea's pussy juice all over my face trying to answer my mom's questions. "Are you all right dear?" She asked me as I breathlessly tried to talk. "Yes Mom. I'm fine." I said. She said they were stopping quickly by the store and would be home in 20 minutes. When I walked back down the hall I found Chelsea laying languid and smiling on my bed. She had finished herself off. I didn't blame her. I told her we had to get dressed and quickly clean up. "I'm sorry." She said. She hugged me and kissed me and whispered "I want to do that for you so badly." But we couldn't. We quickly put our suits on and searched for any contraband and rinsed off in the pool. I don't know what the term for blueballs is for girls but whatever it is I had it. After we had helped my mom unload the groceries Chelsea and I went back in the pool and swam together back to the far end under the diving board. "That was so amazing." She said. I felt myself blushing and tried to shhhh her. She laughed loudly to herself. "I can't believe how fun that was!" she said with this dreamy look in her eyes. "I can't wait to do it to you!" She said. I couldn't help but laugh but I still put my hand over her mouth and hissed "stop!" My mother opened the sliding glass door and yelled: "does Chelsea want to stay for dinner?" "Yes please!" She answered with almost exaggerated enthusiasm. "I'd love to eat here." She added with a big grin and a loud giggle. My mother shook her head at our silliness and slid the door closed. "I want to lick your pussy." Chelsea whispered. "You can't!" I whispered back. "Not now!" "Yes I can. Let's go hide somewhere." She said. "There's nowhere to hide." I said. "Just quickly. I just want to see what it's like." She whispered. "No!" I said. "Yes!" She said cupping her hand firmly over my crotch under the water. We got out of the pool and walked down the hall to my room. "Dinner will be ready soon girls." My mother called out. We closed the door. The only thing we took off was my bikini bottoms. Not wasting any time she got on her knees in front of me as I leaned against the door. For all her eccentricities and wild ways Chelsea is actually very competitive. She wanted to try eating my pussy but she also had to do it as well or better than I did. The problem was that neither of us knew how to eat pussy. But I guess it didn't matter. She made me cum with my back riding up the door and my chest convulsing. Thankfully my parents were at the opposite end of the house. Everything changed and nothing changed after that. She was still my best friend. She was still always at my house. But now I'd come home from soccer practice (or even better a game) still in my uniform, hot and sweaty, with dirt splattered across my legs and she'd hungrily eat my pussy with my uniform shorts barely pulled down around my legs. Other times we'd lay very still. In the dark. Side by side on my bed. Naked. With only the glow of the street lights on us. We'd talk, holding each other's hands, threading our fingers together. We'd barley be looking at each other but our hands would eventually stray between each other's thighs as we talked. Gently we'd touch each other's pussy. Unhurried we'd explore the folds. Sometimes we didn't even cum. We'd just eventually fall asleep. We had no secrets. I told her how much I'd like to fuck my reportedly lesbian soccer coach. She told me how much she'd like to be in an all girl orgy. (Which we discussed in detail; including the right number of girls and, most importantly, who we'd invite. We'd giggle as we imagined and described to each other in detail who would do what to whom.) Chelsea lacked any sexual inhibitions. And as result I couldn't have any either. It was one of those nights when we were laying together side by side that she told me about her "magic carrot". It really was a carrot. Or at least a plastic carrot that was from some long forgotten children's toy set of hers that she had found one day under her bed. She brought it to my house one afternoon in a ziplock bag. It was maybe 5 inches, smooth and orange. It wasn't sharp but rounded at the tip. I already knew everything she had done with it. She had told me in detail. I was willing to let her try fucking me with it. I laid on my back and watched as she slowly inserted it into me. It wasn't hard to do. I was very horny and very relaxed with her. It was a wonderful introduction to intercourse. I didn't cum. But I liked it. But what she really wanted me to do was put it in my ass like she had been recently. I was afraid to. She had also brought some baby oil. She lubed it up in front of me and leaning back on some pillows she put her legs up in the air and slowly slid it into her butthole. I had of course seen her butthole before but this was different. I was watching it closely and I was getting very horny. She moved the plastic carrot in and out very slowly at first. Everything glistened with the oil. She had such a beautiful ass. Then she began to pick up speed. By now I was very familiar with her sexual facial expressions and I could tell she was really enjoying this. Her pussy was very wet. I wanted to lick it so badly but I was afraid of interfering. "Let me do it to you." She whispered breathlessly. "Okay." I said reluctantly. I was nervous but I got on my knees. She put more lube on it and I felt it pressing but it wouldn't go in. She put lube on her finger and rubbed it in a circular motion around my hole. That felt amazing. Now she was able to get a little of it in. Slowly she pushed it deeper. "It feels so weird!" I said. "Just wait." Chelsea said. She was being very gentle. She got it still deeper but then another feeling took over. Like I had to run to the bathroom. "You don't have to. Wait." She said stroking my back with her free hand and kissing and nuzzling my butt cheeks. And then all of a sudden it felt good. I laughed and she laughed. She began to slowly fuck me with it. My pussy melted. I could hear her fingering herself. I think she may have enjoyed it even more than me. The "magic carrot" became a treasured friend. We both enjoyed it more in our asses than our pussies. You might be wondering if we ever enjoyed golden showers again? We did. But it was almost always spontaneous like the first time. The second time it happened was a few weeks after we had started having sex together. My parents were out and we were laying in our suits in each other's arms on a lounge chair by the pool. I was laying directly on top of her. We were just cuddling and talking casually. Nothing serious. I really had to pee and was about to get up. But then I didn't. Instead I lay there. She was telling me something. I don't know what. It's not easy to pee yourself. I had to really relax. But eventually my suit bottom started to become became damp with my warm pee. At first she didn't notice. Then she was like "what's that!" Then she knew. I giggled and she hugged me tight as I emptied my bladder on to her. Eventually it was dripping through her legs and onto the cement patio. She kissed me and told me she loved me. What happened to us? We're still friends. But this was all a long time ago. We were inseparable through high school. She actually got her act together and began to get good grades. She credits our relationship and sexual adventures. She thinks it calmed her down and allowed her to focus. In college she began to date men along with women. She treated both badly but women worse. To this day she has relationships with both. But it's always a mess that usually ends with either her using someone or breaking their heart or both. We'd have sex together occasionally to "relive old times" well into our 30s. And it was still amazing. But we could never be really together. Not now. Not ever. But I love her and know that we will always be there for each other. I was with girls all through college. I tried men too but it never worked. I came out in my 20s and now I'm the lesbian high school soccer coach. I'd never touch one of my students but I can't help but wonder if some of them are enjoying the kind of experiences Chelsea and I had. I hope so.