Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2022 03:13:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Cindy Manning Subject: A Girl's Story - Junior High Years This is a work of fiction. That said it probably tracks closely with what many girls experienced coming of age in the early 1990's and discovering their sexuality. This is a story told by a girl beginning in the summer after her 7th grade year and goes to the end of her 9th grade year. There is frequent exuberant but awkward sex between eagerly consenting girls. The narrator does break the fourth wall sometimes so if that annoys you please go no further. If you like it, please let me know and if you don't like it just spare my feelings and don't tell me. cattingcindy@yahoo.com Part 1: The Beginning Our story begins in a small city in Central Illinois. Not a small town, but with many of the annoying attitudes found in a small town. The story begins in the late-1980's when I entered junior high school, in a time when almost all queer people were so far in the closet we could see Narnia. This story will skip lots of the awkward fumbling and trying to decide whether to open up to another girl when you know that coming out to the wrong person could be devastating and possibly physically dangerous. It was hard for us girls. For guys the risks were much greater, so I have been told, and for trans folks it was an absolute living hell. I knew that I had feelings for girls that were different than the feeling I had for boys and all that intensified as I began to develop physically. So, what got me started? Well dear reader, I begins with basically two things: discovering masturbation at the end of 6th grade and professional women's wrestling, specifically discovering the most beautiful woman I had even seen. Cowgirl Wendi Richter. To say I felt of tingling in my pussy whenever I saw her on TV is to put it mildly. I fantasized relentlessly about being in the ring with her and with me somehow getting my hands on those amazing firm tits. Who knows, maybe she might even kiss me. All through 7th grade I watched WWF wrestling every week in hopes of seeing her. I rented the first Wrestlemania videotape (yes, this was in the days of tape and we even had a Betamax) and I watched her win the title over and over, riding on my big stuffed turtle and grinding my pussy against it. I watched the video of Cyndi Lauper's "She Bop" just to see Wendi (I loved the song even more when another girl told me what it was about). All this went on in my head. 7th grade girls in rural America didn't talk about being a lesbian (yeah, I knew what I was by now) and you certainly didn't tell anyone else. Once you got branded a "lesbo" or a "dyke" socially you were done, and you became target #1 for every mean girl in the school. So I kept it inside. I had a collection of magazines with pictures of Wendi and I would lay in bed rubbing my pussy (I had a little brown hair down there by now) and playing with my barely golf ball-sized boobs. I had some friends in the neighborhood, but other girls didn't care about pro wrestling and I didn't care about clothes and makeup, to say nothing of boys. In the spring of that year I was prowling about garage sales looking for books. We had done a unit in English on science fiction and I was hooked (thanks Mr. Walters!) and beat-up Asimov and Niven novels cold be had cheap. At one sale there was a box of magazines and I realized it was copies of Sports Review Wrestling going back at least 10 years, maybe more. Maybe there would be articles about Wendi! Maybe pictures of my perfect woman! Maybe once of those pictures would show more of her glorious ass! Yeah, my imagination ran wild. For $10 the kid taking the money let me have all of them and I took them hope, balanced precariously on my bicycle. Sitting in my room I looked through my haul. I knew my parents would not approve, they didn't really approve of anything "worldly" and certainly would blow a gasket if they knew their middle child was a lesbian (I have a brother who is 5 years older than me and a sister who is 2 years younger). Anyway, I am flipping through the magazines, my hand going into my pajamas every time I see one of the wrestlers that I was in love with, two fingers inside when it was Wendi and I come across an article of something I had never heard of before. It was, as I can say now, terribly written story about something called Apartment House Wrestling. Truly beautiful girls wrestling in bikinis! Showing off so much of their amazing bodies. Flipping through those photos I had the most towering orgasm of my young life and had anyone walked into my room at the moment they would have been sure I was having a seizure. Then, to make it all better, there were copies of a magazine called Battling Girls and in some of those the girls wrestled NAKED! I fingered myself until my pussy was raw. All the way at the bottom there were a few copies of a nudie magazine called Cavalier. These were actual lesbians wrestling and fucking! My life was now perfect. I hid the box in the corner of my closet and I became what could be best described as a chronic masturbator. Now I needed a girlfriend. At the beginning of the school year I connected with a neighbor, Melinda. She was a little smaller than me, I was a tall girl even then, but her boobs were developing faster than mine. I had known her, and her sister Cheryl, for a long time but they went to a different school, so I was never close to them. But their school only went to the 6th grade so she came to junior high with me. We began walking to school, sometimes riding our bicycles, and we did have several classes together. Melinda was a pretty girl and she had curves in the right places. I felt pretty tingly when I was around her but of course I didn't say or do anything because the risk of being wrong was too terrible to imagine. In the spring we both joined the softball team (A lesbian playing softball? Who could imagine such of thing!). I was growing big for my age, but I was certainly not agile or graceful. Our coaches, who were mostly college students plus a few high school players, decided I would do the least damage as catcher. Surprisingly I actually became a pretty good player. Melinda was a much faster runner and she was absolutely fearless when the ball was coming at her, so she played shortstop. We would sit or stand in the dugout when our team was batting, and I noticed when there was a close play she would grab my hand. Her hand was really warm, and I would immediately feel my nipples hardening. After a few times I took her hand first. As the end of the school year approached so did our final game. In a scene right out of some cheesy baseball movie we were up by one in the top of the 7th (softball games are 7 innings) with one out. A girl on the other team hit a hard grounder right to Melinda. She scoops it up and throws it straight to me, hard. I caught the ball (damn did it sting!) and tagged out the runner. The next girl up popped up the second pitch and I caught that, ending the game. I was surrounded in a big group hug and Melinda made it to the middle of the scrum and kissed me hard on the mouth. It was quick, but I practically orgasmed on the spot. As we walked home, holding hands, I decided it was time to address the issue. "So, Melinda, that kiss." "Yeah," she said, "That was a thing. Did I gross you out?" "No way! I liked it. Did you like it?" "I did. Want to do it again?" "Hell yes I do! But let's find a place a bit more private." "My mom's not home from work. Let's stop at my house." And so we went to her house and went straight to the basement TV room. As soon as she closed the door she was all over me, kissing me, sliding her tongue into her mouth. She had to stand on her toes to reach my mouth because I was about 3 inches taller than her. I pulled her down onto the couch and so she was on top of me, kissing me wildly and I slide my hands over her amazing, chubby butt. I could feel her hard nipples rubbing on mine and I could feel my pussy tingling. She was moaning louder and suddenly her body went stiff. She has orgasmed right on top of me! My time came seconds later as we both lay there I realized my hands we inside her jeans kneading her butt and her hand was in my jeans (and inside my panties) rubbing my little bush. We looked at each other, each waiting for the other to talk. "So does this make us lesbian girlfriends?" I asked "I think it does." "Would you like to spend the night at my house on Friday. We could watch wrestling." I had shared my obsession with wrestling and with Wendi Richter with Melinda and she still talked to me and I took that as a positive sign. "That sounds cool. I'll ask my mom and let you know." "Neat! I need to go home before my folks worry about me." She kissed me hard and let me up, licking her fingers in an unspeakably sexy way. I got home and my mom was making dinner. "You're later than usual Cindy." "I stopped off at Melinda's on the way home. Would it be OK if she spent the night on Friday?" I was absolutely sure that everyone in the kitchen could see the wet spot on my jeans spreading from my pussy. "If it's OK with her mom it's fine with me." "Cool! Thanks! Can we sleep down in the TV room?" I was practically shaking with excitement, even though I was sure everyone could see it. When Friday finally came Melinda knocked on the door right after dinner. She had her cute pink duffel bag and looked absolutely adorable. She came in, talked with my parents and my sister (Janet) and we went down to watch TV. (My brother, Rob, was way too cool to even notice us little girls) We held hands and watched movies, quickly scooting apart when we could hear my mom coming down with sodas and popcorn. About 10 everyone was off to bed and our real fun began We started off watching a recording I had made of Wendi Richter wrestling Lelani Kai, each of us with our hands on the others pussy. Then I brought out the Battling Girls and Cavalier magazines and we really started rubbing each other. "So babe, you want to wrestle for real?" I asked, practically panting. "That sounds fun. Are we going to wear our pajamas?" OK, I thought, time to make your move girl. "Let's do it like the Apartment House girls and wrestle naked." "I like that." She said with a smile as she pulled her top off, revealing breasts about the size of tennis balls cut in half and dark brown nipples. She wriggled out of her shorts, so I got to see her dark black bush with her pussy peeking out. Getting to me feet I decided to try to be as sexy as I could. I danced around like what I had seen of dancers in movies. I pulled off my top slowly, my breasts just a little smaller than Melinda's with rock hard pink nipples. I turned around so she could see my butt, with my pussy peeking out, as I bent over to get my shorts out. I turned around rubbing my light brown bush which was already wet. We each paraded around the room, like we would on TV. We stood almost nose to nose, our naked bodies inches apart. We counted together, "3. 2. 1. Fight!" We wrapped our arms around each other, our little tits mashed together as we struggled to get the other to the floor. I finally got Melinda on the floor. We rolled around our naked bodies mashed together. We both knew that the moves we watched on TV required a lot of training and practice so this was very much more a giggling kitten fight rather than any sort of real wrestling. I tried to do like my idol Wendi and smother Melinda with my boobs but when you are barely an A cup that really doesn't work. We exchanged headlocks, each getting in some good boob bites, but I finally got Melinda in a body scissors. She gave up pretty quick and looked at me. "I'm all yours baby, do whatever you want to me." "Oh, I will sweetie, I will." I spread her legs wide, opening up her wet pussy to me. I slid two fingers in her, pumping them in and out slowly. I leaned down and gently bit on of her hard nipples, tugging on it with my teeth. Melinda bit her hand to keep from moaning too loud as my fingers pistoned in and out of her wet, pink little pussy. I leaned down, biting at her nipples again as my fingers worked over her tight hole. Then, with a sudden sucking in of air, he entire body went stiff and I could feel the juices leaking from her pussy. I gathered her up kissing her hard, holding her naked body tight. We laid on the couch, both breathing hard, to recover from our match. After a few minutes Melinda looked over at me, her hand still rubbing my wet bush, "You want to go again?" "That's a silly question babe, of course I do." "This time let's start on our hands and knees, so you aren't towering over me." I hardly "towered" over her, I was maybe 2 inches taller. "Fair enough baby" Down on our hands and knees, our little boobs jiggling as we moved around, we lunged at each other like two animals. This time we were much more primal. Lots of boob and pussy grabbing, even some biting and belly slapping. We rolled on the floor, I struggled to try to get her in another body scissors, but she had me figured out. She got me in weird in a sort of figure 4 with her legs around my neck. I started feeling dizzy and I knew I couldn't escape so I slapped the floor in submission. Melinda sat on the floor, leaned back against the couch with her legs open wide. "Come and get it sweetie." She said with a lascivious smile. I decided to try some things I had seen in the magazines. I crawled over to her, trying to be as sexy as possible. I got between her legs and spread her lips and started licking. Remember dear reader, neither of us really knew what we were doing. We had no idea how our bodies worked, just what felt good. I started licking her wet, pink pussy, the dark black fur tickling my nose as I devoured her. I had to hold tight to her hips as she thrashed around. When she orgasmed, her legs clenched tight and I thought she might pop my head like a watermelon. She lay back, panting. "Oh shit baby! Two out of three?" I nodded enthusiastically, and we got back on our hands and knees. On the count of three we lunged at each other, getting a little rougher this time. We grabbed each other's nipples, twisting them, both of us almost in tears. I finally managed to push back on her and get her on her back. I got on top of her, my wet pussy rubbing her soft tummy, and twisted her dark nipples hard until she slapped the floor in surrender. I decided to go for what I had seen in the magazines and straddled her head, lowering my pussy until it was brushing her lips. Melinda, horny little bitch that she was, began pushing her tongue deep inside me and I had to cover my mouth with both hands to keep my squeals from being heard upstairs. When I got off her, her hair and face were wet with my juices. I spent a few minutes licking her face and boobs before we cuddled up under the blanket, exhausted. Fortunately, we woke up before my mom came down to check on us for breakfast, so we had our pajamas back on. From then on we fucked as often as we could. We learned more and more wrestling moves and we steadily got rougher with each other, enjoying every of it. My next revelation came after Christmas break. Part 2: An interesting twist in the tale I was left on my own for Christmas break. Melinda, her sister Cheryl, and their mom all went to visit family in St. Louis. This left me watching my WWF tapes, wearing out my magazines and masturbating relentlessly until I was at the point that I could barely pee. When Melinda got home I went over to her house as soon as I had the chance and we knew we would have time alone. When I knocked on the door she opened it, hiding behind the door. When she closed the door I figured out why she hid behind the it, she was already naked! She stripped me out of my clothes and proceeded to start rubbing my pussy. We had rubbed each other many times before, but this was different. She touched my pussy in a way I had never experienced before. Looking back, Melinda had discovered the clitoris and she made the most of her new knowledge. I collapsed on the floor, right there by the front door, my naked body shaking. She pulled me up to my shaky feet and took me into her bedroom, threw my on the bed and proceeded to devour my pussy while at the same time pinching my hard nipples. We both enjoyed fucking each other, but this was a new girl. She was fucking me like it was a contest she was determined to win. Each orgasm I had was more violent than the last one and I think I kicked her in the stomach as the third one sent me into one of my almost-seizures. We she rolled on her back I dove in to go to work on her clit in my determination to give her as many orgasms as she gave me. After her first one she rolled over on her belly and breathily asked "Lick my butthole Cindy!". I had never done this before so I went right to it, sending her over into another orgasm. I was fingering her pussy and ass when I looked up and, to my shock and surprise, saw her little sister Cheryl watching us. She was naked and was energetically fingering her hairless pussy. "Um, Melinda, did you know Cheryl is watching us?" Melinda rolled over and motioned Cheryl to join us on the bed. "Cindy, I've got something to tell you and I am pretty sure you are going to like it. Over Christmas I learned our cousin Jennifer (she was 19 at the time) is also a lesbian and she has been fucking Cheryl for several years now." I had never really looked at Cheryl, she was my girlfriend's little sister after all. But now with her sitting naked I realized Melinda was not the only beauty in the family. Melinda had dark hair and a complexion often referred to as "olive" (she took after her dad) while Cheryl was pale and blonde. Looking over at her little boobs and her patch of almost white pubic hair. Now I was really enjoying the thought of fucking both sisters. Cheryl looked at me. "Jennifer likes rough sex. She fucked me really hard and I liked it. I guess I'm what you call a pain slut. You know what I want? I want to fight you while Melinda watches. I want you to hurt me. I want to scream when you take me like the nasty little cunt I am." Now I was aroused but also a bit taken aback. On the one hand a genuine fight made me quite wet and tingly but on the other hand I didn't want to really hurt her or even leave her all bruised up, which would bring about some uncomfortable questions when her mom got home. I had some idea what a Domme is, but this was the first time I had ever heard someone begging for pain. To this day I am not a good dominant, I just can't maintain the attitude for very long. "I think I will just do this my own way," I announced with a very horny smile. I grabbed Cheryl by her blonde hair and pulled her across my lap, her bubble butt ripe and ready. I began spanking her, quickly turning her cute butt cheeks bright pink. After about 10 swats I could feel her pussy juice on my thighs and I was worked up by now. I looked over and Melinda had two fingers up inside her pussy, masturbating furiously as she watched me spank her baby sister. In my best mean girl voice I ordered Cheryl to roll over and she did. She tried to rub her pussy, but I slapped her hand away and went to work on her pale pink nipples, pinching and tugging on them, stretching her little boobs out from her chest. After a minute or two of this I left go, raised my left fist and then brought it down hard on her stretched out belly. She squealed, a combination of pain and pleasure, and actually peed a little on me. I grabbed her wet pussy and pushed two fingers in as far as I could, feeling her muscles tense as I did. "Please Cindy, hit me again!", she hissed as she quivered with pleasure. This time I used both fists, bringing them down hard. She thrashed so hard as she climaxed she rolled off my lap and onto the floor. Getting into my new role, and getting pretty wet in the process, I looked over at Melinda. Still using my mean girl voice I tell Melinda to pick her up and put her in a full nelson. Melinda, close to orgasming herself, did as I said, exposing Cheryl's delightful nude body. I began punching her stomach like it was a punching bag. Cheryl was now having one orgasm after another to the point there was a little puddle on the floor (good thing there wasn't carpet). For my final trick I look at her, "Do you think that slutty little cunt of yours is ready to be kicked?" She nodded vigorously, "Oh fuck yes Cindy, kick me in my fucking cunt!" This girl is a total freak, I thought to myself. Stepping back, I came at her, giving her my best gym class kickball kick right in her pussy. Melinda dropped her and stood in front of me, legs spread wide. "Do me! I want to feel it too!" Love is so weird, I thought, as I kicked my beautiful girlfriend right in the pussy, leaving her laying on her sister, both of them moaning with pleasure. I toyed with the idea having Melinda kick me but, having been hit by more than a few hard foul balls square in the crotch I had a pretty good idea how it would feel, and I didn't think I would enjoy it as much as they did. "Ok babe, I want to watch you and Cheryl fuck. I'm curious how much of a freak your cousin has made you. Turned out Jennifer was, as a friend of mine years later would say, a real freak off the leash. Melinda and Cheryl began wrestling, each trying to get her fingers up inside the other. I sat back on the bed and watched, rubbing my wet brown bush. Cheryl was very quick in her moves and remarkably strong for her size, but Melinda had the weight and eventually was sitting on her sister's face. I got off the bed and went over, grabbing Melinda's dark hair and pressing her pretty face into my bush. She was licking furiously when she came, going stiff as she usually did and biting at my soft belly. I dropped down to my knees, cupping one boob so she could suck and bit my nipple, when I felt Cheryl's blonde bush rubbing my pussy. I pressed against her, grinding my pussy on hers until I went over the edge. The nice thing about the three of us being alone in the house was I could moan and scream as loud as I wanted and so I did. After what turned out to be almost two hours of non-stop fucking we were all on the bed cuddled up together kissing and squeezing and happily exhausted. I look at my girlfriend and my new lover and said, "I love this. We need to do it more." They both moaned in agreement. From there it was almost always threesomes. Sometimes one sister was gone so I would fuck the other one. I gradually learned how rough I could get with them and we progressed to getting in the shower and taking turns pissing on each other (that was Melinda's kink but I took to it instantly). Cheryl and I enjoyed grinding our pussys together (it was years before I learned this is tribadism) and she showed me the joy of rubbing a nipple on a girl's clit (something else she learned from Jennifer). Melinda and I hoped that Cheryl would find a girlfriend of her own so we could have a proper orgy but sadly that didn't happen. So, the spring of our 9th grade year moved along with nary a whisper (at least none I ever heard) about Melinda and I being the class lesbians. As spring moved on we became a comfortable if covert thruple. Sometimes I would get a bit annoyed because both sisters eagerly embraced their submissive roles (I learned the terms for all this later in life) and I had trouble being dominating all the time. Sometimes a girl just wants to lay back and enjoy getting fucked. I also developed a new interest at school. Melinda was in orchestra, she played the cello, and Cheryl was on our dance team (she had been taking dance classes for years). I discovered theater. I never auditioned for a part in the school plays, I was too shy for that, but I did enjoy being backstage. I found I really enjoyed working with the lighting and that, as you dear reader will learn in later installments, guided me to where I am today in my life. Then spring break came and I totally descended into depravity. Part 3: A depraved discovery and a bittersweet ending Spring break came and Melinda and Cheryl's mom had to go to St. Louis on a business trip. I assumed they would be going with her, leaving me another week of wrestling magazines and masturbation. But instead their cousin Jennifer came to town to stay with them. Yes, THAT Jennifer. I was intrigued and also nervous. Jennifer had turned Cheryl on to excitingly rough lesbian sex and had awakened Melinda's inner freak. I was really afraid that there was no way I could compare to her and that the sisters would prefer her to me. (In case you are curious dear reader I am still pretty insecure, even though I know my wife really loves me). Gathering up my courage I walked across the street. I hoped for the best so I wasn't wearing any underwear and my boobs were bouncing nicely. I rang the bell and Cheryl opened the door (not naked) and I came in and followed her to the basement rec room. Melinda was on the couch with a blonde girl who I assumed was Jennifer (who else would it be?) Looking her over I saw she was what would be described today as "thick" and that she bleached her hair (the black roots were showing). Later in life she would be what I would call a "dirty girl", a girl who makes no excuses for really liking sex. She looked us over. "OK girls, everyone is here so get those clothes off." We all stripped down and sat on the floor. I had my arms around Melinda's middle, playing with her boobs and Cheryl had one hand in my bush. Jennifer stood up and began to dance. I knew she worked in a convenience store but today I would learn she supplemented her income (and supplemented it well) dancing in several clubs in the St. Louis area. Once her shirt was off I saw she had amazingly large and quite dark nipples. She had just a hint of a bush, for professional reasons she wanted her pussy to show. Once she was naked she turned her attention to me. "So Cindy, you're the wrestling fan?" "Yes I am." I replied, squeezing Melinda a little harder. "You know what a catfight is?" she asked, with a hungry smile. I shook my head. "It's an all-out bitch-battle, no rules. First girl to submit loses. You think you can take me on?" I stood up and stepped to her. She was a couple of inches taller than me (I was growing taller pretty quickly) but she clearly had several pounds on me. I stood in close so that our nipple touched and that made my pussy tingle. "No hits to the face, I got to look good at work. You ready to fight?" I nodded. With zero warning she brought her knee up right into my belly. All the air left my body and I sagged down. Jennifer grabbed my little boobs and kept me up, stretching out my hard nipples. I realized that I was in an actual fight. Jennifer might not hurt me permanently, but she was seriously aroused by causing me pain if the shininess on her inner thighs was any sign. However, I needed to find a way to get some space between us. I grabbed her nice tits, digging my nails in deep into the smooth fake-tanned flesh. Mauling her tits, I brought my knee up hard between her legs, smashing it into her very wet cunt. Jennifer moaned and I wasn't sure how much of it was pain and how much was a near-orgasm. She went down on her knees and I grabbed her blonde hair, slapping her heavy tits with my free hand. I thought I was doing good and then Jennifer got in a hard cunt punch and I went down on my ass. She threw herself on top of me, pressing her tits into my face. I sank my teeth into a warm breast and was rewarded with her sinking a claw hold on my tender pussy. Being this close to her naked body I realized that my initial impression, that she was soft and curvy, was wrong. Yes, she had ample curves and magnificent boobs, but she also had some serious muscles. Not big bulging, and kind of gross to my eyes, bodybuilder muscles but she was quite hard and toned. In college I had the chance to talk with, and on several occasions, fuck dancers. All them showed that being an exotic dancer, especially if you work the pole, requires incredible core strength and stamina. I was on the receiving end of that stamina how and once she got me into a scissors hold across my chest I could no longer get enough air to keep going. I slapped hard at the floor, unwilling to take any more punishment. Jennifer spun around and pressed her very wet pussy right into my face. I began to eagerly lick her, pushing my tongue as far as I could into her vagina. I felt my legs being spread and Melinda started licking my pussy. She rolled my hips up a little, so she could get at my ass as well and I moaned into Jennifer's cunt as my girlfriend slobbered all over my pussy and ass. My penalty for losing was to eat everyone's pussy (not much of a hardship). Exhausted and covered in pussy juices we lay on the couch in a tangle of bare limbs, watching some videos Jennifer had brought with her. One of them featured truly beautiful women (by early 1990's standards) wrestling topless so Melinda and I had several more orgasms. Exhausted I pulled Melinda to her feet and led her to the shower. I knew I looked a mess and I was sure I smelled of pussy juice, so I needed to clean up. No sooner was the water on then Melinda was on her knees, waiting for me to pee on her tits, which of course I did. She returned the favor and we then proceeded to rub our wet bodies together and fingering each other. We finally got out of the shower when the hot water started to run out. I dried off and put my clothes on. Walking was going to be a challenge since I didn't have panties on and my jeans were rubbing against my raw pussy and my nipples were hard as rocks and really sticking out. I walked across the street to my house, grateful l didn't see any of my family until I could get to my room and put on some underwear, resisting the desire to masturbate with the memories of the afternoon. Melinda's mom got home on the weekend and on Sunday afternoon Melinda called me begging me to come over to her house. I could tell she was crying so I hurried over. When I got there she was on the living room couch (with clothes on, her mom was home after all), red-eyed and upset. "What is babe? What's wrong?" The tears started again, "We're moving! My mom got a promotion and she has to move to St. Louis." Now it was my time to tear up. It wasn't fair! I had just gotten a girlfriend and now she was moving almost 200 miles away. "When are you moving?" I asked through my tears. "Once school is out." This was about 2 months away. Her mom came in and sat next to us. She tried so hard to sound kind but I think she knew that nothing she could say would make us feel better. "I know this is sad for you girls but this is a big step up for me." I nodded, trying to act all mature, "I know, but I will miss Melinda and Cheryl so much!" So, the question I have never gotten an answer to be this, did her mom know we were more than just best friends? If she did she never let on to me, Melinda, Cheryl, or my folks. I think she might have figured it out, both of us tended to vocal orgasms, but since she has Melinda when she was 19 I think she was somewhat relived that her daughter would not be getting pregnant any times soon. In hindsight her silence spared me some very awkward conversations with my parents, ones that got pushed off until I was in college. I was that far in the closet where my family was concerned at this point in my life. Over the next two months we fucked and wrestled like total sluts, but the day finally came when they left. I was crushed. I was going to high school in August with no best friend, a best friend with the best sort of benefits, and I had no idea what would happen next. This story will continue with my high school years Well, there is part one. Part two will pick up with our protagonist heading to high school in the 10th grade. For those who have never heard of apartment house wrestling I recommend www.ahwgaller.com for a collection of the images that made me all tingly back in the day. They still have that effect on me. I also want to give credit to the awesome Bree Mills and her film "Teenage Lesbian." This story owes a lot to her story.