Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2012 14:15:22 -0700
From: naomiknowsit <naomiknowsit@dslextreme.com>
Subject: Naomi's Story Part 1

I am 49 and write stories of lesbian and bi love based on friends and
little bits of things from life. But here I tell of me. I know there are girls
who are like me when I was young and hope some may take something
from what transpired for me. --Naomi
It began for me when I was 10. And it seemed to happen as if someone
turned a switch.
I got up one school morning and as usual took a look stock of myself in
my full length mirror. Like most girls I thought signs of being grown
would be there even before I had had my period and of course nothing.
So there I stood as straight as a stick with my panty the only thing to
allow me to say I wasn't naked.
But the day before had been eventful. I had slept over a t a friend's, a
girl I dearly loved but did not love in an intimate way....at least I didn't
think so. Marisa was so different from me in appearance. Oh we both
were sticks but she was a dark Latina girl with dark hair and eyes and a
pouting mouth. While I am auburn haired with freckles everywhere, thin
lips, pale skin. But I have to admit I have nice green eyes.
Anyway the previous night at Marisa's she suggested that we practice
kissing so when we kissed a boy we wouldn't be stupid about it. This
was something I had heard girls did and so we stood a bit nervously,
giggling some, and came close and placed our closed lips together.
And that was the beginning of my change. I knew right away that I liked
kissing Marisa, never mind practicing for boys. I liked that I could feel
her lips against mine, could feel her shaking some, could feel her blood
rushing through her. I wanted it to go on...and on and had no idea if she
felt the same, if maybe she suggested the practice kissing just so we two
could kiss.
We giggled some more and I did notice that she offered to kiss more and
I was so glad of that. We "practiced" kissing for a few minutes and even
came closer and put our hands on one another's shoulders. I so wanted to
put my arms around her and again wondered if she had that thought too.
I can't say I remember why we stopped but something happened. Maybe
her mother calling or...well, we stopped and giggled and agreed to
practice again another time.
I felt something more than friendship for Marisa then. I watched her as
she got into bed. If she watched me I can't say. We spent time trading
stories and rumors and giggles about boys although for me that was
perfunctory. Marisa fell asleep before I did as I continued to remember
the feel of kissing her.
Marisa and I never were together again, I mean that way. We didn't
sleep over at each other's. I think she was afraid of her feelings but
that's just a guess.

End Part 1