Date: 18 Aug 2001 10:23:33 -0700 From: Jan Subject: Sarah Jane Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between girls. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to repost them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2001 Jan. All Rights Reserved. Please E-mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future chapters. Sarah Jane By Jan Do you know what it is like growing up in a farmhouse on a rural road, 10 miles this side of nowhere? Your nearest neighbors are miles away and they don't have children to play with. You spend your free time playing in the cornfields. They are your castle, your dancehall, your Paris fashion runway, your movie set and most of all .. the place you go to explorer your private body parts. I remember lying on my back and putting my hand in my panties and finding that little nub with my fingers for the first time. I rubbed it gently with the tip of my finger until I felt like I had to pee, but it was not the same thing. It took my breath away and my skinny legs beat a rhythm in the dust. I had no name for what happened but it felt so good I did it again. And soon my games would always with me playing with that nub until I lost my breath and I felt that release. Soon I noticed the after I did that my panties would be wet and did not smell of urine. The house was 20 miles from Springfield, Illinois and It was 10 miles to the nearest town. The rural road was 4 miles from the nearest cross road and so full of potholes that it would destroy the shocks of any car going fast than 20-mph. My parent's farmhouse is an old, two-story thing right out of an American gothic painting, badly in need of a fresh coat of white paint. The roof was green asphalt shingles on a steeply sloped pitch. It had a six-foot wide porch that went all the way around the square house. It stood on a foundation that put the house more than three-feet off the ground. It had a lattice around it to keep animals out from under the house, but of course the family dogs were able to get under it during the summer to keep cool during the summer. My parent's bedroom was on the ground floor. Like houses of that period, the main entrance brought you into a parlor with a couch in it for the time when young girls boyfriends came to call on young girls and held hands and planed weddings and discussed what kind of farm they would have. The living room was in the middle of the house. This is where my father lived when he was not in the fields. He had a leather recliner with his paper with the financial section with the latest corn prices. A few books sitting on the end table. We had managed to buy the latest toys: a Large TV, a stereo and a VCR. Behind that room was the dining room with a pocket sliding door, which was the access to the kitchen. The kitchen was large and functional. It dated back to when the wife cooked for large numbers of field hands and family gatherings. The stove was large but old. Why buy a new one when the old one worked just fine? On the north side of the house was a guest bedroom facing the front of the house with a shared bathroom with the master bedroom next to the kitchen. There were two staircases going up to the second floor, one staircase off the parlor and one off the kitchen. Because of the pitch of the roof there were only two bedrooms up stairs with a bathroom directly over the one below. To save space it only had a shower. I chose the bedroom in the front of the house as mine. It was decorated in my favorite colors . pink and purple. The back bedroom was set up as an office. The computer is in there. The computer is in there. Because my father and mother have never learned to use it, I am the one that keeps the books for the family on a spreadsheet. I have it set up to track expenses and income daily. My best friend is a girl named Judy. She lives in town. We went to the same school all our lives. When we could get together we played just like other girls do. We talked about the boys in our school. We found them to be very childish. But the older boys seemed soooo mature. Most of them worked for their parents and were driving farm equipment by the time they were 12 years old. Most of them had an old family car or truck in a barn that they were fixing up for the day they could legally drive. They all wanted hot rods but were limited by tools and money. If they ever got them running they would probably burn a quart of oil for every tank of gas. Judy and I started practicing kissing each other when we were about 12 years old. We did it in the cornfields and our bedrooms. We started finding out what it was like to suck each other's tongues. Judy was the first to start feeling my nonexistent breasts. Her fingers on my little nipples felt good just the same. I returned the favor. One day I told her I had secret to share with her. She was anxious to find out what it was. I made her promises to never tell what we did as we went into the cornfield to the spot I had been using for my games. When we got there we sat on the ground on a mat of cornstalks and started kissing each other. We were soon feeling each other's want-a-be breasts. Then I lifted the skirt of her dress. I slipped my hand under the waistband of her panties. I found her button and toyed with it with my fingers. She spread her legs wide and lay back as she enjoyed the feeling. Judy asked me how long I had be doing this. I admitted that I had been doing it for years. She kissed me warmly and told me she had been doing the same for years too. She reached for my panties and did the same thing to me. We found that it felt much better if someone else did it to us. Soon we were taking off each other's panties and looking at each other's cunts. I have dark hair and Judy is a natural blonde. At 12 we both had started menstruating and had pubic hair growing between our legs. I was the first to put my nose against her cunt and smell her. My breath turned her on very much. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my face into the wetness of her body. It tasted salty at first .. and like urine. But I licked her until the taste changed. It had a taste like when I cut myself and I sucked the blood. I found that as I sucked her my panties got wetter without me even touching myself. Judy said, "You did something to me! I don't know what it was but it was better than when play with myself." I wanted to find out so I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them. I lay on my back and opened my legs. Judy got down between my legs and tasted me. I had a true climax very quickly. We rested and figured out that if she lay on her back I could get on my hands and knees over her and we could fit our faces into each others cunts and suck each other. Judy climaxed first. But she kept sucking me until I climaxed again. From that time on we made love to each other every chance we got. We did it in my bedroom or hers. When our breasts developed it added to the fun. When we are, between our freshman and sophomore years of school we got the news that here father has taken a job that required her family to move to Los Angeles, California. We were devastated. The last night we were together alone together for the last time . we cried all night. We made love to each other over and over. After four years we have become very good at sucking each other. I had found a lesbian sight on the computer and talked to older women about what they did. So I added something new to our last night together. I put Judy on her hand and knees at the edge of my double bed. Then I pried the cheeks of her ass open. I looked at her pink asshole and blew on it. Her anus puckered up tightly. Then I kissed her right on the rosebud. She dropped her head to the mattress and grabbed the bed spread with her fingers. I licked her and forced my tongue into the hole. When she came I saw juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. I licked it up with my tongue. Judy lay there until she rested. Then she asked me to let her suck my ass too. So I assumed the kneeling position on the bed and She treated me to my first tongue fuck of my life. It was so nice to have another way to make love to Judy. We didn't sleep all night. When she gets to Los Angeles, she plans to get her computer hooked up as soon as possible so we can talk to each other every night. 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