Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2010 17:35:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Awaking of Kimberly (lesbian/adult youth, oral anal, F/F, F/g, F/g) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a woman and 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 re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Awakening of Kimberly By Jan There was no moon one summer's evening when a group of young girls were playing Hide and Seek. I had joined a classmate on her block to play with her friends. I chose to hide in the yard of the house that the other girls avoided. For some reason they treated the house as if it were haunted. I didn't understand why they had such trepidations about the house. I knew there were two women living there. I had seen one of the women a few times before. She looked like the kind of woman you would see singing in the church choir. She wore tortoise shell glasses, rather short hair, simple conservative dresses and practical wide heeled shoes. The other woman was obviously a nurse because the few times I saw her she was dressed in hospital greens. I never got a good look at her. She was a bit of a mystery because she worked different hours. There were times she was just getting home from work when I was going to school. Other times she was getting home in the evening. I saw no reason for the apprehension the other girls showed towards them. I had hid behind a large camellia bush at the side of the house. No one entered their property, so I was not found. When the girl that was it was far enough away from the base tree I came out of hiding and ran for the tree. As I tagged the tree I called, "Ollie Ollie Oxon Free, Free, Free!" The other girls wanted to know where I had been hiding. When I told them that I had been in the yard over there, as I pointed in the direction of the home of the two women, the other girls told me that was off limits." I didn't understand why their house was off limits. One of the older girls told me that it was off limits because they were lesbians! I had no idea what a lesbian was, for all I knew that was the name of a country. The girl saw that her statement didn't mean anything to me. She thought it was funny. She told me in a confidential tone, "Lesbians are women that have sex with each other. They might try and rape girls like us!" I knew very little about sex as a third grader. All I knew was that men did something to women and a baby grew inside their bellies for almost a year. I didn't even know how it took place. The most I had ever done was play the game of doctor with some girls and boys enough to know the physical difference between boys and girls. The idea that women might do something with each other had never occurred to me before. I didn't know how to ask the girl what she was talking about. I didn't want to look like I was stupid. I wondered about her statement for days. I wondered what they did to each other. I figured out by the house number that their home was directly behind my family's home or either side of it. My family's home was 5612 and the house number of their home was 5613. I checked to make sure by peeking over the fence. I could see enough of the driveway to see one of their cars. I made up my mind to find out what all of the fuss was about. There was a planter outside my bedroom window. I knew how to open my window and slip out of the window without making enough noise to wake up my parents. One night I kept my play clothes on and went to bed. When I heard my father snoring I slipped out the window. I climbed the backyard fence and found that there was a trellis that would allow me to climb back over the fence. I climbed down the trellis to their backyard. I made my way to the back of their house and peeked through the windows. I could not see anything. The blinds were closed and there was no light in the rooms. I moved around the house trying to peek in every window. I had no luck at all. Eventually I made my way back to their backyard and climbed up the trellis. I returned home and back through my window. I was determined to find out what all the fuss was about. I tried a couple of more times before my parents went out for an evening at a friend's home. I talked them into leaving me home by myself. As soon as it got dark I made my way over the wall. This time I noticed that both cars were in the driveway. I was sure that both of them were home. I looked for a window with lights on. When I peeked in the window I could make out most of the room under the bottom of the blinds. I was disappointed to see them reading. One was reading the newspaper and the other was reading a magazine. I must have made enough noise rustling past the bushes that one of them heard it. The nurse got up and left the room. I continued watching the other woman. While I was watching I suddenly heard the bush behind me move and was confronted by the nurse. There was no place for me to run. I was trapped. She grabbed my arm and dragged me into the house. I was scared to death. Was she going to rape me? (Whatever that meant) She led me into the room I had been watching. One of the ladies I had been watching was startled to see her friend pulling me into the room. The nurse demanded of me, "Why were you spying on us?" I was terrified, "I, I was told by a girl that you were Lisboans. I wanted to find out what that meant!" She flashed a crocked smile, "Do you mean Lesbians?" I looked puzzled, "Something like that. Is that a country?" She continued to smile, "That is not a country. It is a life style." She understood that I had no idea what I was talking about. "What else did she tell you about us?" "She told me that your house was out of bounds, when we played hide and seek a few nights ago, because you might rape us." I whispered. She almost choked, "Do you think I'm going to rape you?" "I don't know what that is, but I don't think you would do anything to hurt me!" She smiles, "Do you want to find out what being a lesbian is all about?" The other woman said, "Arlene, don't you dare start something! She is just a child." She looked at her friend and gave her a look that made her lower her eyes. "This young girl has been spying on us because she has been told things about us. She is obviously curious about what we do. Why not tell her?" The other woman was about to say something when the first woman held up a finger. That seemed to make her close her mouth. The woman holding my arm demanded, "What is your name and where do you live?" "My name is Kimberly. I live in the house behind yours." The other woman said, "I have seen her a few times. That is where she lives." The one with the strong grip on my arm said, "That is Delores or 'De' over there. She is the city librarian. My name is Arlene. I am a registered nurse at the County Hospital." I swear that De looked like a sweet little middle aged woman that would cry if anyone yelled at her. Arlene was a stocky woman that looked as strong as a man. Her hair was cropped rather short. She didn't have any makeup on at all. She had on slacks and a polo shirt. From the way her nipples were poking the shirt it looked like her breasts were sagging almost to her waist and there was no hint of a bra. The way she was holding onto my arm close to her body also felt soft, adding to the suspicion that there was no bra under her shirt. At that moment I was too afraid of what she was going to do to think about what she was wearing. Arlene continued, "If you are interested in finding out what lesbianism is all about I can teach you." De started sputtering, "Arlene, you can't do that. She is too young. You will get us in trouble!" "Kimberly is not going to tell anyone how she learned about what lesbians are. Are you honey?" I sputtered, "No." De didn't say anything more. She simply got up and left the room. From what I could tell she was doing something in the kitchen. I heard a tea kettle whistling eventually. While she was gone Arlene invited me to sit on the couch next to her, while she started telling me about what lesbianism was all about. She started off by telling me, "Lesbian is not a county. Lesbians' are all females they are not any different from any other female. She told me that she just prefers to have sex with other women." She could tell that the word sex was bothering me. "Do you know anything about sex?" I told her what I knew about how babies were made. She was amused by my innocence. She smiled very sweetly at my naiveté. She placed her hand on my knee, "Honey, there are many ways that people can enjoy sex without making babies. Sex can make you feel good, just for the fun of it. There are many ways women can please each other." I really didn't understand what she was talking about, but the way her hand was resting on my knee not only felt warm, it caused a strange tingling feeling in my body. She was sitting so close to me that I could feel the heat of her body through my clothes. She had one arm on the back of the couch around my shoulders. Her hand was lightly resting on my opposite shoulder. Her body smelled like soap. I felt safe next to her and excited by the prospect of learning about something forbidden. Her other hand was resting on my thigh again, it did feel good. Arlene said, "Women kiss each other a lot to show how much they love each other! They also hug and touch each other." There was nothing she was telling me that was all that strange. I kissed and hugged my female relatives and friends. It did not feel all that strange when Arlene leaned close to me and kissed me on the mouth. The kiss lasted a long time and I could feel her cool breath on my cheek as she breathed. The hand on my knee was moving up the inside of my thigh. I didn't understand the feelings her hand was inducing in my body. My flesh felt like it was crawling under her fingers. When her hand reached my panties her tongue entered my mouth. None of my friends or relatives had ever stuck their tongue in my mouth before. It felt so strange in my mouth. She was moving her tongue around inside my mouth, when her hand came to rest on the bulge of my panties. She pulled her head back and asked, "Do you like the way lesbians' kiss?" I was almost breathless when I said very softly, "Yes!" The hand on my panties started rubbing the smooth material of my panties. I was a little embarrassed that Arlene was going to see my panties, because the panties I had on were not my best. I knew that they were worn thin from washings and had permanent stains from potty marks, urine stains, and the inside of the leg openings were stained by sweat and sloughed off skin cells, that left a yellowish stain. Arlene slid her hand all the way up to my waist before she slipped her hand down the inside of my panties. I had never felt anything like it, when her fingers stroked my pubic mound. I was surprised at the feeling and sucked in air when her finger slipped into the opening of my pussy. Her finger found that little nub and played with it. My mother had told me to never let anyone touch me there. I had already found out that it felt good to touch myself while bathing, but I had never played with it as long as Arlene was doing. When I had touched myself it had not felt anywhere as intense as it felt when Arlene touched me down there. It didn't take long before I was quivering like a leaf in the breeze. Arlene took her hand out of my panties and kissed me like I had never been kissed before. She was holding my face with both hands. The hand that had been in my panties was so close to my nose I could smell the odor of my own pussy. I felt as weak as a rag doll. I closed my eyes, when I opened them De was standing on the other side of the coffee table with a tea tray in her hand. She placed it on the table and poured three cups of tea. The playing was interrupted while we drank the tea and ate some cookies. De sat in a chair facing us. Arlene continued telling me about what women could do to please each other. She told me, "Some women are submissive. They only do what they are told, and prefer to allow the other woman to take charge in the love making. The most common name these women are called is a sub or a fem. There are also women that prefer to be in charge of the love making. They are called Butches or dykes, if you're mean." I vaguely remembered hearing girls call other girls those names. I didn't know what they meant. I could tell by the tone of their voices that it was not a nice name they were obviously dirty words!" Arlene chuckled, "To some people they are dirty words. To lesbian they can be a simple statement of fact. Names can only hurt if you let them." While she was saying that her fingers were resting on my thigh again. My pussy started tingling in anticipation of her hand returning to the crotch of my panties. De was gathering up the tea things to return them to the kitchen. I heard the water running while Arlene was talking to me. She was assuring me, "Any time you feel uncomfortable with what I'm doing, I will stop whatever I'm doing." I trusted her because she was so much like my own relatives. There was nothing she was doing that felt dangerous. She started kissing me again like before and worked her hand back up my leg until she was rubbing my panties again. It felt so good that I was breathing hard. She didn't do anymore than rub my panties for awhile. When De returned Arlene said, "Why don't you go home and think about what you want to do before coming back to our house." With that she led me to the back door and watched me climb the fence. I made my way home and spent the rest of the night thinking about what Arlene had told me. I was intrigued by the idea that there was a way women could have sex with each other. I could not return the next evening because my parents were home. I also noted that Arlene's car was not in the driveway. I suspected that she was working nights or something like that. It was almost a week before my parents went to a party that would include drinking late into the night. I had also seen Arlene's car in the driveway. After it got dark I climbed over the fence to their house and quickly ran up the stairs to the backdoor stoop and knocked on the door. Arlene answered the door and stepped back and invited me in. She wrapped her arm gently around my shoulder and ushered me into the family room. She was dressed in her hospital greens and white leather basketball shoes. When we entered the room De was reading a book dressed much as she had been the first time I had seen her. She had on a simple print dress and practical shoes. She looked up from her book as Arlene announced, "Look who came back to visit!" De closed her book and laid it on her lap. Her expression was that of sadness. Arlene smiled as she said, "De and I had a bet if you would come back to continue your education. She is upset because she has to pay the bet now. I asked, "What is the price of her bet?" "She has to take off all of her clothes and masturbate in front of you!" Arlene announced. De reluctantly stood up, as Arlene pulled me down on her lap as she sat down on the sofa. She wrapped her arms around me, as De started unbuttoning her dress. When the dress was completely unbuttoned she discarded the dress, revealing a simple white slip. She pulled the straps of the slip off of her shoulders and struggled to pull the slip down over her hips. When she was standing in the puddle of her slip, I saw that she was wearing a plain white bra over breasts as large as my mother's. She pulled she straps off of her shoulders and turned the bra around so that the clasp was in front and unhooked the bra. When she dropped the bra I watched as her soft flesh sagged. They looked so creamy white and her areolas were only slightly darker in color. The nipples were rubbery looking. I was fascinated by them. She lifted them and rubbed them as if it was a relief to have them out of the tight confines of her bra. I could not take my eyes off of her tits. De only had on baggy panties, knee high nylons and her practical shoes. She sat down on her chair and proceeded to cross her legs and untie her shoes and remove them. Then she rolled down the nylons one at a time. It was interesting that her feet looked almost perfect, if it were not for the redness from the pressure of the shoes. She had to stand again to remove those baggy panties. They were clean and white. She pulled the elastic waist down past her hips so that they could fall to the floor to join her slip. She stood there for a moment with her feet planted a shoulder width before she rubbed that hairy patch between her legs. She may have been a soft overweight middle aged woman, but at that moment I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I hardly even noticed that Arlene was rubbing me between the legs. De stood there facing us while she rubbed her pussy. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth while she rubbed herself vigorously. She used her left hand to grasp her right tit. She pulled on the nipple while her right hand was busy probing her pussy. I could smell her pussy from the four or five feet distance separating us. De opened her eyes but looked glazed over. There were wet sucking sounds being produced by her fingers stabbing her pussy. When she started to cum she sat down in her chair and draped her legs over the arms of the chair. Her pussy was gaping open. I could see the little nub that I had found on myself to be so pleasurable to touch, the opening of her pussy and even the hole she peed out of. When she was finished she slowly recovered and she looked sheepishly as if she was ashamed of masturbating in front of me. That was when I noticed just how wet my own pussy was under the constant rubbing of Arlene's hand. While De was recovering, Arlene sat me on the sofa. She stood up and pulled the green smock over her head. Her hair was so short that it only required the shake of her head to put the hair back in place. She had on a comfortable bra that offered only the gentle support of nylon to encase her melon sized breasts. I could see the dark circle created by her areolas and the bulge of her nipples stretching the nylon thin. While she was standing she pulled the cord holding the bottoms of her hospital greens up out of the waistband and pulled the bow of the string. The greens were a little large around her waist. They fell from her body. She also had on comfortable underwear. She was able to use her toes to remove her basketball shoes. When I looked at the crotch of her panties I saw the unmistakable shadow created by her dark pubic hair. As she sat down on the sofa she swiftly pulled her panties down under her behind. When she was seated she finished pulling the panties off. All that remained were the white petty-socks. She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me tightly against her warm body. My cheek was pressed against her soft breast. Her nipple was only the length of my tongue away from my mouth. I couldn't resist sucking her nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it while flipping the nipple with my tongue. Arlene was stroking my hair and she said softly, "I was so sure you would be back that I bought some gifts for you." The prospect of her giving me gifts excited me. I stopped sucking on the nipple and looked up at her face. She let go of me and got up. I watched her butt sway as she walked towards a doorway. When she returned she had a large plastic shopping bag with the large red star of May Company in her hand. She sat back down next to me and reached into the bag. She pulled out a flat box. She handed it to me to open. When I opened the lid and pulled the tissue paper aside I was thrilled to see a matching set of undergarments, a little black lace training bra, garter belt and tiny panties. I didn't think that the panties would fit me at all. Arlene begged me to get undressed and try the garments on. I was shy about taking off my clothes in front of the two women. The thrill of trying on such sexy underwear was too good to resist. As I started to stand up I pulled down the heel straps of my sandals. I had on my play clothes, consisting of a jersey in the colors of the University of Illinois, along with ragged bottom cut off jeans. I didn't need or wear a bra over my budding breasts. My panties were simple white rayon things that had seen many a washing. As I removed the jersey I couldn't wait to put on the training bra. By little bumps hardly filled the cups. I ran my hands over the delicate lace and felt so grown up to have a bra on. As I removed the jeans and panties, Arlene told me to put on the garter belt first. I asked her, "What was a garter belt for?" She smiled, "To hold up your nylons baby." It was not hard to figure out how to put it on, after all the straps had to hang down. Arlene took a package of new nylons from the bag. When I opened the package I was fascinated to see my first pair of dark nylons. Arlene had to show me how to gather them up on my thumbs down to the toe. They fit snugly as I pulled up each of the nylons up my legs. I had to stretch each strap of the garter belt and attach them, front, back and sides. Standing there with the smooth nylons on me, I ran my hands over my legs. Then Arlene handed me the black lace panties. I thought she had made a mistake. There was no way these tiny little things would even fit a 6-year old. When I stuck my left foot into the leg hole and then the right I marveled how much the material stretched as I pulled them up my legs. As I pulled them up and over my butt I felt the material wedge between the cheeks of my butt. The triangle tucked into the creases of my legs. They were so tight that they actually wedged between the lips of my pussy. They pulled the garter straps tightly against my body, making the nylons creep even higher up my legs. I felt like I was so mature in my new adult underwear. Even De commented, "I can't believe how sexy you look all dolled up!" Arlene propped herself against the arm of the sofa and placed one foot on the sofa. She held out her hand, as soon as I took it and pulled me down on top of her body. I fell on top of her body. It was a surprise to me, but it felt wonderful to have her soft breasts pressed against my new brassiere. We kissed while she placed both hands on my butt. I couldn't resist feeling her breasts. Her nipples just had to be sucked. I licked and sucked every inch of her breasts as Arlene placed her hands on top of my head and applied enough pressure to let me know that she wanted me to move down her body. I was not about to kneel on the floor and possibly snag my new nylons, so I spread my legs as I backed up. I had been fascinated by her pussy from the moment I saw it, now I was running my fingers through the hairs parting her lips so that I could see that ridge ending in that little nub hooded by her labia. The opening of her pussy looked ragged and uneven. I saw the hole of her urethra. I felt just how warm and slimy the inside of her pussy was. I closed my eyes and placed my mouth right on her pussy. I was driving my tongue deep into her pussy with my nose pressed against her clit. I was so absorbed in what I was doing that I had forgotten all about De. Then I felt hands on my ass. I lifted by head and looked over my shoulder to check out what was going on. De had gotten out of her chair and moved behind me. She was sitting on the corner of the coffee table. She was pulling down my new panties from behind, and then she was spreading my ass open. Arlene took hold of my head and reminded me that I still had something to finish. I went back to work sucking her pussy. Then I felt De actually sticking her face between the cheeks of my ass. I felt her breath on my asshole before I felt her tongue actually touch my asshole. When that actually happened I lost it. I stared peeing. De placed her hand under me and caught some of my pee. When I looked under my body I could see between my legs. De was under me drinking my pee right from my pussy. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. When I finished peeing she continued sucking my pussy while I returned to sucking Arlene's pussy. I have no idea how long we sucked pussy. There came a time that Arlene started bucking her waist off of the sofa. My nose was being smashed against her pelvic bone. My mouth was being flooded with her slimy juice. When I looked up at her face she had a look like she was not there. It was a blissful look. I had played with myself enough to have discovered that I could climax but none of them had ever produced the kind of reaction I saw on Arlene's face. I was so absorbed by Arlene's reaction that I almost forgot that De was under me doing to me what I had done to Arlene. Then it happened, I felt a blood rush like nothing I had ever felt before. I was breathless and my heart was pounding in my ears. I felt my knees give way and I actually sat on De's upturned face. I couldn't believe how I felt. It was getting late, I had to change clothes and get cleaned up before going home. It wouldn't do for me to return home with my face smelling like pussy. I came up with a way to introduce my mother to Delores. I asked her to take me to the public library so that I could check out a book for a report. That allowed me to introduce her to Delores. While I was looking for a suitable book De took a break and invited my mother to join her outside to sit on a bench under the covered approach to the library. De ingratiated herself to my mother very skillfully. She suggested to my mother that now that I was growing up that she might enjoy taking a job at the library. She talked her into taking a job from 3:00 pm to 11:00pm. That would allow me to visit De and Arlene after school five or six days a week until almost 11:00 pm. By the time I graduated from high school I had become a devoted daughter of Lesbos. I had played the school girl for a number of older women that lived to fulfill their fantasies about being school teachers or nuns seducing young girls. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com