Date: Wed, 04 Nov 1998 08:47:52 PST From: xited65@hotmail.com Subject: Learning from Rita My name is Tina, I am Greek, I live in Athens, I am bisexual, married, have two wonderful children and I would like to share with other readers some of my stories. Here is the true story about my first experience with another girl. This, I believe, marked me, for life. I welcome comments from other readers and would also love to hear from other women about their first time. Please e-mail me your comments and your stories at : xited65@hotmail.com LEARNING FROM RITA It all happened in a small town in Greece , when I was almost 13. My father was an army officer and every time he took command of a new unit, we were obliged to move to the nearest town to the barracks. My brother and myself hated these movements as every time we had to go to change school, make new friends and in general go through the traumatic experience of "the newcomer" in a small community . We were living in a rented house in a quiet part of the town. It had a large garden where we were hanging around. At first the local kids were sort of ignoring us, but slowly, as the garden was big it eventually became the playing ground of the neighborhood. Behind our house there was a small abandoned building. It must have been like that for many years as part of it had collapsed and wild plants, trees and bushes had almost covered it. The local kid had some rather terrifying ghost stories to tell and all of them believed that it was certainly haunted. No one dared to go near it ! One afternoon, looking out of my window, I saw the daughter of one of our neighbors, Rita, sneaking through the bushes and disappearing into this building. She was much older than me, about 19 - 20 and obviously not afraid of ghost and evil spirits. I got very curious to see what she was up to, so I mustered all my courage, sneaked out and tip toed there looking for her. I found the door half open and slipped in. She was nowhere in sight. I was scared but my curiosity was bigger, so I moved quietly towards the next room. There I saw her... She was sitting on a wooden box, her eyes closed and was doing what I loved doing every night in bed before drifting into sleep. Oh God, she was playing with herself. She was really masturbating.( I can still close my eyes and see her image) . It was the first time I've seen a woman masturbating. She was wearing a flimsy summer dress with buttons all the way up front. She had them all undone and with one hand she was caressing her breasts and with the other she was rubbing her pussy. I was paralyzed. I couldn't move nor I could I take my eyes off her. I was very impressed by her thick black pubic hair. She had her legs wide open and her eyes closed. I was flushed, and I felt a hotness that I have never felt before rising between my legs. My mouth went dry and my head was spinning. Slowly my hands moved on their own, as if they were not controlled by me. One lifted my skirt and the other went into my panties. I was unbelievably wet and with my eyes glued on her black pussy I started rubbing myself too. I must have moaned or made some sort of a sound, because she suddenly opened her eyes and saw me. She tried to cover herself and in the meantime, jumped up and grabbed me by the hair. "What are you doing here, you little bitch ? Are you spying on me?" I started crying telling her that I was not and that I will not tell anyone, that I liked looking at her and that her secret was safe with me. ( So many years ago ,in a small town in Greece one had to be very careful. Morality and hypocrisy were, in comparison with today, at almost medieval standards) Although she was hurting me I was still exited by looking at her body from her open dress. She then suddenly, grabbed my hand and brought my still wet fingers to her nose . "Well, well, well ! What do we have here? What were you doing with you fingers?" "Nothing" I sobbed. She smiled and dragged me to the box where she was sitting and forced me to sit next to her. Her dress was wide open again. I was scared and still crying but I felt she had relaxed her grip , drew me closer to her and started caressing me. My face was on her bare chest and her hand was roaming from my head down my back to my ass. I loved the feeling. Her tits felt ever so soft and I stopped sobbing. I put my hands around her waist, under her dress, and I too started caressing her. She was whispering something to me and as I wanted to show her that she could trust me I started giving her small kisses on her big round tits. She got up slowly, pulled me on my feet, and then she let her dress slide off her down to her feet. She was completely naked infront of me . She was beautiful. I was looking at her with, I am sure, a stupid look in my face. She then smiling started slowly to undress me. I was very embarrassed to be standing naked infront of her. She was a woman and I was nothing in comparison. My tits were almost non existent and the fact that I am a natural blond did not help at all in the pubic hair department. I was flushed and so ashamed of my body and I told her so but she soon made me forget everything. Her hands, her fingers, her lips made me abandon and forget all my fears. She made me sit on the box , spread my legs wide open, knelt in front of me and placed her lips on my very very wet pussy. It felt as if I was struck by electricity. Her lips and her tongue gave me such pleasure that I thought it was not real. I spread my legs as far as possible, grabbed her head and pushed my then virgin cunt on her mouth . "Lick me, Rita, Lick my pussy" I couldn't believe that these words were coming out of my mouth. I felt something strange rising from my cunt spreading all over my body and then exploding in my head. "Oooohh Rita, ooohh God ! It feels soooo goood!!" My head was spinning. I still held on to her hair, still keeping her mouth glued to my pussy. I just had my first real orgasm. It was so intense ! One thousand times more than the orgasms I used to have using my fingers . I almost passed out. I was over the moon. She smiled and started kissing me. I tasted my own juices from her mouth and I wanted to taste hers too. I wanted to give her the same pleasure she gave me but I told her that I didn't know how. She guided me step by step. I was tasting my first pussy and was loving it. I loved the feel of her thick black hair on my face. Even now, I get turned off by a clean shaven cunt. I still just love hairy pussies. I loved the taste of her cunt. I was licking her like crazy and wanted to make her cum in my mouth. I could not believe what was happening to me but as she started coming in my mouth, I had a second orgasm without even touching myself. This still happens to me almost every time I lick another woman . For the rest of our stay in this town( about 10 months) and almost every afternoon, Rita and I were meeting in this old building and were making love like crazy. We had stolen two blankets from our houses and made our love nest more comfortable. Rita was a fantastic teacher and, I guess, I was a heck of a good student. We were making love in every imaginative way and position. We had endless orgasms licking each other . She showed me how 69 was done, and how exciting a finger or a tongue in my asshole could be. But what we loved best was to sit facing each other, crossing our legs and rubbing our very wet cunts together until they were almost on fire. The contact was perfect, our cunt juices were helping our pussies slide without any effort, making this special wet-rubbing noise (I can't find the right English word for it ) and the girl sex smell was intoxicating. We were always having the best orgasms this way. It is still my preferred way to make love to a woman. I was in heaven. I surely was in love with her. Maybe because she was my first lover. Maybe because she was the first woman who introduced me to lesbian sex I don't know but the truth is that the feelings Rita gave me, the orgasms, and the sweet satisfaction I felt after each time we made love and laid in each others arms were never repeated. I have been with other women but Rita was and still is unique. She will always be in my heart. I was heart broken when we left this town .I never saw her again.