Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2018 15:33:41 -0800
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: My Friend Julie (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/gFF)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/gFF

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Author's Note:

Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved

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                 Mt Friend Julie
                      By
                     Jan

      Like a lot of girls my first introduction to sex
came when a group of neighborhood girls were playing
in the back yard of a home of one of the girl's, and
someone suggested we play spin the bottle.  We sat in
a circle and took turns spinning an empty wine bottle.
Whoever the neck pointed at one of the girls the
spinner of the bottle kissed them.  There was a girl,
names Julie, from around the block that was about
twelve-years-old that spun the bottle and it pointed
at me.  When she kissed me, it startled me because
she stuck her tongue into my mouth.  After the shock
effect I found that it excited me.

      When the game started breaking up because the
girls had to go home to get ready for dinner.  Julie
and I were walking in pretty much the same direction,
and she asked, "Donna, why don't you come home with
me?"

      I was flattered that an older girl wanted to be
my friend and had invite me to her home.  I was a
ten-year-old fourth grader, and she was a twelve-
year-old sixth grader.  I accepted her offer and we
walked around the block to her home.  As we entered
the house we heard her mother call out, "Julie is that
you?"

      "Yes, Mom I'm home, and I brought home a
friend, and were going to my room."

      "Okay, Honey have fun, and is she staying for
dinner?"

      "Maybe"

      When we were in her bedroom she proudly
showed me her doll collection.  She even had a couple
of dolls the were anatomically correct.  She used a
male doll to demonstrated how his penis went into the
pussy of the female doll.  While we were sitting on
her bed she turned to me and asked me if she could
kiss me gain.  I accepted her request.

      It was very exciting to be kissed by an older girl.
I did my best to return her kisses.  I could feel her
breath on my cheek.  It was almost as if I was
breathing her air as it came out of her nose.  While
we were kissing her right hand was stroking my body
from my chest, and eventually was placed on my
crotch.  There was only my thin cotton play dress and
the material of a pair of my old panties separating
her fingers from my pussy.

      My mother had always preached to me that I
shouldn't let anyone touch me in inappropriate places,
but I didn't object to her touching me there, because
it felt so good.  As she stroked my pussy she
commented about how wet I was.  I couldn't help
myself.  I looked down and saw that where her finger
had been stroking the material between the folds of
my pussy the cloth was definitely wet.

     Julie released me and removed her blouse.  She
didn't have a bra on, because her breasts were not
very large, but they were bigger than mine.  I was
fascinated with them, because they were puffy pear
shaped.  The areolas were like little tits on top of her
breasts and the nipples were inverted.  She placed
her hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head
down to one of her tits.  I was thrilled by the smell
of her flesh and I opened my mouth to take her
areola into my mouth and sucked on it like a baby.

      She stroked my hair with one hand while she used
her right hand to pull up my dress.  When my panties
were exposed she eventually pulled them aside and
started running her finger up a down the valley from
asshole to clit.  It was driving me to distraction.  I
had never felt anything like that before.  The thing
was, I was too young too young to have an orgasm, but
it felt so good I didn't want it to ever end.  It
became a delightful torture.  I did my best to pull
her hand away from my pussy.

      Julie ended the kiss and looked me in the eye and
asked, "Didn't you like what I was doing?"

      "Yes, but it was starting to hurt."

      Then she slipped off the bed and knelt before
the bed and struggled to pull my panties out from
under my butt.  I protested, "Your mother might walk
in!"

      "Mother would never walk in on us!"  With that
she stuck her face right in my crotch, and did things
with her tongue that felt unbelievable.  I must have
started making noises, because Julie stuck the same
finger that had been playing with my pussy into my
mouth.  I could smell and taste the juice from my own
pussy on her finger.  I was having the time of my life.

      Then we heard her mother call out, "Girl's it is
close to dinner time, should I set a place for your
friend?"

      Julie asked, "Do you want to stay for dinner?"

      I will have to ask my mother.  Can I used the
phone to call Mom?"

      Julie handed me the phone on her nightstand.  I
called Mother and asked if I could have dinner at
Julie Brown's home.  Of course, she gave permission.
I announced "I can stay for dinner."

      Julie called out, "Donna can stay for dinner!"

      Her mother responded, "That is fine, be sure you
girls wash up before dinner!"

      I felt embarrassed because I felt like she knew
what we had been doing.  We set about getting
dressed, but Julie wouldn't allow me to put my panties
on.  After the two of us got dressed we made our way
to the bathroom and washed our faces and hands.
When we entered the kitchen and combination dining
room we smelled of hand soap.

      I was introduced to her mother, but I couldn't
look Janis Brown in the eye, because of my guilt.
After all I was standing in her presence without
panties on.  I could feel air coming up my dress and it
felt cool on my pussy.  The three of us enjoyed a
delicious meal before Janis excused us to return to
Julie's room to continue having fun.

      We returned to Julie's bedroom, and I was very
uncomfortable about starting to have sex again,
because I felt like her mother knew what we were
doing.  Julie assured me that her mother wouldn't
interrupt us.  She placed me on the bed and flipped
up my dress.  She went down on my hairless pussy
with gusto.

      She didn't even suggest that I suck her pussy.
She only said, "Let me know if you ever want to do
this again.  Think about it as long as you want!"  As I
prepared to go home, she kissed me again at the
front door.

      I walked home slowly.  I had a lot to think about
and had some homework before getting ready for
bed.  I did notice that my pussy was still wet.  When
I was in bed I had a hard time going to sleep.  I was
thinking about what Julie had done to me.  I could
even recall what her tits tasted like.  The smell of
her body was in my nose.

      The next day after school I went directly to
Julie's house.  When I knocked on the door, Janis
opened the door and gave me a warm smile, and told
me that Julie was in her room.  When I knocked on
her door Julie said come in.  When I opened the door,
she was sitting on her bed in just her tight-fitting
panties.  She made no effort cover up her breasts.
She gave me a warm smile, "I take it that you want to
continue doing what we did yesterday.

      She reached out and took me by the hand and
pulled me to her, and kissed me on the mouth.  When
she interrupted the kiss she said, "Why are you still
dressed?"

      I chucked a little uncomfortably, and started
removing my clothes, but I wasn't doing it fast
enough, so Julie started helping me.  When I was
totally naked Julie pulled me onto her bed and
started kissing me and feeling me up.  She started
sucking my pussy again and even drilled her tongue
into my asshole.  I couldn't believe she would do
anything like that.  She eventually had me suck her
tits again and this time she directed me down to her
pussy.

      I was fascinated at the prospect of inspecting
the pussy of a girl that was almost an adult.  I had
seen my mother naked before, but had never been
able to inspect it.  In fact, I felt guilty about staring
at my mother's pussy too long.  I started off by
rubbing Julie's pubic hair.  It was a darker brown
that the hair on her head.  Her crotch was warm and
had a strong smell of her flesh and the odor of the
fragrance of the body moisturizer and the detergent
used to wash her panties.  I ran my fingertips down
the ridge ending in her hooded clitoris, and her vagina
was open and looked like red raw meat.  For the first
time in my life I actually saw where the urethra was
located.  I started licking her cunt and I felt her
juices sliding down my throat like I was swallowing
mucus.  As she was approaching orgasm she grasped
my head and ground my face into her pussy.  She even
cried out, "You're doing a great job!"

      I feared that her mother would bust in and catch
me with my face buried in her daughter's cunt.  But
nothing happened.  In fact, when I got dressed to
return home Janice simply told me that she hoped I
would become a regular visitor.  I started visiting
Julie every day after school.  I even got permission
to sleep over some nights at Julie's house on
weekends.

      While talking to Julie and her mother it became
obvious that her father was absent, and there was no
mention of her father.  When I asked about her
father, I was told that her father was no longer
around.  The way it was said I figured I better not
ask again.

      It was at least a month later that I was planning
to head to Julie's right after school.  I went into the
girl's bathroom to remove my panties and stuff them
into my bookbag.  When I knocked on the door,
Janice invite mw in, and told me that Julie was not
home.  I was disappointed to hear that Julie was not
home, apologized and excuse myself to go home, but
Janice invited me to have dinner with her and keep
her company.  I assumed that she was lonely and
agreed to have dinner with her.

      I sat at the breakfast bar that separated the
kitchen from the dining room, while she prepared the
meal for the two of us.  We were talking about movies
and TV programs we liked, and she asked me about
school.  After dinner I helped her clean the dishes,
before she led me to the family room.  She had sweet
tea for me and she had a big glass of wine for
herself.  We were sitting on the couch facing each
other.  I don't remember what we discussed until she
asked me if she could kiss me.  I couldn't refuse her
request.  I assumed she would kiss me like my mother
kisses me, but Janice took me into her arms and
planted a kiss on my mouth that took my breath away.
I could taste and smell the wine in her mouth, and I
felt a blood rush that made me aware that she was
seducing me.

      I had noticed from the first the family
resemblance of the mother and daughter, but I had
not thought about Janice in as sexual partner, after
all she was as old as my mother, and the mother of
the girl I loved.  I had admired the size of her
breasts and assumed that Julie would have breasts as
large as her mother when became an adult.  At that
moment I surrendered to Janie's will without
question.

      Janie stood up and picked me up bodily and
started carrying me towards the bedrooms.  I
wrapped my legs around her waist as I clung to her.
She took me to her bedroom and sat me on her bed.
She told me that she had wanted to be a part of our
love making almost from the day we met.

      I sat there watching her as she removed her
dress and pull her slip over her head.  She was
wearing a support bra, because of her heavy breasts.
She took her arms out of the shoulder straps and
turned the bra around until the clasp was in front and
opened it.  She flung the bra aside.  Her heavy
breasts sagged some but were still very nice looking.
Her areolas were fairly large with dimples ringing the
inverted nipples like her daughter.  She lifted them
and rubbed the red lines under her tits made by the
tight bra, before allowing me to play with them.  I
thrilled at the feel of her worm tits and just had to
suck on one of those tits.  While I was sucking on her
tit, Janice started pulling her panties down.  She
lifted each leg one at a time to remove her panties
and discard them.  The next thing she did was to
start pulling my dress off of me.

      As I stood there in front of her as she pulled the
dress over my head.  I was already without panties
because they were in my bookbag.

      Janice gave me a big smile of approval.  She
reached out with her right hand and started stroking
my pussy.  With her other hand she pulled me close
and started kissing me.  The longer she kissed me the
more passionate the kiss became.  I was beginning to
think she was going to stick her tongue down my
throat.  When the kiss ended she lay me on my back
and she grasped her own left tit and rubber her
nipple up and down the valley of my cunt.  Then she
put that nipple in my mouth.  She tit fucked me with
both tits before she started eating my pussy and
tongue fucking my asshole.  I was making enough noise
to wake the dead.  After I eventually had probably
my second, third and fourth orgasm it was my turn to
make love to her.

      She assumed a reclining position at the head of
the bed resting on multilabel pillows like a regal
monarch.  I assumed the supplicant position between
her leg, and started paying homage to her pussy.  Her
pussy smelled a lot like her daughter's, but the smell
was stronger.  I buried my face in her hairy cunt.  I
found that she had a clitoris almost as large as the
penis on a little boy.  I sucked on it like I would have
sucked on Julie's tits.

      The whole time Janice was offering verbal
encouragement with a string of dirty words I would
have been embarrassed of to hear just a few months
before.  When she was satisfied that I had made her
cum several times she pulled me up so that I was
laying on top of her body with her breasts right at
mouth level.  I satisfied myself by sucking on her tits
and licking the perfumed cleavage while she stroked
my hair.

      I hated to have to clean up and get dressed
before going home.

      I was upset that more often Julie wouldn't be
home when I would visit, but her mother more than
made up for her absence.  At first Janice lied about
why Julie wasn't home, but eventually she admitted
that Julie was doing her best to seduce an older
woman.  I was crushed, because I thought Julie truly
loved me the way I loved her.

      My own mother suspected the true reason why I
was spending so much time at Julie's home.  She sat
me down to confront me about my sexual behavior.
She assured me that she was not reproaching me, in
fact she told me that many girls have sex with other
girls at first.  We could enjoy all of the fun of sex
without the specter of an unwanted pregnancy.

      I confessed that I was in love with Julie, but
Julie was seeing an older woman now.

      Mother hugged me and assured me that I could
find another lover if I wanted.

      I couldn't believe I could forget Julie and find
another lover.  I was moping around for weeks, even
at school.  My fifth-grade teacher observed the way
I was not interacting with the other girls during
recess.  When the last bell rang for the day and all of
my classmates made a dash for the door.  Ms.
Roberts asked me to stick around for a minute,
because she wanted to talk to me.

      I was nervous, because I thought I must have
done something wrong without knowing what I had
done, so I was apprehensive and intimidate by her.  I
remained sitting in my desk with my book bag sitting
on top of my desk, as she approached me.  She sat on
top of the desk to my left facing me.

      She started off saying, "Donna, is there
something bothering you?  I have noticed that you
have been distracted for couple of weeks."

      At first, I tried to deny that there was a
problem, but she persisted, and I broke down crying.
She leaned across the narrow isle and hugged me.
She pleaded with me to tell her what was wrong.

      I don't know what made me tell her the truth, "I
have fallen in love with an older girl, but now she is
seducing an older woman, so she is never home when I
go to her house."

      It was too late to take back.  I had virtually told
Ms. Roberts that I was in a sexual relationship with
another girl.  I started crying even harder.

      Ms. Roberts placed her hand on my shoulder,
"Donna the betrayal of anyone's first love is a very
traumatic experience, but I can assure you that you
will have many lovers before you grow up."

      I looked up at her with pleading eyes, and wiped
my eyes with the back of my hand.  I leaned across
the narrow space and kissed her on the lips.

      Ms. Roberts recoiled, "Honey, I can't get involved
with a student, because I would go to jail and lose my
job if anyone learned about it.  That is the kind of
thing that cannot go on very long before it comes
out."

      I started crying even more.  She took hold of my
shoulders and forced me to sit up straight.  "Donna I
know someone that you can talk to about your
feelings,"

      I wiped my eyes again and sniffled air through my
nose.  Ms. Roberts pulled out her cellphone from her
purse and turned it on and made a speed dial.  "Hello
Gail!  Yes, it is good to hear your voice too.  I'm
calling because I'm sitting here with one of my young
students, and she is broken hearted because her
girlfriend is cheating on her with an older woman!  I
was thinking that you would be the perfect person to
explain what her feeling are going through right now."

      "No, I can't because of the repercussions, and you
know what would happen.  Why don't you meet us in
the faculty parking lot, say thirty minutes?  Great,"
and she ended the conversation.

      Ms. Roberts said, "Donna, Gail is an old friend of
mine, and she would be the perfect person to talk to
about your feelings because she has experienced
everything any girl could when it comes to the feeling
you're feeling right now."  She handed me a laced
handkerchief to wipe my face.

      I was still very emotional and asked her about her
friend.

      Ms. Roberts told me. "I have known Gail almost all
my lift.  Gail had known she was gay at a very young
age, and she came out at a young age.  She endured
the teasing and brutality of her classmates.  Some of
the girls that were the cruelest to her, also sought
her out in private, to have her perform oral sex on
them.  As she grew up she learned to deal with the
rejection and wore her sexual preference with pride."

      When we finished talking she checked the clock
and suggested that it was about time.  I gathered up
my bookbag and we exited the classroom.  She locked
the door behind us as we made our way to the parking
lot.  The lot only had two cars in it by that time.  As
we approached the cars the door on the driver's side
of the red Honda Civic opened and a woman got out.  I
took a good look at her.

      She was probably five-foot four, her hair was
almost a page boy cut in black and brushed over her
right ear.  She was wearing tight fitting black jeans
and a white starched dress shirt with the sleeves
rolled up to the elbows.  She was wearing black high
heeled boots.  As we approached I saw a tattoo on
her neck.

      Ms. Roberts introduced us to each other.  She
suggested, "Donna I will leave you at this point.  Gail
I'm sure that you can understand her feeling, and
help her."

      Gail agreed and she opened the door for me and
went around the car and got in.  As we pulled out of
the lot Ms. Roberts turned in the opposite direction.

      I was too shy to say anything, but I watched very
carefully where she was going.  When she pulled onto
the apron of a house with the garage in the front like
every house on the block.  She parked on the apron in
front of the garage.  When we entered the house, Gal
insisted that I have a seat in the living-room while
she got us refreshments.

      I sat on the couch, and when Gal returned she
was carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher of
sweet tea along with a bowls with chips and dip.  She
sat on the couch next to me, as we sipped the tea and
dipped chips in the bowl of spicy cheese dip.  Gail
said, "Leisa Roberts and I have been friends for more
years than I care to remember.  She was kind to me
and befriended me when all of our neighbors and
classmates turned on me for being a lesbian.  Do you
want to tell me about your problem?

      I couldn't help myself and started blubbering like
a baby.  Gail wrapped an arm around me to comfort
me and assured me, "Honey, there is nothing you're
going through, I have haven't been through myself!
Why don't you tell me what happened?"

      It was strange that I felt that I could talk to her
because she didn't know any of my friends or
relatives.  There was no fear that she would tell them
whatever I told her.

      "There is a girl named Julie that lives around the
corner from me.  She is a couple of years older than
me.  She taught me how to kiss and make love to her.
I fell in love with her, and everything was great for a
few months.  Then she wouldn't be home when I would
visit her.  Her mother eventually told me that Julie
was seducing an older woman.  I felt betrayed
because I thought she loved me!"

      Gail was still clinging to me, as she assured me,
"Some girls live for the seduction!  After the
seduction they have to move on to a new conquest.  I
know it sounds cruel, but they can't help themselves.
I know that it is frightening to lean that you enjoy
sex with other girls, and realize a lot of people will
reject you for the way you feel."

      "Am I lesbian?"

      "Just because you had sex with Julie, and
developed a crush on her doesn't make you a lesbian.
That is something you have to decide for yourself,
most girls experiment with lesbian sex before they
grow up."

      I said, "I enjoyed it, and when Julie's mother told
me about what Julie was doing I had sex with her
mother for the past couple of weeks."

      Gail got very interested at that point, and wanted
me to tell her all about what I had done with Julie
and her mother.  I started off telling her about the
spin the bottle and what followed.  When I described
the way, Julie started feeling me up, Gail started
breathing hard.  I could feel her warm breath on my
cheek and ear.  Her right hand started running up and
down my arm.  I was getting turned on.

      When I got to the part when Julie's mother
started feeling me up, I went into great detail
describing the way she tit fucked me, ate my pussy
and even rimmed my ass.  I got the response from
Gail I wanted.

      Gail couldn't help herself, she started feeling me
up.  It didn't take long before we were taking each
other's clothes off.  When we were both naked I was
fascinated by Gail's body.

      Gail had tattoos on her body.  The one I had
spotted on her neck was a simple Oriental simple
representing a word unknown to me.  I had not
expected to see some colorful flowers on her left
ribcage, a portrait of a pretty dark-haired girl on her
hip, and there was a tramp stamp on the small of her
back that looked like Celtic design.  I asked about
them and Gail went into detail telling me about the
meaning of each one.

      Gail was a skilled lover and her and I became very
close.  When Julie approached me to renew our
relationship, I was cool to the suggestion.  The roles
were reversed, she was perusing me.  Even her
mother was calling me to invite me over.  I told them
that I would visit, only if I could bring my friend Gail.

      When they agreed and a date was made, I
brought Gail and enjoyed watching Gail fucking both
of them with a strap-on dildo.


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