Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2021 18:50:59 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Amy's Story (Lesbian / Beginnings, oral, anal, F/FFF) (Revised)

Beginnings, oral, anal, F/FFF

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting adult females.  If this type of content offends you
or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                          Amy's Story
                              By
                             Jan

	I grew up in the San Fernando Valley, California.  The
community was Burbank where a lot of our neighbors
worked in the movies industry or television studios.  I grew
up for the most part with the same group of kids.  They were
the support workers that bult the sets, maned the cameras
and sound equipment.  My family was every religious Irish
Catholic.  My mother was always telling me: "Amy, boys are
only interested in getting unto my panties.  You have to
protect your virginity until you are married.

	I feared boys.  When I entered high school, I was one
of the girls that was a member id the flag team.  I was
friends with the popular girls, and envied their ability to
control the guys they dated.  The head majorette had the
reputation of the prettiest girl in our class.  She dated the
most popular guy that was the quarter back of the football
team.  She was the home coming queen.  The girl I was
closeted to was the leader of the tall flags, named Dona.
She was a nice-looking brunette that was popular among the
girls.  Her boyfriend was just as popular even though he was
just a third string running back.  He was even our class
president.  The student body president was even more
popular.  They had been going study from junior high.  His
father owned a construction company that built the storm
drains with every new housing development, and repaired
them as needed.  The fact that his father was rather affluent
and politically connected his son was one of the few high
school students that drove a new car and the only student
on campus driving a red corvette.  It was inevitable that
Dona would marry him.  He would eventually become head
of his father's business.

	I dated a shy boy that I was comfortable with because
I knew that I could control him.  He was an only child that
was intimidated by girls.  We went to the after-school
dances and parties together.  When I graduated from high
school, I was accepted to attend The University of California
at Berkeley.  That was the first time I was away from home
and it was a cultural shock to me.

	I had to live in a freshman dormitory.  I shared a room
with another girl that was from the Petaluma wine country.
She was even named Denise (French for Greek God of wine).
We had three freshman prerequisite classes together, and
our dorm was only a block off campus.  I did have one class
without her because I was interested in working someday in
the entertainment industry.  She was in biology to learn how
better to produce better wine.  I had never met anyone as
hedonistic as her before.

	I had changed clothes in front of girls in high school in
gym classes and putting on uniforms for performances and
drill camps for tall flags, but it was always done in a hurry
and very little attention was paid to each other's body's.
Denise was not shy about parading around our room and
the hall totally nude.  She even openly masturbated in front
of me.  Her behavior made me nervous but I envied her
courage.

	I was bored with the 102 English and algebra classes.
But the class in human sexuality taught by a Middle Ages
phycologist was a shocking eye opener for me.  Her name
was Barbra Kowaoski an attractive full figured blonde Polish
American.  I was sure the class was to impress on freshmen
the dangers of unprotected sex.  I got the feeling that the
class had the opposite effect on a lot of the students.  I had
no idea how many social diseases there was and how many
birth control methods there were.  There was something
about the professor personality that attracted students to
her.

	She ate lunch and dinner at the student restaurant.
There was always a group of students around her as she
held court.  I was one of the students that was captivated by
her.  I liked talking to her during her office hours.  More
often than not there would be a couple of girls there with
her if I didn't make an appointment to talk to her in private.
She also had a private practice and she would tell is about
some of the cases she delt with.

	One evening she was holding court in the restaurant
with a table of seven students and she told us about a
mother she was working with because she was jealous
about her 14-year-old daughter was working as a waitress in
a lesbian bar in San Francisco.  Apparently, the girl looked
much older than her age and somehow, she was able to get
an I.D. proclaiming her to be of legal age.  The mother was
proud of how good-looking she was.  She didn't mind her
working in a lesbian bar at all.  What was disturbing her was
that she not getting to sleep with her daughter as much as
she liked.

	I found the story strangely disturbing.  I was both
repulsed by the story, and sexually stimulated by the
discussion.  There were only a few weeks left in the
semester to think about her comments.

	At the end of the semester and we finished the final
exam she invited the class to join her at a pizzeria off
campus.  I couldn't resist going.   I found that there were
about eight other students there when I got there.  She
ordered a couple of large pizzas and a couple of pitchers of
bear.  We enjoyed the food and beer for about an hour
before the party broke up and the students began to go
their own ways.  I lingered to talk to Barbara.  She insisted
that I call her Barbara.  She ordered a couple of glasses of
wine and asked me about where I was from and about my
aspirations.  It was easy to talk to her.  The subject of lesbian
sex came up and I asked her if the stories she told us at
dinner were true.  She assured me that all of her stories
were true.  She invited me to go to a book and garden party
with her tomorrow.

	The idea of going to a dull book and garden party
didn't appeal to me in the slightest, but I couldn't bring
myself to tell her that.  I felt I had to accept.  She suggested:
"You might as well accompany her home and spend the
night, and I don't want to hear you object!  You will also find
out that the garden party is not what you think.

	She insisted that I ride home with her.  It was late
when we arrived at her residence and she insisted that I
sleep with her.  She insisted that there was a new
toothbrush in the bathroom.  She told me to take my time
preparing for bed.  I did need to use the toilet to relieve
myself.  After I brushed my teeth, I came out and apologized
to her for stinking up the bathroom.  She laughed at my
embarrassment.

	I was left to my own devices while she used the
bathroom, so I roamed around the room looking at the
things and memorabilia in the room.  There were books that
she obviously felt were important.  Then I noticed that all of
the framed photographs were of women.  I was holding the
portrait of an attractive young brunette, when Barbara came
out of the bathroom.

	Barbara approached and looked at the apograph and
commented: "Mary O'Brian was a very dear friend when I
was tutoring while I was earning my Ph.D."

	"She was a very attractive girl."

	"She was a very talented girl as well."

	Barbara took the picture from my hand looked at it a
moment before putting it back on the nightstand.  She had
pulled back the bedspread and the blanket and top sheet.  I
watched as Barbara began taking off her clothes.  She hung
the dress on a hanger to air out and put her undergarments
on a dressing chair.  She was in no hurry to put on her
nightgown.  I had plenty of time to admire Barbara's body.

	I had always thought she was a pretty woman but had
not payed much attention to her figure.  She stood about
five-foot five-inches tall.  Her breasts were soft 36-C that
sagged a little.  She did have wide hips and her pubic bush
was not very full.  I was beginning to become uncomfortable
with her nudity.  I assumed that he was going to put on a
nightgown and offer me one.  Instead, she simply got into
her bed and lay there watching me.

	I wasn't sure what I should do.  I had the feeling that
she wanted to make love to me but was waiting for me to
indicate that I wanted to make love to her.  I stood there by
the bed as I took off my clothes and folded then carefully
and laid them on top of hers.  Once I was naked, I felt
venerable so I got on the bed thinking that she would cover
our bodies.  She placed a hand on my shoulder and pulled
me over onto my back and leaned over me and kissed me on
the mouth.  I recoiled from the kiss because she surprised
me.  Barbara apologized and told me: "Amy if you don't
want me to make love to you, I won't!"

	I almost panicked: "I was not rejecting you!  The kiss
just started me.  I have never had sex with anyone before.  I
have had desires before but never acted on them for fear of
rejection."

	Barbara lay on top of me and she kissed Me again.
This time she waited until my lips relaxed before she stuck
her tongue into my mouth.  I surrendered to her will.  She
stared sliding down my body when I relaxed.  She sicked on
mt tits and nipples and licked my belly on her way down to
the junction.  She took hold of her right tit and started
rubbing her nipple up and down the moist valley and when
her nipple kept bumping into my clit it was very stimulating.
I was enjoying feelings she was stimulating in me.  then she
went down on me and taught me what eating pussy was all
about.  She was noisy about sucking pussy and she shook
her head back and forth, up and down while she spit on my
pussy an licked my cunt.  She stuck two fingers in my cunt
and two fingers up my asshole and jilled me while she
sucked on my clit.  I was consumed by the way she made
love to me.  When she moved back up my body and her tits
were dangling over my face, I couldn't resist capturing her
nipple with my mouth and sucking on it like a baby.  She was
the one that deiced I had sucked her nipple enough and fed
me the other nipple.  I resisted when she pulled her tit out
of my mouth.  She held my shoulders down and sat up and
walked on her knees until her pussy was over my face.  I had
to lift my head off of the bed to lick her pussy.  The fluid
coming out of her pussy made my throat feel raw.  I sucked
and licked her pussy until she started bucking her hips back
and forth.  After she recovered from her orgasm she
returned to her place beside me and took me in her arms.

	I fell asleep smelling and feeling the warmth of her
body.  I had never felt like that before.  I slept late the next
morning.  When I woke up, I was facing her and her morning
breath was bad.  I assumed that my own breath was just as
bad.  I also felt my bladder telling me that I needed to
relieve myself.  I tried to untangle myself from Barbara's
grasp but in doing so I woke her up.

	The first thing she did was kiss me.  I quickly forgot all
about our breaths.  The only thing I couldn't ignore was my
bladder.  I had to break the kiss and tell her that I had to
pee.  Barbara released me and she got up and pulled me to
my feet.  She walked me to the bathroom.  I was
embarrassed to sit down and pee in front of her, but I had to
do it.  She stood there listening to the sound on my pee
splashing in the water of the toilet bowl.  When I finished
and wiped Barbra took my place to add her own
contribution to the bowl.  When she finished cleaning up,
we brushed our teeth.  We rook a long bath together.  We
eventually got dressed and went out for breakfast.  We even
went shopping to buy me fresh underwear and a light
summer frock.  It was a yellow floral print with transparent
overlay.  In the early afternoon Barbara drove us to a
location and parked her car in a paved lot next to several
other cars.  We walked into the entrance of a building that
looked like a Tuscany Villa.  Barbra signed in with one guest.
When we passed through the glass door in the back of the
building, I was over whelmed by the botanical park like
garden.  There was a dozen woman all dressed for a spring
garden party including wide brimmed straw hats and white
gloved.

	The hostess had a staff of a half dozen girls dressed in
white dress shirts and black tight-fitting slacks.  While we
gathered in the lobby the staff circulated filling Champlin
glasses and offering finger foods.  Barbara introduced me to
all of them but at the time I was over whelmed with the
surroundings I didn't remember their names at the time.
Before the party we were ushered into another room where
we were allowed to remove our clothes and hang them up
including the hats and gloves.  Some of the dear ladies had
been wearing corsets and were relieved and rubbed the red
marks with their hands.  Everyone instinctually rubbed their
crotches.  Then we were ushered through the class doors to
the ground behind high privacy walls.

	They served us lunch outdoors under a canopy that
shaded us from direct sunlight.  A light choice of wines.  We
were sitting around a power coated wrought iron table with
a glass top.  They were an interesting group of women.

	The tallest was the alfa female of their group.  She
was a tall woman on the slender side.  She cropped her salt
and pepper hair short for easy care.  Her breasts were small
and looked deflater.  Her hips were narrow and she had a
thick dark bush.  The woman sitting opposite of the first
woman was a brunette that had a mature figure and full
breasts to go with it.  The other women were a mixed bag of
women.  They were all comfortable with their nudity.  They
were discussing the Latest books they had read and their
gardens.

	The tall woman asked Barbara if she could take me on
a tour of the garden and the two of us left the group to
wounder along the paths.  There floral displays and a large
variety of trees.  There were plaques identifying the plants.
As we walked her hand was resting on my butt and
eventually her fingers sought out my asshole and
penetrated.  She had to bend over to kiss me.  Her small
breasts dangled as we kissed and I took hold of them and
felt them.  She eventually led me to a park bench along the
path and we sat down with me to her left so that she could
feel me up with her right hand while we kissed.  When other
couples approached us, they exchanged greetings and talked
to each other casually.  It was as if watching the woman
masturbating me was a natural thing to do while talking to a
friend.

	When we returned to the table another woman
wanted to show me another part of the garden.  We would
up on grassy hillside and we ley there on the cool grass.  She
was soon between my legs sucking my pussy.  I took walks
with all of the women and enjoyed them all.  When the
party was over and we got dressed I was given business
cards by all then and asked to come to visit them in the
future.

	When I returned to the dorm my roommate wanted
to know where I had been all weekend.  I flippantly told her:
"I had spent the weekend with professor Kowaoski.  Barbara
had opened my eyes to the joys of sex with women."

	Denise got very excited and insisted that I tell her
everything.  I even showed her the collection of business
cards.  She asked if I was going to call them, and I assured
her that I already had a date with the tallest one this
weekend.  All of the talk about sex had both of us aroused
and we spent most of the night making love to each other.
It was fortunate that my first class wasn't until after lunch.


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