Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2002 15:51:26 -0600
From: Every Picture <everypic@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sweet Sixteen (lesbian, high school, romance)

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SWEET SIXTEEN - a lesbian romance (ff, high school, romance)


Stephanie came out in the second term of Grade 11. Mrs. Dunn, the English
teacher, was handing back essays she had marked. Stephanie had obviously not
done well.
"A poor effort, Miss Welling," she said, addressing Stephanie formally, as
she did with all the students. "Perhaps you should spend more time on your
studies, and less time on your boyfriend and clothes"
We all knew that Mrs. Dunn was old-fashioned, and her stereotypic view of
teenage girls surprised no one, but Stephanie's answer left her speechless.
"I don't care about clothes, Mrs. Dunn," she said, "and I don't have a
boyfriend as I'm a lesbian"
The room went silent, until a somewhat red Mrs. Dunn, continued handing out
the papers, without mentioning what Stephanie had just said.

I don't think that anyone in the class had known of Stephanie's sexual
orientation, but no one was really surprised that she had come out with it
as she did - Stephanie was always one who spoke her mind, and didn't seem to
care what people thought. Over the next few days, it was interesting to see
how everyone reacted. Some of the boys distanced themselves from her, and
could be heard to make crude jokes when Stephanie was not within earshot.
The "cool" girls  -  the ones with a different boyfriend each week, the
smokers - also distanced themselves, not really knowing how to react. Much
of the class didn't treat her any differently. One girl, Amy, seemed to want
to talk to Stephanie about what she'd said, and it was apparent to an
observer like me, that from the way Amy looked at Stephanie, she was a
little excited by the revelation. As for me, Janet, well I had no opinion.
Who would listen, anyway? I was the shy, nerdy girl, who always had her head
in a book. Too short, too young (I was still 16, having skipped grade 3,
while the others in my class were already 17),  glasses that made me look
like a librarian, split ends on my shoulder-length black hair, small
breasts, and chunky ankles, that made me never want to wear a dress or
skirt.

Stephanie and I were not friends. I mean, we'd say "Hi", but we had never
had a long conversation. Her main friends were Angela and Jon, who didn't
seem to know before that Stephanie liked girls, but didn't seem to care
either. Stephanie was not pretty, but she had a nice face, with dark brown
hair cut round at forehead length, a slightly too-long nose, and a small
chin, that made her mouth prominent on her face.

I don't think anything would have happened if I hadn't had my head in a
book, as I rounded the corner in the main corridor one day, and walked
straight into Stephanie. The book flew out of my hand, and I fell to the
floor, slightly dazed.
"Are you okay?" Stephanie said, her extra height having ensured that she
wasn't hurt herself.
"Yes, I think so," I replied. "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn't have
been reading"
"It must be a good book," Stephanie said, as she retrieved my copy of 'The
Sun Also Rises'
"It is, " I said, "it was a bit annoying at the start, but now I can't put
it down."
"Do you think I could borrow it when you're done?" Stephanie asked. "I know
I should read more, but I never know what to read"
"Sure," I said, "It will only take me a couple of days to finish it. I read
fast"
"Great," she said, and we parted.

The weekend intervened, but on Monday, being already 200 pages into my next
book, I passed the Hemingway on to Stephanie. To my surprise, the next
Monday she returned it.
"That was fantastic," she said. "especially after they all go to Spain. You
know, if I read more, I'd probably be better at English."
"Yes," I agreed, "the more you read, the more things like grammar will get
easier"
"I think I'm too far behind with the basics to catch up there," Stephanie
said.
"It's not that hard if you remember a few rules," I said. "Would you like me
to help you with it?"
"Oh yes, that would be wonderful," Stephanie said. "And perhaps you could
loan me another book"

The one consolation you have, when you are the class nerd, is when people
need your help, and I had a bit of the teaching instinct in me. So it really
was a pleasure for me to stay after school a couple of days a week, and sit
in the library explaining things to Stephanie. We soon moved from English to
Math, Physics and other subjects, and once a week or so, I would bring
another book from my parents extensive collection for her to read. Of
course, our new friendship didn't escape notice at school, and Andrew's
whispered "Has she got into your panties yet?" earned him my most scornful
look.

Spring Break was approaching. Stephanie surprised everyone by getting an 86
in our last Math exam, and she couldn't thank me enough.
"Please come for supper one day, I'd like my parents to meet you," she said.
I thought nothing would come of it, but three days into Spring Break, she
phoned and invited me for that evening.. Her parents were very pleasant, and
told me how nice it was for them that Stephanie had become friends with such
a bright girl. I replied modestly, but deep inside was pleased. After dinner
Stephanie showed me her room - a typical girl's room, except for the large
poster of Gwynneth Paltrow over her bed. She noticed me looking at it.
"A girl's allowed to dream, isn't she?" she said. I just grinned, not
knowing what to say.
By the end of the evening, we'd arranged to go to the movies the next
evening. Stephanie said she'd ask Angela and Jon, who were now a couple, to
come along. It was a really nice evening. The movie was good, and I enjoyed
the talking and gossiping in the coffee shop afterwards. Jon and Angela left
us their, and Stephanie and I sat for another half-hour chatting. Then she
drove me home.
"I'm almost finished 'Chrome Yellow'", she said. "Could I stop round
tomorrow and get another book?"
"Okay, I'll be home in the afternoon," I said.

My mother was at home when Stephanie arrived the next day. She knew all
about her from me, except for the lesbian thing. Stephanie was totally
bowled over by the number of books we had. She looked through them, picking
up ones that seemed interesting, and asking me what I thought of them.
Eventually, she settled for two books.
"This will keep me going for a little while," she said. Then she turned to
me. "Janet, is there somewhere private we can talk?"
"Sure," I said, feeling curious, "we can go up to my room"
When we got there, she looked around at yet more books, and then became more
serious.
"Janet, you know that I am into girls, rather than boys, don't you."
I nodded.
"Well, how shall I put this....I've got the most enormous crush on you, and
I wondered if you'd go out with me, you know, on a date"
I looked down, as my heart pounded in my chest.
"I don't know what to say," I mumbled.
"How about 'yes'?" she said, forcing a grin from me. She continued. "Janet,
I think you are the loveliest and coolest girl I've ever met"
"Cool? Me?" I said.
"Yes, Janet. I think it's very cool that you're so bright, and that you
read, and that you like to help others. And I could look at you all day. I
find you adorable."
No one had ever said things like that to me before. I'd never thought that
someone could be attracted to me in that way. It wasn't part of how I saw
myself. Neither was dating a girl.
"I don't know, Stephanie," I said. "I do like you, very much, but I'm not
sure if I can like you that way."
"You won't know till you try. Please, Janet. You don't know how hard it's
been for me to say this to you."
"Can I think about it?" I asked.
"You could, but I'll be miserable until I hear from you. Please... just one
date. Let me take you out for dinner. There's a really nice French
restaurant I know. Please let me take you there as my girlfriend, even if
it's only one time."
As her girlfriend. It sounded strange. But I felt myself unable to refuse
her request, and make her so unhappy. I'd never been on a date before. I'd
made out once with a boy at a party - just kissing - but he hadn't asked me
out.
"I'm not sure about this, Stephanie," I said, but she could sense the
wavering in my voice, and pressed her case.
"Janet, I think of you day and night. I know this could work."
"I don't know how you are so confident," I said.
"Because we're good together. We're relaxed around each other, we like each
other. I've never been so happy as when I'm with you. Don't you feel the
same way a little bit?"
I had to confess that I felt as if I'd come out of a rut since we became
friends. I'd been too much in my own shell before that.
"I suppose, thinking about it, becoming friends with you has been good for
me," I said.
"So is that a 'yes'?" she asked.
I had to smile at her persistence. "I guess so. When did you want to do
this?"
"I already have reservations for Friday at 7:30," she grinned. "I'll pick
you up at 7:00"
"How did you know I'd say 'yes'?" I asked.
"I didn't," she said. "I just hoped."
"Well, I might regret this, but see you Friday," I said.
"You won't regret it. I promise," she replied. "Oh, and don't call me. I
won't be answering my phone. I don't want to give you a chance to change
your mind!"

Friday was only two days away. I'm only going out for supper, I said to
myself, but I couldn't fool myself. I had agreed that this would be a date,
and, well, I just wanted to look nice for it. I found myself pondering what
to wear, and even went to the hairdresser - not my favorite place - on
Friday morning. She arrived at seven, and after a quick chat to my Mum, we
left.
"You look lovely," she said as we walked to her car. She opened my door and
saw me in. I liked that - no one ever did that for me.
The restaurant was very good. We had a great meal, and shared a half-bottle
of wine. We talked about everything and nothing. She insisted on paying.
"After all, I did ask you out," she said. We sipped our coffee, and then she
said, "How about we walk off the meal?"
"Okay," I said, and we left.
She drove to the large park. It was getting dark, and there were a few
people still sitting around, finishing picnics, or just walking. We walked
and talked, and I felt so relaxed. Stephanie was so easy to get along with,
and I liked the way she was so interested and enthusiastic about everything.
We had wandered away from the busy area, when she took my hand. I was
startled, but remembered that we were there as girlfriends, at least for
today, and it did feel quite nice. So we walked hand in hand. I kept looking
around, but there was nobody in sight, so I relaxed, and enjoyed the touch
of her palm on mine. It didn't feel sexual, just friendly. We came to a
small bridge across a stream, and leaned over, watching the water. Stephanie
had let go of my hand, but slipped an arm around my waist. I felt my heart
starting to pound in my chest.
"I love the sound of flowing water," she said.
"Me too." I replied.
I felt her move, and looked up at her. Her head was close, as she moved in
to kiss me. I felt dizzy and panicky, and pulled away, running to the other
side of the bridge. I was gasping for air, but slowly regained my composure.
When I turned around, she was close by.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"No, I'm sorry," I replied. "I just don't think I'm ready yet"
"I'll wait for you, Janet," she said, "as long as it takes"

We walked back through the park to her car. I felt bad for having upset her.
I took her hand, and she gave me a smile that mixed warmth with relief, and
she squeezed my hand tight. We drove back to my place.
"Thank you so much," I said, as we sat in the car outside my house. "I
really had a good time"
"So did I," Stephanie replied.
"I mean it, " I said. "I really like being with you. I'm just not sure, you
know, about the other..." I hesitated, the continued. "But I would like to
do this again. I mean, go on a date with you. If you want to."
"Of course I want to," Stephanie said. "I'm going shopping for clothes
tomorrow. Would you come with me?"
"Sounds great," I said. "I'll come over to your place in the afternoon."

So we spent the next afternoon shopping. At least, Stephanie shopped, and I
watched her. I began noticing things about her that I'd never paid attention
to before. How shiny her hair was, how her eyes twinkled as she smiled, how
her lower lip would contract slightly as she was thinking about something.
We got back to her place, and sat in her room. I wasn't sure if going
shopping with her had counted as a date.
"Thanks, Janet," she said. "I wouldn't have bought that blue sweater if you
hadn't been there."
"I don't know why," I replied," it looks fabulous on you."
"Look, I know you need time," she said, seriously, "but I'm going to go
crazy if I can't at least hug you."
I thought for a moment, and then said "A hug sounds nice."
We stood up, and she put her arms around me. I rested my head on her
shoulder. It felt nice, especially when her hand began to stroke my hair. A
thousand thoughts went through my head. It was nice to be held by someone
who cared for me, someone who I was feeling more for each day. And yet, I
knew that I liked boys. I'd had a real crush on Paul, a guy in the year
above mine, although I doubt if he knew I existed. Was I sexually attracted
to Stephanie? A week ago, I would have said no, but now I just didn't know.
There was something exciting about holding her hand in the park, or being in
her arms now.

She wanted to see me again the next day, but I said no. I didn't want my
parents asking awkward questions. Stephanie told me that her parents knew
she was a lesbian, and assumed I was her girlfriend. We met up again on the
Tuesday afternoon, having spoken on the phone in the intervening days. We
decided to go to a movie. Stephanie told me to choose one, and I picked an
Italian romantic comedy.
"I hope you don't mind subtitles," I said.
She said it was fine. We met outside the movie theatre, and went in. This
time I insisted on paying. There weren't many people at the matinee showing.
Stephanie led us to seats near the back, on one side. As soon as the lights
were dimmed, she took my hand. Our hands were soon sweaty, but it felt nice
as she intertwined her fingers with mine. About a half-hour into the movie,
she suddenly lifted my hand to her face, and began kissing the back of my
hand. Her lips were soft as they lightly brushed over the skin, then I felt
her tongue, warm and wet, join in. I found it hard to concentrate on the
movie, as my mind kept following the path of her mouth on my hand. This path
led to my fingers, and I gasped as she took my middle finger into her mouth.
The tip of my finger was pressed against her tongue, and a wave of arousal
shot through me. If we hadn't been in a public place, I don't know if I
would have stopped her, but I was still too nervous about the whole physical
side, and I pulled my hand away.
"Sorry," she whispered, "are you mad at me?"
"No, "I whispered back, "that felt really nice. Too nice. I just can't do
that sort of thing here."
She seemed happy with that reply, and contented herself with holding my hand
for the rest of the movie.
She drove me home. "Can I come in for a hug?" she asked. I nodded agreement.
In my room, we held each other, but she didn't try anything more than that.
Stephanie was going away with her parents for four days, and we arranged to
meet on Sunday afternoon, the day before school began again. There was an
exhibition I wanted to see at the Art Gallery. She had never been to a
Gallery before.
"You're showing me a world - books and art - that I never knew before," she
said, and I guess she was right.

I had four days to think about things. There was nobody that I could speak
to, to ask advice. Just me and my diary, where I made long entries. I had
already told her that I didn't want anyone at school to know what had
happened. But what if someone did find out? What if someone saw us together?
What if my parents began to suspect? But was there really anything to find
out? Was there anything beyond friendship? The holding hands, and even the
hugs, could be signs of friendship. Her kissing my hand was more overtly
sexual, but I had put a stop to that. I could back out now, and say there
had never been any kind of romantic relationship. Was that what I wanted? I
didn't know. But there was also another thing causing me to worry. What if
she tired of me? What if she got fed up with my pushing her away, and just
decided it was too much effort to woo me? What if she stopped  looking at me
with desire in her eyes, a look I'd never seen in anyone else's eyes before?
This, in those next few days, became my greatest fear.

The afternoon at the Art Gallery was wonderful. I explained to her what we
were looking at, and she soaked it all up. They had a tea shop there, where
we sat after viewing the exhibition.
"Janet, will you help me with school work again?"  Stephanie asked.
"Of course I will," I replied.
"Could we go to my house, instead of staying at school, for it?" she
continued.
"Okay, I think I'd also prefer that." I said. "But perhaps it's best we
don't leave together."
It was arranged that I would spend an hour with her three times a week. I
could tell my parents that I was tutoring someone at school.
We went back to my house, and sat in my room. My parents were out, but were
returning for supper. They had already been through the 'you've got school
tomorrow' routine. I thought it best that Stephanie left before they got
home, but we still had a little while. We held hands and talked, both of us
a little subdued at the thought of returning to school the next day.
"I wish we could have Spring Break over again," Stephanie said.
"Me too, " I said. "I really think that these have been the best two weeks
of my life."
"For me too," she said quietly.
There was a silence for a minute, and we looked at each other.
"I missed you terribly while you were gone," I said.
A wave of emotion came over me. I pulled her to me, and held her. Her arms
wrapped around me and we hugged, closer than we had before, our cheeks
pressing together. I pulled back a little. Our faces were close together.
She instinctively turned her face slightly, moving closer, but then stopped.
I saw the longing in her eyes, and felt my own need.
"It's okay, Stephanie," I whispered. "Just do it before my courage fails
me."
She pressed her lips gently against mine. They were soft and warm, and she
smelled so good. She must have been scared that I would back out again, for
she broke the kiss after about 5 seconds.
I stood up, feeling myself flush. I didn't know what to say. I had
previously wondered if I would find it disgusting if it happened, but it had
been gentle and loving.
"I guess you'd better get going," I said softly.
Stephanie stood up. "Okay," she said, "but can I kiss you once more before I
go? Otherwise I'll think I only dreamed it."
I nodded my agreement, and she moved over to me. I turned my face up to meet
her mouth. The kiss was more moist than the first one, still soft, but more
arousing. It lasted longer also, perhaps fifteen seconds.
We said hurried goodbyes, and she left.

I was alone with my thoughts until my parents got home. I looked in the
mirror. Still the same Janet there. But there was no pretending that it was
just friendship now. A girl had announced in class that she was a lesbian,
and a month later, I had let her kiss me. Stephanie had asked me out, wanted
me to be her girlfriend - well now I was. And I knew that she had not forced
the kiss on me. At that moment, I had wanted it, needed it. I could still
feel the taste of her on my lips. I knew that I was traveling into the
unknown, unsure of where this was leading, and how far down this road I
really wanted to go.

School felt different. I wasn't quite the same nerdy girl as I was before
Easter. I felt more relaxed, except when I thought of being found out.
Stephanie and I more or less avoided each other, afraid that someone would
read the looks between us. We didn't share all classes, which made it
easier. Most of the teachers were easy on us, on the first day back, but the
Math teacher gave us homework.
After school, I went, as arranged, to Stephanie's house. She had got there
first. Her Mum greeted me with a twinkle in her eye. "Steph's up in her
room," she said.
Stephanie greeted me with a hug, and planted a kiss on my lips.
"We have to do the Math," I said. "I only have an hour, but maybe we can
finish it sooner."
I was determined that she should do her own homework, with my help, but we
still finished in 40 minutes.
We put our books away. Stephanie sat on her bed.
"Thank you," she said. "Now come and sit here."
I sat next to her on the bed.
"Now take off your glasses," she said.
"But I can't see much without them," I protested.
"You don't need to see, just to feel. Anyway, you're so much prettier
without them."
There was no arguing with her. I took my glasses off. Her face became a
blur. I felt her hand touch my cheek, and then her nose was rubbing against
mine.
I giggled. "That feels nice," I said.
She didn't reply, but began kissing my cheek, her soft lips exploring my
face, then using her tongue. It felt incredible, so sensual! I lifted my
face as her kisses moved to my neck, and she drove me wild as her tongue
made circles on my neck.
"Oh Stephanie," I moaned. I felt her lips move up on to my chin, and then I
was pulling her head up so that we could kiss. It was a real open-mouthed
kiss, wet lips on wet lips, and my brain was flooded with the most
pleasurable sensations. I loved the taste of her mouth on mine. She kissed
me for what seemed like forever, sometimes leaving my mouth to kiss my ears,
eyes or neck, but mostly on the mouth, which I liked the best.
"Wow!" I said, when we eventually broke. "I wish I didn't have to go."
"Me too," she said, "but we've got Wednesday to look forward to."

And so we got into a pattern, of meeting three times a week after school at
her house, doing schoolwork, and then kissing. On our third meeting, and
just when I thought that her kisses were the most exciting thing possible,
she introduced me to French-kissing. We were in the middle of a very long
open-mouth kiss, when I felt her tongue licking my lips. It was unexpected,
but felt too nice to resist. So I left my mouth open, and felt her tongue
enter it, and I was in seventh heaven. My own tongue met hers, and we played
cat-and-mouse in my mouth Then she withdrew her tongue, and it seemed
natural to follow it into her own mouth. I extended my tongue as far as it
would go, and just licked at whatever it touched. I felt Stephanie hold me
tighter, and then she released me and stood up.
"I can't take any more of this, Janet. you've got me so hot!"
"I don't know what happened to me," I said. "I've never done that before."
"Well please never stop doing it!" she said.

I was getting more and more drawn into my relationship with Stephanie. On
the days that we met, which were three days after school plus either
Saturday or Sunday, we always ended up making out, and on the other days, we
spoke for hours on the phone. I looked for us to do fun things on the
weekend - movies, theatre, concerts, exhibitions. She took to it all like a
duck to water. We would usually end up at my house, sometimes spending a
couple of hours in my room, most of which time was spent in heavy
making-out. I suppose that it was inevitable that my mother would notice.
"You and Stephanie are spending a lot of time together, aren't you," she
said to me one day when we were alone.
"Yes, we're good friends," I said defensively.
"Well," my mother said, "I just don't want to see you hurt, that's all."
"Don't be silly, Mum," I said, but I knew that she knew.
I still didn't consider myself a lesbian. I still found boys attractive,
although I never thought much about them. But Stephanie dominated my life
now, and I had to fight not to daydream about her during class. I had read
in books about passion, and about the power of sex, but had never understood
it before now.

About three weeks into the new term, we had no homework one day. We had a
full hour together in Stephanie's room. We talked over our day for a few
minutes, and then sat on the bed and kissed. As usual, it didn't take long
until we were deep into french-kisses, our tongues intertwining, our faces
wet with each other's kisses. Her hands were on my waist, but I suddenly
felt one of them move up to my breast. I reached up with my hand and moved
hers away. I wasn't sure that I was ready for this. Kissing was one thing,
but touching was another. We began kissing again, and I soon felt her hand
on my breast again. Once more, I removed it.
"Stephanie!" I scolded.
"Oh come on, Janet, " she said. "You have a nice body, don't be shy with
it."
"I have very small breasts, I can't think why you want to feel them," I
said.
"Because they're yours, and anyway, I think small is cute," Stephanie said.
"Just keep your hands to yourself" was my reply, but I was smiling as I said
it.
And, of course, she didn't keep them to herself. They were soon on my
breasts again, and after another couple of bouts, I had to laugh.
"You're quite persistent, aren't you," I said. She just grinned.
She began licking my ear, knowing how I enjoyed it, and then we were
lip-locked again. Her hand moved to my breast, and I left it there. After
all, there were protected by my bra and shirt. She cupped the breast,
pressing the palm of her hand against the whole breast, then her finger tips
moved over the nipple. I hadn't realized how erect my nipples had become.
Even through my clothes, her fingers felt good, and new sensations,
different from the kisses, spread through me. Then her hand moved to my
other breast, and I didn't resist. Soon, both of my nipples were fully erect
from the feel of her hands. All this time, our lips were pressed together,
our tongues in and out of each other's mouths. We made out like this until
it was time to go.

One thing I found out about Stephanie, once you let her do something, there
was no turning back. The next time we were together, two days later, her
hands were at my breasts almost as soon as we started kissing. And the next
time, on the Sunday afternoon, after a movie. I loved going to movies with
Stephanie, as I loved holding her hand through them. It made up for the
frustration of not being able to be with her at school. And I liked spending
time together, going out, but still having time for our hot kissing sessions
when we got back. I had got quite used to the idea of kissing a girl by now,
because it felt so good, and because it was Stephanie.

I should have guessed that Stephanie would not be satisfied with feeling me
through clothes. It was later that week, after school, and we were into some
heavy kissing. I was kissing her neck, enjoying the feel of her soft skin
under my tongue, when I felt her hand slip under my sweater. Her hand was
warm on the skin of my tummy. Then her hand moved up. I lifted my head up
from her neck, but her other hand, which was around my neck, pulled my tight
into a kiss, and I couldn't stop her from reaching my bra. Only the thin
material separated her finger from my nipple. Too late, I pulled at her
hand, but she held tight.
I broke the kiss. "Stephanie, " I said, "I don't know about this."
"I do," she replied. "I want to, Janet. I get so excited by you."
"I love kissing you, Stephanie," I said, "but I don't know if I'm ready for
this."
"You keep saying that, but when we do it, you enjoy it," Stephanie replied.
"I guess you're right," I grinned. "You shouldn't have dated a shy,
inexperienced girl"
"I'm dating the most wonderful girl in the world," she said, and kissed me,
softly, tenderly. Her lips barely touched mine, but it was so erotic. Her
hand went inside my sweater again, and over my breasts. She touched them
like she was kissing me, gently, slowly, sensuously. The her finger slipped
under the top of the bra and down, so that the back of the finger was
actually touching my nipple. I gasped with surprise and pleasure. She licked
at my cheek. I felt her other hand on my back, and then both of her hands
were fumbling with my bra strap.
"Please don't say no, Janet," she whispered.
"I don't know what you want with my small breasts," I said, as she unhooked
my bra.
"I want to see them," she said. "I want to see if they are as cute as I
think they are."
My bra was unhooked, and Stephanie's hand had soon pushed it up, allowing
her to feel me under my sweater. Her hand explored my small mounds. It was
very exciting. No one had ever touched my breasts before, and seeing the
look on lust on her face as she touched me excited me more. In my wildest
dreams, two months before, I would never have imagined having a girl feel me
up. Then she was tugging at my sweater, lifting it. Trembling, I lifted my
arms, and the sweater and bra came off.
"Oh my God, Janet, you're beautiful!" Stephanie exclaimed. I didn't know how
she could think that, but I felt wonderful to hear her say it.
Her hand roamed my chest, feeling the ribcage, tracing the small curves of
my breasts, teasing the nipples.
"Is this what they call getting to first base?" I asked.
She grinned. "Almost," she said. "But to really get to first base, you have
to do this."
She bent down and began kissing my breasts.
"Oh, Stephanie," I moaned, as she sucked a nipple into her mouth. But then I
noticed the clock in her room.
"Stephanie, it's six o'clock! I have to go!" I said, and quickly got
dressed.

That weekend, we met on both days. As before, Stephanie was quick not to
lose ground, and it didn't take long after we began kissing for me to be
naked to the waist in front of her. We had always sat on her bed, but now
she pushed me down so that I was lying on my back, as she devoured my
breasts. I was in heaven. My nipples had never been so large. They were
pushed out in front of my breasts, as if straining to get deeper into her
mouth.
"Oh, Stephanie, that feels SO nice," I purred.
"I know," she said, "it would be nice for me too."
I looked at her. She slowly began to unbutton her blouse.
"No," I said, "let me do that."
I took over, unbuttoning her, barely believing what I was doing. She slipped
the blouse off, and turned her back to me. I unhooked her bra, and she took
it off. Still with her back to me, she took my arms and pulled me to her. My
breasts pressed against her naked back. She took my hands, and brought them
round so that they were cupping her breasts. Stephanie's breasts were larger
than mine, and firmer, and touching them was the sexiest thing I'd ever
done. I felt her nipples grow in size as she became more aroused. She turned
her head around, and our lips met in the most passionate kiss. Her eyes had
a glazed look to them, I noticed, just before I closed my eyes. As my tongue
entered her mouth, my fingers rubbed side to side across her nipples, like
she'd done to me. I felt her stiffen, and broke the kiss to shower her neck
with wet licks. Her mouth now free, she let out a sigh of excitement, then
lay down on her back and pulled me to her. I got my first look at her
breasts - at any breasts other than my own. I wanted to please her, to feel
her arousal. It seemed so natural to do - to take a nipple into my mouth. I
was surprised by it's taste, like when you sucked your own fingers. I licked
at the nipple in my mouth, and felt Stephanie pull my head harder to her
chest. Responding to her growing passion, I sucked at nibbled at her breast,
then moved to taste the other one, which was just as delicious, and I lost
myself in the mounds of her womanhood. I felt seduced by her voluptuous
body. This journey into the forbidden unknown had brought me nothing but
joy. I had no regrets.

It was Monday evening. I had just spent 45 minutes on the phone to
Stephanie, helping her with some school work (so we'd have more time the
next day), and discussing a book I'd lent her. I came downstairs. Dad was
working late, and Mum was putting away the dishes.
"It's lovely to see how you've changed these last months," Mum said.
"Have I?" I asked.
"Come and sit down, I want to talk."
We sat at the kitchen table.
"Are you really happy with her?" Mum asked.
I blushed. "With who?"
"With Stephanie"
"What do you mean?" I protested.
"Look, I wasn't born yesterday," Mum said. "I see how happy you are when you
see her. I've seen the way she looks at you."
I looked down, not knowing what to say.
Mum continued. "When I was at college, there was a girl there, who liked me.
She wrote me letters, wanted me to go out with her."
"And did you?" I asked.
"No. I had a boyfriend. I just wasn't into girls." She hesitated, then
continued. "You didn't say no to Stephanie, did you."
I shook my head.
"How involved are you?" she asked. "Have you gone to bed with her?"
"No. I mean, we've messed around a lot, but not that."
"Do you love her?" she asked.
I hadn't really thought about it, but now the answer seemed obvious. I
nodded.
"Have you told her?" Mum asked
"No. We haven't really talked about our feelings."
"I think you'd make her happy if you did," Mum said.
"Does Dad know?" I asked.
"No, he doesn't notice things like I do." She continued. "Look, you know
we're going to the coast for the long weekend in two weeks time. If you
like, Stephanie can come along. I mean, we have to get a room for you at the
hotel anyway, so it would cost any more if she shared your room."
"Thanks Mum," I said. "Can I think about it?"
"Of course. I like her, Janet. I think she's been good for you."

I went up to my room. I couldn't believe Mum's reaction. Not only was she
not upset, but she was pushing me into Stephanie's arms. Did she regret not
going with that girl years ago? I had lots to think about. Should I tell
Stephanie of my feelings? What did she feel for me? Did she really care for
me, or was Andrew right - was she just trying to get into my panties. And
was I ready to share a hotel room with her, which would mean sharing a bed?
I knew now that there was nothing to really stop me from giving in to the
desires that Stephanie had ignited in me. I was very attracted to her,
emotionally and physically. I could not imagine being with anyone but her. I
noticed more and more about her body that I liked. Even her longish nose
excited me - I loved the way it tickled, announcing the approach of her
mouth. But had I really become a lesbian? Could you become one, if you
weren't born that way? I didn't know the answers. I just knew that Stephanie
was the best thing that ever happened to me. And I had started to look a
girls differently. One girl in my Bio class had the largest lips I'd seen,
and I'd caught myself wondering what it would feel like to kiss her. There
was no question, I had changed in the last couple of months.

I couldn't wait until the next day, although I was not sure what it would
bring. I had made my decision during the night about what to do, about what
I wanted to happen, but it didn't just depend on me. The school day seemed
very long. Stephanie and I had become very adept at ignoring each other
there. I arrived at her house after school, and found her alone. Luckily, we
finished our school work in less than 20 minutes. I took off my glasses.
Stephanie was already sitting on the bed. Usually, I would sit next to her,
we would start kissing, remove each other's shirts, then lie back, with our
legs still on the floor, and suck each other's breasts. But today would be
different.
"Stephanie," I began, "could we lie down on the bed?"
"Of course," she said enthusiastically.
She kicked off her shoes, and moved fully onto the bed. I joined her, and we
lay side by side. She leaned over and kissed me. We shared a nice warm slow
kiss. Her tongue came out and touched my lips, but I broke the kiss. I
looked at her, exploring her face with my eyes. I stroked her cheek and
hair.
"What is it, Janet?" she asked softly.
"Stephanie, we never talk about our feelings do we?" I said. "Well I want to
talk about mine now."
She lay there, concentrating on my words. I plucked up the courage and
continued. "I just want you to know that you are the sunshine that has
brightened my life, made me complete. You are in my thoughts and in my heart
day and night. I couldn't imagine ever spending a day without you in my
life. I love you, Stephanie. I'm madly and passionately in love with you."
Her face lit up in a way I'll never forget. Her arms came around me and she
squeezed me tight.
"Oh Janet," she cried, "I love you so much, you have no idea! I can't
believe that you love me too. I've wanted to tell you - since the day that
you wouldn't kiss me, on the bridge. I knew then that I was in love with
you."
"Why didn't you say something?" I asked.
"I didn't want to scare you away," she explained. "I wasn't sure if you
could fall in love with a girl."
"I love you," I said softly. "I want to be with you forever."
"I love you too," she replied. "and 'forever' sounds wonderful to me."
I leaned over her and kissed her. Her mouth was warm and welcoming, and my
tongue entered what had become it's second home. Our passion had been
heightened by our declaration of love, and my head was swirling with desire
for her. She reached out to my breasts, but I pushed her down on her back.
My tongue was down her throat, when I slid a hand down between her legs. I
felt the dampness through her pants. She shoved her hips against my hand,
and her tongue went berserk against mine in her mouth. Then I felt her hand
between my legs, and I exploded with pleasure. Furiously french-kissing, we
rubbed each other's crotches, giving and taking pleasure at the same time,
turning our love for each other into it's natural physical expression. We
were both wearing jeans. I felt Stephanie fumbling at her belt, and soon she
had opened the front of her pants. She was gasping and crying out my name,
and I was licking at her ear, forcing my tongue deep inside. She grabbed my
hand, and pushed it down inside her jeans. My fingers slid over her panties,
and I felt the heat of her arousal. Through the thin material, my fingers
rubbed up and down. I felt them become soaked in her juices. She was going
wild, thrashing about, squeezing me, until she pulled my mouth to hers, and
with her tongue deep in my mouth, I felt the spasms of her climax, first on
my fingers, then over her whole body. We held each other, kissing more
gently as she came down from her orgasm. When she looked at me, there were
tears in her eyes. She kissed me softly, and whispered her thanks, telling
me how much she loved me.
"I want to make love to you," she said.
"So do I," I said, and I told her what my Mum had said.
"Janet, that's fantastic!" Stephanie said. "Three night alone with you? I
can't believe it!"
"Neither can I," I said. "I hope your parents will be okay with it."
"No problem," she said. "They like you."
"I've been thinking," I said. "I want it to be special, you know, our first
time. I thought that as it's only another 2 weeks, maybe we shouldn't be
together until then."
"But I want to be with you all the time," Stephanie said.
"And I do too, but I think it would be good for us. A test of our love. And
it will make us that much more ready to spend a night together."
She reluctantly agreed. We would do our schoolwork at school, and would go
out at the weekend, but not back to our rooms.

Perhaps I still needed time to think. Did I want to choose this lifestyle? I
loved kids. Would I never have any of my own? For how long could we keep it
a secret? Was I ready to lose my virginity to a girl? If I had moments of
doubt, they were infrequent, and melted away the next time I saw Stephanie.
I loved her, that I knew, and I was excited by her body, by her kisses and
touches. And all hesitation was swept away when I came home from the
hairdresser on Saturday afternoon. Stephanie was coming over, and we were
going out for coffee. She was already there when I got home, and I found Mum
flirting with her in the kitchen! They were sitting at the table, laughing,
and Mum was touching her arm with her fingers as she talked.
"Hi Stephanie," I said, brushing her lips with mine. "Shall we go?"
Stephanie went to put her jacket on.
"Mum!" I said, turning to her.
"Don't worry," Mum said, "but she is cute."
"She my girlfriend, Mum," I said. "Get your own!"
"I might just do that..." Mum said as she winked at me.

It was a hard two weeks, but the day came for our trip to the coast. We left
on Friday after school. Dad drove, with Mum next to him, and Stephanie and I
in the back. Stephanie looked lovely, to me at least. We held hands in a way
that Dad couldn't see in his mirror, and after a little over two hours, we
arrived. We checked into the hotel. Stephanie and my room was a little down
the hallway from my parents'. There were two queen size beds in the room.
"Which one do you want?" Stephanie asked.
"This one," I said, pointing to the closer one.
"OK," she said, "I'll have it too!"
We hugged each other, but I still wouldn't let her kiss me. We showered,
separately, then we had to join my parents for supper. We found a restaurant
overlooking the sea. The sun was shining. the day was perfect. How would the
night be? We walked along the shore after supper, and then Mum said she was
tired, and was ready for bed, although it was only 9 o'clock. We all went up
together in the elevator, and said our good nights at the door to my
parents' room. As we turned to go, my Mum looked at me with pure envy.

The room, our bedroom, was warm and inviting. In the bathroom, I looked at
myself in the mirror. I wished that I was taller and prettier. I brushed my
teeth and washed my face with the nice-smelling soap of the hotel. I tried
to control my nerves, my mood swinging between fear and excitement. I calmed
myself down by telling myself that outside of the bathroom waited a person
who loved me and desired me. So what if that person happened to be a girl. I
already knew that I could get very aroused sexually by her. I stepped out of
the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Stephanie was sitting on the bed. It
had been a very hot day, and we were both wearing shorts and tee-shirts. She
stood up, and took hold of my hands. We faced each other, looking into each
other's eyes, then she leaned forward and kissed me. Still holding hands, we
kissed, softly, with love. Then we came into each other's arms, and our
mouths melted together. The familiar taste of her wonderful mouth hit me as
I realized how much I'd missed her kisses. We moved our open mouths together
slowly, savoring the pleasure of the other's lips. She sucked my lower lip
into her mouth and rubbed it against her upper lip. The sensation was
fantastic, and I felt myself go weak at the knees. As we kissed, she was
tugging at my tee-shirt. She pulled it up, and we broke the kiss to let me
take it off. I turned round and let her unhook my bra. She turned me back,
and I reached out for her tee-shirt, but she stopped me.
"Not yet," she whispered.
Then her hands were at the front of my shorts. I let her open the button,
and felt her tug the shorts down my leg. I stepped out of them. My heart
pounded as Stephanie pulled at my panties. I had never been naked in front
of anyone before. But I was committed to this, and I let her pull the
panties off. I was naked, and she was still fully clothed. She stepped back
and looked at me. I blushed.
"You're beautiful," she whispered.
I moved to her, and put my arms around her neck. I felt her arms encircle my
back. I leaned up and pulled her into a kiss. The eroticism of being naked
in her arms had excited me, and I thrust my tongue up into her mouth, and
licked at her tongue and mouth as her hands caressed my back. Then I was
licking at her cheeks, and her hands roamed down to my buttocks. I pulled
her tighter, and bit gently into her neck. She squeezed the firm flesh of my
buttocks. Then she pulled apart slightly, and kissed me again. Her hands
came between us, fondling my breasts. She kneaded each nipple skillfully, so
that my nipples were hard and erect. Our kisses were long and wonderful. She
knew by now what excited me - her sudden thrusting of her tongue deep into
my mouth, her gently licking the inside of my upper lip. Then I felt her
hand moving down my body. I knew where she was headed. I had passed the
stage of doubt. I opened my legs, and let my lesbian girlfriend feel my
pussy.

How can I describe the first touch of a lover there? She broke the kiss to
look at me, as her fingers reached my pubic hair, and then my womanhood. I
was wet enough by then that her fingers just glided across my lips. I moaned
with pleasure, as her hand explored my most private parts. Her excitement
showed in her eyes. I wanted to tell her "I love you,"  but before I could
speak, a finger found the opening to my vagina, and she took my virginity,
sliding her finger in to the hilt. It was soon followed by a second finger.
I held on to her, overwhelmed by the pleasure of her touch. After a while,
she removed her hand. She brought it close to my face, and I could smell my
own arousal on her fingers. She slid a wet finger into her mouth and licked
at it, then pressed the other finger into my mouth. It was so erotic,
tasting my own love juices.
"Get into bed," she whispered.

It was too warm for blankets, so we had only a sheet, and I slid under it.
Stephanie got undressed slowly in front of me. It was very arousing,
watching her remove her clothes. Her breasts were familiar to me, but it was
delightful to see them. It was relaxing to know that we were alone, had all
night, and would not be disturbed. When she peeled of her panties, I saw
that she had shaved her pubic hair - all of it! I couldn't keep my eyes off
her. She joined me under the sheets, and we embraced. "I love you, I love
you," I whispered into her ear, and she said the same back to me. We began
kissing, and soon were locked in a wild, long french kiss. She pushed me on
my back, and rolled on top of me. I opened my legs, and felt her warmth and
wetness press up against my own. I felt my clit enlarge, as if it wanted to
be inside her. Her shaven pussy felt fantastic against mine. We smothered
each other in kisses, as our naked bodies melted together. Her body glided
up and down on mine. I wrapped my legs around her thighs as she humped our
pussies together. Sometimes I would break our kiss to cry out with pleasure,
but the feel of her mouth on mine was so nice that I quickly found her lips
again, and thrilled as her tongue re-entered my mouth.
After a while, she broke the kiss and began licking at my neck. The skin had
become so sensitive to her touch, it felt wonderful. Then she was at my
breasts, her tongue flicking my nipples back and forth before sucking them
deep into her mouth. I was at a depth of arousal that I'd never been at
before, and it intensified every sensation. It felt like she was sucking my
whole body inside her, and it was the most amazing feeling. I arched my back
to her, giving up my breasts to her pleasure. I looked down at her. Here
eyes were closed in concentration. and she seemed to be enjoying making love
to me as much as I was. When she left my breasts and licked at my abdomen, I
felt an excitement I'd never known before. I wasn't thinking by then, just
feeling and reacting, and my legs opened to welcome her face to my
womanhood. I looked down again, and saw my love, my Stephanie, bury her face
in my crotch. She licked at my upper thighs, so close and yet so far, and I
squealed with pleasure, but I became silent when her mouth closed on my
pussy. I felt her tongue licking gently on the lips. My brain could feel the
path her tongue was taking as it traced a path up and down. I knew that I
was soaking wet down there, but she seemed to love lapping up my juices. Her
tongue was soft but so sensuous as it wormed it's way between the lips and
entered me. I pushed against her, wanting her tongue deep inside me. Her
nose was pressed up against my clit, and I wiggled my buttocks to increase
the pleasure that this was giving me. I was so wet now that her tongue could
slurp in and out of my pussy at will. I was breathing faster, as pleasure
unlike anything I'd ever known filled my mind. Then her tongue was at my
clit, flicking it gently, pressing it down with her tongue, moving it in a
circle, and I lost control. I cried out her name as I thrust my lower body
at her face, which, I could see, was covered in my pussy juice. Her tongue
never stopped, in fact she increased the pace of her licking, and then I
exploded in an orgasm that seemed to last forever.

When I came to, her face was next to mine, her eyes looking at me with love
and delight. I held her tight, not able to fight the tears of joy that were
welling up in my eyes.
"Oh Stephanie," I murmured, unable to finish my sentence.
I regained my composure, although the thrill of the experience I had just
had would not leave me for a long time. We lay together, looking into each
other's eyes. Then I began stroking her breast.
"You don't have to," she said. "I got so much pleasure from doing that to
you."
"I want to, Stephanie," I said. "I'm so turned on by you, I want to kiss
your body all over." And I did. There were no doubts left. I wanted to taste
her, to excite her like she'd done to me, and if that made me a lesbian, so
be it.
I rolled her onto her back, and kissed her. Her tongue tasted of my juice,
and I sucked it into my mouth. My hand roamed her body, feeling her breasts,
her hips and thighs, the smooth skin of her buttocks, before feeling between
her legs. I was feeling a girl's pussy for the first time, and it felt so
natural to do so. I felt drops of her wetness on my fingers. Her lack of
pubic hair made it easy for me to find the opening to her vagina, and she
gasped as I slipped a finger inside. It felt fantastic as my finger entered
the hot wet cave, and I wiggled it around, feeling her shudder with
excitement. I slipped a second finger inside, and then my thumb found her
clit, and stroked it gently. She broke the kiss and groaned, but I forced my
mouth back on hers, enjoying the power I had over her at that moments. I
moved my fingers in and out, my thumb never letting go of her clit, while my
tongue went deeper down her throat. Then she tensed and shook, and I knew
that she had orgasmed. I broke the kiss to look at her. Her eyes were
closed, nostrils flared, and her lips parted as she panted. I withdrew my
hand, but she pulled it against her again, and I knew that she was not
finished yet.

I was hungry to taste her now. I bypassed her breasts, and licked my way
quickly down her body. Her pussy was glistening with moisture. I would have
liked to have spent more time looking at it, but I felt her urgency, and the
odor of her juices was enticing my taste buds. I stuck out my tongue, and
began licking her, starting with the skin around the pussy, and then moving
on to the pussy lips themselves. I loved it! She tasted wonderful, and I
loved feeling and hearing her arousal. Her clit really excited me, sticking
out a little, hard and ready for me. I moved my tongue in a circle over her
pussy, up one lip and down the other. I parted the lips and saw the luscious
sight of her vagina. I slipped a finger in as I licked at the lips, and then
replaced the finger with my tongue. Warm wet flesh surrounded my tongue as
it pushed deeper inside her. Her hands were on the back of my head, pulling
me closer. My whole face ground into her, my nose and lungs full of the
smell of her sex, my lips and tongue tasting her. She lifted her legs up and
opened them wide, and her pussy lips spread apart, making it easier for me
to reach every nook and cranny of her pussy. Something in the way she was
breathing drew my tongue up to her clit. It was even larger now, fully
aroused, and it only needed a few licks of my tongue before she cried out
and shook all over. She pulled my mouth hard up against her clit as she
climaxed. Her orgasm came in spurts. Just when I thought it was over, she
would pull at my head, and I would lick her clit once or twice, and she
would come again. Only after the fifth time did she relax, and then she was
pulling me up to her and smothering me with kisses, and repeating my name
over and over again.

We lay in each other's arms for a long time, renewing our love for each
other, planning our future together, imagining being together in a small
cottage by the sea, making love every night. I didn't feel tired at all, and
after an hour or so, we began kissing, and were soon in the heat of
lovemaking. Stephanie showed me how to "69" and we did that until we were
drained from climaxing over and over. It felt incredible to feel her tongue
on my clit, while mine was deep inside her. She asked me if I would shave my
pubic hair, and I agreed - we would buy a razor tomorrow, and she would do
it. I would have done anything she asked.

The rest of the weekend cemented our love more firmly, as we enjoyed each
other's company, and exploited the freedom of our shared hotel room for lots
of passionate sex. I was 16, and at that age, love is forever. But of
course, it isn't, as I was to find out, just as I was to find out that my
mother could be more of a potential rival that I'd realized - but that's
another story (if there's interest!...)


FIN


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