Date: 25 Nov 2001 10:25:34 -0800 From: Jan Subject: Angelika...if feels better that way... Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between two pubescent girls. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Please mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future chapters. Angelika..."It feels better that way!" By Jan My mother named me Angelika; I am a 21-year old, German girl living in Cologne. Everyone calls me A. J. as a nick name. My parents died in an automobile accident when I was 17- years old. Being the only child I lived with my aunt and uncle for a couple of years until I got an apartment I could call my home. None of my friends or colleagues knows about my sexual preferences. I was always afraid of and disgusted by the male genitalia. My father was never shy about expositing himself around the home so I knew what they looked like. Not that he ran around nude or anything but when he was going to the shower or such he never bothered trying to hid himself from me either. I had seen some porn videos and was absolutely disgusted by the sight of those penises and sperm shooting all over the place. I never had or wanted anything to do with boys. Girls on the other hand were a different thing. I started masturbating myself at about eight years old, mostly thinking about girls. When our family was staying in a hotel I found some erotic stories in a drawer that were about two women and girls making love...I reread those stories over and over while masturbating. I was masturbating four or five times a day by the time I found the magazine of stories. When I was 13-years old I was not a very big child I had started developing breasts but they were not very big and I'm still rather flat chested. My hair was and is still blonde, even if it was lighter in color at 13. You could say I was a platinum blonde. I kept it a little longer than shoulder length and in a ponytail most of the time. By this time I had some pubic hair and it was the same color as the hair on my head. At this age I had never thought about shaving it. I was just starting to shave under my arms. At this time my family took a holyday on an island in northern Germany called Langeoog. From the air the island looks like an ice hockey goalie's hockey stick. It runs east to west with the blade of the stick facing south. Most of the village is located at what could be called the heel or northwest part of the island. The private airplane strip or (Flugplatz Langeoog) was located at the southeast edge of the village or the instep if it were a foot. We were staying in the apartment house called "Aquantis". My parents liked to take long walks along the beach up to the "Meierei". I tended to get bored doing that. I tended to hang out at a salt water bath called "Strandbad" even though it was not really close to the beach as I remember it. The place is called "Meerwasser-Erlebnisbad" (Seawater- Experienebath), today, which all seems ridiculous to me because it was an indoor artificial structure. It must have been refurbished and remodeled since I was there as a 13-year old because it does not look the same as I remember it back in 1993. I remember it was not a very big island only about 12 km long. It was a popular place for vacations. Northern Germany is not all that sunny, in fact it often rains and storms are common there. The landscape can be called a grass covered sand dune and there are no cars on the island so you ride bicycles everywhere or they ride horses (Even the local police). Like I said, I was bored and while my parents were walking around the island, so I found the bath. I thought it was new but I learned it had been around for more than 20-years by the time I found it. This is the way I remember it. It was a salt water bath so there was no chlorine smell to it. It was made so that every hour or so they lowered the water level about a meter and then generated waves that rolled back in. The waves must have been at least 1.20 m high. I found it incredibly fun to play there, even more so when I found out about the two central pillars in this hall. I always wondered if who ever designed this bath knew what sexual thrill girls could get from it. They were nothing more than a big masturbating machine for us girls. There was an underwater bench around the pillars that you could sit on with your back to the pillars. The water would be up to your shoulders, at least when I was thirteen. The incredible thing was, in the 20 minutes it took to refill the bath after the waves there were six fountains spread out around each pillar that shot up from the middle of the benches. It was a white water stream that was so strong that it shot up a couple of centimeters high and no matter how strong you were, you could not press your hand down hard enough to stop the water. The trick was to sit straddle the fountain with your legs closed and your back against the pillar. Then let the water stream carry you a few centimeters high while you held on the edge of the bench with your hands. I was in heaven during the time it took for the water to raise back to the original level. I never had an orgasm until I figured out that if I pulled my swimming costume aside to expose my vagina directly to the stream of water. The feeling was incredibly breathtaking I would have tiny little orgasms, way to many to count. I'm sure I would have a stupid grin on my face while I was having all those orgasms. The third day after I had discovered the thrill of the pillars at the bath I got there at 8 AM in the morning. There were only about 20 people in the bath swimming when I got there. Later in the day there would be as many as 300 people. I was thrilled to think that I would have the fountain to myself...Well, that was what I was thinking. I had no more than gotten to the bench when a girl in a blue-black metallic bathing suit with long brown hair sat down next to me. She was sitting with a fountain between her legs like I was. She was a little younger than me I think she may have been 12-years old. She was obviously not experienced in the use of the fountain. She was watching what I was doing and tried to copy me but slipped a couple of time and we both got a laugh out of it. Eventually she got it right but I didn't see her get that smile of relief on her face. The first thing I said to her was "Move your bathing-suit to the side between your legs, it feels better that way..." She smiled and reached under the water and then she moved her hand back to the lip of the bench and I saw her face as her body started shaking next to me. Her eyes closed and she was biting on her lower lip. I will never forget her face at that moment...then I felt her hand grab mine. I was scared at first, I looked at her questioningly, but she just gave me a smile, closed her eyes and began shaking again. She was squeezing my hand in joy. Our fingers intertwined and we spent the rest of the refill period like that. We never took our eyes off each other. We were in heaven sharing this incredible feeling with each other as the water rushed up to our necks. When the water shut off we sat there in the afterglow for a few minutes. We moved our suits back into place and she smiled at me as she slowly moved away but motioned for me to follow her. We got out of the water and headed for the shower room to rinse off the saltwater. There was only one older woman in the shower room. We were in our swim suits and took a couple of showers across from her and started rising off the saltwater. When the woman left the shower room, the girl came over to my shower and stood next to me and kissed me on the mouth. I was not much more than a peck on the lips! I had never been kissed by another girl before and was in shock! While I was recovering from the shock I felt her hands on my butt. When she reached up to kiss me on the mouth again her right hand went up my back until it was holding my neck. A cold chill went up my back with her hand. Then as she kissed me her tongue went into my mouth. I closed my eyes and relished the feeling. This was a dream come true...I had dreamed about feeling another girls body next to mine for years as I read the stories of women making love to each other. When she knew I was not going to pull away she put her right hand back down on my leg and she moved both hands under my bathing-suit and gripped both cheeks of my ass. No one had ever gripped me this way before. My head was swimming from the feel of her tongue in my mouth when we heard the shower room door open. The girl moved back under her shower so fast that I doubt that either woman had time to see what we had been doing. The girl grabbed my hand and led me to the dressing room. We had not dried off yet and were dripping water as she pulled me into the handicapped dressing stall because it had more room. She looked around first before we went in to the stall and she locked the door. She sat me down on the bench and bent over to kiss me again. As her tongue went into my mouth her hands cupped my tiny breasts through my bathing suit. She pulled the straps that crossed in the back off my shoulders and pulled my swim-suit down in front and sucked the flesh of my breasts until they were hard and sensitive to the touch. She kissed my body as she pulled my suit down to my waist. I was so thrilled that I would have done anything she wanted. She sat next to me after she removed her swim-suit and sat there with her legs wide open. I returned her kisses and worked my way down her body. Her fat chest had hard little nipples on them. She pushed on my shoulders to let me know she wanted me to get between her legs. I was so excited that I was finally going to find out what it was like to taste a vagina like the women in my magazines. Her swollen little mound did not have any hair on it. I used both hands to open her up. This was the first clitoris of another girl I had ever seen up close. She was wet and it was not from any water from the bath or shower. I touched her clit with the finger on my right hand and she scooted forward on the bench until she was barley sitting on it. I inhaled the smell and almost had another climax. When I stuck out my tongue and wiped it up the valley of red flesh she shook like she was having another climax. Then I put my lips on the opening and drove my tongue as deep into her canal as her hymen would allow me. I continued to play with her clit as I licked and sucked the flesh of her cunt until she sighed through a long orgasm. She pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth as she sat me next to her on the bench. Then she got on her knees between my legs and put one of my feet up on the bench and began kissing my knee and worked her way down the inside of my thigh. I was squirming on the bench as she kissed me. I felt like I was going to have a climax before she even touched my pussy. Then she started kissing my pussy right through my swim-suit, just like a baby hungry for milk...I was completely confused and thrilled too. She was younger than me but obviously a more experienced lesbian. This was not the first time she had ever sucked a pussy. She was down on her knees licking and sucking my pussy through my suit...when she suddenly stopped and said to me "Move your bathing-suit to the side between your legs, it feels better that way..." The same words I had told her earlier and the only words we ever exchanged. I reached down and moved the crotch of my suit to the left side of my crotch like I did to take full advantage of the fountain. She eagerly dove face first into my crotch. To say that she gave me the most incredible orgasm would be a complete understatement. It blew my world apart. I was completely exhausted and still shivering in the afterglow when she got on her feet. She gave me a warm smile, kissed me sweetly on the mouth. I could taste and smell my own cunt on her mouth. I closed my eyes and she left the stall. When I recovered I pulled my suit up and pulled the strap over my shoulders and adjusted the crotch of the suit. When I stood up I had to brace myself on the walls for a second before opening the door. I found the stall where I had left my clothes and changed into my street clothes. I put my swim-suit in a canvas bag lined with plastic so that my wet suit and towel would not get everything wet. When I opened the door and put my combination lock one the strap on my bag. As I headed for the street I was looking for that brown haired girl. I looked in the dressing room and lobby as I was coming out. I looked up and down the street but did not see her. I figured that it was a 50/50 chance that she went in the same direction I needed to go to get back to the apartment. So I struck out at a good pace in hopes that I would catch up with her. I never saw her again. The rest of my life I compare every encounter with the thrill of that first time. I hope you enjoyed the story and want more. Please send your mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com.