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From: "JAZZ" <paladin1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Sally's First Time (FF, 1st, Teen)
Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 12:10:05 -0500
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(FF, 1st, teen)
This story contains extreme sexual situations involving female
homosexuality. If you are offended by any of the above, please do not waste
your time on this.  This story is directed to a specific audience and is not
directed toward minors.  No one under eighteen should read this.

Comments to: paladin1954@hotmail.com


Sally's First Time


By Jazz


 My name is Sally. I have lived a full and rich life and look forward to
having many wonderful years ahead. I am presently twenty-two years old. I
have a secret that only a few people know. I am a lesbian. I do not proclaim
it out loud, but I do not lie about it either. My mother and father know and
accept that this is the life I was born into. My lesbian lovers and some of
my closest friends know about the changes in my life that occurred five
wonderful years ago.

 I have always been told that I was a pretty girl. I have long brown hair
and hazel eyes. My friends have all told me my body is, without a doubt, one
of the finest around. I am trim and athletic by nature. I have good strong
muscles in the legs and arms that help the rest of my body. I do not have a
need for a lot of make-up, so I choose not to wear much. I have a nice pair
of breasts approximately 36 inches at the bust.

 I have always been a quiet and shy girl around the boys, but around my
girlfriends I can't be shut up. For some reason I have always been real
popular around the girls, but the boys tend to shy away. I have been told it
was because of my looks. It was natural then for me to make my closest
friends female. I have always felt comfortable around my girlfriends and
would not keep anything from them. That was true until I began noticing how
much I was attracted sexually to some of them.

 I first realized I had an attraction toward some of my girlfriends when I
was thirteen. I began noticing their budding bodies at the gym and at
sleepovers. There were many opportunities to become even more enthralled
with the girls I loved as friends, as we would practice making out with each
other to prepare us for the time we would begin dating boys. I remember my
first kiss from an older, more experienced girl (she was sixteen) who was
trying to teach us how to French kiss. Her tongue sent electric shocks all
through my body and I became very wet in my pussy. I was embarrassed at
first, but she assured me that was the reaction the boys were looking for.

 I remember when my best friend Emily came over to spend the night with me
on my fourteenth birthday. We spent almost three hours making out and
running our hands all over our bodies. We even got naked under the sheets
and explored our young pussies and breasts. That was all that we did, still
in anticipation of the first time we went out with the boys. When her
fingers rubbed my pussy, I thought I would die.

 When I turned sixteen, my parents told me I could begin dating. I really
had been asked out by several of the boys at school, but until now I had not
been allowed to go out on dates. My first date was with a boy named Freddy.
He was the class "stud," or so we thought. When the date was over, all I
could think about was how much of a "dud" he was. My girlfriends assured me
that things would become easier as I got more experience and I continued
wishing to have "Prince Charming" come sweep me off my feet.

 I finally met and started dating a young man named George. He was nice and
polite and held a decent conversation. I thought I had finally found the boy
I would spend the rest of high school with. I decided I would let him make
love to me when we got together once again. That was a fiasco. My virginity
and his did not mix and although I was "deflowered," I had the most
miserable time I have ever had. The next day I hurt and I felt extremely
guilty. I didn't want to admit to anyone what I had done. George and I
stopped dating after that. As a matter of fact he didn't call me again and
would only acknowledge my presence at school where he had to talk to me. I
met him five years later a gay/lesbian rally. He turned out to be gay.

 I let no other person touch me in the way George had until I met
Jennifer. Jennifer was a petite blonde who knew she looked good. Many of the
kids at school called her "stuck-up," but a few of us called her our friend.
She and I became particularly close while working on a biology project.
Pretty soon we could not be separated. I had realized my feelings were no
longer just friendship and as I lay in bed at night I would masturbate
thinking about her. I didn't know what to do about the feelings. They felt
strange and wonderful, but my morals were telling me it was wrong. I kept it
quiet.

 One night, Jennifer came to spend the night. I didn't really know how I was
going to handle it, but resolved that I would not initiate any kind of
sexual action with her. The afternoon was filled with laughter and all out
fun. At one point, we were rolling around tickling each other when she came
to a stop lying on top of me. She looked into my eyes and suddenly things
got serious. When she looked, she peered past the physical and was searching
for something inside of me. I had the urge, as we were lying face to face,
to kiss her, but I let the urge pass. I looked away and broke the spell,
then we both crashed laughing away from that most serious of moments. I
began to wonder.

 That night we went to bed with a little bit of anticipation on my part. I
had seen something in those eyes. I think she would have returned the kiss
if I had tried. Was I going to be strong and not start anything? Yes, I
decided, I would be the strong one. That lasted two seconds when I saw her
enter the room from getting ready for bed. She wore a robe and as she closed
the door she let the robe slip from her shoulders and fall on the floor. She
was totally nude. I felt the strangest feeling fall over me. I had never
realized how beautiful she really was until that robe slipped off. She
looked, saw my expression, and then padded to my bed, where she got under
the covers.

 Without saying anything, I took off my nightgown, and slipped into bed
beside her. When I felt the warmth of her arms and body I melted. My lips
molded to hers. My breasts mashed pleasingly against hers. My tongue
intertwined with hers. I was in heaven. Her hand moved down and she inserted
a finger into my now dripping pussy. I orgasmed right there and just
shuddered. She realized she had the upper hand and began her assault on my
body.

 Her mouth moved like lightening. Everything was fast paced. When she put my
right nipple in her mouth, I orgasmed again. I didn't know what to do, but
lay there and let her do her thing. She trailed her mouth down my stomach,
lingered on the belly button, the proceeded down.
When her tongue entered the folds of my secret place, I lost control.
I began shaking so hard the bed began to bounce. I couldn't stop shaking.
She licked and licked like she was starving. I thought I had had enough, but
when her tongue grazed my clit, I knew there was more to come. I didn't know
if I could take it so I reached down and grabbed her by the head and pulled
her up to me. My turn!

 I kissed her gently, at first. The kisses became more persistent as we
continued. I reveled in the feel of her tight, warm body. I moved my mouth
to her neck and my hands began traveling all over her body. I felt her
swells and form, then I moved down and put my fingers into the moistness of
her sex. I began moving my fingers in and out; first one, then two, and
finally three of them. She was rolling back and forth holding me inside. I
felt her begin to shiver and then she started whimpering. I moved mouth to
her breasts and began my assault on her pert, firm nipples. I couldn't get
enough. I was doing what she had started doing earlier, loosing control.

 My lips continued its descent. I had never tasted another woman's sex. I
did not know what to expect. I reached her public hair and began placing
long slow licks around the outside of the hair. My fingers were still going
wild in her slit, so I pulled them drenching from the moistness and lifted
them to my lips and tasted another girl's pussy juice for the first time. I
was astounded at the flavor. To my nose the smell was like ambrosia and sent
me forward in my quest to suck her clit. I repositioned myself between her
legs, and then touched the outer folds of her dripping moistness with the
tip of my tongue. She arched her back, which had the effect of planting my
mouth squarely on her vagina. I took a long slow lap at the crevice and
almost passed out at the sheer excitement of what I was doing. Jennifer lost
control as spasm after spasm came upon her body.

 I let her calm down to the slow caresses of my tongue. When she recovered
somewhat, she turned into what I later found out was a sixty-nine position.
We both had access to each other's pussies and we lost ourselves for several
hours in the nibbling, licking and sucking that followed. I had never been
so exhausted in all of my life. When we did fall asleep, we slept until noon
the next day. When we awoke, we took a shower together and the lovemaking
began again in earnest. There was never any escape from her at that moment
and as often as our parents would let us get together for a sleep over, we
would make love endlessly.

 Jennifer and I are in love with each other. We make love several times a
month, but we realize at our young age we need to make sure if we are going
to spend the rest of our lives together. She and I have seduced other girls
together. I have had several female lovers, so has she. I have even had a
couple of male lovers to make sure I wasn't making a mistake. I don't have
any problem with men. Sexually they don't do anything for me. Will I ever
get married? At this point, the only vow I wish to say is with Jennifer and
we have said them privately many times.

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