Message-ID: <44795asstr$1066313405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20031016052347.67362.qmail@web60003.mail.yahoo.com> From: Ginny Walker MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2003 22:23:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} High School Dance Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2003 10:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL. This short story is based on an email I received in response to my request for First Time Experiences. This story contains the graphical account of consensual sex between two high school girls. I would love for you to email me your experiences to inspire future stories. My favorite subject matter involves first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance, and tribadism. In these stories I seek to share what I believe are beautiful, erotic and enlightening experiences of real women. My goal is to get you dripping wet - and if you cum, I'll feel I've done my job. Please email me if you do at wcollege2001@yahoo.com AND wcollege2002@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------- "High School Dance" by Ginny Walker, 2003 wcollege2001@yahoo.com wcollege2002@yahoo.com F/F, 1st, Kissing, Rubbing I knew there was something different about me at a fairly early age. By the time I was 13 my girl friends were all going guy crazy, yet guys didn't consume my thoughts at all. I began to feel less a part of my peer group and began to feel insecure and confused about how I was supposed to fit in. I think as a result, I immersed myself in art. It became my passion - in it I found satisfaction and fulfillment. Even a sense of purpose. It also was one of the few things that I had in common with any of my peers. Cari was my best friend since 6th grade and we managed to grow even closer over the next four years. She too loved art and I believe it was our mutual passion for art that fueled our friendship. Cari and I shared virtually everything, yet my most personal struggle was completely hidden from her. I didn't really know what I was struggling with myself, so I didn't consider bringing her in on my problem. We started high school and as new learning experiences came my way, so went some of my childish innocence. The heart of my insecurity and confusion was beginning to become discernible, my struggle was taking form. Cari and I spent so much time together the next year. We were like sisters - my biological sister was 3 years older than me and off at college, while Cari's little sister was still in elementary school. So we became as close as any biological sisters. It was such a defining period in our lives and we were always there for each other as we experienced our successes and our failures. It was the start of 10th grade when I finally came to terms with my turmoil. In a moment of revelation the reality hit me right between the eyes and there was no denying things - at that very moment I realized I was attracted to Cari. Oh my god - I was sexually attracted to her! Acknowledging that to myself seemed to turn my world upside down. I had finally experienced my inner feelings, but I also knew the problems I faced. I was a freak, I thought to myself. If people knew, they would talk about me or even condemn me. How could I ever meet someone who would love me the same way? Any hope of a normal, happy life seemed to disappear. Unwilling to face the brutal reality, I decided I could never act on my desires, especially my desire for Cari. Still, there was a sense of relief - like a wild animal that had been caged-up for a long time, struggling to get out, hating its prison - and then at once, had finally been released. Looking back I could see there were always signs - I loved to be close to Cari, to touch her (just casually), to smell her, to share with her. We had been "cuddling" for years - not physically, but there were so many times we'd be together, maybe just lying on her bed, and we would talk for hours. There was an intimacy that we shared that lacked only the physical aspect. Once I recognized my attraction for Cari, I began to become more obsessed with her. A hunger grew within me - a hunger for Cari. It began to consume me and eventually would control me. I could not reveal my hunger to Cari, but instead I began to feed it. I would touch Cari more, casually, but I would take every opportunity to feel her flesh or smell her skin. I found myself dressing for her, wondering what she would like to see me in. But like an actor that is unaware of the existence of a bedazzled groupie, Cari had no clue about my feelings for her. She would not see my eyes drinking her in as we changed clothes together, she had no idea of the thoughts filling my head as I studied her firm, budding breasts. The way I coveted her shapely rear end, as her jeans revealed the gentle slope, gradually descending out from her lower back, then making a perfectly tight turn under as it met her thighs at a 90 degree angle, its perfect side curve from hip to her narrow waist; this would remain unknown to her, even though we were in the same room and even though we shared an emotional closeness. When we were together I began to casually hold her hand - to her it was just incidental contact, but to me it was filled with passion. I would study her skin and drink in her texture - her warmth burned my senses. Though it was the skin on her hand, I imagined it to be the milky flesh of her budding breast. The feel of her skin against mine caused me to boil within. I was being consumed by the lust that raged within me. But I dared not expose myself. My unsatisfied desires were nonetheless better than rejection and ridicule. My thirst for Cari would not be quenched by these stolen glances, and fleeting touches. The more I tried to satisfy my parched lips, the more thirsty I became. This proved to be an agonizing torture for me. I loved Cari so much and I wanted her desperately. I wanted her to want me the same way. Something I knew I could not have. Our friendly relationship didn't include the ultimate intimacy I wanted to share with her so deeply. I was living a lie - we were living a lie. It was the week before Thanksgiving, Cari and I were together in her bedroom studying for a mid- term math test when we took one of our frequent breaks to just talk (truthfully, talking while taking breaks to study would probably be more accurate). We got on the topic of the High School Christmas Dance which was approaching and in a moment of boldness that would forever change my life I asked if she wanted to go to the dance together. I thought she might be mortified, but she simply replied "sure". After overcoming my initial shock, I realized I was making too much of this - Cari and I did everything together and lots of girls went to the dances together. In addition, the only boy she had dated in the past 6 months was a bit of a social wreck and probably wouldn't go to the dance if Cari had asked him. Cari had no idea of what asking her to the dance really meant to me. The idea that this was a date was limited to my own imagination. Three weeks later the dance was upon us. I went pretty casual - I'm a jeans sort of person while Cari is more the skirt type. Cari's mom dropped us off at the school at 8:30 PM (we let things get rolling for a half hour before arriving), and she'd pick us up at 11 PM sharp. The first 45 minutes we mingled and talked to a few friends and had some wings and punch. Although I had been out with Cari hundreds of times before, I was so nervous and giddy that night, like a girl on her first date - probably because in my mind, it was my first date. Somehow Cari and I got involved in a conversation about English class (which we both hate). Even talking about class was depressing so when an upbeat song came on I said let's dance. Cari followed me onto the gym floor. We kind of mixed in to the crowd at the far side of the floor and danced a few songs. Eventually a slow song started to play and I turned to walk off the floor. I took two steps before I felt Cari tug me by the arm. As I turned, Cari said, "I love this song". She took my other hand in hers and stepped towards me. She began to dance with me and my heart started to race. Now standing close to me, Cari put her hands on my shoulders and we danced to this slow ballad. As we became more comfortable moving to the music together, I placed my hands on her waist. Closer now, and with our hands holding onto each other, we began to move in sync with one another. The song continued and our somewhat awkward position, with our backs slightly leaning forward, was altered to a more upright position . This drew our bodies together so that we were now in contact. Cari moved her hands from my shoulders to my neck as we danced more like a couple. I almost couldn't believe this was happening. My breathing became labored and I drank in the closeness we shared. Cari's body pressed into mine, her little breasts meshing between my own buds. Our lower bodies swayed in sync to the music, now moving as one. My leg was now positioned between hers as we danced hip to hip, slightly offset. I inhaled deeply and was treated to the sweet scent of Cari's perfume. Instinctively I tipped my head forward and her hair brushed my cheek as I nuzzled her neck. My lips touched her neck, oh god, the heat of her skin scorched my lips! We had exchanged goodbye kisses on the cheeks many times - why was this contact so different, why did it affect me so powerfully. Too terrified to kiss her, I just kept my mouth pressed motionless against her. I never wanted this dance and to end as a warmth began to spread throughout my body. I felt a tingling in my vagina and I melted into Cari. As we danced close together, our bodies as one, Cari's thigh would occasionally bump up against my pussy causing little spasms in my vulva. The contact also allowed me to feel that I was very wet down there. God I wanted to just hump hard against her and have her mouth on mine! But I would be content to have the contact we were sharing. The song finally ended and Cari immediately broke our embrace, leaving me with a powerful sense of loss. We left the dance floor, grabbing a couple of Cokes from the refreshment table and walked to a quiet spot in the gym where we made small talk for a while. Our conversation seemed conspicuously casual and there was an awkwardness between us. I wanted so much to tell Cari what I was feeling - to tell her how much I loved our dance together and how much it meant to me. A few minutes later another slow song began to play and I looked expectantly at Cari, too embarrassed to ask her for what I wanted. Cari's eyes met mine and we exchanged a heartful of thoughts without uttering a single word. Her look seemed to be pleading with with me. I was frozen - hopeful that she would ask me to dance again. I'll never forget the words she finally spoke: "Aren't you going to kiss me?", as she closed her eyes and brought her lips together leaving a section in the middle slightly parted so it formed a little open "O" shape. Her words hadn't really registered in my head when my body began to respond on its own. In a flash I found my lips pressing passionately against Cari's, my mouth engulfing hers. Like during our earlier dance, Cari's arms embraced my neck and our bodies came together in intimate contact. My body leading me with a expertise I didn't know I possessed, my hand found her left breast, its softness filling my hand. Oh god it felt so good to touch her like this! But simultaneously I was terrified at the line I had just crossed. My fears about Cari's reaction would be swiftly answered as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. It found my own tongue and played with it, reassuring me that she approved of what I had done. Encouraged by this, I began to fondle her breast with passion. It was deliciously pliable, yet offered a firmness that tantalized my sense of touch. My fingers explored her thoroughly and I could feel the distinctive outline of her swollen areola through her top. I trapped her tender nipple between my thumb and middle finger and as I squeezed her delicate bud teasingly, Cari moaned into my mouth. She increased her oral exploration and I felt her nipple harden under my touch which drove my passion all the more, knowing she was responding to me in this way. We went at it for nearly ten minutes, saliva moving from mouth to mouth, feminine body pressing into feminine body, fueling our lusts. Soon we had worked our legs between each other's, which guided us to a natural and slow humping. Our playfulness was so foreign to the both of us, yet our animal instincts knew exactly how to derive pleasure. I believe there is an innate ability (and possibly an urge as well) for two women to make love - something we potentially possess from birth. This instinct caused our legs to part invitingly, drawing the others thigh to the place that is both the source and destination of our passion. Cari's thigh mashed against my pussy and I could feel myself creaming my panties as we humped. My thigh matched her rhythm and the pressure managed to work her skirt higher up her thighs. I began to feel her warmth even through the denim covering my leg and knew I was now rubbing directly against her panties. We continued our kiss as Cari moaned little "mmmm" sounds into my mouth. I surrendered myself to this erotic moment and dropped my hand from her breast and cupped Cari's pussy, wedging my hand between my thigh and her mound. Oh god, I couldn't believe how wet Cari was - it felt like she had peed her pants! I rubbed her through the soaked panties - her vulva felt so hot to the touch. I could picture her pussy in my mind as I explored it with my fingers. Her vulva was puffy and filled my palm. I felt her slit which was clearly distinguishable between her engorged labia. As I rubbed along the length of her labia I could hear an audible squishing sound as my manipulations caused her labia to slip along each other and squeezed her juices in and around them. Cari pulled her lips just barely off of mine and in a pleading voice said, "Go inside." Like a frustrated schoolboy at third base for the first time, I was impeded by Cari's panties. Not wanting to hesitate another second, I pressed my finger firmly and the sopping material of her panties along with my index finger slid effortlessly between her labia and penetrated her vagina. She yelled out a loud "Ohhhh" and mashed her mouth back over mine, muffling her outburst somewhat. I wiggled my hand causing the base of my thumb to rub her clit while my finger flicked around inside her vagina, hindered only slightly by the restriction of her panties now shoved deep inside her cavern. I felt the opening of Cari's vagina constricting around my finger and I knew she was coming. With each contraction I would press more firmly, mashing her clit and driving my third knuckle past her tightening vaginal opening. This seemed to prolong her orgasm for more than a full minute. The look on her face brought tears to my eyes. I had made her come - it was bizarre, but I felt more complete as a result. After Cari's orgasm subsided, I slipped my finger out of her, but kept my hand down there rubbing her vagina through her panties. Her slit was parted slightly by her panties which were still trapped within her. Oh how I wanted Cari to touch me that way! I wanted to feel her inside me - to come for her, the way she had come for me. But it was not to be. I confessed to Cari later that night how I wanted her, how I wanted to love her - not just the sisterly love we shared, but intimate love - even more than we had already given each other. The next few weeks were the hardest of my life. Cari seemed to shun me after our experience at the dance. The light of day has a way of changing our view of things. Things that seem pure and beautiful in the stealth darkness of passion become complicated, unworkable, even wrong in the light of real life. Maybe it was because Cari was afraid, or that she was denying her own feelings, or unwilling to follow an unconventional path. There were rumors flying around school after several people had seen Cari and I at the dance. I had experienced the most fulfilling joy with Cari as well as the most devastating sense of loss. Still, I would never trade what we had shared together. With rejection, came revelation. That encounter with Cari was a crossroads for me and my life started on a new journey after that dance. It would be 6 more months before I would experience all that this journey had to offer. Then I would know the taste of another girl for the first time. And I would receive the unmatchable satisfaction of seeing and feeling a delicate creature go down on me - sharing myself with her as she feasted on me. I would learn more about the part of me I hadn't previously known existed and it would reveal a bit about my destiny. I would become more complete and have a sense of purpose. The confusion that clouded my early adolescence, would be replaced with clarity and fulfillment. But that's another story... -THE END- by Ginny Walker, 2003 Wet Yet? If so email me at wcollege2001@yahoo.com AND wcollege2002@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! 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