Message-ID: <46258asstr$1074309003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20040116233421.91854.qmail@web41709.mail.yahoo.com> From: John Thompson MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2004 15:34:21 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} ASSM First Kiss (ff) (squirt) Lines: 644 Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2004 22:10:03 -0500 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: hoisingr, hecate WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! First Kiss (ff, squirt) MontBlanc www.asstr-mirror.org/~montblanc This work is copyrighted to the author (C) 2003. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. At fifteen, Stephanie began to notice she might be different from some of her friends. She had developed just like them, dressed just like them, and enjoyed being around them. She just wasn't as interested in boys as they were. She had sexual feelings, sure, but they seemed to be centered around some of her teachers and friends-- female ones. She never thought of the word "lesbian," she just knew her friends were boy crazy and she wasn't. She played along, had a couple of boyfriends, kissed some of them, let them grab her boobs (which usually brought fantasies of various females doing the same) and got along without incident for a couple of years. Until she met Alisa. By this point, Stephanie was seventeen, her sister Joanne was fourteen and Alisa was a new neighbor. Fifteen years old, petite at five feet two inches, but perfectly proportioned. Steph didn't think much of her the first time they met. It was a family introduction the day that Alisa's family moved in, and she basically just waved and said hello. Joanne, being closer to Alisa's age, was thrilled to have someone else in the neighborhood that would be worth spending time with. Most of the kids Joanne's age or close seemed to be boys around here, and the few girls that were around were too stuck up for Joanne's liking. Alisa didn't know anyone, so regardless of their age and grade difference, the two became fast friends. Within two weeks, Alisa was on her first sleepover at the spacious Brewer home. Stephanie didn't pay much attention to either one of them, as she had a major paper due on Monday and had every intention of spending all weekend doing work she should have begun weeks ago. Working on Friday night had sort of become an excuse of hers, she knew. She didn't feel like running around and participating in all the boy/girl activity of her friends. Occasionally she'd take a break in her ritual for a sleepover or some other female only activity, but her school was a tough private school and no one questioned her motives at all. This Friday night, or Saturday morning she needed a break. She decided to head to the media room and watch some ridiculous television of one sort or another to break the monotony. Steph's room, Joanne's room, the two guest rooms, a hall bathroom, a small laundry closet and the media room were all on the second floor of the house. The media room had been built to absorb sound, so Steph didn't hear much until she walked in the door. Joanne and Alisa were stretched out on the sofa, laughing at the television, and giggled even more when Steph walked in. On the television was a larger than life couple. Coupling. Or at least making some motions like they were having sex. The television in the media room didn't get any porn stations, but it was Friday night after all, and Showtime or Cinemax or something was obviously running a Red Shoes type show. "Nice." Steph sighed sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. "I come in here to relax a little and you guys are watching soft porn, unbelievable." She started to turn and go back to her room, wishing for the hundredth time that her parents, who could certainly afford it, would allow her a television in her room. "Wait, Steph." Joanne interjected before Steph could walk out. "No biggy, watch what you want. We're just flipping channels and settled on this one. You can change it." Steph flopped down in the leather chair perpendicular to the sofa and grabbed the remote. By this time, the sex scene was over, and Steph could easily have switched channels, but she had only come in to watch it to take her mind off of her paper, so she figured what the hell. "What's it about anyway?" Steph asked as she tried to figure out the thin plot. Alisa answered, "You know, typical bullshit, asshole guy is intriguing to this woman who is strong and seemingly intelligent yet somehow needs this jerk in her life." Steph grunted a response, indicating that she understood, but she didn't turn her head back towards the tv after listening. She was looking at Alisa's mouth. Her lips and her teeth were beautiful. She'd not noticed it before. She shouldn't be noticing it now. But suddenly she was almost overwhelmed with the need to kiss Alisa. She shook her head a little to clear the fog and watched the show again. But then she glanced back again at Alisa. Alisa was wearing a long t-shirt with the school Mustang on it, presumably panties and white socks. The t-shirt covered her legs almost to the knee. Her legs were smooth, and Alisa's skin was dark enough that Steph wondered whether or not Alisa used a tanning bed. Then she realized she was staring again. Worse, she was daydreaming about touching those legs. She tried to concentrate on the show, but Steph was decidedly distracted by Alisa in the room. She was just tired, she thought, the paper was getting to her. Maybe she needed a date and a little fun. Maybe she needed to go to her room and play with herself. Yes, that was a good idea. As she got up from the room, yawning and stretching after a mere twenty minutes of watching the show, she got a glimpse of Alisa's panties. Her pulse quickened. It wasn't even enough of a view to tell if the panties were print or plain, bikini or brief, nothing, but she had a physical response like Alisa was naked. Or touching her. "Good night," she mumbled, and wandered down the hallway. Once she got to her own room, she wasted no time in stripping off her sweats, dropping her panties and getting in the bed. She didn't care that she shouldn't be thinking about Alisa, who was, after all, only fifteen. Steph imagined kissing Alisa, imagined touching those legs, rubbing her hands up and down Alisa's small frame, kissing her breasts. As she imagined doing these things to Alisa, she was doing them to herself, touching her thighs, rubbing her breasts, which were warm, her chest was flushed with the excitement of thinking about Alisa. She wanted those lips, wanted to kiss them, wanted to feel them on her body. "Oh man, I need to get out more." She thought to herself, as both of her hands moved from rubbing her inner thighs to directly touching her mound. With her left hand, she separated her lips a little more, her right index finger gently caressed her inner labia, feeling the wetness there, dragging some of it up to her clitoris. She moaned, bent her legs at the knees and looked down at her fingers playing at her crotch. She wondered what Alisa looked like down there, wondered what she smelled like, tasted like. She slid her finger inside of her vagina and her head went back against her pillow from the feeling of pleasure. She moved her finger in and out two or three times then put her finger in her mouth. She wondered if Alisa would taste like her, wondered how it would feel to open her mouth wide and place it over Alisa's little mound. She moved her hand back down to her own wet pussy. With her left hand, Steph was gently working her clit, squeezing it nimbly between her thumb and index finger, then rubbing it in little circles, then dragging more moisture from lower down. This was done in time to the two fingers she had inside herself, fucking her faster as the images of Alisa naked on her bed flashed through her mind. She could almost feel her thighs beside her head, almost hear Alisa's cries and moans as she heard her own now. She wanted to eat her. She wanted to devour her whole, suck her entire body inside of her. She needed it. Her fingers seemed no longer to be under her control. They were moving quickly, but more importantly, they were moving insistently, pushing, pulling, rubbing as if there was something that needed to be taken out, gotten to, delivered from her. When she came, it was as if someone had reached inside her, grabbed hold of some part of her that was in no anatomy books and ripped it out, releasing her mind from her body. She could not help but shout "Oh God!" as her body shook. She kept rubbing, needing more even though she could barely stand it. Suddenly, it felt like she might need to pee, but not exactly and then with another shout, some sort of fluid shot out of her, and she felt like she might faint. Her face was clenched and her body was tensed as this second orgasm or whatever it was launched her into spasms. The only noise she made was a long "nnnnnnnnnnn" through her teeth. She didn't know if she would ever come down, but she finally did, catching her breath, opening her eyes, looking around the room, and finally down at her bed. "Holy shit, what was that?" She said aloud as she looked down at her soaked sheets. "Gross, I peed myself." But she knew it wasn't true. It didn't smell like pee. It didn't even look like pee. She started stripping the bed, not knowing what had happened, but knowing that she couldn't sleep in these wet sheets. She threw her clothes back on, picked up the sheets and headed to the laundry. She started the washing machine, dumped in some detergent and was about to put the sheets in the machine when Alisa walked out of the media room, startling her. "Oh, I didn't know you guys were still up." Steph said, while thinking "oh shit, how do I explain washing sheets at 3 a.m?" "We're not. Your sister's asleep, I was watching some stupid horror movie, but now I need to pee. You're doing laundry in the middle of the night?" Alisa eyed Steph curiously, and then they both looked down to see the huge wet spot which Steph had been holding away from herself as she was getting ready to load the washing machine. "Did you have an accident?" Alisa asked, not truly meaning to say it aloud, but unable to stop herself. "Yes, I mean, no, I mean, I spilled a glass of water when I was reading." Steph asked, doing a poor job of trying to cover up what happened. To Alisa, it sounded like Steph was embarrassed that she had peed the bed. She tried to reassure her. "It's alright, I imagine it happens to lots of people now and again. I mean you're really tired from studying and stuff, so no big deal I mean...." she trailed off, not wanting to sound stupid or embarrassed, but feeling both. "I didn't pee." Steph said, forcefully. "I was playing with myself and all this stuff came out. It's not pee." Steph could not believe she had spoken that way. She had not only told someone that she barely knew that she masturbated, but that she had just finished, and that when doing it, she was some kind of freak. And this wasn't just any girl, it was the very girl she had just been fantasizing about. What the fuck was wrong with her? "Oh, shit, you're a squirter? I thought they made that up for porn!" Alisa squealed, as if she had just been told that Steph was a unicorn. "A what?! I'm not a... I have no idea what you're talking about and I don't want to talk about it any more." Steph shoved the sheets in the washing machine, slammed the lid down and walked back to her room, closing the door behind her. Her heart was racing, the blood had rushed to her face, she was practically near tears. She had no idea what she was doing. She felt completely at loose ends, like she just wanted to jump up and down and scream. She was pretty sure she was losing her mind. It took her a minute to realize that someone was tapping at the door. It took another minute to decide what she wanted to do about it. "Come in." She muttered. Alisa opened the door and peeked in. "I'm sorry, Steph, I didn't mean... I wasn't trying to upset you." "It's ok. I'm just embarrassed I guess. I don't know why I told you that. And I've never... squirted before, so I didn't know that's what you called it." "Can I come in?" Alisa asked. Steph sat on the edge of her bed, not looking at Alisa, just staring straight ahead as if she was paralyzed. "Sure." Alisa walked in, grabbed the chair from Steph's desk and sat down. Steph glanced at her for a moment and couldn't believe that she was now thinking about Alisa's body again. Alisa was sitting in the chair backwards. It was a simple folding chair and Alisa's legs were spread around the back, her t-shirt up at her hips, the crotch of her panties clearly exposed. She leaned against the back of the chair, her head resting on her arms. Alisa's panties were simple print, little flowers or something, Steph observed. Steph was breathing deeply, wondering if she should be saying something, doing something. She didn't know what to say. "I shouldn't have said that about squirting or anything. I just saw it on a porn movie once, that's all, and thought it was faked or peeing or something." "You're fourteen, you shouldn't be watching porn!" Steph asked. Steph had seen some, but hadn't much liked it. It was at a friend's house one night and she couldn't really get into it anyway, as she and her friends were just watching it to make fun of it. "I'm fifteen! Besides, I have older brothers, I can barely avoid it, pigs? I found some of their movies one time and looked at some of them. It was no big deal, really. I liked one of them. I saw squirting on one of them and figured it was fake." "I can't believe we're talking about this. I don't know you and I told you that I.. and now you're talking about watching porn." Steph looked Alisa right and the eyes as she spoke, and was again tempted to kiss her. Alisa began to laugh. It started as a small exhale, but was soon caught in an uncontrollable giggle. Steph was thrown off, but couldn't help laughing even though she had no idea what she was supposed to be laughing about. Alisa's fit of giggles was amusing to watch, even though it appeared to be unprovoked. "What. Are. You. Laughing. About?" Steph asked, in between her own laughs. Alisa barely got it out, but managed an explanation. "You should have seen your face after I looked at that wet spot on your sheets. You looked..." Alisa resumed her giggles. Steph thought she should have been mad at being laughed at, but she wasn't. She was enjoying herself, enjoyed watching Alisa giggling, liked the way her face looked, how her mouth looked open, liked how her eyes lit up as she tried to stop laughing, only to resume a moment later. It made Steph laugh harder. It had been funny, how she quickly tried to come up with something that made any sense besides "I came all over my sheets." It didn't seem funny when it happened, but it sure did now. Steph and Alisa were more than a little punchy. It was going on 4 a.m., neither had been to sleep and they were both slap happy from the emotionally charged discussion. The laughter slowed, and Alisa and Steph regained their composure. Steph became flustered again as Alisa asked her, "How often do you... you know?" Steph saw no reason to start lying now. "About three or four times a week, I guess." Alisa's eyes widened. Steph felt herself getting embarrassed again. "You must go through a lot of laundry detergent!" Alisa said, stunned with Steph's admission. Steph paused a minute, trying to figure out where this conversation had derailed. "Oh, shit! No, I mean not the, the squirting. I mean I play with myself three or four times a week." Alisa and Steph both began giggling again, but managed to keep themselves under control. Alisa said "Yeah me too, though more like four or five times a week, I think." Alisa asked "What about the squirting?" "Should we even be talking about this?" Steph asked, sure the answer was no. She didn't care, but she felt like as the older one, she should be trying to steer this question in other directions. Alisa raised an eyebrow. "Answer the question." Steph looked at her again, her eyes roaming over Alisa's body, then moving back in the direction of Alisa's eyes. "That was the first time that ever happened to me." "Really? And to think I was here for it! You could be a porn star some day!" Alisa said, standing up, her legs a little fatigued from her position on the chair. She turned it around and sat in a more proper position, though Steph could still stare at her legs. "How did it happen?" "How much should I tell her?" Steph thought to herself. "None of it. I shouldn't tell her anything. This is Joanne's new best friend and we're sitting her talking about playing with herself; discussing masturbation, orgasm. She should just end it. Now." "I don't know." Steph began, "I was just taking care of things, and then I finished, or thought I did and then, wham!" It happened. "Wham? You mean squirt! it happened, don't you?" Alisa asked mischievously. "Right, squirt." Steph replied, "whatever." "Well, were you doing something different? A new way or something?" Alisa asked, not concerned about how personal this conversation was getting. Steph thought that of course she was doing something differently. Should she answer, "Yes, I was thinking about eating your pussy. Not just your pussy. I was thinking of devouring you whole. Because for some unknown reason I want you, Alisa, want to kiss, you grab you, fuck you, hold you, and I'm afraid Alisa that any given moment you will be disgusted and walk out, but I need to talk to you, to tell you the truth because you've got me, Alisa. I don't know why or how, but I think I'm falling for you." "No, it was just a good fantasy or something," Steph answered. "Why do you care anyway?" "I just want to know, that's all. Like I said, I thought it was bullshit. What kind of fantasy was it?" Steph was beginning to feel like she wanted to jump up and down and scream again. "Why don't you tell me what you fantasized about the last time you played with your pussy, Alisa? Or is that a little personal?" Alisa was nonplussed. "Ok, I'll tell you, but you have to go first because I asked first." Steph knew, as she laid back on her bed that she was going to tell Alisa. She didn't know why, but she was. She closed her eyes, put her hands over her face, and mumbled. "I was thinking about you." She teared up immediately, and said it again. "I was thinking about..." then she opened her eyes as she felt the weight on the bed shift as Alisa sat down next to her on the bed. Alisa was staring her in the eyes now, and Steph didn't even try to suppress her feelings this time. She sat up, put her arms around Alisa and kissed her. For the first time that evening, or that morning, or probably in weeks, maybe even years, Steph did not feel like something was not quite right. This was right. These lips, Alisa's lips, warm, firm, against hers, this tongue, these teeth, this was what she had needed. She needed to feel Alisa pressed up against her. Alisa needed it to. She didn't know it until this moment, but now she knew that it was the reason she had been unable to fall asleep, the reason she walked into the hallway, had followed Steph into her room. It was meant to be, this kiss. And it didn't end. There were moments when they paused, or moved their lips to other parts of each other's bodies, but the kiss didn't end. Alisa kissed Steph's neck, moved her mouth over to her ear, chewed it gently, her tongue darting out just a bit. It was noisy to Steph, but it also made her wet like no one else had ever done. Steph's hands roamed all over Alisa, feeling her back, touching those legs, "Oh God, those legs." her hands moved under Alisa's shirt as Alisa rubbed her in the same way, both exploring, attempting to take in every smell, taste, feel, sight and sound of each other. They were lying down now, Alisa mostly on top of Steph, and as she moved her hand down into Steph's sweat pants, she whispered into Steph's ear, "I want to see it. I want to watch you." In about fifteen seconds, they were both naked, stripping each other and feeling their now naked bodies pressed against one another, breast touched breast, mouth to nipple, skin to skin. They were sighing, grinding, licking, and Alisa, her right hand between Steph's legs, was rubbing, lubricating her fingers, and then, with a slight moan from both of them, Alisa slid a finger inside of Steph. Steph laid back, not believing the reality of what she was only an hour ago fantasizing about. This beautiful girl, God, she was only fifteen, was playing with her. Hell, she was finger fucking her. They were looking each other in the eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Then they were kissing again, all the while Alisa's hand between Steph's legs, probing, playing, rubbing. And again Alisa made her request. "Let me see it. Let me watch." Alisa sat up now, both hands between Steph's legs, circling her clit, the kiss still ongoing, their bodies touching. Then Alisa changed positions, started crawling, moving down, her lips kissing beneath Steph's breast, then her ribs, then her stomach, her navel, the ridge of her hips, and finally, as Steph had hoped to do to Alisa, Alisa was doing to her. "I always did like the golden rule." Steph thought to herself as Alisa opened her mouth and put out her tongue, and like a cat, began to lick Steph's wet slit. Steph's legs, as if pulled by strings, bent and spread, she was holding them open with her arms, spreading herself so that Alisa could get to her, could pull her, could fuck her, could eat her. And within a moment she was being strummed like a deep harp string, and she was moaning. "I...... I'mmmmm.... Oh god...." She looked down at Alisa and gathered her thoughts for one sentence. "Don't stop when I come." And then she did. Her head fell back, her muscles clenched and she was coming. She thought the orgasm brought on by her fantasy Alisa was spectacular, but this was possibly life threatening. If she did die, Steph wouldn't care. It was perfect. It was the end of her first kiss with Alisa. It was more than a kiss, but it all seemed of a part, as if the sex was indicated by the kiss, as if this was all inside it. Alisa was so wet, she almost came from watching Steph. Her body was so beautiful, so strong, so incredible. Then she remembered, she wasn't supposed to stop. She continued licking, driving, moaning as she felt Steph come against her. She could feel the spasms with her fingers, deep inside Steph's vagina. Her fingers were inside this girl. She was doing this, licking a girl's pussy. It was incredible. Then she felt Steph's hand on her head, and heard Steph say "NOW!" and she lifted up, not completely remembering what she was supposed to be waiting for, but reminded by the sudden spray of liquid coming out of Steph's body. It was intense, that was the only word for it. Steph seemed gripped in another orgasm, and Alisa immediately stuck two fingers in her own pussy as she watched the display. They were both shouting now, almost in time. "Oh yes, yeah, that's it, oh god," Neither of them were sure who was saying what, but they knew more cleaning up was involved. Steph squirted, and Alisa rubbed herself. Her face was wet from licking Steph, her torso wet from Steph's spray, and her crotch soaking from all of it. Alisa fell to her side and strummed herself into her own intense orgasm. Steph was coming back to her senses, the room had resumed it's normal balance, was no longer spinning. And in a moment, they were both jarred back to full sobriety. "Oh. My. God." Joanne said, standing in the door of the bedroom, her mouth wide open, her eyes and face set in a look of something bordering on fear. FAMILY, TEACHERS, SURFING __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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