My first experience was when I was around 14-15. I had known for a while, or suspected I guess would be a more correct expression, that I was not like "everyone else". I had discovered crushes and falling in love, but in my case it was always about other girls.
However, this did not scare me as much as it puzzled me. The feelings were sweet and did not bother me, on the contrary. What I did wonder about from time to time, though, was how I should get close enough with a girl to dare be myself, totally.
I guess I need not have worried, as I should discover.
I took a bus every day to and from school since we lived quite a bit from the school. I often ended up in the same seat as a girl I liked very much. She was one year older than me, attending a class above mine. We still enjoyed talking and always had a nice time together.
One day we began talking about inner feelings relating to sexuality - I do not remember why - and apart from both of us blushing a little, it was a nice talk. We talked about our bodies, what happened when we had sweet dreams and we ended up talking about how it felt to become excited (like - do you get wet and similar issues).
The day we began this talk, I got off the bus and went home more excited than I had ever been, my woman-/girlhood soaking wet and deliciously slippery. Since I had discovered the joy of orgasms, I assume it is needless to say what I did when I came home and to my room...
She was not on the bus the next day, but the day after she was there again when going home. She had even kept a place for me beside her, even though it was not really necessary.
It did not take long before we picked up where we left it last time, and now it was not difficult to sense that there was something between us. During our conversation, we began talking about how it was to touch our most private areas and before I know what was happening, she asked me if I wanted to touch her.
I can still remember how my heart raced, how warm I became and how lost for words I became. All I could stutter was "Are you sure?" and when she smiled warmly and nodded, she started unbuttoning her jeans. She had placed her jacket over her lap and pretending to be sitting very relaxed and "cool", I snuck my hand under the jacket.
Carefully my fingers found their way down her tummy, found the top of her
panties and with a mouth dry as a desert and a heart thundering in my ears (not to mention my flowing womanhood), I let my fingers glide inside her
panties. When my fingers for the first time touched another girl´s thin and silky hairs, I almost moaned from delight (and she was breathing heavily). However, it was nothing compared to the feeling I got when my fingers found her lips and slipped between them. The feeling of her soft, slippery wetness almost made me pass out and we both moaned quietly.
I gently massaged her and she was breathing more and more rapidly. I noticed how she bit her lips, trying to keep quiet and still. She looked at me with an affection I had not seen before and I wanted so much to kiss her deeply. However, surrounded by various kids, I did not dare. I had enough with trying to be discreet.
Suddenly I noticed she started to move in spasms and then she came. She hardly managed to be quiet, I could hear her deep, soft and muffled moan and I could feel wetness almost wash over my fingers.
When her orgasm had subsided, I gently pulled my fingers away and sniffed them. Her scent made me dizzy and while she watched, I licked my fingers. The taste was new, and ooh so sweet.
We smiled at each other and she leaned close to me, whispering "I have wanted you to do that for so long". I was taken by surprise and whispered that I had thought of her also. She then asked if I wanted to follow her home.
I said yes and when we arrived where she lived, her mum called my mum to tell her that I was there doing homework. That we did anything but homework, is another story
That afternoon is still vivid inside me, at the same time it was like a haze at the time. We explored each other in ways neither of us had done or thought of before and it was nothing like I had ever experienced.
How I felt afterwards? I could use pages on describing on how wonderful it was, how intense it was, how utterly beautiful and right it felt, so I will instead make it short - it felt as if I had come home.
After that, we usually sat with our hands in each other´s lap/crotch when taking the bus, or holding hands discreetly, and I can still remember how wonderful it felt to caress her through her jeans or through her
panties when she had a skirt on and feel how wet she became even through her clothes.
Not to mention how wonderful it felt to be caressed by her.
And of course, we did a lot of other things, spending all the time we could together.
Our love developed beyond infatuation and we were secretly together the next year. Unfortunately my family moved away and she and I never saw each other again, but I have never forgotten her.
All the best,
Kathy
by Lena on Tue Apr 08, 2008 9:06 pm 
