I've been thinking for a long time to write down some of my stories about my lesbian life. All my stories are true. My name is Janet and I'm now in my early 60's, so I look back over many years of lesbian adventures.
The first time i ever touched another girl sexually and she touched me was when we were both in the Girl Guides. I think we were about 15. We lived in a town in Hampshire, England, called Andover, and Lisa and I had been best friends and in the Girl Guides since we had graduated up from the Brownies in primary school days.
On this particular summer, the whole group went on a camp to a place in Devon, not far from the beach. We camped in a lovely green field. perfect conditions. Lisa and I and four other girls, all about 15, slept in one big bell tent.
I knew i had lesbian attractions because for as long as I could remember I had taken every opportunity to lust after other girls. I loved our communal showers at school, after sport, where I could see other girls naked - some with pubic hair and some without. Some with small breasts and others well-developed. And bare bottoms have always turned me on for some reason. And I'd often noticed Lisa looking at me in the showers, though we had never discussed our mutual attraction or ever made a move on one another. Just being very careful I guess.
Well, one night, in the tent, we had all changed into our pajamas or nighties and were tucked up in our sleeping bags, in a circle with out feet towards the centre of the bell tent. Lisa's sleeping bag was next to mine. We were holding hands in the darkness. Everyone was talking and soon the conversation got around to sex and boys, etc. One of the girls said, "Let's make a dare. I dare that each one of us, one by one, get out of our sleeping bag, stand in the centre of the tent, where we can all see you with our torches shining on you and you strip naked for us. Then dance around." Well, everyone was game, much to my surprise. So, one by one, each girl climbed out of her sleeping bag and stood in the middle. All our torches made it look like a lit-up stage. Then each one peeled off their pajama tops, displaying their naked boobs. then pulled down their pants and danced around giving us others a display of their lovely bare bottoms and naked vaginas. I was excited and wet. The most I'd ever seen of some of these girls before was a glimpse of their panties as they crouched down or bent over or did handstands. Each girl was different. Some were taller. One or two had larger breasts. All had pubic hair, I remember, but with a couple of them it was short enough to be able to see their pussies and lips.
I got out fifth and Lisa was last to perform. I had on a short nighty which I pulled over my head, exposing my breasts and I then slipped off my cotton panties and spread my legs to make sure everyone could see everything. They could! All the torches focussed right between my legs! Then I jumped back into my sleeping bag without putting my night-gear back on. I was fingering myself as Lisa stripped off her pyjames and I noticed that she faced me with her legs apart for several seconds before she too, climbed back into her sleeping bag naked.
After a bit more chatter, girls started to fall asleep. I felt Lisa's hand reach out and touch me over the top of my sleeping bag. I turned towards her. We lat quietly, sensing the other girls falling asleep. Then I felt her breath on my face and the next moment we kissed each other. Very quickly, we opened our mouths to one another and let our tongues explore one another's mouths. It was so sexual.
Lisa then slowly unzipped her sleeping bag right down and took my hand and pulled it into her body until I was touching our soft naked breasts and hardened nipples. Meanwhile she unzipped my sleeping bag. We quietly slipped closer together, still kissing. Soon our hands were exploring one another's bodies, touching breasts and tummies and sliding around to feel one aother's bare bottoms and cracks. Finally we each slipped a hand into each others vaginas. God! We were both so wet and so turned on. Quietly, we masturbated one another until we both came and squeezed our legs together, not able to bear the sensation anymore.
Then we kissed one another again, quietly re-zipped our sleeping bags and soon fell asleep.
That was the start of an amazing sexual relationship with Lisa which I'll tell you about in other stories.
I plan to write a number of true stories of my lesbian experiences throughout my teens and twenties. Maybe even thirties and forties. What do you think? Would that interest you?
I'd appreciate your email responses and even maybe compare stories. (I now live in Australia).
Email me: pitman.janet@gmail.com
Janet.