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Memories of Memrie
By
Jan
You would think that any girl that was named by their parents 'Memrie' would have a great memory. In truth I'm doing good to remember events from a few days ago. Of course I don't remember much about my early childhood. From what my relatives tell me I was in the pants of boys from the day I started to walk or out of my own.
I do remember an event that happened when I was five-years-old. I was hiding out in back yard with a playmate my age. I had my hand in her panties and feeling her up when my mother caught me in the act. She reacted so violently that it scared me. She sent my friend home and spanked me so hard that it made a lasting impression. She frightened me so much that I didn't even talk to girls for the next six years.
One of my other memories is envying my older sister's ability to lie on her back at night snoring so peacefully. We shared a bedroom with twin beds. Her snoring kept me up late at night. I would spend the time rubbing my clit and probing the depths of my pussy with my fingers and objects.
I was a regular little tomboy. I was small for my age, but I was willing to play any team sport appropriate for the season. Living in southern California allows children to play outdoors almost year round.
We lived in the town of Tustin, Orange County, southern California, when I was a child. When I was 11-years-old my mother took me with her to visit her sister in Richmond, California. For some reason my older sister stayed home. I think she was practicing for a high school play. I think it was the musical 'South Pacific' or as we called it 'South Pathetic.' I believe Dad stayed home because of work.
The biggest memory I have of the drive north was the fact that it took so long. We stopped a couple of times to eat and go to the bathroom. I thought the trip would never end.
That town of Richmond is north of Oakland. The home was on the side of the hills overlooking the San Francisco Bay. It was a two story building. The way the house was laid out, the bedrooms were upstairs with a bathroom at the end of the hall.
My aunt's family consisted of three people: her, her husband and her stepdaughter. Tiffney may not have been a real cousin, but I thought of her as my cousin. She was 13-years-old at the time. I thought she was very mature at the time.
When you are an 11-year-old you can't grow up fast enough. At that age I was still built like a child and only four-foot eight, all arms and legs. My hair was so blonde at the time it was tow-headed white. My hair hung down to the middle of my back, my hair was shorter and darker. I have blue eyes that are hidden behind thick glasses. I didn't have pubic hair at the time, and my chest was as flat as a boys. My areolas were starting to enlarge and swell up with the promise of future breasts to develop. Tiffney on the other hand was already well on her way to becoming the woman she would become.
Tiffney had breasts that were almost a 'B' cup. She was taller than me, maybe 5-feet tall, thin and a brunette, with brown eyes. Her hair was wavy and hung down to the middle of her back. I had a crush on her the minute I met her.
Tiffney's bedroom was the first door on the left at the top of the stairs. I was going to share her bedroom during the stay. Just the thought of getting to sleep in the same bed with her was enough to make my panties wet.
When it was time to go to bed Tiffney insisted that we bathe together. It was absolutely thrilling to share the tub with her. When we were finished bathing she led me directly to her mother's bedroom to show me the room. She pointed out the mirrored ceiling over the bed. She told me, "That's so my mother and father can watch themselves while they fuck."
I laughed and then asked, "Have you ever done 'it?'
"Not with any boy!" she said.
"I have!" I said.
After that declaration Tiffney led me to her bedroom. To insure that we would not be disturbed she barricaded the door by wedging a trunk under the doorknob.
Our mothers were downstairs talking like a couple of old hens. Tiffney's father was out of town on business, I think. I knew we would be in trouble if our parents came upstairs and tried to enter the bedroom and found the door blocked. We got on top of the bed without bothering to put on nightgowns.
I had seen my mother naked many times, but this was the first time I had ever gotten to inspect a girl's pussy that had pubic hair on it. Tiffney had dark brown pubic hair and it was sparse. She spread her legs and bent her knees to give me full access to her cunt. My heart was pounding and I could hardly breathe as I lay on my tummy between her legs and inspected her pussy. I loved the smell of her damp pubic hair. Licking her pussy was not like licking the little pussies of my little friends. I had to mat down the wild hairs with my tongue and saliva before getting to her cunt. Her clitoris was larger than the little girls I had licked before. When I stuck my tongue into her vagina there was no hymen to prevent me from sticking my tongue in her hole.
Tiffney told me she had broken it with a wax candle. I loved the taste of her pussy. I kept up my assault on her cunt with my tongue as Tiffney whispered to me, "I want to taste your pussy too."
While we were changing our positions on the bed so that Tiffney could claim my pussy with her mouth, Tiffney's mother tried to open the bedroom door. She demanded to know what we were up to!
We scrambled to get our nighties on as we tried to assure her that nothing was going on. Her mother didn't believe us and insisted that we open the door. When we opened the door she insisted that we come downstairs. I'm sure she suspected what we had been doing, but never acknowledged her suspicions.
That was the first of a long list of older girls and women I would soon become familiar with. My aunt divorced her husband shortly after the trip north. I never got to visit Tiffney again.
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