MY NEW NEIGHBOR 1
This is a work of lesbian fiction. All of the characters and scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by adult lesbians having sex with teenage girls, please stop reading immediately.
(Lesbian High School)
My name is Chelsea Olsen. My parents named me after the area in New York City where they first met. I think the name is kind of cute. It's at least cooler than Heather, Isabella, or Zoey.
I'm 15-years-old, and a sophomore at James Madison High School. I'm only 5'2", but I hope to grow taller. Mom says that girls my age have usually been through their growth spurts. I hope she's wrong. I want to be 5'11" like Kendall Jenner.
I have a blemish-free face, and long, straight, blonde hair that nearly goes down to the middle of my back. Mom said that I really blossomed this year. Even older boys have tried to date me, but I've always been too nervous to accept. I think my Dad was happy about that.
As it's almost May, I cannot wait for the school year to end! In the fall, I will be a Junior. Finally, an upperclassman!
Recently, I tried out to be a Song Girl for the football and basketball games. Mom first enrolled me in dance classes when I was 10-years-old, so the routines were pretty simple to learn. I think my chances of being selected are good. People also say that I'm pretty for my age.
To tell you the truth, Song Girl is more prestigious than being a cheerleader at our high school. Although it's never said out loud among the girls, the prettiest ones are usually selected for Song, unless they are so clumsy that they trip over their own feet. If I'm selected, I will go from being an obscure, skinny sophomore, to the upper heights of the pyramid at Madison High!
As an only child, Mom and Dad have always been pretty cool with me, and allowed me more freedom than some other girls. I don't consider myself much of a problem. I get good grades, and have never really been in trouble.
My life began to change when a new woman moved into the neighborhood. I had only seen her from a distance, and I'm not good with guessing ages, but I would say she looked like she was in her 30's. Mom was quick to welcome the woman into our neighborhood. She would be living only five doors down from us.
Mom brought the new neighbor a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. I stole one from the dish before Mom could make it out the door. When she returned, Mom said that the new neighbor's name was Connie Halstead, but that I should call her Miss Halstead, as she wasn't married. Mom always wants me to be polite.
I didn't really understand it, but Mom said that Miss Halstead was some sort of Executive Financial Analyst, and had been transferred by her company to our town.
Curious, I waited a little while before riding my bike in that direction. I'm not old enough to drive yet, and I sometimes feel like a stupid little kid when people see me on a bicycle.
Riding down the street, I stopped to meet Miss Halstead. I wasn't quite prepared for what I would see up close. The woman was drop-dead gorgeous. She was even more beautiful than Jennifer Aniston on Friends, and had bigger boobs. Miss Halstead was tall, and was wearing skin-tight jeans with a white blouse.
I'm naturally shy, but taking a deep gulp, I introduced myself: "Hi! I'm Chelsea Olsen. You met my Mom a little earlier." I was feeling stupidly self-conscious as I stood astride my juvenile-looking bike, but I extended my hand as I had always been taught to do.
Before Miss Halstead could shake my hand, she gushed: "Aren't you the most adorable little thing?" I liked the adorable part, but I wasn't crazy about being called little, as I still planned to be 5'11" like the other models.
Miss Halstead was retrieving boxes from the moving van, and bringing them into her home. I offered to help. "Oh, that would be sweet of you," the beautiful woman said, wiping her sweaty brow. I was intrigued with my new neighbor. She was of model-height, with dark brown hair. Moving things by herself, she had put her hair into two girlish pigtails for the afternoon. The white blouse was a poor choice, as there was already dirt and dust on it.
Pointing to some of the lighter, smaller boxes, I helped to bring them inside. The bigger furniture had already been unloaded, and were placed haphazardly around the rooms. An older couple had lived in the house previously, and I didn't know them very well. I was surprised to see that there was a swimming pool in the backyard.
With all of the boxes now brought in, we sat on the couch. Reaching into cooler, Miss Halstead pulled out two chilled bottles of water. I thanked her. "First of all, young lady," she said in a pretend stern voice, with a big smile on her face, "Don't call me Miss Halstead. It sounds like the name of a schoolmarm in an old black and white western." I nearly spit out my water as I laughed at the mental image.
"My name is Connie, Chelsea," she said. "And I think we're going to be good friends." She pinched my little nose in a friendly manner, and gave me a wink.
Walking into my house, I found my parents sitting at the kitchen table. I said to no one in particular, "She wants me to call her Connie. I think she's pretty cool."
I headed towards my bathroom. Making sure that the door was locked, I lowered my panties and began to masturbate. With a single finger dancing in and out of my pussy, I fantasized about the tall, beautiful woman that I had just met.
What my parents didn't know... Well, what no one really knew, was that I had always been attracted to girls. Even as a little kid, I felt a funny feeling inside of me when watching Disney and Nickelodeon girls like Dove Cameron, Emily Osment, and Miranda Cosgrove on TV. Later, as I got older, I would surf the internet for nude pictures of famous models like Barbara Palvin and Kendall Jenner. My favorite fantasy was being naked in a hot tub with one or more of those tall beauties.
Not wanting to suspiciously spend too much time "jilling off," I lifted my panties, cleaned myself off, and flushed the toilet.
At the risk of being a nuisance, I spent as much time as I could at Connie's house after the school year concluded. I had been selected as a Song Girl, and Connie was the first person that I had told. Connie had been a cheerleader at State U, and seemed to share every bit of my excitement, and she gave me a great big hug. I wondered if she could hear my heartbeat as she pressed my little body into her big, round boobs.
With two different uniforms to purchase, and a bevy of other related expenses, being a high school Song Girl wouldn't be cheap. Although my parents could well afford it, and were willing to pay, I was determined to demonstrate my independence and earn money over the summer to earb my way. My father said that he was proud of me, but I wasn't too sure that my parents really believed that I could raise some money.
Other girls my age had long since cornered the babysitting market. As a 15-year-old who couldn't drive, I had never thought how difficult it might be to find any type of a summer job. I confided my disappointment to Connie. Her arm was lovingly placed around my slender shoulder as she listened to my woes.
"You could work for me," Connie said brightly. I knew that she was trying to be nice, but I was skeptical and didn't want to become her well-meaning charity case. "Doing what?" I asked. "Well, as you can see, I'm not the best housekeeper in the world. I work late a lot of nights, and I don't always feel like cleaning up after myself. You could really help me out, Chels," Connie said sincerely. I liked it when she called me "Chels."
I excitedly agreed, although no details had even been discussed. That night, Connie called my Mom and made her case on my behalf. My parents were pleasantly surprised that I had shown such initiative, and were willing to give me a chance. After all, I would only be five houses away.
Mom and Connie negotiated my hours and salary. I was to work three days a week, for three hours at a time. I was excited to learn that I would be paid $12 per hour, tax-free.
Realizing that it would take some time to accrue enough money to pay for my Song Girl uniforms, my parents agreed to front the money until I could afford to pay them back. The arrangement was agreeable to me.
With school out for the summer, and the days becoming warmer, I dutifully showed up at Connie's house for my first day of work. She had given me a key to her house, and I was dressed in an old t-shirt and shorts. My blonde hair was covered by a backwards baseball cap that my Dad had given me when I was in junior high.
I was to perform light housework, meaning dusting and vacuuming, and washing any dishes that were left in the sink. Picking up the cleaning supplies that were left for me, I was mentally and physically prepared for hard manual labor. In truth, it wasn't that big of a deal. I had helped my mother clean hundreds of times. Well, I may be exaggerating a little.
Connie was certainly a little messy, but not really dirty. My mother taught me that dusting and vacuuming can be pretty easy if you stay on top of it. I washed a few cups and dishes that had been left in the sink. Easy peasy. I also picked some clothes off of her bedroom floor, and placed them neatly over a chair.
I froze when I came across Connie's silky bra and panties which were strewn haphazardly. Even though I knew that no one was home, I looked carefully before I placed her 36-D bra across my slender, t-shirted chest. Looking in the mirror, I imagined that I would someday have boobs that big. Also, somehow, someway, I hoped to get an in-person look at Connie's big boobs.
Reaching for Connie's thong panties from the floor, I looked around three times before giving them a deep sniff. A slight trace of Connie's perfume was detectable. I then embarrassedly placed them on the chair.
That very evening, Connie called my house and told my mother that her home had never looked so good, and that I had done a better job than she could have ever done herself. I will always remember my mother's beaming smile as she proudly looked at me.
Things went like clockwork. Three days a week I would straighten up Connie's house while she was at work. With music playing from my iPhone as I worked, the hours went by swiftly. Connie paid me in cash, which I gave to my mother. My mother took some for my Song Girl expenses each week, and returned the rest to me, saying, "Have some fun. You earned it."
As the June heat began to turn up, Connie invited me over for a swim on Saturday. I happily accepted. Saturday was not a work day for me, or for Connie.
I arrived promptly at noon. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt over my bathing suit as I made the brief walk to Connie's house. Connie greeted me at the door with a friendly hug. She was wearing a very sheer cover-up over a daringly tiny black bikini.
I followed her through the sliding glass door toward the backyard pool. My desirous eyes were affixed to her ample bubble-butt, which seemed to bounce seductively with each step.
Two new chaise lounges were laid out poolside. An ice cooler with bottled water was placed between the two lounge chairs. I was carrying a bottle of sunscreen in my nervous hand as I tried to disguise that I was trying to look at Connie's big boobs under her cover-up.
"Oh, I'm glad you thought to bring some sunscreen," Connie said cheerfully. "I looked all around, and I couldn't find any. You do my back, and I'll do yours." Connie said agreeably.
With that, Connie removed her cover-up. Her nearly-naked boobs were even bigger than I had imagined. Bound by only two small pieces of fabric which barely covered her areolae, Connie's breasts were impressively firm and round for a woman in her 30's. I pretended to avert my eyes.
Connie's Brazilian bikini bottoms were merely a small upside-down triangle which scarcely covered her pussy. I was finding it increasingly hard to keep my interested eyes off of Connie's voluptuous body. Turning her back, Connie's bubble-butt was completely exposed except for the small strip of fabric that had disappeared between her ass-cheeks.
The 30-ish woman began to apply sunscreen to her wondrous body as I modestly began to undress. Removing my t-shirt, I felt like a 12-year-old again as my little A-cup boobs barely protruded in my bathing suit.
My mother had purchased the suit for me the previous summer. While far from what I would consider a sexy bikini, it was at least two-pieces, and the golden-yellow color complemented my blonde hair.
Taking off my shorts, I noticed that Connie's green eyes were unblinkingly focused on me. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, I turned my back as I lowered my shorts to the cement deck. Blushing, I picked the swimsuit bottoms out of the crack of my ass.
As I turned around, Connie was already laying facedown across the chaise lounge. Her remarkable butt was pointing to the sky, and her head was resting on her arms. Connie had already unfastened her bikini bra straps.
I approached Connie's prone, nearly-naked body hesitantly. I noticed that she had already applied sunscreen to both sides of her legs. Putting a generous amount of the creamy white sunscreen in my hands, I swiftly applied it to Connie's back and shoulders, rubbing the liquid in deeply as it disappeared.
Seeing my shy, blushing face, Connie awkwardly applied sunscreen to her bounteous buttocks as I looked on wordlessly.
It was now my turn, sitting on the edge of the other chaise lounge, I liberally applied sunscreen to my face and neck, then began to rub it all over my body... Well, at least the portions that I could reach.
My two-piece top didn't have a fastener in the back. It was made to slip over my head like a sports bra. With my petite A-cups, I had no trouble sliding it down and over my little boobs.
Nervously laying on my stomach, and moving my blonde ponytail to the side, Connie's gentle hands applied the white liquid onto my neck and back. Although I had already put sunscreen on my legs, Connie sat beside me on the chaise lounge, and began to slowly apply more. Starting with my feet and ankles, the brown-haired beauty worked her manicured hands from my calves to my thighs. I gasped when Connie's busy hands reached my inner thighs. Rubbing gently, her hands briefly brushed against my virgin pussy.
Just as soon as it had started, it was disappointingly over. I adjusted my diminutive boobs within my swimsuit top, and leaned back on the chaise lounge to enjoy the sun.
After several minutes, Connie did a graceful dive into her pool to cool off. The splash was almost noiseless. Emerging from the pool, Connie shook her wet, brown hair. What she did next really surprised me. Removing her small bikini top, Connie's wet, majestic breasts were at last revealed. Try as I might, I couldn't look away. I wonder if I was drooling?
Sitting next to me on her chaise lounge, she began to rub sunscreen on her round, 36-D breasts. Seeing the look of surprise on my face, Connie said: "If you don't want any tan-lines, you can take your top off too. It's just us girls."
Not wanting to appear like a timid little girl, I bravely removed my top. My little boobs were no more than small, pointy bumps. I prayed nightly that they would continue to grow on my slender chest. Standing up, Connie's nearly-5'10" frame created a shadow over me. Her big, naked boobs hovered over my petite, topless body as she leaned down. Connie's brownish areolae were the size of quarters, and her nipples were as long as pencil erasers.
Without asking, Connie began to eagerly rub sunscreen on my little boobs. I could feel my pink nipples rising as her soft hands traversed my adolescent breasts. Connie's moist, eager fingers squeezed and kneaded my meager boobies and aroused nipples.
I remember moaning softly, but no words were spoken between us. Soon, we went back to enjoying the sun and cool, refreshing water.
Walking home, I couldn't believe that I had been felt up for the first time... and by my beautiful female neighbor!
As the summer progressed, I continued to perform my housekeeping duties three-days-a-week. By that time, I had accumulated a tidy little sum, and had been able to reimburse my parents back for the Song Girl uniforms and accessories. I was so proud of myself.
A few weeks went by, and neither Connie nor I spoke about her fondling my 15-year-old boobies. Thinking that it was just a happy, one-time thing, I willingly kept my mouth shut.
Preparing to clean Connie's house like any other summer day, I noticed an unfamiliar car in Connie's driveway. I didn't give it too much thought, as I assumed that Connie was already at work. Perhaps she had also driven a co-worker?
Using my key to enter, I tried to make myself comfortable on that exceptionally hot day, and removed my blouse. Assuming that I was the only one there, I was now only wearing a pair of tight, dancer shorts and a grey sports bra covering my upper torso.
Retrieving the cleaning supplies from the usual place, I thought I heard some noise. Thinking it might be a burglar, I quietly walked towards Connie's bedroom. I was armed with a broom. God knows what I thought I would do with that?
Cautiously peering into the bedroom, I saw two naked women writhing on the bed. Connie's face was clearly buried between the unknown woman's thighs. I had watched some lesbian porn on the internet, so I knew that Connie was licking the woman's pussy. The other woman seemed to be slightly younger than Connie, and with dark, black hair. Her medium-sized boobs were heaving as Connie attentively performed cunnilingus.
Suddenly, the other woman noticed that I was in the doorway. "What the fuck!" She said loudly, and began scrambling off of the bed, naked. Her pussy was dark and furry, and she struggled to dress quickly.
It wasn't my fault, but I know that I had stumbled upon something that I wasn't supposed to see, and I began to cry. I heard Connie shout out, "Chels? Chelsea, honey. Wait for me in the kitchen. I need to talk to you."
Soon the other woman dashed hurriedly out of the bedroom. She was only half-dressed, and one of her boobs was visible. Unbothered, she was clearly headed out the door. Looking at me crying, and dressed only in shorts and a sports bra, she obviously got the wrong idea, and yelled back: "Connie, you should be ashamed of yourself. She's only a child!"
How was that for a slap in the face? I was no child. In a few weeks I would be a junior in high school! I was now sobbing with fright when I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. I could hear the car that was in the driveway now peeling out up the street.
Connie eventually emerged from the bedroom. She had managed to put on a pair of panties, but she remained topless. Pulling out a kitchen chair, Connie motioned for me to sit in her lap like my mother had done so many times before when I was younger and needed a hug.
"I'm so sorry Chels. I really am." Connie's arms were wrapped around my bare belly and squeezed gently as she spoke. "I must have forgotten what day you came over. Can you ever forgive me? I swear I would never have purposely put you in that position." Seeing that I was still crying, Connie wiped my tears with her fingers, and kissed me on the cheek.
Until them, I hadn't noticed that she was pressing me against her big, naked boobs. One of her arms was wrapped around my waist, the other was inadvertently wrapped around my chest.
"It's O.K.," I finally said. "I was just startled and frightened. Was that your girlfriend?" I asked. "Sort of," Connie answered. "Her name is Julie," adding, "You'd really like her." With a smile, Connie said, "Don't worry. She'll calm down."
Stroking my blonde ponytail, Connie looked deeply into my blue eyes. "Do you like me any less because I make love with other women?" I could only shake my head "no." Frightened tears still welled in my eyes. I was more concerned that Connie would hate me for finding out her secret.
By now, I was trembling in Connie's firm embrace. I began to sputter, "I'm so sorry. It was an accident... I didn't mean to..." Connie gently shushed me, and placed my head on her shoulder and patted my back.
I was now positioned in a way where Connie's big, naked boobs were rubbing against my tiny A-cups in my sports bra. Moving back slightly from Connie's lap, I looked down on her luscious, 36-D breasts. Seeing my newly-focused attention, Connie placed both of my hands on her tits, and kissed me tenderly on the lips.
I was startled to be actually touching Connie's breasts. I had dreamed about doing so, but not in such an awkward and embarrassing situation. My hands involuntarily recoiled, but Connie placed them back again as she smiled reassuringly at me.
I hesitantly touched Connie's boobs as if I would somehow receive an electrical shock. Gaining courage, I began to squeeze the round mammaries, and to tap her brown nipples. Connie pressed my hands deeper into her breasts as I curiously explored. I had never touched a pair of breasts other than my own, and Connie was patient with my inquisitive fondling.
The tall, physically powerful woman easily pressed my head towards her breasts. I instinctively took a nipple and areolae into my mouth, and I began to suckle as if I were a nursing baby. It all seemed very natural, and soon I was enraptured with exploring Connie's adult boobs with my lips and tongue.
I was barely conscious that Connie had lifted me like a feather from her lap, and placed me on the couch. Reaching for my grey sports bra, Connie raised the tight fabric upwards to my chin. After a couple of gentle squeezes on my little boobs, Connie enthusiastically attempted to swallow them whole.
The feeling of Connie's warm, wet saliva on my A-cup breasts was unexpected and exciting! Our busy hands and mouth had heretofore been concentrated on our upper torsos. That changed when Connie placed my right hand beneath her panties. I could feel Connie's pubic hair, and the outside of her pussy lips. I freaked out!
Jumping up from the couch, I mumbled something like, "I'm not ready for that." I quickly pulled down my sports bra, and found my blouse as I practically ran out of Connie's house.
Arriving back at my home much earlier than usual, my Mom gave me a puzzled look. Thinking quickly on my feet, I said: "Connie called in sick today. I didn't want to be in her way." With that, I ran up the stairs to my bedroom.
Reaching for my old stuffed teddy bear, whom I had named Coco, I hugged her tightly. I had never been so scared and confused in my life.
Continuing my housekeeping obligation while Connie was at work, it gave me time to think. While I desperately wanted to make love with Connie, that day just wasn't the right time. While I regretted running away, and probably giving her the wrong signals, nevertheless I thought it was the right decision at the time. After all, I had just seen her feasting on another woman's pussy!
At night, nothing could keep me from thinking of Connie's full boobs, and curvaceous nearly-naked body. I hungrily remembered fondling and suckling Connie's breasts, and her attending to me similarly. I would sometimes cry at night while my head was spinning.
My life suddenly perked up one early August day when my Song Girl outfits arrived. The uniforms were a vivid red, white, and blue with the words, "James Madison" boldly embroidered on the front. One outfit top had a thick sweater for cold, night football games. The other had a more daring cropped midriff to show off our flat, teenage bellies.
We had participated in our first Song Girl practice the day when we were given our new uniforms. My Mom picked me up after practice and I was practically shot out of a cannon with excitement. I couldn't wait to show Mom my new outfits, hair ribbons, and matching Nike shoes.
Mom hugged me. There was no doubt that she was happy and proud for me. More importantly, I think she was hoping to calm me down, and keep me from bouncing off of the walls.
Mom patiently looked on as I showed her each and every item that I had just received, and she graciously pretended to be as excited as I was.
Knowing that Connie had been a cheerleader at State U, Mom suggested that I show her my new outfits as well. Mom reminded me that she had to leave to pick my Dad up at the airport, and that they would probably go out to dinner afterward, adding, "The refrigerator's full."
The nearest big airport was over an hour drive away, so Mom and Dad would be gone for several hours. It wasn't unusual for me to stay by myself for several hours.
I was so excited that I didn't even think of the possible implications of visiting Connie. We had only spoken briefly after we had made out, and felt each other up. It was a little awkward when she paid me for my housekeeping, but we both acted as if nothing had happened.
I genuinely cared for Connie, and I hoped that we could get back to where we had once been. Seeing my excitement with the new Song Girl outfits might be just the right entrée.
Nervously knocking at Connie's door, my mother honked goodbye to me as she drove down our street. Connie opened the door. She seemed very surprised to see me. I cut the ice by saying cheerfully, I got my Song Girl gear today! I lifted the cheer outfits to shoulder height, and I'm sure I was beaming, like any 15-year-old.
Connie smiled, and invited me inside. Before I could say anything more, Connie embraced me and apologized. "Chels, I didn't mean to scare you or take advantage of you. Sometimes I forget that you're only 15." I could feel myself melting in Connie's strong arms.
I excitedly laid out the items on the kitchen table, and modeled the Song Girl outfits by placing the skirts and tops against my young body.
I then said, I've done a lot of thinking since the other day. I now believe that I'm ready... and I really want to make love with you." Connie looked stunned, but not at all unhappy.
Upping the ante, I asked: "Would you like me to try on one of these outfits?" Connie was speechless, and could only nod her assent.
Selecting that sexier bare-midriff outfit, I disappeared into the nearby bathroom.
Emerging in my red, white, and blue sleeveless outfit with the bare midriff, I rubbed my flat belly, and seductively (or so I thought) poked my exposed belly button as I twirled my pleated skirt. Playing along, Connie clapped her hands and said, "Go Madison!"
I performed what I considered to be a sexy little dance as Connie watched. I even massaged my little boobs over my Song Girl top. I think Connie suppressed a giggle, as my tiny breasts barely made two visible bumps in my cute, new top.
As I continued to dance, I lifted my top. Not wearing a bra, I tried my best to shimmy and shake my pointy, blossoming boobs. This time, Connie couldn't keep from laughing.
Lifting my top over my head, I motioned for Connie to join me. Needing no other invitation, Connie began to greedily lick and suck on my little boobs with what seemed like months of pent-up desire. Alternating between sucking each breast, her hand would eagerly fondle the other.
I stroked Connie's brown hair as her hungry lips and tongue attended to my slender chest and pink nipples.
Connie's hand eventually found its way beneath my pleated skirt. Her hand gently petted my 15-year-old pussy through my bikini underwear. Removing her mouth from my meager boobs, Connie tongue-kissed me for the first time. I can't tell you how much better a French kiss is when compared to a regular kiss on the lips.
As I was inexperienced, Connie's tongue initially danced solo in my mouth. However, it didn't take long for me to get the drift as I kissed her back.
Unzipping my cheer skirt, Connie led me to her bedroom, where I had seen her eating out that other girl. I must admit that I was extremely nervous about "going all the way" for the first time, and with each step I considered turning back.
Laying me gently on my back on her big bed, I looked up and watched Connie undress. Worrying about my cheer outfit, I was glad that I had already removed it, and it wouldn't get stained or wrinkled in the other room.
As I laid flat on my back, my little conical-shaped boobs poked proudly upward from my chest. Now-naked, Connie pinched my erect nipples before positioning her face between my slender, summer-tan legs.
My heart felt like it was beating 100 miles an hour. Looking up at the ceiling fan, I was too nervous to observe whatever Connie was doing.
I had purposely worn a cute pair of white bikini panties. A small pink bow adorned the elastic band. I could feel Connie snuffling around my crotch. Soon, she was biting at my little pink bow with her teeth. Returning her attention to between my thighs, Connie kissed and licked my white panties. I could feel my underwear getting wet from my own pussy juices, and Connie's exploring tongue.
Moments later, my panties were pulled over my ankles, causing me to gasp, knowing what was to come. Connie's fingers curiously explored my sparse, blonde pubic hair. Later, a single finger penetrated my virgin pussy.
I could feel my stomach muscles tense as Connie tenderly worked her finger in-and-out of my pussy. I didn't stop to wonder if I was now no longer a virgin? The only word that I could use to describe the sensation was, "awesome."
I could feel my pussy becoming increasingly wet when Connie lowered her head and began eating me out. From my vantage point on my back, I could see little more that Connie's brown hair shaking frenziedly in all directions between my thighs.
Connie worked her fingers into the act, and my little clit was a key aiming point for my 32-year-old neighbor. It wasn't long before I experienced my first orgasm. My back arched by itself, and I felt like my whole body was exploding. Meanwhile, Connie continued to lick my pussy.
When she finally finished, she laid atop of me. Our two naked bodies were joined together as we eagerly kissed.
Still lying on my back, Connie straddled my face with her vagina. Connie was tan from laying out in her back yard. Her only tan lines were a triangle patch from her Brazilian thong bikini. With Connie's pussy in my face, there was no time to balk.
I gave an initial, tentative lick. The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced, but it wasn't unpleasant. I licked again... and again. Connie seemed to be responding to my inexperienced efforts, so I clutched her thick ass cheeks as I bore deeper into her pussy.
Arching her back and reaching behind her, Connie found my blonde pussy. While I licked her, she powerfully finger-fucked me.
Knowing that we had a couple of hours before my parents returned, my older lover showed me several new sexual positions. Sometime, while we were making love, I discovered that I wasn't scared anymore. Any doubts about my true sexual orientation quickly melted away as I happily buried my face between Connie's legs.
Cleaning up, and walking the short distance home, I clutched my treasured Song Girl possessions in my hands.
I was watching TV on the couch when my parents came home. I am confident that they never had a clue about what I had been doing during the last couple of hours.
With the summer waning, I would try to sneak off to have sex with Connie whenever I could.
End of Part 1.
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