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Nancy Becomes a Lesbian
By
Jan
My first lesbian sexual encounter happened when I was a senior in high school. My family lived about a half hour drive out of Minneapolis, Minnesota at the time.
I was an only child raised in a strict religious family. My mother had prepared me for developing breasts and the trauma of menstrual cycles; but she could never bring herself to discuss masturbation. I had to learn that all by myself. That was a wonderful revelation! When I first discovered the pleasure, I found every chance I could get to enjoy that: in bed at night, in the morning shower, at school, at home just after dinner and doing homework.
A girl named Donna and I had been best friends from the day we started pre-school. I was visiting the home of Donna, and happened to be alone with Marcie, her older sister. Both of them are natural blondes and their hair reached down their backs to their bra straps. Marcie's hair is straighter than Donna's. They both have creamy white skin. Donna still had an occasional pimple. Marcie was home for Easter vacation, and I happened to be alone with her, in her bedroom, and I happened to be in a morbid mood that day.
Marcie couldn't help noticing the depressed state of mind I was in. She asked me what was bothering me, and I couldn't discuss my feelings at first, but eventually I began to tell her how disappointing my sexual encounters with males had been the previous night with one of my many, many "fuck buddies" as the term is now used. Her touch was so soft and gentle as she stroked my bare arm. Marcie ran her fingers through my hair before kissing me on the mouth. I was surprised by my feelings. I was more sexually aroused than I had ever been by any boy. There may have been a little of the forbidden act that titillated me but that would not nearly explain it all. Marcie and I talked for a couple hours. Finally, she milked the truth about the previous night out of me. Her comforting hug was most welcome. Not only did I feel "understood", I felt listened to. I sensed a true compassion from Marcie.
I opened up and told her all about my sex life. She was very interested in everything I had to say. I told her that I had always been very shy. I told her about the normal childhood stuff like spin the bottle, but it had never gone beyond that sort of thing. By the time the other girls were starting to date boys I was too shy to accept offers from boys to date. By the time we entered junior high some of the most popular girls were bragging about the size of their boyfriend's cocks, and what it was like getting fucked.
I felt like something was wrong with me, because I wasn't turned on by their stories or watching the popular girls making out with boys. It wasn't because I didn't like boys or anything like that, but it just sounded and looked so dirty. I didn't have any dates while in junior high. When we entered high school I felt like I had to change to be more popular. I made up my find to find out what all of the fuss was about. There was so much peer pressure to be accepted that I felt like it was expected of me to put out, as they called it.
So, I did my best to hide my shyness and my desire to withdraw from groups by going overboard trying to make myself popular. I learned how to tell dirty jokes and use the nasty language to make myself sound "COOL." By my sophomore year when I was 15-years-old, I even started calling boys on the phone and engaging in sexual conversations with them. When I went out on dates with boys I allowed them to feel me up and kiss me as much as they wanted. I was reluctant to allow them to fuck me at first, so I masturbated them, until I worked up the nerve to suck my first cock.
I started getting a lot of dates because the word got around that I sucked cocks, even though I didn't like the taste of their flesh or cum. Eventually at the age of sixteen I allowed a boy to fuck me, as long as he used a condom. I confessed to Marcie that it always left me disappointed because the boys always did their thing and quit, leaving me feeling like I had missed something. When I was 17, I even allowed four guys to fuck me at the same time, in hopes that I would have the feelings the other girls described about having while being fucked. There must be something wrong with me because I don't enjoy sex like other girls. I found that most guys were only interested in their own needs, as soon as they cum, they want to leave. I felt like I was just a receptacle for cum. They might as well been fucking a rubber doll with a rubber hole. I faked orgasms, and talked dirty to them in hopes that they would ring my bell. I was always left with an empty feeling and had to resort to masturbating later to get off.
The only person I had a lasting relationship with was Donna, she and I had been friends all the way from grammar school. I had known she had an older sister, named Marcie, but we didn't meet until I was a senior in high school, and she was in college. She had come home from college for Easter vacation. When I met her I didn't think she was all that pretty, but there was something about her that made me think that she was very sexy. Of course I thought her breasts were magnificent. They were larger than mine, and large enough to draw attention, but not grossly large. They were firm and succulent.
She hugged me and kissed me on my bangs. Later she kissed me on my neck, followed by kissing me on my lips. The way she hugged me while she kissed me made me aware of how soft and lovely her breasts were. She pressed her breasts against my own 36-C breasts. I remember how flushed my cheeks were and my heart pounding against my chest. Her kiss became even more intense. When her hand briefly brushed against my left breast, my nipple responded like t had been touched with a live electrical wire.
My body quivered like I had stepped into a very cold freezer. I didn't move or object to her kiss. It was so much more intense than any kiss I had ever received from a male. She placed her hand on my breast and kneaded it like it was a ball of bread dough. It took my breath away. I sat there as she stuffed her hand down the front of my dress. The touch of her warm hand on the soft flesh of my left tit made my pussy tingle. I even moaned when she withdrew her hand. I wanted to tell her to continue playing with my tit, but her mouth was covering my mouth and her tongue was inside my mouth.
The same hand that had been playing with my tit was placed on the inside of my right knee, and was slowly moving up the inside of my thigh. I wanted to pull her hand up to my pussy, but she had her left arm around my back and grasping my upper left arm. And my right arm was trapped behind her back. I couldn't hold my ass still while waiting for her to get her hand on my panties. I was so excited that I swear I could smell the aroma of my own pussy mixed with moist smell of my rayon panties.
Marcie ran her hand up the front of my panties until she reached the elastic waistband, and forced her hand down the inside of my panties. I felt her fingers stroking my pubic hair until she found my wet clitoris. She played with it until I was panting for her to stick her fingers into my pussy.
Just when I thought she was going to make me cum she stopped, and made me stand up so that she could remove my clothes. When I was totally naked, she sat me back down on the couch. She knelt between my legs and spread them so that she could breathe on my pussy. Her breath made my pubic hair fibrate like leaves in a breeze. When she pressed her face against my pussy she placed both hands on my breasts.
No boy had ever eaten or sucked my pussy the way Marcie did. She pulled my butt right to the edge of the couch. To my surprise she stuck her nose right against my asshole and smelled it before she started licking and probing my asshole. She tongue fucked my cunt until I had the best climax I had ever had. Masturbation has never been that exciting.
While I lay there almost falling off of the couch Marcie stood up, and did an impromptu striptease for me.
I was fascinated by her body. She was a tall young woman and rather slender. Her hips were wide, but her breasts were her best feature. They were firm DD sized that didn't need a bra to support them. When my eyes were drawn to her pubic area I saw that she shaved all of her pubic hair off. I had to ask, "Why do you shave all of your pubic hair off?"
Marcie said, "Many of my girlfriends don't like getting hairs caught between their teeth or stuck on the back of their tongues!"
I hated that I giggled like an innocent school girl at the image of some girl complaining about a hair stuck between her teeth.
Marcie exerted her dominance over me by straddling my head and pressing her moist cunt against my face. While I licked and tongue fucked her pussy I could smell her warm flesh. I swallowed her pussy juice as fast as it trickled down my throat. She even reached back to stick her fingers up my pussy while I was eating her pussy. When she was about to cum she smashed her cunt against my face until I thought she was going to break my nose with her pubic bone. When she finished with her orgasm she dismounted, and we clung to each other while we talked about the benefits of sex with women. She told me that women were better lovers and understood what pleases women better than men. Eventually we had to get dressed before anyone returned.
Marcie and I got together several times during her vacation and during one of our conversations after sex: she let a few things slip that made me think that Donna and Marcie had also had sex with each other. Marcie and I had been talking about Donna, but not at all sexually or erotically.
Ten minutes later, Marcie and I were enjoying one another's body, I was using my tongue to stimulate Marcie's pussy; and Marcie was in the throes of passion, muttering something about...how much better I did that than Donna.
I didn't make the connection at that moment because I was heavily "involved" in other activities; but, later that day, I got to thinking. The next time Marcie and I were secretly on her bed "making out" I brought up the question. Marcie's face flushed red when she realized I had figured out the implications behind her emotional outburst about her sister while I had been eating her pussy. She acknowledged that she and Donna had been sexual a few times; but she hastened to add that Donna still considered herself a bisexual because she still has sex with boys.
Thinking about it, I realized that both of them had nice tits. They were probably their best features. I know Marcie's nipples got as hard as pencil erasers when I would suck and nibble on them. I wondered if Donna's nipples would respond the same way, but I was too shy to even discuss sex with my best friend, certainly not the fact that I knew that she was fooling around with her older sister. I pretended for almost a year that I didn't know about what they were doing, and hoping that Donna didn't figure out that I was also fooling around with Marcie.
It was rather foolish the way Donna eventually let me know that she knew about Marcie and me. One afternoon Donna kissed me differently than she had ever kissed me before. It was more passionate than she had ever kissed me before. Then she revealed that the night before Marcie had told her that she had been having sex with me for almost a year. Furthermore, Donna told me that Marcie had told her about how she had accidently made a slip months ago letting me know that she was having sex with her.
So, the ice was broken. Just the same, I felt awkward the first time I found my head buried between the spread legs of my best friend. I soon found, however, that the electricity produced was worth the preliminary feelings of discomfort. Donna and I discussed it weeks later, how we should relate to one another when we were with other classmates. We ultimately decided to keep our sexual relationship withheld from everyone else. Of course Marcie was included.
Donna and I would often share the details of the sex one of us had with Marcie, and we would masturbate each other while we embellished the sex with Marcie. I found it very erotic to watch Donna as she reached the heights of orgasms.
When Marcie returned home during the summer she brought along one of her classmates for a short visit. We found ways to be alone together, and when we were alone it was a tangle of legs, pussies and tits.
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