Beginnings, oral, Rom, f/f
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
Author's Note:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
Copyright 2017 Jan, all rights reserved
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Summer Meeting
By
Jan
I have been excited about meeting my new friend for several months. The problem has been that I am from Montgomery, Alabama and she is from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. We met on the internet and found that we had a lot in common. We are both fifteen- year-olds, and both of us have come to grips with the realization that we are lesbians.
My name is Elizabeth but everyone calls me Lizzy. I am a five-foot three, dirty blonde, with blue eyes and glasses. I'm most comfortable in flannel shirts, ripped jeans with a belt. And boots. I found my Canadian friend to be a-kindred spirt.
Joanie is a five-foot seven, with dark brown hair and eyes. She prefers to wear dress shirts, slacks and spit shined shoes. We found each other in a chat room and got to know each other and planning on making arrangements to get to gather, but before we could agree on a time and place she apparently had some problems with school and lost the use of her computer for some time.
I thought she had lost interest in me until I got an e-mail message assuring me that she had been punished for bad grades by losing the use of her computer until October. As soon as she was back online we conspired to meet. We convinced our parents to vacation at Yellowstone National Park. It took some doing to arrange for our families to get reservations for the same Week at the Lake Yellowstone Hotel.
We couldn't very well tell our families we had met on the internet and had been having cybersex with each other for months. It was our plan to pretend we meet for the first time at the hotel. Things worked better than expected because our families were assigned rooms on the same floor. Our parents had arranged for separate rooms for us.
We arrived at different times so I didn't get to find out if Joanie and her family had arrived until morning. We made our way down to breakfast and were eating when I saw Joanie and her family enter the dining room. We only smiled at each other during the meal. We didn't get a chance to talk until our families were on a bus tour of the park. It was all we could do to refrain from hugging and kissing each other right there on the bus.
We struck up a conversation like we had just met and before long we were chatting like old friends. We told each other about our families. Our families were pleased that we had found a friend. When we asked to be allowed to sleep together in the same room they just assumed it was the youthful girl's enthusiasm.
In truth, we had been masturbating in front of our computers for each other for months, so we were well aware of what each other looked like naked. The first night we got to share a bed was so exciting we undressed each other and smelling each item as we removed them. We wanted to imprint each other's odor on our minds forever. I had seen her naked many times, but never in person in full living color. I studied ever crease and imperfection, like the mole on her left hip.
We got to really kiss for the first time. I had been dreaming about this kiss for months and wanted it to go on forever. We were sticking our tongues into each other's mouth. I was breathing the air that she expelled through her nose. It was so exciting to be breathing the same air as her. I never felt closer to anyone as I did to her at that moment.
For the first time in my life I was masturbating someone other than myself. We lay on top of the bed next to each other and crossed our arms to fingerfuck each other. When we started to reach orgasm, it was all we could do to keep from crying out. After all, my parents were in the next room.
We spent almost every waking moment together. Our parents thought it was amazing that we got along so well. When we were not on the tour bus excursions with our families, we were in the hotel swimming pool, or hiking the trails in the mountains west of the hotel.
It took us a couple of days do more than hug and kiss on our hikes. We eventually worked up the nerve to actually have sex in the woods. We found a place where we felt that we had found a place where a day hiker wouldn't stumble in on us. It was far enough off the beaten path, and the rocky terrain would protect us from being discovered.
We removed our shorts and shirts and our underwear. We placed our clothes on a relatively flat rock so that they would protect our bare flesh from the rough surfaces of the rock.
It was thrilling to lay on top of her and suck on her tits like a greedy pig. We had worked up a sweat hiking up the trail, so we were covered with salty sweat. I tasted her sweat as I licked my way down the middle of her body on my way too her pussy. When I reached her pubic garden, I felt the coarse tentacles of her black pubic hair under my tongue. I used my tongue to seek out her clitoris in the folds of her labia minora and suck on it until she was squirming through an orgasm.
I was in love with her beyond belief and I wanted to prove it to her. I told her that I wanted to know and remember everything about her. Having said that I pushed my index finger up her asshole and jilled her until she had second orgasm. When I withdrew my finger from her ass I smelled my finger and even tasted my finger.
Joanie may have been shocked by my behavior at first, but she got over it quickly enough. She rolled me over onto my back and started kissing me. I tried to resist the way she was restraining me, but she was stronger. She told me that she loved my southern accent, but I denied that I had an accent. She responded by laughing, and repeating the way I say "You-all" as if it was one word.
She had continued to masturbate me while we were talking. Just as I was about to cum she withdrew her finger and demanded that I confess that I was in love with her.
I grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her hand back to my pussy. I pleaded with her, "Please, please, please!"
"Tell me that you love me!"
"I love you more than anything, Joanie!"
She pressed her lips against my lips, and placed one hand on my left tit, and returned to masturbating me with the other hand. She jilled me until I had a strong orgasm that was so strong that when she removed her finger I let go and pissed in an arc that landed on the ground in front of the rock. As the flow decreased the arc deminished until my clothes under me got wet.
We had to remain there under the sun, until my shorts were dry. When we finally got dressed and made our way back down the hill before dinner. I was well aware that my shorts smelled of urine, even if no one smelled it as I made my way to the room. I showered and changed clothes before joining our families to the evening meal.
Joanie was very flirtatious during the meal. She was rubbing my leg with her foot under the table. I was very embarrassed and blushed like a little girl having been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
It was heart wrenching having to say good bye to Joanie at the end of the week. Our communications returned to chatrooms after bedtime. On one hand watching her masturbate was all we had, but we had exchanged underwear before parting, so we could smell each other's crotch while masturbating, but I still craved the feel of her flesh against my face. We promised our undying love for each other, and assured each other that as soon as were turn eighteen that we would get together and even marry each other.
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