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I was just 15, a sophomore in high school.
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A very late "bloomer" both physically and socially, I was quite shy,
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because of my immature body and my lack of social graces. I had had
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several dates, though nothing very serious. My breasts had just become
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full, blooming at last from the little nubs I had lived with for some
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time. They had, at last, assumed a breast shape, so admired in
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magazines. Small, pink, pointed nipples that got so hard sometimes,
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like tiny, little diamonds, and so very sensitive, aching to be
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touched. My breasts, though full and shapely, were small, but my
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figure was developed. Very well shaped legs and full, rounded hips
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with a slender waist. Physically, the end result was a woman with
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small breasts. This would plague me most of my life. I did learn to
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live with it, though, and to become not so overly sensitive about it.
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The thing that bothered me at this time of my life, however, was the
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almost total lack of pubic hair. There was a bit of blonde fuzz in a
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patch right at the top of the slit, but other than that, I looked just
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as I had all my life. It was really frustrating to me that having
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finally achieved the breasts I had longed for so long, my body
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would play its joke on me by failing to give me the mark of a real
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woman. This, being a very private place, wouldn't have bothered me
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so much, except for the rule in California that students would have to
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take P.E. classes through all 4 years of high school. Picture a very
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large class of teens in various stages of secondary sexual development,
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all in a huge locker room after having showered, (another requirement).
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Most girls were fully developed in all ways. Some freshmen, of course,
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had a ways to go, but that was accepted as a normal part of life. In
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my case, I had most of the attributes of a woman, but seriously lacked
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in just one very obvious area, and as such, was the object of some
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amusement to some of the girls. I tried so many things to cover up in
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these periods, but it got to the point that I actually hated the class.
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I was so sensitive about it that it began to affect my social life.
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One day my best friend, Carolyn, asked me to stay overnight with her.
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This was a thing we did whenever we could and was a nice thing for both
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of us. We could talk about boys and pretend that we knew so much more
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than we really did about sex and life. We would listen to records and
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just lie around in our nightgowns and giggle and talk. It was always a
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pleasant experience having her over to my house for the night or for
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her to have me over to her house.
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I went home after school, got my things together and went to Carolyn's
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house. On this particular occasion, however, things were just a little
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different. Her parents had parked a "mobile home," what we today would
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call an RV, out in the back of the house. It was quite large, having its own bath,
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a full bedroom, small living room, etc. After dinner and a few pleasantries with her parents, we retired to the RV.
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Typically, the dress for one of these 'sleep overs' would be modest
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cotton nighties. However, Carolyn, after going to the bath to change,
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came out in a pink baby doll outfit. I knew she had one, because she
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had shown it to me a while before, but I had never seen it on her. I
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must have appeared to have been shocked, because she just smiled at me
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and followed the motion of my eyes as I looked with envy at her
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beautiful breasts.
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The look on her face was something that lives on in my memory. The
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expression was at the same time knowing and shy. The ageless Mona
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Lisa smile of a woman with something on her mind. I wondered at this
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turn of events, was a bit bothered in fact, but I had no inkling of
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what was to come. I know now the feeling was sexual, but at the time I
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honestly didn't have any frame of reference from which to compare it.
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I just knew I felt funny and a bit uncomfortable.
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I stepped into the bathroom to put on my old cotton. I brushed my
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hair, brushed my teeth and generally got ready for the evening. As I
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looked at myself in the mirror, I recalled the look on her face and had
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to wonder again what that look meant. As I peered at my reflection, I
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noticed my own nipples were very erect and pushing against the cotton
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of the nightgown. My cheeks were very flushed.
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"Why did she look at me like that? What was in that look? Why am I
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feeling so nervous now? Why are my nipples so hard and so excited?
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What is happening to me?"
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I returned to the bedroom to find her laying on her side, once again
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looking at me. I was fully conscious of the possible sexual
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implications then, and knew I was blushing, because she told me to
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relax and to take it easy. She opened a drawer, removed a yellow
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bundle, handed it to me and told me to put it on. Now, she didn't live
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in that RV, so I knew she must have put that little bundle there before
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we came out. I took it and looked at it. It was soft and silky. I
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went back to the bath, took off my nightgown and, standing there naked,
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saw what I had. It was the softest, prettiest, filmiest little nightie
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I had ever seen. Made of the softest silk, it was nearly transparent.
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It was WONDERFUL! So sensual, so sexy, so grown up. I had never seen
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anything so lovely in my life.
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Standing there naked, holding this bit of filmy wonder, I looked again
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at my own body. My nipples felt like they were ready to burst now.
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So hard. Like little diamonds. The feelings that were coming to me
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from between my legs were almost too much to bear. The fact that
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Carolyn had given me this to put on removed any doubt from my mind of
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what she had in her mind. The excitement coursing through my veins was
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almost more than I could bear. Visions of her body danced through my
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head. Of what we were going to do.
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I slipped the top over my head, feeling the smoothness flow down my
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body. Stepping into the little panties was like stepping into a cloud.
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When I had them on, I pulled them up tight and looked in the mirror.
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The fabric was clinging to me in such a way that the lips were outlined
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as if there were nothing at all there. The silk was semi-transparent.
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Everything was visible. Then confusion and fear. What do you do
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anyway with a girl? I'd never even thought about sex with a girl
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before. What if I do it wrong? What if I'd read her wrong? What if I
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do something to make her think I was a pervert or something? Getting
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myself together to go out into the bedroom was nearly all that I could
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do. I was scared, excited, filled with curiosity, fear, shame -- all
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emotions mixed up together.
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I emerged from the bath and saw her again, laying the same way. I knew
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I hadn't misread her. Her body was outlined by the material of her
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nightie, too, and I saw her fully, for the first time as a woman. Her
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breasts were full, round and beautifully shaped. Her waist was tiny,
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swelling into round, womanly hips. The whole picture was one of
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womanly sensuality. Where before she was my closest confidant and best
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friend, now she was a sexual image - and that excited me.
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I walked to her and sat down at the edge of the bed. She was still
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looking at me, and by now I was just looking back. Our eyes met and
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held each other. No shyness, no pretenses now. We both knew what was
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going to happen, and we both anxiously wanted it. We both knew this
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was supposed to happen.
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She said I looked very pretty in yellow. I told her it made me feel
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beautiful. She said, "You are beautiful," and put her hand on my
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shoulder. Her fingers slid down the strap of the nightie, trailing
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down to my very erect nipple. She ran her finger very lightly around
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the hardness. I forgot to breathe. It literally took my breath away.
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The feeling was exquisite.
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By the time I caught my breath, she was very lightly rubbing my whole
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breast with her hand. The nightie slid around between her hand and my
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breast. I very tentatively reached out to touch her. As my fingers
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traced her outline, I began to feel a little lightheaded. Her breasts
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were very warm and firm and soft at the same time. And her nipples
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were hard like mine.
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It seemed like my pussy was throbbing. I felt the ache deep inside me.
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The sensations of touching and being touched in such a forbidden, but
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compelling way was too much for me. I laid back on the bed. She asked
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if I was OK and could she help. She was on her side, holding herself
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up with one hand. I said I was fine now, and she could help by letting
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me put my hands under her nightie and touching her naked body. She sat
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up on her hip and lifted the top over her head. Her breasts blossomed
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forth. Even though I had seen naked girls before in P.E., I had never
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really looked at such close range at any other naked breasts, much less
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touch them. She leaned back over me. They were right there in front
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of my face.
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I could smell her body, her perfume and powder. They say the sense of
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smell is the strongest, and it must be so. I can still smell those
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wonderful smells today.
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I reached up and touched a nipple very gently, then the other. I
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rolled one between thumb and forefinger. They were so hard. Pink and
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soft, yet so hard. I gave one nipple a pinch.
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"Do it harder," she said.
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As I did, she leaned closer to me. Almost by instinct, I began to kiss
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the nearest nipple, then took it in my mouth, sucking gently, then
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harder. First one, then the other. I began to kiss and lick her
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entire breasts. They were very full and white, which highlighted her
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deep pink nipple even more. It was all so very exciting - and felt so
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natural, so loving.
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She was straddling me by now rubbing her pussy against mine. She sat
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back and pushed my nightie top up. She pinched my nipples and leaned
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over to suck them until I thought they would pop. I could hear myself
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groaning. We rolled over and lay facing each other. We rubbed our
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tits against each other, and the entire front of our bodies were
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pressed tightly together. I was sure I could feel her pubic hair
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rubbing against my leg. She reached around and began squeezing the
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cheeks of my ass. Closeup images of her breasts danced through my mind
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along with the wonderful sensations I was feeling.
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In a very smooth movement, she started to pull the panties over my
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hips. Instinctively, I grabbed for the front of them to keep them on.
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I saw that look from her again and happily let go. I kept my legs
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close together, though, and rolled over onto my back. She said to
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close my eyes and enjoy the sensations. She began stroking the front
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of my pussy. I was a little embarrassed, because I was almost naked of
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any hair. I knew what she was seeing, because I had looked at myself
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very closely with a mirror many times when I had been exploring my
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body. My pussy was very plump at the outer lips, and the inner lips
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were always pink and wet and protruding. Once, when very excited, I
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had seen my clitoris. She was gently stroking my pussy with her
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fingers. She slid one finger into the front of the slit, and at the
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same time, turned her hand sideways to open up my legs. I felt the
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pressure of her hand, and slowly, I opened my legs a little. I felt a
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rush of cool air surround my pussy. Her finger penetrated deeper to
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rub back and forth in the slit. I realized I was lifting my hips
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trying to get more of me in contact with that lovely finger. I opened
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my legs further, all pretense gone now. I wanted her touch now more
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than anything.
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At last I felt her finger contact that wonderful, little "pool of
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wetness" that I knew I had. Just between my lips, down low, right at
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the opening to my body. My lips kept it there, waiting for a finger to
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touch, so it could do it's job and get everything really wet. She
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moved her finger a little before I felt it slowly enter me. I had put
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my own finger in me before, but it never felt like this. Deeper and
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deeper into me it slid. I had never gone this deep before. I felt it
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move in, then out of me.
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Then she did the most incredible thing. She pressed her mouth against
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my pussy, licking and sliding her tongue up and down in my slit. Her
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finger was still in me, making the nicest, wettest noises. I felt her
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tongue go up and down my slit, lingering at the top, trying to make
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full contact with my clitoris. She moved a bit, and I spread my legs
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more, wanting, waiting. She found it with the tip of her tongue. I
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never knew I could feel feelings like this. Waves washed over me again
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and again. Her finger was still in me, but I don't think I felt it
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anymore. The orgasm rushed through me repeatedly. I thought I was in
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heaven. It was sheer ecstasy. I KNEW I was in heaven. My pussy was
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the center of my being. All thought of pretext was gone, and I pulled
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my legs back and opened them further, begging for more.
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She said yes, but first she wanted me to do something to her, that her
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pussy was aching after playing with mine. In a daze, I watched as she
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stood up and pulled down her panties. I wanted to do it for her, but
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was too fascinated at seeing her naked pussy to say anything. She
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quickly lay back down, legs spread lewdly for me.
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Her pussy was thinly covered with light blonde hair. It smelled so
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musky. I reached up and rubbed my hand over her mound. Her pussy hair
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was very moist and soft, and I ran my fingers through it. I slid my
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finger into the front of her slit. She groaned and shoved her hips
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forward. I pulled her lips apart and saw up inside her pussy. Her
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inner lips were tiny where mine were large, and she was not as pink as
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I. But she was very wet, and her clitoris was swollen and wet. It
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looked a lot like mine, but a little more pointed.
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As soon as I touched it, she started groaning. I stroked it, pushing
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the skin back and forth. It seemed to be getting bigger. She spread
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her legs even more, her pussy lips spreading a little with them. I
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stuck my tongue up into her cunt, and when I began licking and sucking
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on her clit, her moans began in earnest. Her taste, her aroma was just
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as I suspected, so similar to my own. Her hips bucked on the bed, and
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I had to hold on to keep contact with her.
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My finger found her vagina, and slowly, I inserted it, feeling the
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wetness and slipperyness that I had only felt before when I had touched
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myself. Slowly, pushing into her, I remembered feeling that when she
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did it to me, I knew that it went further than I was able to do it
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myself. Deeper and deeper into her I went, feeling textures that I had
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never felt before. I felt that she was feeling things for the very
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first time, too, like I had just moments before.
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Her hips bucked, and I watched with fascination as my finger moved in
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her. So very close. Licking now and then the wetness that I saw. Her
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clitoris fascinated me as it winked at me from between the folds of her
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lips. I would lick and touch it when I could, but maintained most of
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the contact with my finger.
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I somehow knew that she was ready, so I put my whole mouth on her.
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Taking her clitoris between my lips, I sucked and licked it, pulling
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her inner lips up into my mouth when I could. I must have had contact
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with every part of her pussy that was possible. She nearly screamed
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with pleasure, bucking and moving her hips all around. I kept with
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her, feeling with her the waves of orgasm that I knew she was feeling.
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That turned me on even more. After she came, we lay side by side in
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bed. The quiet peace of wonder. I looked at her, and she smiled that
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same smile - and I understood.
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NOTE:
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After that we became even closer as friends, but, strangely enough, we
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never discussed that night. I know I wasn't embarrassed. In fact, I
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revelled in the memories. And I never noticed any embarrassment from
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her, either. We just never discussed something that seemed so natural
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and loving. Yet I remember it distinctly and fantasize a great
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deal at both the memories and the fantasies that experience produced in
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my mind.
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Carolyn and I had just one more occasion together like that. It
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happened some time later, just after I had married, and just after my
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husband had left on a Navy cruise. If anything, the next time was far
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more exciting and erotic than the first, but this is the one that I
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will remember always. The details are with me all the time. I can
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bring this picture up in such great detail any time I wish.
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