Gay Solos

First Time

My first time was as a junior in high school. Had gone camping with
my best buddy. We were alone up in the mountains and discussing
many of our supposed “conquests” with all the girls in school.
Both of us were taking Psychology classes at the time and had been
hypnotized by our instructor and we decided that we would try and
hypnotize each other that night. Well…one thing led to another
and before you knew it we were taking turns “hynotizing” each other
into stroking our cocks as though we were alone in our beds at home.

I can not speak for my buddy, but I for one was TRUELY
hypnotized! At least I was absolutely TRANSFIXXED! when he
unzipped his sleeping bag and exposed the first hard dick I had
ever seen on another man!!

Please don’t ask what silly “hypnotic ploys” we used on each other
to finally work each others cocks into our mouths, just take my word
for the fact that “playing Pyschologist” literally beats the pants
off of “playing Doctor” anyday!

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I don’t know, but for some reason I always felt different. The other girls in my

class were all starting to go boy-crazy and I just didn’t get it. I dated a

little, kissing, getting felt up, but it never really seemed to be as interesting

as the other girls made it out to be. It wasn’t as if the boys weren’t

interested in me. I have dark red hair and a fair complexion. The boys all

considered me pretty, even though I thought my breasts were still too small and

my butt too big.

But still, I just never found boys all that interesting. I had guy friends, it

wasn’t like I didn’t like guys, but I just didn’t like them the way all my female

friends semed to. I started to worry that I might be gay. I knew that there

were a lot of people in my small town who disapproved of homosexuality. And I

was raised to think that it was wrong to like somebody your own gender, that way.

So when I started to find myself attracted to the other girls in my class, I got

very worried. I became depressed and moody and started to shut myself off from

my friends.

One day, after gym class, I was changing in the locker room and noticed Terry.

She was very tall, almost six foot. She had flowing dark brown hair halfway down

her arched back and a trim, athletic build. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

She had just started school here, she had moved in from Colorado. She was

lovely. At night, when I couldn’t control myself any longer, and started to

touch myself, it was her angelic face that was in my mind’s eye.

It didn’t take long for me to develop a giant crush on Terry. I was thinking

about her day and night. But I was so ashamed, I kept it to myself, withdrew

even further into myself. My parents made me see a psychiatrist and what few

friends I still had were very worried about me.

I started to feel more and more ashamed of myself. I caught myself staring at

the other girls in the locker room almost on a regular basis. And in the shower,

I’d watch them soaping up their bodies and rinsing themselves in the hot, steamy

water. There was a shower stall that was around a corner and you couldn’t see

into and I’d sneak off in there and put my fingers on my hot little pussy and

masturbate furiously and try to squelch my moans. I always tried to not get

caught. But I was worried that sooner or later, one of them would catch me.

Then, something happened. It was after shcool. It was two days until Christmas

vacation and things were slowing down. Most of the kids were vacationing with

their parents early and school was almost deserted. I went to get my stuff out

of my locker before leaving. When I opened it, a note fell out. I looked around

before I picked it up. I opened it and read what it said, “I saw you. I know.”

It felt like I had been hit in the stomach. I felt sick and ran to the girls

room to throw up. I tried to regain my composure, but every time I thought I was

just about calmed down again, I’d start to cry or shake. I was at least thankful

that I had the bathroom to myself. The next day, I faked sick so I wouldn’t have

to got to school and face it. Since my parents were at work and my sister and

brothers were all at school, I was alone in the house. I couldn’t make up my

mind if it was a good thing or not. I was alone, but that left me with no

distractions. I worried all day and then I started to cry again. I ran to my

room and put my face into my pillows to keep from beig heard should anybody come

home early. Who was it that had seen me? What would they do? They’d probably

get their friends together and beat me up. Or report me to the guidance

counselor, who’d probably tell my parents. They already had me going to

thearapy, they’d probably send me to a nuthouse if they knew I was looking at the

other girls in the showers.

All through Christmas vacation, I worried about it. I was a wreck and my parents

were loosing patience with me. They were not tolerent in any sense of the word.

They wanted me to straighten up and start acting like a normal sixteen-year-old.

And I could hardly get out of bed in the morning.

Finally, vacation ended and I had to go back to school. I went through the first

three classes constantly worried. I was a nervous wreck. I couldn’t pay

attention and got yelled at by two teachers, which made it even worse. I tried

to keep my eyes to myself, but eventually, I started looking around, to see if

anybody was looking at me. I knew in my head that they were all watching me,

the little dyke. They were all looking for some oppurtunity to do whatever it

was they were planning to do. But whenever I looked around, I didn’t see

anything unusual. Just a bunch of teenagers annoyed at being back at school

after a vacation.

Then it was time for fourth period, gym class. On my way, I was so nervous I

stopped in the bathroom to try to calm down. But it didn’t help any. In the

locker room, I kept my eyes to myself and didn’t do anything that I thought might

make me look suspicious, but I was still worried. After the class was over, I

avoided going into the locker room until the other girls had left. Lunch was

next, so I didn’t have to worry about missing class. I was starting to think

that maybe it was just some kind of practical joke. Just somebody messing with

my head and that I was just reading too much into it.

I was changing at my locker. I was wearing nothing other than a pair of cotton

panties when somebody came up from behind me and slipped a blindfold around my

eyes.

“Shh. Don’t say anything.” It was a calm voice, but I didn’t know it off hand.

She tied the blindfold around me. I started to turn and she said, “No, stay

still, Molly.” Then I felt soft, warm hands reaching around me. They were so

hot, and I was so frightened, I thought my body would melt under her touch. They

slowly moved up my body and to my small breasts, cupping them and pinching my

nipples very gently. Through my fright, I barely heard a very soft moan and

realized it was my voice.

She started to kiss me softly. First on my shoulders and neck, then she tilted

my head to her and took my lips to her mouth. I was shuddering and terrified,

but I could feel my panties getting damp.

“Don’t cry. Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be afraid of, Molly. I saw you

looking at me, at all the girls. I knew what you were doing in the shower and

every time I’d finger my pussy late at night, I thought about you doing it.

About you looking at the girls, at me, and touching yourself, putting your hands

inside those pubes of yours. You know, I love redheads… I thought about you

stroking your clit and how much I wanted to suck your nipples and put my tongue

inside you, taste you and make you cum hard. About what I’d do to you if I ever

got the chance. And then I decided to make my own oppurtunity. So I put the note

in your locker. I was hoping I’d get to see you the next day, but you didn’t

come to school. I masturbated for hours that night, thinking about you…”

Finally, I spoke, “W-w-who are you? Tell me.”

“No. Not yet anyway.” There was a faint hint of a giggle when she said it and

again I felt her hands on my body, pulling me closer to her. God! She felt so

hot! She pressed her body up against my back and started running her hands up

and down me very, very slowly. She was still clothed, but I could feel the heat

coming off her, it wasn’t just my fright, which was now almost gone. It was her,

she radiated heat. Her whole body. I couldn’t belive she could keep from

bursting into flames. It seemed to come off her in waves, nearly searing my

naked flesh. Again, she kissed me. Her mouth was like velvet and even hotter

than her body. Gently, she probbed my mouth with her tongue. It moved into my

mouth and began to caress my own. I could feel the liquid heat between my legs.

Like just before I would cum when I fingered myself. Except it was hotter. It

was more intense than anything I had ever felt. The girl kept kissing me, deeper

and more passionatly. She had the back of my head in her hand and was running

her fingers through my hair. Then all, of a sudden, I felt a little pulling

sensation, almost imperceptable. I heard a soft click. By the time I had gotten

the blindfold off, she was gone. She had taken a lock of my hair.

I was going to get my clothes on and try to find her, but I realized I had other,

more pressing matters to attend to first. My white panties were soaked with the

juice from my pussy. I was hot and needed a release. I went to the showers and

found my favorite stall. I stripped my panties off and started the water. I

took a second to sniff my panties before I got in the hot water and couldn’t

believe it. They were stronger than ever and were soaked clean through. I

stepped into the steaming water and put my hands at my little pussy immediately.

I rubbed my clit like a madwoman, my other hand plunging its fingers deep inside

before I even realized that I was doing it. My insides were clutching at my hand

and I felt something start in my belly. It was a second or two before I realized

that it was an oragasm. I had cum before, but nothing like this. It seemed to

wash over me and melt my entire body in waves of pleasure. I felt like I was

drowning in a warm sea of it. I rode it out and stifled my cries by shoving my

mouth against my shoulder while my hands kept violating my own body. Finally, it

happened, the oragasm came and I collapsed onto the tiles, my pussy still

grasping obscenely at the two fingers left inside.

Needless to say, the rest of the day, I was much more relaxed.

A couple of days went by without event. There were times when I almost convinced

myself it had all just been a dream. The note, the blindfold, the girl, the

heat, cumming in the shower. But I had bruises on my knees and arms from falling

in the shower. And every time I brushed my hair, I could feel that there was a

lock missing.

At night, I would bury my hands in my pussy and my mouth at my shoulder. Or my

pillow. Or a stuffed animal. Or just twist my face up in knots and try to keep

from yelling and crying out loud at the pleasure my hands and dirty thoughts were

giving me. I no longer cared that what I was doing or thinking was a sin

according to my upbringing. At church on Sunday, I went through all the motions

and pretended eveything was normal. But later that day my brother pulled me

aside.

“What’s up with you Molly?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been acting weird lately. Even for you.”

“No I haven’t. And you oughta mind your own business.”

“I would, but I can hear you crying and moaning at night through the wall. My

room is right on the other side of that wall, you know. What are you doing in

there?”

“Nothing. Leave me alone.”

“Oh,” He said with a look of realization coming across his face. “You better not

let mom or dad catch you, Molly. They’d finally ship you off to the looney bin

like they should’ve already.”

“Fuck you!”

He reached to slap me, and then he thought better of it. Even though my parents

were not too happy with me lately, they’d still take my word over his on

anything.

“You just watch yourself.”

That night, the euphoria I had been in for the last few days was shattered and I

cried myself to sleep, careful not to make any noise at all. My face was buried

so deep in my pillows I could barely breathe, but I gradually learned not to make

any noise.

Monday, I was back at school. I went to my locker to get my history book, my

favorite subject. I opened my locker and there on top of my stuff was another

note, slipped in through the vent slots. It was written on silky red paper with

black ink. It was the same writing as the first note. I instantly felt my

crotch grow damp.

I waited until I got home that day and was alone. I locked the door to my room

and sat on my bed. I started to read. Her writing was beautiful. She was

telling me how beautiful she thought I was and how she dreamed of me and wanted

me so badly. Nobody had ever said these kind of things to me, never expressed

such warmth or passion towards me and I didn’t know what to think. I had always

felt worthless and ugly and ignored. And now here was this girl I whose name I

didn’t even know. Whose face I hadn’t seen. And she was telling me how crazy

she was about me. Something rose up deep inside me, from a very dark place and

told me that this was wrong, that this was a girl and I shouldn’t have those

thoughts about a girl. Then all of a sudden that was pushed away. Because I

read the next line.

She wanted to meet me. Alone. Some place private.

The next day I found another note with the time and the place. The woods at the

edge of town. That Friday night. That night I held the notes in one hand while

my other hand rubbed and clutched madly at my pussy. I smelled the perfume on

the paper and ran its surface over my naked chest and neck and shoved my mouth

hard against my bare, trembling shoulder until my hand finished its work and I

came. I fell asleep that way, the love letters in one hand, clutched to my small

breasts, the other hand tucked away inside my wet crotch.

And that was the way my older sister found me the next day.

She was astonished. She came into my room to wake me up and found me naked, I

had kicked off half my covers in the night. My hand was between my legs and

there was still a large wet spot on my sheets from what I had done to myself.

She closed the door quickly behind her. I turned bright red and almost began

crying until I realized she wasn’t mad at me, she was worried.

“Molly, what is going on?”

“Nothing, I just-”

“Save it. I’m not mad at you and I’m not going to tell mom or dad or anybody.

I’m just worried about you. I am your sister, you know.”

I hid the letters immediately, even though she had seen them. I still didn’t

want her to read them, though. “I was just uhm, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said with smile. “And I do it too. You don’t need to feel

embarassed, Molly. A lot of girls do that. So what have you got there that’s

getting you so hot and bothered? Love letters?”

“Um, yeah, kinda.”

“Must have been pretty hot. Who is he?”

“No ‘he’,” I said before I even realized what I had done.

“No ‘he’, huh? What, is it several guys? Let me guess, you’re dating the whole

basketball team, right?”

I blushed and tried to hide my face and not look at my sister.

“C’mon, who is he?”

“It’s not a he,” I said. This time I knew exactly what I was doing. I had to

tell somebody, finally.

“C’mon, if it’s not a he then-” she broke off, a look of suprise filling her

face. “Oh my god, it’s,” now she went to a whisper, “a girl?”

“Yes.”

“Oh god, Molly, a girl? You’re gay?”

“Yes. Don’t tell anybody, please. Mom and dad would kill me. I-” I broke off

and started to cry. The next thing I know, she had her arms around me.

“Don’t cry, okay? I won’t tell anybody. How long have you know you were,

y’know, that way?”

Through my sniffling, I said, “I don’t know. A long time.”

“God, Molly. You kept this to yourself? No wonder you’ve been such a wreck.”

“Yeah, you’re the first person I’ve told.”

“Well, I guess this girl knows,” she said, pointing at the letters behind my

back. “Who is she?”

“I don’t know. She wouldn’t tell me her name. She wants me to meet her tomorrow

night in the woods outside town.”

“Are you gonna go?”

“I don’t know.”

“You ought to, if you like her.”

“Would you cover for me, with mom and dad?”

“Hey, what’re big sisters for?”

I kept to myself that day. Then, at the end of the day, there was note in my

locker again. Again, I waited till I got home and was alone before I opened it.

She wrote about how beautiful my I looked in the showers that day. She said she

could see my body when she closed her eyes, like a ghost in her mind. She told

me how much she wanted to kiss me again and rub her hands and mouth all over my

naked flesh. I got up and wozily walked to my door to double-check the lock.

Then I moved my dresser in front of the door, too. And hour later, I stumbled

downstairs to dinner, flushed and barely able to walk. My sister noticed and

gave me a coy smile. I grinned and went bcak upstairs to do my homework.

Friday, I was nervous again. Not for the same reasons I had been nervous before.

this time I was nervous about meeting her and what would happen. But I was very

happy, too. My friends noticed it, too. Beth asked me what was going on. I gave

her the same smile I gave my sister and said, “What, is there some law against a

girl being happy?”

Franky spoke up and said, “There is when it’s you. You’re always Miss

Doom-and-Gloom.”

“Fuck you, Franky.”

“Any time, gorgeous.”

I laughed and went to history class.

After school, I went home to change. I put on tight jeans and a flowing blouse.

No bra.

I snuck out under the pretenses of studying with Beth and Franky. I planned to

study, but it wasn’t going to be the Pythagoreum Theorum or even the Civil War

tonight. Tonight I was going to study biology. The female body, in particular.

I went to the spot in the woods she had told me and sat down. It was almost

sunset. I sat on a large, flat rock and watched it go down. I had thought to

bring a flashlight, luckily. And I know these woods like the back of my hand. I

used to play here all the time as a little girl. My black denim jacket wasn’t

much protection agains the Pennsylvania winter, though. I started to get

impatient, and was just about to leave, thinking she had chickened out when I

heard a voice from up in tree, say, “Put the flashlight down, Molly.”

I did and heard her climbing down fromher perch. She had been there the whole

time. She hugged me and she didn’t even feel cold at all, even though she had

been out longer than me. In fact, she felt hot, just like she had in the locker

room. I still couldn’t see her face and I asked her again who she was.

“You don’t know?” she asked, a little suprised?

“No, you wouldn’t tell me.”

“I thought you knew. You came all the way out here in the cold and the dark and

you didn’t even know who I was?”

“Yes. Please tell me.”

She took her flashlight out of her coat, pointed it at her face and turned it on.

It was Terry, the girl from Colorado. She leaned forward and kissed me again,

that velvet mouth moving over mine with even more passion that before. I held

her tightly and kissed her back. I think I had known who she was. I don’t

really know how, but I think I had known. I think, mostly, I just wanted to look

at her face again before we kissed. She moved her hands up and down my back as

our tongues danced in each others mouths. I held her head in my hands, pulling

it towards mine, towards my mouth. She broke it off.

“Come with me. You’ll freeze to death out here.”

“Where are we going?”

“To my house.”

I was afraid, but I went with her. She held my hand and told me how beautiful I

looked in the moonlight. We got to her house. We went in and she introduced me

to her parents! I couldn’t beleive it. She introduced me as her new girlfriend!

And then she took my hand and led me to her room.

She led me into her room and we sat on her bed. She smiled. We talked for a

little while about school and stuff like that. She reached over and held my hand

in hers and I thought my heart would jump out of my chest. It was incredible.

She went to the kitchen and got some popcorn and grabbed video on her way back

up. While she was gone, I looked arounnd her room. She had all the same CD’s

and books I did. It made me grin when I realized that. It meant, at least to

me, we had something in common other than just a physical attraction.

She came back in just as I was going through her bookcase. “See anything you

like?” I turned around, a little embarrassed, and she just stood there witha big

smile on her face and a bowl or popcorn in her arm.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to spy or anything.”

“Why do you think I left you alone? Silly.”

She put the tape in her VCR. It was Empire Stikes Back. We both made fun of the

same lines and made the same jokes at the screen, then we cracked up about that.

She cuddled up against me and took my hand in hers and laid her head on my

shoulder as we watched the movie. That was it. That galaxy far away was long

forgotten. We sat through the rest of the movie and I don’t think I heard one

line after they landed on Bespin. My mind was buzzing with thoughts of Terry.

And here she was, right here with me and she wanted to do the same things. I

didn’t feel like a pervert anymore. I didn’t feel bad about the feelings I was

having, because she was having them, too.

I looked into her eyes and moved in and kissed her softly on the lips. This was

it. This was what I had been waiting for. She reached behind me and took off my

jacket and we kept kissing, more and more passionately. She moved her hands

across my back and I did the same thing to her. I put my hands under her shirt

and ran them slowly up her back. It felt like it was on fire and she moaned

loudly into my neck as I touched her.

She got up off the floor and held her hand out to me. I reached up and she

helped me up and led me to her bed and we sat down.

She untucked my blouse from my jeans and moved her hands up my sides, under my

arms, around my back and then back to bring them to my breasts again. She rolled

my hard nipples between her thumbs and index fingers and I cried out in spite of

myself. I was getting wet now, I could feel it seeping out of me. I kissed

Terry harder and pulled her t-shirt off and took her breasts in my trembling

hands. They were just a little bigger than mine and very firm. The skin was so

soft and smooth, like the finest porcelin.

“Put them in your mouth.”

As nervous as I was, I couldn’t do anything other than put my mouth to her

beautiful breasts. I took her left nipple to my lips and sucked it like a baby.

She moaned loudly into the back of my neck and the heat of her moist breath sent

delicious shivers up and down my spine. Her hands were on my back, tracing

delicate lines up and down my spine while I sucked her nipples and licked at the

flesh around them and I was in heaven.

She pushed me back and with a wicked smile said, “Your turn.” She slowly

unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it back from my chest. She bent down and put

that firey mouth on my left nipple and I had to stifle my cries of pleasure into

her flowing, dark mane of hair. It smelled like rain and strawberries. I took a

big lungful in while she renewed her attack on my naked chest. My panties were

soaked again and I could feel a small spot of the denim of my jeans grow damp.

My breasts were slick and glistenig with her hot saliva, now cooling in the

chilly room.

Slowly, she laid me down on her bed and moved over me, kissing her way up from my

waist to my lips, putting her soft hands all over me. Sending her heat through my

skin and into my brain. My mind was on fire for her. I could feel the begining

tingles of sweat cropping up on my shivering flesh. She lifted my arm and began

to lick the sweat from under it. I moaned and instantly tried to stop myself.

She moved up and held my face in her hands and stroked my cheek told me I didn’t

have to be quiet. “My parents know why you’re here. And the door’s locked.

Make all the noise you wa-”

I silenced her by grabbing her head and forcing her mouth to mine. We kissed and

rubbed our naked chests together. Her whole body was hot. I still couldn’t get

over it, the heat coming off of her naked skin. It was the middle of January.

The room was freezing. She should be like ice, but she wasn’t. She was so hot

that she was making me sweat underneath her.

She pulled back. She grabbed my belt and said, “I want to taste you, Molly. I

want to put my tongue inside you.”

I just lay there for a moment, uncertain what to do next. Astonished at her

dirty talk. Then I snapped out of it and smiled and lewdly undid my pants for

her. Slowly, so slowly I thought my mind would over-heat, she eased my jeans

down my thighs, her soft hands brushing against my now-naked skin on their way

down. She pulled off my shoes and finished taking my pants off. She took my

right leg in her hands and took off my sock. And then she began planting soft,

small kisses on my bare feet. She began licking my toes and then sucking on

them. I hadn’t expected anything like this. I gasped, my eyes wide. She looked

down at me and smiled and I knew it was alright and closed my eyes again and let

her work her way up my foot and then up my calf and then my thigh. She started

to lick my skin when she got to my naked thigh.

“God, Molly. You skin is like milk…” Terry said in between licks and kisses,

the heat of her mouth and breath going through my skin and into my bloodstream.

Her hands were under me, on my butt, rubbing and kneeding my flesh through the

thin cotton of my panties. She kissed down the inside of my left thigh and then

back up and moved between my legs. She laid my legs down on either side of her

and squirmed under them, so that my ankles rested on her back. She moved right

up to my crotch and then looked up, right into my eyes.

“Molly, I, I’ve never done this before. I’ve went with girls, but it never got

this far.”

Knowing that she liked dirty talk, I put my fingers to her lips and said, “Shut

up and eat me”

She smiled the most wicked smiled I’ve ever seen and put her head down again,

right between my legs. Her breath was so hot! I thought it’d scaled me through

the thin cotton.

“You’re so wet. Do you get like this when you play with yourself in the showers?

Does your pussy burn and tingle and soak your jeans in class? Do you play with

it a lot? I can see those red pubes through your panties. Pretty-girl panties.

White cotton turns me on.”

I couldn’t take it any more and I did what I knew she wanted me to do. I reached

down and ran my hand under the waistband of my panties and put my fingers inside

of myself, right there in front of her face. I moaned softly as my fingers went

into put tender pussy. I was on fire, too. My pussy walls contracted and

twitched at the invasion. Shivers ran up my spine and I had a tremendous orgasm.

Terry reached up, took hold of my hand very gently, and removed it from me. She

brought it to her mouth and began to lick and suck my dripping fingers, running

her velvet tongue over the soaked palm of my wicked little hand. She licked me

clean. Then she put her face between my legs again and started to tongue my

throbbing little clit through the soaked white cotton fabric. I moaned again as

her mouth explored my crotch.

Then she reached up and took hold of the waistband and eased my panties down my

thighs and threw them to the floor. Then she moved down between my trembling

legs again. She moved her hand through my soft, red pubic hair and told me how

beautiful it was. She bent her head down and suddenly took my clitorus in

between her moist lips, setting my mind reeling with the heat of her mouth on my

private parts. Her tounge and lips were on my skin, my hotest place was being

devoured and I felt like I wass drowning again in pleasure. Every fiber of my

being was twitching under her delicate touches and kisses and licks. She nibbled

at my clit and prodded my tight pussy with her tongue, trying to put it as far

inside my wetness as she could. I was whimpering and writhing under her.

She ate at my twitching pussy like a starving woman. She licked and tongued me

for what seemed like an eternity. She made me cum again adna again. Every time

was better than the last, my pussy was now red and sopping wet. I had soaked the

blankets on Terry’s bed with my juices. She still wasn’t done with me though.

As she ate me again, her hand working on my clutching pussy, she did something

I’ll never forget. She folded her hand up and slipped it all the way inside me.

My eyes flew open in a mix of suprise, pain and, mostly, pleasure. She looked a

little concerned and started to take her hand out. I told her I liked it and

begged her to keep it inside me. I could feel every finger wiggling around

inside my body. I contracted my muscles around her hand and saw the look of

suprise on her face. Her tongue had went back to my clit and resumed its nasty

work. And then it happened. I came.

It was the most incredible experience of my life, that orgasm that Terry gave me

that night. My eyes flew open again when I realized that what I had mistaken for

some kind of heart attack or something was acually my impending orgasm! I

thrashed around on Terry’s bed and screamed and screamed and screamed. I let go

all the things that had been on my shoulders for so long. It all washed away and

when the orgasm had finally subsided, Terry later told me it had been a couple of

minutes, I lay limp and sweaty in a puddle of my own cum in the middle of Terry’s

bed. She looked up from between my legs and deeply into my eyes with that same

angelic look on her face that made me fall in love with her to begin with. Her

face was slick with my cum. Her hair was a little matted with her sweat and she

looked more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. Very gently, she took her

hand out of me. There was loud slurping noise as it came out and Terry made a

show out of licking it clean.

I could barely move, but I wanted to give Terry the same kind of pleasure she had

just given me. I asked her to sit on my face. She smiled, stripped off her

pants and her blood-red lace panties. Then she crawled up on top of me and

lowered her pussy to my face. First, I touched it with my fingers and stroked

her clit a little. She gave a loud whimper and threw her head down. Her hair

fell all around her pussy and my face and I was blinded for a few seconds. I

took in a big whiff from her hair, then she moved her head back up and I took a

tentative sniff at hr crotch.

It smelled divine. There was a musky, sweaty smell to it, but it also smelled

like soap. She must have showered right before she went into the woods that

night. Just like I did. I smiled at the thought of her going out of her way to

please me and then extended my tongue to her silky folds. I traced my way up her

lips and found her hard clit and began to nibble at it. She bucked andd moaned

above me and I was a litte worried she was going to crush my head in between her

strong, silky thighs. But she was very gentle, always. She reached down and

stroke my hair while I licked her hot pussy.

She came and gushed hot clear juice down on my face and she moaned and clutched

at herself. My whole face was covered by the time she was done. I told her to

get up. My legs were feeling strong enough to stand, if only for a few seconds,

so I laid her down on the bed and moved over her. I nibbled at her rock-hard

nipples and kisses and licked and carressed her tall, amazon body. I traced her

tan lines with my fingers and felt her quiver under my touch. Then I bent down

and kissed her long and deep, tasting my cum on her lips and tongue. I ran my

hands all over her body as we kissed and I put one hand at her pussy and started

to finger her soft, wet folds. She moaned into my mouth. As I kept my fingers

pumping into her grasping, twitching body, I kissed my way back down her body and

softly bit at her nipples. This set her off and she came again, this time

coating my hand with sticky, gooey warmth.

I didn’t even bother to clean it off, I just dove face-first into her again. I

started in on her pussy ad heard her gasp. I licked her furiously. I pretended

it was her mouth and made out with it, her clit becoming a tongue in my mind.

The flesh of her pussy was so tender and she was so wet. It was delicious. It

was salty and musky, like I thought, but I was a little suprised to taste a

slight sweetness flowing out of her. I lapped it up. I needed her pussy. I

needed that wetness around my tongue, that musky-sweet-sweaty odor filling my

nostrils and making me wet, too.

Finally, I decided to try what she had done. I asked her if she wanted my hand

in her. She whimpered that she didn’t think she could take it. That she was

exausted. I was going to let it drop. I moved up to kiss her and she stopped

me. “No, I changed my mind. Put your hand in me, please. I want it.”

I went down back between her long, slender legs and nibbled teasingly at her clit

a little and she started to whimper, so I started to stroke her with my hand. I

folded it up just liek she had done to me. I placed it at the entrance to her hot

pussy and very slowly began to push. I saw her look up, in suprise. She

clutched at ehr chest until she got her wind back and then I resumed my probbing.

Slowly, I moved my hand ever upwards. Then, before I knew it, my wrist was

engulfed by her swollen pussy lips. She gasped for air again and started to buck

under me. I put one hand on the smoothe skin of her tummy and held her down.

Then I put my face between her legs again and started to lick her with renewed

fury. I lapped at her clit and shoved my hand in and out of her. She was

moaning and wailing as I violated her over and over, she was begging me not to

stop, to fuck her cunnt wit my hand, so I kept on. Soon, I felt her internal

muscles begin to contract around my probing fingers and clutch at my hand. Now,

it was so tight inside her, I couldn’t get my hand out, so I moved it around

inside her and licked her clit while she thrashed around on the bed, cluthcing my

head and my hair with both hands, shoving my face into her her musky crotch. She

began to cum and it was and eternity before she had finished. She thrashed

around so much, I was afraid she hurt one of us. But I couldn’t go anywhere.

Her strong legs were locked behind my head and wouldn’t let go. And I didn’t

want to stop until it was over. Finally, her orgasm passed and her legs relaxed

and I pulled my hand out of her with a loud slurping pop sound and we both

started to laugh like lunatics.

We climbed in under the covers together and she held me in her arms. She was

still twitching a little from her orgasm.

“Is it alright if I stay tonight?”

“Sure,” Tery said. She carressed my sides and my shoulders and planted a little

kiss on my shoulder.

“Your parents know you like girls?”

“Sure they do. And you can say the word lesbian, right?” she said with an easy

smile.

“I-i- only told one person. My sister. That was just yesterday.”

“Wow. You mean you never told anybody else? Tell me.”

“Huh?”

“Tell me you’re a lesbian.”

“Why?”

“You’ll know why once you’ve said it.”

I thought about it for a moment. I wasn’t sure if I understood, but I knew I was

crazy about Terry and wanted her to like me. So if that’s all it’d take, I

figured what the hell…

“I’m a lesbian.” Instantly, I felt something inside me give way. Some protection

that had kept me from being who I was, that had held my real self behind a mask.

I started to cry and Terry put her arms around me. I tried to silence myslef, to

be quite like I had learned. Terry wouldn’t let me.

“Don’t hush it up like that. Let it out, cry if you want.”

And I did. I cried and let it out. That night, in her arms, I told her

everything. All those things I had been hiding and ashamed of seemed alright

that night in Terry’s arms. I came out a few days later to my parents. To my

suprise, my dad was very understanding and gave me a big hug and told me he loved

me no matter what. It was my mom and oldest brother who disowned me. A rift

developed between my mom and dad. They divorced and he got custody of me and my

sister and younger brother. I’m now nineteen and in college. Terry and I are

roomates and madly in love. And I make all the noise I can.