LJ's Story

"We sure do! We went to McGill together. We were floor mates! I haven't seen Diane since we graduated!"

We left our mothers to do their catching up in the kitchen whilst I led Brittany to my room. Once there, I made sure that the door was closed. As I turned, Brittany was standing right next to me. Our eyes met, our gazes locked. Mesmerized, I could feel my face lowering and inching towards her. What happened next is a moment that will be engraved in my mind for the rest of my life.

As I our faces drew closer, her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. I could feel our noses gently sliding together; I closed my eyes and then I felt for the very first time in my life the exquisite softness of another female's lips. My very first kiss. The moment may have lasted six to seven seconds as our lips barely pressed together, but at that moment I felt indescribably happy feelings. Just as gently as we had been drawn together, we disengaged and opened our eyes. "I..." we both started to say. "You first...", "no you!" Brittany gingerly clasped my hand with both of hers and looked me in the eyes:

"I was hoping you'd do that."

"I...Really? You're not grossed out or freaked out or mad at me?"

"...and I hope that you'll do that again!"

Before my mind had any chance of rationalizing what had just happened, Brittany tugged at my hand and leaned upwards for our second kiss. This time our lips parted somewhat and I could feel the tip of her tongue tentatively seek my own. My body, already on hyper drive from our initial kiss, was on the verge of being consumed by passion.

Thankfully, a last rational brain cell in my mind reminded me that there were parents downstairs and maybe, just maybe, what we were doing right now might not sit well with them. With great reluctance, I brought our kissing to a halt. Brittany still had her eyes closed; the smile on her face was enough to liquefy my innards.

"That...that was fantastic Jen..."

"I...uh...you have no idea how hard it was for me to stop...but...you know...parents downstairs..."

We both giggled and hugged. A deluge of conflicting emotions coursed through my mind. Immense happiness and fulfillment but also fear and confusion. It felt so right and perfect to kiss Brittany and know that the feelings were mutual. On the other hand there was fear of the unknown; was this who I was? What did that mean for me? Eventually, the happy feelings won over; I was going to immerse myself in these glorious new sensations and deal with the music later.

"We'd better open a window in here. I see that someone feels hot and flustered"

"Oh right! As if you look perfectly normal yourself!"

We both laughed at that. After straightening our clothes and making sure we looked presentable, I opened the door and led us downstairs once more.

Later that day, having said our goodnights to my parents, we headed to my room. It was time to strip and change into our pajamas for the night. As I started to take off my tee, I felt self-conscious and bashful about it. It's not like we hadn't stripped in front of each other like a thousand times, or hadn't caught ourselves checking each other out, but that was within the confines of the lockers were it is "OK" to change in front of others. But here, I was stripping in the privacy of my room in the presence of someone for whom I had...feelings for? Was that it? Whatever it was, it made me feel much more vulnerable and insecure about my self-image.

Biting some major bullet, I turned to face her, clad in just my jeans and my hands protectively wrapped around my meager boobs. "This is silly", I head Brittany say. In one fell swoop she took of her tee, jeans and bra and stood there with just her panties on. Although I had seen her a thousand times before in various states of undress, this was the first time that we were alone in private. "Do you like what you see?" Do I like what I see? Hell yes! I want to run over there and do...do things to you.

Slowly, we floated towards each other; we embraced and I felt her hot skin touch my own. The feeling is really difficult to describe. Imagine getting ready to take a hot shower; you have the water running and steam has already misted the bathroom. Just before the scalding water hits your skin, that moment where the hot steam engulfs your body and makes even the tiniest of hairs on your body rise, that's how it felt with Brittany in my arms, only it felt better by an unfathomable magnitude.

Brittany lightly nuzzled my neck as we held each other, not wanting to let go. The electrifying sensation that my nipples were receiving, just by merely touching her upper torso, as well as the mashing of her breasts on my upper abdomen was causing a flood in my nether region. Ever the pragmatist though, I lowered my head and whispered in her ear: "We'd better get dressed you know..."

Sighing, she disengaged from me. I could tell that she was not entirely thrilled with the cessation of our embrace.

"Hey...ummm...you know...my parents...this would be extremely difficult to explain..."

"Yeah...bummer though..."

Dressing up in our childish pajamas, we made our way to our separate beds. Half an hour later the inspection brigade came by ostensibly to wish us good night but in reality to check if we were doing "evil deeds".

About half an hour later...

"Hey Brit? Are you awake?"

"Yeah..."

"Wanna join me here?"

"Sure!"

Scooting towards the wall I made room for her in my bed. Brittany joined me and her face was alight with her smile. We sat there, our heads resting on my pillow, our hands on each other's cheek. I felt my heart simply melt; it felt a bit scary to be honest. I was hopelessly, madly in love with her.

"Jen? Why did you choose me? How did you know?"

"I...well...I wasn't attracted to girls before you...then again, I've never even had a date before. You...you just made my stomach flutter from the very first time I saw you at swim practice. At first I didn't know what it was...As a matter of fact I'm still...confused? Not about you, about me. A thousand questions dancing in my head. But at moments like this, everything is swept away and I'm just...happy!"

"Hush then...and kiss me, please."

And just like that, I lost myself in our kiss. And as our passion took over, off came the pajamas. Our kisses deepened; our hands roamed over our bodies and a hunger awoke within me. A hunger I had never before experienced aroused from its slumber; I wanted more. I did not know what it was that I wanted but I needed it nevertheless.

I felt Brittany's hand slide down my stomach and my breath caught in my throat. My skin broke in goose bumps and I could feel my nipples being painfully erect. My sweet strawberry blonde looked into my eyes; gone was the playful smile. It had been replaced by a hungry, lustful gaze looking to feast upon me. As her hand reached the waistband of my panties I nervously gulped with anticipation. It was the first time anyone would touch me intimately. She looked deep into my eyes searching for my acquiescence; I nervously nodded and closed my eyes.

Her fingers grazed past my pubic hair and ever so slowly, made contact with the shaft of my clit. "Oh yes..." was all that escaped from my mouth. Brittany entwined her legs around my left thigh and her lips joined mine in a kiss. Our tongues danced together for the first time as our passion consumed us. Her finger, now completely coated with my juices, slowly circled the swollen tip of my clitoris, driving me insane. I would have moaned had it not been for our lip-locked kiss.

The feeling which was extremely intense, kept on rising and rising. My left hand grabbed the sheets while my right hand dug in Brittany's buttock. My legs stretched out and I could feel my quadriceps bulge out from all the effort. My head lifted off the pillow and there I saw what Brittany was doing. That image pushed me over the top; my back arched like a cat's and a soft "ahhhhh" escaped my lips.

Powerful contractions initiating from my genitals crashed through my body sending me reeling with pleasure. Brittany continued her ministrations without the previous urgency and gently brought me down from the heights I had reached. Opening my eyes, I saw her smiling in my face.

"...Wow..."

"How was it?"

"Breathtaking? Spectacular? Awesome? Uhh...I've run out of words here. Probably run out of functioning brain cells too...You! You're not getting away with this so easily!"

"I'm not going anywhere..."

"I want to return the favor...But I won't know what I'm doing..."

"I didn't know what I was doing either. Just go with what feels good and natural..."

Switching roles, it was now Brittany who lay her head on the pillow while I was wrapped around her. Soon our leisurely kisses became increasingly hungrier and passionate. I was driven by both lust and fear; I really wanted to devour every inch of her body but at the same time I was afraid of not knowing what to do.

One of the stories I had previously read whilst I was prowling the internet mentioned a girl "eating out" her girlfriend. That particular story decided to resurface from the recesses of my mind during a particularly steamy kiss with Brittany. Boldness took over and inundated the rational part of my brain; I was going to do this if it was the last thing I ever did.

Crouching on my knees, I shifted the focus of my kisses south of her neckline savoring her milky white skin and her heavenly scent in the process. Cupping her breasts with my hand, I tentatively stuck out my tongue reaching for a pinkish nipple. Brittany sucked in her tummy in anticipation and let out an audible breath when my tongue made contact. Encouraged by her reactions, I became bolder and playfully twirled my tongue over her areola, dancing around the protruding nipple.

Out of the corner of my eye, I met her gaze as she intently stared at what I was doing to her. It was a moonlit night and the room was awash with soft light. After mercilessly toying with her nipples, I positioned myself in the lower end of the bed and started trailing sloppy kisses towards her navel. Each kiss would send visible shivers coursing through her body; a helpful and reassuring sign with which to alleviate my rising anxiety. Because, let me tell you, it's one thing to read about something and another thing entirely to actually have to do it for the first time. Was I really going down there? I certainly wanted to. What was I going to do there? Well, one thing at a time.

Reaching her pink panties, the very ones she had worn that day at the swimming pool lockers, I could smell her heavenly arousal and actually feel the dampness in the fabric. Her breathing was coming in big gulps now, as if she had run with all her strength for a long time. Mesmerized, I traced the outlines of her outer lips planting small kisses as I went, enjoying the feeling of the fabric as it grazed my lips and nose.

Brittany was having a really hard time staying still on the bed and even the clueless me could tell that she was ready for more. Rising, I placed my hands under her buttocks gently tugging at the waistband of her panties. Almost immediately she lifted her butt off the mattress; in one fluid motion her panties were off, lying on the floor. I stopped to take in the view; like I said before, I had seen her naked countless of times but this, this was different. She was my first...woman? Girlfriend? Mate? Whatever we were, this was a moment to engrave in one's memory.

A fleeting thought crossed my mind, probably the last rational flicker before my brain completely shut down, that this would be one hell of a situation to have to explain to my parents should we be caught, but at this stage my sexually supercharged body couldn't care less.

Gradually I lowered my face towards her waiting genitals. Her crotch was covered with curly blonde pubes which covered her outer lips and formed a rough triangle above. Her inner lips were pinkish in hue and slightly protruded from her slit. A silvery liquid could be seen coating her outer labia while tiny rivulets had formed at the entrance of her vagina. Almost in trance, I stuck out my tongue and for the first time in my life I sensed another female's genitals. The feeling was electrifying; the taste was heavenly, the scent intoxicating.

After the first few strokes I grew bolder; I would use the tip of my tongue to trace the folds between her inner and outer labia making a circle around her vagina. Brittany's labored breathing and her occasional whimpering were sure indicators of her arousal. Then, I decided to throw all caution to the wind and gently enwrapped the shaft of her clitoris in my mouth. Sucking slightly on her clit would send Brittany delirious; her breathing was that of an athlete who had completed a marathon and her whimpering had grown in intensity. I was beginning to get worried that we might be heard. I had to end this quickly now.

Sucking more firmly, I begun to swirl my tongue around the exposed part of her clit just like I would do to a lollipop. "Oh God...Jen...Oh God..." was what I got in reply. Continuing my oral ministrations, I placed my hands on her boobs and gently pinched her nipples with my fingers. That must have been the dam-breaker for her because her mouth formed in a silent scream and her muscles became taught as she rammed her pussy in mouth. Then, after three or four rough shoves her hands came up and forcefully grabbed my face trying in vain to detach my sucking mouth from her oversensitive clit.

"Please...please Jen...no more...please...too sensitive!"

"So...was it OK?"

"The OKayest! You have absolutely no idea what you did to me!"

I smiled and lay down right next to her. Our legs were intertwined, our hands held together and our heads touched on the pillow.

"I hate to ruin this, but we'd better dress you know...before we fall asleep like that. I'd hate to have my folks barge in on us like this."

"No...sleep...here...next to me..."

"In your dreams Brit! No...hey...don't you play sleepy to me! Pick up your PJs and get dressed you knucklehead. If they find us like this I'm toast!"

"Nuh Uh...You've got to say the magic word!"

As she had her eyes closed pretending to be asleep, I gently nudged her head to the side and breathed in her ear: "Sooooo...let's see if I can get you dressed...I wonder what the magic word could be? Perhaps...if I slid a finger there..." and as I said the words I gave her slit a generous swipe. Brittany totally didn't expect that and nearly yelped off the bed in surprise.

"Well, I see that someone is aroused...in more ways than one! Now I'd say that instead of pushing our luck any further, we get dressed in our chaste PJs and catch some shut eye. And...perhaps change into some clean underwear in the process."

Reluctantly, Brittany got off my bed and redressed herself. Before turning in for the night, she turned towards me once more:

"I...I love you Jennifer..."

Without a word, I cupped her face with my hands and gently kissed her.

"I love you too..."

We stayed like that, staring into each other's eyes. I was happy, content, satisfied, insert positive adjective of your choice here. We hugged once more and then made our way to our beds. Although I would have liked nothing more in the world than to sleep with her in my bed, it would have been impossible to explain should my parents found us like that in the morning. As I lay there in bed, one of the last thoughts before I drifted off to the land of dreams was that, we'd have to be discreet and careful around each other from now on.

In the morning, things were particularly dicey; perhaps it was that we exchanged one too many knowing glances between us during breakfast. In any case, my mother gave me a very meaningful look and that was more than enough to freeze the blood in my veins. I never was any good a liar and many times I feared that my mother could see right through me.

The day passed without any further incident and what had transpired during breakfast had certainly gone a long way to chastise us. We decided that we would be discreet with each other at swim practice and we would use phones and emails on a daily basis. As her mother arrived to pick her up, we managed to snatch a quick farewell kiss.

As I saw their car pull away I felt that I already missed her. I know, I know, hopelessly pathetic on my part, but hey, you've got to cut me some slack here; I was young and in love, I'd just had my feelings returned, not to mention the steamy sex if you can call our fumbling about in the dark that. Well OK, the room was moonlit, I said as such earlier on, but you get the picture.

What I learned much later is that, because it's your first time, you don't really know what you're doing and your touch is extra soft and feathery. This may actually be torturous to a partner with whom you're together for some time, but when you're young and exploring around, these feelings are unforgettably magical.

Days passed by and you couldn't possibly wipe the joy from my face if you tried. Brittany and I became experts at finding any kind of excuse to be together. We also became experts in impromptu make out sessions, be it in her basement, the woods near the lakefront or once, in our deserted lockers. We were absolutely mad and hungry for each other, the way that only a teenager can be, riding on this incredible roller-coaster of hormones and emotions.

And then, my world came crashing down on me sending me reeling with shock and hurt. Brittany's father would have to be transferred once more before the month was out; they'd have to move to a town which was a two hour drive away. Even now as I write this, recalling these memories brings pain and tears in my eyes. A blood-red eyed Brittany came to my house one morning. When I asked her what was the matter she collapsed in my arms in another bout of crying, unable to utter a word. When I finally calmed her down she poured out the awful news to me. I was petrified; I stood there speechless not uttering a word as I felt hot tears streaming down my face. We held each other tightly and silently cried.

Needless to say, all the usual promises were made; we would keep in touch, we would write each other, we would visit, we would make this work. We tried to make the most out of our remaining time that summer but our hearts were still stinging and our minds reeling from the shock. Although I tried my best to keep an upbeat altitude around her and an unfazed one around others, there were times when I simply broke down and cried my heart out.

Saying my final goodbye to her was the saddest day in my life. I just ensconced myself in my room for two days; I would only leave for some water and to visit the bathroom. My face was gaunt, my eyes were blood red and in general, I looked and felt like shit. My parents and my friends tried to cheer me up with little success. Come to think of it, I was probably behaving like a first class bitch when all that they were trying to do was to lift my spirits a bit.

Heart Break & Conclusions

The days passed with me wallowing in misery. Normally, going to school was something which I relished. Now though, I was mostly melancholic and moody. I was frequently absentminded and didn't respond to attempts at conversation.

Thankfully, I had one thing left to me and that was my swimming practice. Despite the fact that everything there reminded me of Brittany, in the pool I could pour out my frustration by putting in countless of laps, long after everyone was gone. The upside was that my body really shaped up now; I was tall, but I was no longer gangly. My legs had shaped up nicely, my butt stood proudly in the air and my stomach muscles showed the faint contours of a six pack. Even though my assets were, in my view, meager, I started getting some glances in the hallways now and then, something previously unheard off.