Discovering Lisa

An Early Experience of Hot Jeannie ã 2007

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My first time was with a friend, a neighbor girl named Celeste.  Starting out simply as curiosity about our newly-forming breasts, my sexual desire for the joys of female flesh was awakened.  Celeste never moved past curiosity even though she always professed her desire to kiss me.  The fire had been lit within me, but sadly not with Celeste.   Sophomore year in high school she lost her virginity to dorky Dickie Jodoin; she stayed straight from then on, at least as far as I could tell.

I had a new itch but no way to scratch it.  At that age I wasn’t much to look at.  I was very skinny and had to wear glasses to school.  Thankfully I had light hair, because if it had been dark I would have been called “Olive Oyl” for sure. 

I wasn’t one for making friends in school, so I was a little suspicious when a pretty girl named Lisa wanted to hang out with me.  She was one of the “popular” ones.  Lisa certainly wasn’t skinny like me; she had curves (and breasts!) and all the boys ogled her and chased her around though she didn’t seem to have a steady.  Though I was suspicious of her motives at first, we got along great.  It felt good having somebody like being with me for a change.

After school one day at Lisa’s house, she began to change her clothes right in front of me in her bedroom.  She seemed nonchalant about it, but when the bra came off, I think I stopped breathing.  Her breasts were big and round, with puffy pink nipples that I had to touch.  Of course I couldn’t let her know of my desire, so my hands didn’t stray.  When she pulled her panties down, exposing her neatly trimmed pubic hair, I didn’t know what to think or do.  She looked at me and smiled.  “It’s OK, I know you like girls, and that’s cool,” she said.  She placed a hand under each breast and jiggled them before saying “they’re nice, aren’t they.”  I agreed but remained silent.

Naked, she walked closer to me and asked if I wanted to touch them.  I did, and I did.  As I played with her breasts, she whispered that she really liked girls too and had wanted to play with me for a long time.  There it was: the confession of the “popular” girl.  When she began to undress me, I protested, asking about her mother who was downstairs.  Lisa said her mom respected her privacy and would not bother us as long as we didn’t make too much noise.  Noise?

When my bra was off, she cooed at the sight and feel of my nipples.  My breasts weren’t that big but my nipples were something to be proud of even back then.  The damn things were always hard and sticking out a good half an inch (OK maybe not that far but close to it).  Celeste seemed to like them, and now Lisa was all over my nipples, making sounds as she tweaked and then sucked on them.  I still had a hand on one of her breasts, but the other reached down to my pussy.  I was extremely ready for her.

I must have moaned or something because she stopped and held me at arm’s length and looked at me.  She said something like “Jesus, you’re horny.”  That’s it, I thought just before I pushed her onto the bed and went for her pussy.

Her legs spread before me; I dipped my tongue into her sweet nectar.  All I wanted was to taste her and make her cum, just like I experienced with Celeste.  I knew how sensitive my budding clitoris was so I went for hers with the tip of my tongue until she was moaning and groaning with pleasure.  Her clit wasn’t as pronounced as mine (yes, I did check mine out with a hand mirror, especially since I discovered masturbation), so I had to coax it out from its fleshy hood.  It sort of grew as I sucked gently on it.  Her moans became louder and I remembered what she said about making too much noise.  I stopped long enough to say “Ssshhh” before going back to work.  I lapped up and down her labia before returning to her clit.  She shuddered, her hips quivering as I teased her with the tip of my tongue.  She kept making tiny snorting sounds as I worked her clit, her fingers laced into my hair pulling my face to her wet pussy.  She came with a whimpering cry that thankfully wasn’t loud enough to be heard by her mom downstairs.  My tongue was rewarded with fresh wetness accompanied by the vibrations of a convulsing vulva.  I was pleased, at least until I got mine.

“Oh, Jeannie, you’re GOOD,” she said.  We embraced as she swam in the afterglow pool of her orgasm.  I loved the feel of her heaving breasts rubbing against mine.  I was ready to burst and she knew it.

“Your turn?”  She asked, smiling.  She went for my pussy, expertly licking and sucking.  I put a fist at my mouth to stifle the orgasmic scream I knew would come.  She certainly wasn’t a novice at this pussy licking.  She was very good.  The hand not at my mouth was rubbing my breasts when it hit me; my orgasm was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one big series of convulsions that shook me to my core. 

Lisa made a funny yipping sound and exclaimed that I had squirted all over her face.  When I looked at her, her face was indeed all wet with pussy juice.  I went to her and kissed her, my juices now on my lips too.  She cooed something like “Oh Jeannie you’re the best.”  I could see she wasn’t done and neither was I.  I laid opposite of her and insinuated my skinny legs between her more meaty ones until our wet pussies were touching.  We ground them together feverishly until both of us were panting and ready to explode.  This time we did make a lot of noise. 

I got nervous her mother would come upstairs so I urged Lisa to get dressed, as I quickly did.  Her mom didn’t come up though, which was a good thing since I knew she would have been able to figure out what we had done just by looking at us.

The next day at school I saw Lisa talking with some of the other girls in her clique.  They were laughing.  I wasn’t part of that crowd, so I walked the other way.  All I could think about was that they were laughing at me.  Did Lisa tell them about me?  My insecurity and lack of self esteem took over and I tried to avoid Lisa the rest of the day.  She ran into me when school let out and immediately sensed something was wrong.

“Did I do something wrong?”  She asked.  God, she is so pretty, I thought.  I wanted her again.

I lied, telling her nothing was wrong.  My desire overcame the shame if the girls were really laughing about me.

She told me she was going over a friend’s house and wanted me to come along.  I went with her, knowing my mom wouldn’t give a shit if I didn’t come home right after school.  Her friend, Diane, was amazingly even prettier than Lisa.  I always daydreamed I looked like Diane, with her long golden hair, nice breasts and shapely legs even at that age.  When we got there, I realized Lisa was just going to Diane’s to have a place to fuck me again.  This was OK, actually.

Diane’s mom and dad weren’t home.  She did her homework as Lisa and I went to Diane’s bedroom and got undressed.  We caressed and teased each other’s breasts while fingering each other, until we couldn’t take it anymore.  Lisa was first to use her tongue, saying she wanted to see me “squirt” again.  I let her and languished in the building storm of my orgasm.  I must have screamed loudly, for soon Diane was peeking around the door jamb to see what was going on.  When I reciprocated and tongued Lisa’s clit to climax, I couldn’t help but notice out of the corner of my eye that Diane was furiously masturbating out in the hallway.  She tried to stifle her moan as she came, but I heard it anyway.  Lisa and Diane practically came as one.  I liked that.

When Lisa and I were dressed and back in the kitchen with Diane, I saw the way Diane was looking at me.  Was the innocent touch of my ass so innocent?  I thought of what it would be like fucking with Diane and I felt my crotch start to moisten again.  I looked at her and she looked at me.  Wow!

Lisa and I made love a few more times, but Diane...Ooooooo.

Oh, Diane—your story later!

Love you all,

Jeannie

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