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Title: Pookie | Melissa’s Secrets (Chapter 1)
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Summary: This is the story of Melissa's sexual awakening with the 
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Melissa’s Secrets
by Pookie 


Chapter 1


Sarah and I were alone in the house on a Friday night.  Her mom 
and dad had gone out to dinner and let us order a pizza.  We felt 
like big shots, being allowed to stay home without a babysitter 
for the first time.
 
Sarah and I were both twelve at the time and being allowed to 
stay by ourselves was like being inducted to adulthood for two 
preteen girls.

It was the middle of August and we had only two weeks left before 
we would have to go back to school, so we were sitting on the 
floor in Sarah's bedroom talking about what it was going to be 
like being in the seventh grade at the middle school.  We talked 
about what it was going to be like having different teachers for 
each class instead of being with one teacher for the whole day, 
and how much more homework we would be getting.

Eventually our conversation turned to boys, as did most of our 
conversations that summer.  That was the summer of our big 
change.  I guess I was luckier than a lot of girls in that when 
the changes started happening to me they were happening to my 
best friend at almost the same time. 

We had both started to grow boobs the previous year and we both 
had our first periods this past spring about a month apart. I was 
first.  These life-altering changes are a lot easier to handle 
when you can share the experience with someone close to you.

Along with the physical changes we were going through came our 
interest in boys.  And that brings us back to the conversation 
Sarah and I were having that night.  I asked Sarah if she thought 
her mother would let her go out on a real date with a boy and she 
said that she didn't know but she hoped so.  Then Sarah said, 
"What about your mom, will she let you go out on a date?"

I smiled with pride as I said, "Hey chick, my mom and I already 
talked about it and she said I can date if I want to as long as 
the boy was nice."

"Melissa, your mother is so cool. I wish my mom was more like 
yours."

"Your mom is great. I think she's cool too. After all she is 
letting us stay here alone tonight, isn't she?"

"Yeah, but I don't think she would ever tell me that I could go 
out on dates if I want to," Sarah said.

"Guess what else my mom told me."

"What did she say?"

"She told me about doing it with a boy."

"You're a lying chick. She didn't tell you that."

"Yes she did. She told me about sex and how you can get pregnant.  
Then she said that boys will always want to have sex with a girl 
and that they don't have enough sense to use protection so they 
don't make a girl pregnant.  She told me that I shouldn't do it 
with a boy till I’m older and only with protection.  Then she 
told me that she would let me get birth control pills in a few 
years if I promised to not do it before then."

"Wow. She actually told you that? I told you your mom was cool.  
What did you say?" Sarah asked.

"I acted like I didn't know what she was talking about at first 
and then I promised I would never let a boy do that to me."

"Then my mom said that she was glad to hear me say that, but that 
would not be an easy promise to keep.  That's why she wanted me 
to start on birth control pills when I get a little older."

"You think you can get your mom to talk to mine?"

"Whatever."

We sat quietly for a few minutes.  

Sarah asked, "How far will you let a boy go on the first date."

"I never really thought about it.  How long should you wait 
before you let a boy kiss you?"

"Well, Pam told me that you should never kiss a boy on the first 
date.  Maybe on the second date if you had a really good time, 
but most definitely on the third date," Sarah said.

Pam lived across the street from Sarah and was in our class at 
school.  She was one of those people that thought she was an 
expert on everything. 

"What does that chick know? I doubt that she has ever kissed a 
boy before, but now she is an expert on the subject?" I asked.

"You're right.  Probably the only boy she ever kissed is her 
little brother.” 

We both laughed hard at Sarah's comment.  When we stopped 
laughing Sarah asked, "Have you ever kissed a boy?"

"No.  Have you?"

"I haven't either. It's going to be embarrassing to go out with a 
boy and when he gets ready to kiss you, you don't know how to do 
it.  If you kiss badly, he may never ask you to go out with him 
again," she said.

"I never thought of that, but you're right.  Jeeze, how do we 
learn how to kiss?"

"Pam told me that her sister used to practice kissing with one of 
her friends."

"Oh, Pam the expert again."  Then I thought about it for a minute 
and said, "Well maybe it's not such a bad idea after all.  If you 
practice with a friend, you can both learn to do it the right way 
so you'll be ready for that first real kiss with a boy."

"Do you think so?  Do you want to try it?"

"I will if you will?"

"How do we start?" Sarah asked.

"I guess we just kiss and see what happens."

"Okay, let's do it."

I moved closer to Sarah and kissed her on the lips.  It was 
nothing special.  No sensation, not good, not bad.  Then we tried 
another one.  This time we pressed our lips together tighter.  We 
both agreed that it wasn't very good.  Then Sarah remembered that 
her mother had a movie video of some love story that had a lot of 
making out in it so she ran downstairs and got the movie.

Sarah was one of those lucky kids that had a VCR in their 
bedroom.  Sarah started the movie and fast-forwarded to a love 
scene.  We watched the way the man and woman in the move kissed, 
and then we tried to duplicate it.  We were doing pretty well 
until we saw the man put his tongue in the woman's mouth. 

We were both reluctant to try that but finally decided, my idea, 
that if we were going to learn to kiss properly, we would have to 
do that too.  

We decided that I would do it first.  So I pressed my mouth 
against Sarah's and pushed my tongue into her open mouth.  I 
found that I actually like the way it felt.  Then Sarah did it to 
me.  I was hooked.

Afterward, Sarah admitted that she liked the tongue kissing too.  
After forty-five minutes of kissing, we both felt that we were 
getting pretty good at it.  So we watched more of the movie to 
see what would happen.  

The man in the movie put his hand inside the woman's blouse and 
squeezed her breast. 

Sarah said, "Did you see that?  He put his hand on her tit.  I'll 
bet that felt nice."

"Yeah, I wonder how many dates you have to go on before you let a 
boy do that?"

"I don't know, but do you want to try it?"

"I guess so.  Do you?" I asked.

"Sure.  Should we take our tops off?"

Sarah and I both removed our tops and our bras. 

Sarah looked at me and said, "Wow, your tits are bigger than 
mine."

I looked down at my little boobies.  We weren’t that different in 
size.

Then I reached out and put my hand on her breast and squeezed it 
a little.

Sarah giggled and said, "That feels good." 

Then she squeezed my breast, and she was right.  It did feel 
good.  We took turns squeezing each other's breasts for a while. 

Sarah said, "I'll bet you have more hair than me too."

"What?  More hair?  What hair?"

"Between your legs, silly.  On your pussy.  Your tits are bigger.  
So, you probably have more hair on your pussy than I do," she 
said, blushing slightly.

"I don't have very much yet."

"Let's see it."

"You want to see my hair?"

"Yeah."

"Well okay, but you show me yours too."

Sarah agreed and we both slipped our shorts off and then removed 
our panties.  For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off Sarah 
as she pulled her panties down.  As her triangle of hair came 
into view, I felt a shiver of excitement run up my spine.  I was 
fascinated by what I saw. 

As it turned out, Sarah had more hair than me.  It looked so soft 
that I asked her if I could touch it.  She said that I could, so 
I slid my fingers through her hair and pulled it a little.  As I 
did this, I stared at the soft fleshy mound between her legs.  
Other than my own, I had never seen a vagina this close before.  
I’d certainly never touched another one.  It amazed me how 
similar it was to mine, while at the same time it seemed 
completely different.

Sarah broke my trance when she said, "Okay, it's my turn." 

She put her hand in my pussy hair.  We sat there rubbing our 
hands through each other's pussy hair.

Sarah said, "Do you ever touch yourself down there?"

"No.  Why would I?"

I’d touched myself before, and had even let a cousin touch me 
when I was nine.  He was a few years older.  We didn’t really do 
anything much though.  Neither one of us knew what we were doing 
at the time.

"Because it feels good when you do it, silly." 

Sarah slid her hand down on top of my mound and squeezed it a 
little.  She started making little circular motions, right at the 
top of my little slit. 

Sarah said, "Am I right?  Doesn't that feel good?"

Good doesn't come close to describing the way it felt to me.  
However, I did manage to tell Sarah that she was right. 

"Why don't you do it to me now?" Sarah asked.

I lowered my hand to her pussy and pressed my fingers against her 
soft flesh and started doing the same thing to her that she was 
doing to me. 

After a few minutes I managed to ask, "Where did you learn to do 
this?"

"Pam told me about it."

I started to say, “Pam told you..."

But Sarah laughed and said, "Just kidding.  You can't tell anyone 
about this okay?"

"Okay."

Sarah got a conspiratorial tone in her voice, "I learned it from 
my mom."

"Your mom taught you to do this?"

"Not exactly.  I came in the house one afternoon, and as I was 
walking past her bedroom I heard a noise.  So I looked.  She had 
left her door open, and she was lying naked on her bed.  She had 
her hand between her legs, and this is what she was doing to 
herself.  I guess she wasn't expecting me to come home early.  I 
watched her for a few minutes, and then I snuck back downstairs 
so she wouldn't catch me spying on her.  That night while I was 
lying in bed I decided to try and figure out what she was doing 
and I discovered how good it felt.”

For the next ten minutes, neither of us spoke.  We just kept 
rubbing each other's pussy.

We were still touching each other when we heard someone coming up 
the stairs. 

Sarah whispered, "My parents are home!  Quick!  Get your shorts 
and get in bed.”

Sarah had a set of twin beds in her room so she grabbed her 
clothes and jumped into her bed and I grabbed my shorts and 
jumped into the other bed.  When Sarah's mom came in, we were 
both in bed and appeared to be watching TV.

Sarah's mom went over to her and asked if we had a good time.  
Sarah told her we did.  She kissed Sarah on the forehead and said 
good night. She came over to me and asked if I was warm enough.  
I said I was fine.  

As she turned to leave, we both saw something on the floor at the 
same time - my panties. In my hurry to get into bed, I had missed 
hiding them.  

Sarah's mom bent down and picked them up.  I was terrified that 
she was going to ask me why I didn't have them on.  I didn't have 
a clue how I would answer that question.  Instead Sarah's mom 
said, "Are these yours, Melissa?"

"Yes."  

It the only word I could force out of my tight throat.

"Okay then I'll just put them over here with your overnight bag."  
She bent down and kissed me on the forehead and said, “Good 
night, Melissa”.

When we heard Sarah's parents bedroom door close, Sarah said, 
"It's a good thing my bedroom door was open, or we never would 
have heard my mom coming."

My heart was still pounding from the experience.  All I could 
manage to say was "Yeah."

The next morning, neither Sarah nor I mentioned the events of the 
previous night.  After breakfast, I helped Sarah and her mom 
clean the kitchen, and then I went home.

The following week I went on a family vacation to the beach.  We 
had a pretty good time but my brother was a pain, constantly 
picking on me.  He's two years older, and I guess he thinks that 
makes him something special.  Anyway I would much rather have 
stayed home and played with Sarah some more.  

All week I kept thinking about the way it felt when she touched 
my pussy, and I wanted to feel it again.  I would have tried 
doing it to myself, but I never had a chance to be alone.

When I got home Friday night, it was too late for me to go visit 
Sarah.  So I went to bed and tried touching my pussy the way 
Sarah had done it.  But while it felt good, it just wasn't the 
same.

Saturday morning I helped my mom with the housework. It took all 
morning because of all the dirty laundry from the trip, and we 
had left the house a mess when we left on vacation.

After we finished cleaning and had lunch, my father left to play 
golf and my brother took off with his friends.  My mom asked me 
if I wanted to go shopping for new drapes with her. Even if I 
didn't have my heart set on going over to Sarah's house, I 
wouldn't have wanted to go shopping for drapes.

"Mom, I'd rather go over to Sarah's, if that's okay."

"That's okay, sweetheart.  Your Dad will be home around four 
o'clock, and I should be back by five."  Mom kissed me on the 
cheek and said, "Have fun."

I rode my bike to Sarah's.  As I ran up onto her porch, I felt 
that shiver run up my spine again.  I didn't understand it but I 
liked the excitement I felt.  I rang the doorbell and waited.  In 
less than a minute Mrs. Clark, Sarah's mom, opened the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Clark.  Is Sarah here?"

"I'm sorry, Melissa.  Sarah is at her grandmother’s house.  
She'll be home tomorrow."

I was surprised at the level of my disappointment.  I was about 
to leave when Mrs. Clark said, "Why don't you come in for a 
minute.  I'm all by myself here today, and I could use the 
company."

I wasn't real interested in spending the afternoon with Sarah's 
mom, but I didn't have anywhere else to go.  So, I followed her 
into the kitchen.  Mrs. Clark poured us both a glass of ice tea 
and we sat at the kitchen table.  She asked me if I was excited 
about going to the middle school so we discussed that for a 
while. 

"Melissa, I would like to ask you about something, but I don't 
want you to be afraid to answer me.  I won't be upset no matter 
what you tell me."

When she said that, I knew that I must be in big trouble. 

"Okay."

Then she said, "You remember last week when you spent the night?"

I felt a big lump form in my throat as I answered her, "Yes."

"Remember when I came into the room to say good night?"

"Yes."

"Can I ask you why you weren't wearing your panties?"

There it was.  The question I feared so much a week earlier was 
finally being asked.

The best I could come up with was, "I don't know."

Mrs. Clark smiled at me, and somehow in that smile I felt that 
everything would be all right.  She was an attractive woman in 
her mid-thirties with dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.  
Her smile was almost like that of an angel.  So when she smiled 
at me I began to relax.

"Now I don't want to upset you.  You didn't do anything wrong, 
but I wanted you to know that I saw what you and Sarah were doing 
in her room.  I watched the two of you for a while.  Then I went 
back downstairs and came back up and made enough noise so the two 
of you would hear me coming."

My hands dropped from the table to my lap and my eyes followed.  
I couldn't bear to look her in the eyes.  

My voice came out almost in a whisper as I said, "Am I in big 
trouble?"

Mrs. Clark took my hands in hers and said, "Melissa, look at me."

I slowly looked up into that beautiful smile.

"No. You are not in trouble.  What you and Sarah were doing is 
the result of your natural curiosity about your own sexuality."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but it sounded good and I started 
to feel better. 

"What about Sarah?  Is she in trouble?"

"Oh, no.  It's the same for her, only I didn't talk to her about 
it.  I never told her I saw the two of you ... and I would ask 
that you never tell her either.  Sarah might have trouble dealing 
with the idea that I saw her doing that.  Do you understand?"

"I think so."

"Good.  Now the reason I decided to discuss this with you is so 
that I can answer any question you might have about the way it 
made you feel when you were touching each other."

I was too embarrassed to say anything so Mrs. Clark asked me, 
"Did you push your finger inside Sarah's vagina?  Did she do that 
to you?"

"No."

"So you both just massaged each other's vaginas?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any questions about what you did or felt?"

I couldn't believe it when I heard myself ask, "Why did it feel 
so good?"

Mrs. Clark smiled and said, "Good question.  I don't know the 
scientific reasons, but I can tell you this.  Your vagina is a 
very sensitive part of your body.  It is called an erogenous 
zone, which means that when it is stimulated it will excite you 
and give you pleasure.  The part of your vagina that Sarah was 
massaging is where you clitoris is located and your clitoris is 
one of the most sensitive organs in you body and that is why it 
felt so good.”

She watched my reaction for a moment before continuing.

"There are several other places on your body that are erogenous 
zones, that when stimulated can give you great pleasure."

It was strange but I was suddenly completely at ease with Mrs. 
Clark.  I even asked, "What other parts of the body are erogenous 
zones?"

"Well there are a lot of them ... your neck, your breasts, your 
armpits, your thighs, your feet, and lots of others.  Actually 
it's better to learn about them by experience."

Mrs. Clark got up from the table and paced back and forth across 
the room for a minute. 

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes."

Mrs. Clark took me by the hand and led my upstairs to her 
bedroom.  She told me to sit down on the bed then she went into 
her closet and came back with a shoebox.  She sat down next to me 
and said, "I want to show you some pictures.  If they make you 
uncomfortable and you don't want to look at them, just say so and 
I'll put them away."

That made me very curious.  I said, "Okay."

She opened the box and took out a photo of a naked woman.  The 
woman was very beautiful and I told Mrs. Clark so when she asked 
what I thought.  She showed me several more pictures of nude 
women in different poses, asking after each picture what I 
thought of it.  

As I looked at all of the pictures, I found that I was enjoying 
it.  It gave me a kind of tingling excitement that Mrs. Clark was 
sharing this secret with me, although I wasn't exactly sure what 
the secret was.  After all, they were just pictures of naked 
women.  But who were they?  In all, there were only five 
different women.

Mrs. Clark asked, "Do you like looking at pictures of naked 
women?"

"Yes, I do," I said, sheepishly.

I think that knowing I shouldn't be looking at these pictures 
made it even more thrilling. 

"Who are these women?"

Mrs. Clark said, "These are some very special friends of mine. 
Would you like to see more pictures?"

I said that I did, and she pulled another picture out of the box.  
In this picture there were two naked women locked in an embrace.  
When I saw this one I thought of Sarah and me, and wondered if we 
looked this exciting as we were kissing each other.  

Mrs. Clark continued to pull pictures from the box.  Each one 
showing scenes wilder than the last.  The pictures showed a woman 
sucking on another woman's nipple, then a woman pushing her 
finger inside another woman's pussy, and two women lying on their 
sides with their heads between each other's legs.

When I was looking at that last picture Mrs. Clark asked me if I 
found the pictures upsetting. I told her that I didn’t, and she 
asked if I was interested in learning more.

I said that I was and she got off the bed and asked me, 

"Are you absolutely sure. I don't want you to feel that you have 
to do anything that you don't want to do."

I don't know what it was, but something about the way she was 
acting excited me even more. 

"I’m absolutely sure."

Mrs. Clark went over and closed the bedroom door.  She came back 
and sat down on the bed. 

“Stand up, Melissa.”

I slowly stood up beside the bed.

“Would you take your shirt off for me?”

I was suddenly very nervous, but I wanted to please her.  I stood 
up, pulled my shirt out of my shorts, and began to unbutton it.  
When I had it opened, I slipped it off my shoulders and dropped 
it on the floor. 

"Okay, now the bra."

I quickly unhooked my bra, which I probably didn't need yet 
anyway, and dropped it on the floor. 

Mrs. Clark looked at my breasts and said, "My ... those are so 
lovely.  Just budding now but in no time at all you will have 
beautiful full breasts."

I felt an odd sensation in my breasts.  Almost like when it's 
cold outside and you feel your nipples getting hard.  Only this 
felt better.  

"Okay, now take your shorts off for me."

I kicked off my shoes, then pushed my shorts down my legs and 
kicked them aside.  Now I was standing in front of Mrs. Clark in 
just my panties. 

"Now honey, I want you to press your fingers against you panties 
and rub them against your vagina.  Don't do it like you did last 
week.  Rub all over your pussy.  You don't mind me saying pussy 
do you?"

I pressed my fingers against the crotch of my panties and started 
rubbing like she asked. 

"I don't mind if you call it a pussy. I like it."

She watched me as I rubbed myself for about a minute, then she 
told me to stop. 

"Now remove your panties and hand them to me."

I slipped off my panties and handed them to her. 

Mrs. Clark said, "The excitement of sex was more than just the 
way it feels.  It is also the way it tastes and smells." 

She held my panties up to her noise and inhaled deeply. 

"Come here, honey.  I want you to smell them yourself." 

I moved close to her, and she pressed the crotch of my panties 
softly against my face.

I wasn't sure what I smelled, but I liked it.  I liked the odor.  
I liked that my panties felt damp against my face, and I liked 
that Mrs. Clark was smiling at me. 

"What do you think?"

"I like it."

Mrs. Clark really surprised me as she asked, "Would you like to 
kiss me?"

Until that moment the idea of kissing her had not occurred to me, 
but suddenly I wanted to do just that. 

"May I?" I asked feeling excited.

"Yes.  Come kiss me."

I moved in front of her and she put her arms around me.  I 
pressed my mouth against hers.  When I felt her mouth open a 
little, I pushed my tongue out and she sucked it into her mouth.  
We kissed like that for a few minutes, and I felt like I was in 
heaven.  I was feeling sensations in my pussy every bit as 
exciting as when Sarah had been massaging it, and no one was even 
touching it. 

After one very long kiss, Mrs. Clark asked, "Would you like to 
see me naked now?"

My heart started pounding and I was having difficulty breathing, 
but I managed to say, "Yes, I would."

Mrs. Clark stood up and told me to sit on the bed.  She removed 
her blouse and bra as I stared at her.

She had what looked to me at that time to be huge breasts.  They 
were actually 34b as I found out later, but they were firm and 
beautiful.  

Mrs. Clark moved over to the bed.

“Would you like to suck on my nipples?”

I didn’t say anything as I moved my lips around one of her hard 
nipples before.  I liked the way it felt in my mouth.  I moved to 
the other and sucked it the same way, using my tongue a little as 
well to make her feel good.  As I was sucking on them, they 
seemed to get even harder.  I noticed that Mrs. Clark had closed 
her eyes, and she began to push her chest out more.

Mrs. Clark let me have my way with her breasts for a while.

As I was sucking and enjoying the feeling of sucking her nipples, 
she asked, “Would you would like to see the rest of me?”

I let her nipple slip from my mouth as I straightened up to watch 
her. I watched her, not saying a word as she opened her pants and 
unzipped them.  She pushed her pants over her hips and let them 
drop, stepping out of them. She was standing in front of me in a 
pair of black panties.

As I watched her, she pressed her hand into her crotch and 
started rubbing herself the way she had told me to do myself.  
She did that for about a minute, and then she slid her panties 
down her legs and removed them. 

As Mrs. Clark stood up, I got my first look at her thick bush of 
dark hair above her pussy. The only thing that could draw my 
attention away from her hairy pussy was what she was doing with 
her panties.  She turned them inside out, looked at the crotch 
and smiled.  She held them up to her face and smelled them.  She 
had a dreamy look on her face as she did this. 

She bent down and picked my panties up off the floor and handed 
them to me and said, "Smell your panties again."

I did as she told me, smelling the musky scent of my pussy again.  

Mrs. Clark handed me her panties saying, “Smell mine now.”

I held them up to my nose, noticing immediately that they were 
much wetter than mine.  The scent was much stronger, and I liked 
it.  

When I put them down Mrs. Clark said, "Now you know the 
difference between the smell of an excited little girl’s pussy 
and a very horny woman's cunt.  Now, would you like to get on the 
bed with me and do the things you saw in the pictures I showed 
you?"

I felt something wet on the inside of my thigh.  When I looked 
down, I saw a tiny drop of moisture on my pussy lips.  Mrs. Clark 
saw it too. She reached her hand out and picked that little drop 
off me with her finger and put it in her mouth.  I didn't know 
what to say about that, so I just stared at her.

"That is the nectar from your pussy.  I couldn't let it just run 
down your leg and disappear."

Mrs. Clark climbed up on the bed and put her head on the pillow, 
asking me to join her there.  We were lying on our sides, face to 
face. 

"Melissa honey, you are a great kisser and I would love to have 
your tongue in my mouth again?"

So I moved to her, pressing my soft lips to hers.  She put her 
arms around me and we kissed passionately for several minutes. 

She was kissing my neck and my ears when she said, "Would you 
like me to kiss your breasts?"

"Oh yes, please."

When she took my nipple into her mouth, I thought my body was on 
fire.  When I didn't think I could stand it anymore, I pulled 
away from her and moved down so I could suck on her nipples 
again. I loved the way her breasts felt in my hands and the way 
she moaned when I rolled her nipples between my teeth.

When she stopped me after several minutes she said, "I’m now 
going to give you an experience that will be unlike anything else 
you have had in your life.  Lie on your back, baby.” 

Mrs. Clark got between my legs and lifted them over her shoulders 
as she moved her head between my thighs. She was kissing and 
licking the insides of my thighs as she moved up higher.  Finally 
she put her mouth over my pussy and began sucking on it as if it 
were a ripe peach.  

When she pushed her tongue inside of me I felt like I was getting 
electrical shocks all over my body.  Mrs. Clark moved her head a 
little and concentrated her attention on my clit, and suddenly 
something happened that I had never felt before or dreamed was 
possible. 

I felt like I was floating, but I could feel the sensations of 
her tongue in my pussy.  So I knew I was still on the bed but I 
couldn't capture a thought.  I could hear strange noises. Grunts 
and moans, and I didn't realize right away that I was the one 
making those noises.

My whole body tensed up from the most wonderful and incredibly 
intense feeling.  After a short time, I began to relax a little.  
I was more satisfied than I could ever remember.  I had no idea 
how long it lasted, but when it was over, I was still quivering.

For the next ten minutes, Mrs. Clark cuddled with me, running her 
hands up and down my back.

When I’d calmed down enough to talk, I asked her what happened to 
me.  Mrs. Clark said,

"Honey, you had an orgasm and it was beautiful to watch."

After she rubbed my body a little while, Mrs. Clark said, "Well 
you have experienced a lot today.  I think maybe we should go 
downstairs now."

I said, "But..."

Mrs. Clark said, "Is there something more you would like to do?"

I put my arms around her, kissed her, and whispered in her ear.

"Would it be all right ... if I did that to you?"

"Do what to me, honey?"

"What you just did to me?"

Mrs. Clark laughed and asked, "Are you sure you’re ready for 
that?"

"I think so.  Yes.  I am ready"

Mrs. Clark rolled onto her back and said, "Okay, it's all yours, 
honey."

"What should I do?"

"Just start licking and kissing around down there ... you'll find 
out what I like by the way I react to what you are doing. It 
won't take long to learn."

So I moved down between her thighs. When I got close to her pussy 
I wasn't sure if I could actually lick it, but I was so 
mesmerized by it that I couldn't move away.  I could see that her 
pubic hair was actually trimmed into a nice thick triangle above 
her mound.  Her pussy lips were opened.

As I was staring at it, Mrs. Clark's pussy twitched.  It wasn't 
actually a twitch.  It was more like her lips opened a little 
wider, then closed again.  That little movement sent a thrill 
through me and I dove into her pussy tongue first.

I began licking and sucking all over her pussy.  With Mrs. 
Clark's guidance, I was soon giving her the same pleasure she had 
given me.  She reached down and opened her pussy more to me, 
asking me to suck on her clit.

I suck and licked her clit.  Suddenly Mrs. Clark grabbed my head 
and pulled me tight against her pussy and yelled, "I'm coming".  
Several body spasms and a lot of moaning followed this.

As soon as she calmed down a bit, Mrs. Clark pulled me up and 
kissed me on the mouth and began licking her wetness off my face.

Mrs. Clark and I lay in the bed for a while, recovering from our 
sexual exertions.  

Later she asked me, “Are you upset in any way about what we just 
did?”

I thought about it for a few moments before I said, 

"I’m not really sure about everything we were doing, but I know 
that I like it."

Mrs. Clark said, "Good."

We went back down to the kitchen.  Mrs. Clark made us a snack.  
We sat together for awhile without talking. 

Mrs. Clark finally said, "What happened today is that I opened 
you up to the wonderful pleasures that two women can give each 
other.  I hope that as you get older and start having sex with 
boys that you won't lose the ability or desire to occasionally 
share yourself with another woman."

I didn't sense a question there, so I didn't say anything.  Mrs. 
Clark took a sip of her soda before she said, "Do you think that 
you would ever like to do this with me again?"

I felt a little twinge in my pussy when she said it. 

"Yes ... I think I would like to do it again."

"Do you think you would like to do this with Sarah?"

"I don't know.  Maybe.  Would it be all right if I did?"

"Yes, it would be all right.  As a matter of fact, I was hoping 
that you would want to do it with her.  I want Sarah to know the 
same pleasure I taught you today, but I can't teach her myself.  
I am counting on you.  Of course you can never tell her what we 
did today or that I suggested that you do this with her."

“I promise I won’t tell anyone about us.” 

I was both excited and nervous about Mrs. Clark's desire for me 
to teach Sarah about sex with another woman.  I wanted to do it, 
but what if Sarah didn't want to do it. 

I was mulling that over when Mrs. Clark asked, "Do you know how 
Sarah learned to massage her pussy the way she was doing yours?"

I played dumb and said, "No.  She never said."

"I taught her.  Actually, she doesn't know that I taught her.  I 
heard her come in the house one afternoon when I knew we would be 
alone.  I quickly got undressed and got on my bed and starting 
playing with my pussy.  I heard Sarah come up the stairs and when 
she got near my room, I made some noise so she would look in.  I 
pretended that I didn't know she was there while she watched me.  
I was actually hoping that she would come into my room and ask me 
what I was doing, but she didn't.  It wasn't until I saw her 
rubbing your pussy that I knew she had learned what I wanted her 
to learn, how a woman can please herself."

After that we talked about other things for a while.  When we 
finished our snack, I decide to go home.  When we got to the 
door, Mrs. Clark asked me for a kiss goodbye.  

I gave her a peck on the cheek.

“We can do better than that," she said.

Mrs. Clark kissed me on the mouth.  I felt her tongue slide 
between my lips.  I felt her hand slide down inside my shorts and 
panties.  She kissed me several more times as she rubbed my clit 
causing me to have a small orgasm.  It wasn't as intense as the 
first one but it left me unsteady as I left her house.

(continued in chapter 2)
 
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