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WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY
BEFORE READING ANY OF
MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY
THE MATERIAL.

This short story is based on an email I
received in response to my request for First
Time Experiences.  This story contains the
graphical account of consensual sex between two
high school girls.

I would love for you to email me your
experiences to inspire future stories.  My
favorite subject matter involves first time
experiences, innocence lost, lactation,
reluctance, and tribadism.

In these stories I seek to share what I believe
are beautiful, erotic and enlightening
experiences of real women.

My goal is to get you dripping wet - and if you
cum, I'll feel I've done my job.
Please email me if you do at
wcollege2001@yahoo.com AND
wcollege2002@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site
www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
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"High School Dance"
by Ginny Walker, 2003
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
wcollege2002@yahoo.com
F/F, 1st, Kissing, Rubbing

I knew there was something different about me
at a fairly early age.  By the time I was 13 my
girl friends were all going guy crazy, yet guys
didn't consume my thoughts at all.  I began to
feel less a part of my peer group and began to
feel insecure and confused about how I was
supposed to fit in.  I think as a result, I
immersed myself in art.  It became my passion -
in it I found satisfaction and fulfillment.
Even a sense of purpose.  It also was one of
the few things that I had in common with any of
my peers.  Cari was my best friend since 6th
grade and we managed to grow even closer over
the next four years.  She too loved art and I
believe it was our mutual passion for art that
fueled our friendship.

Cari and I shared virtually everything, yet my
most personal struggle was completely hidden
from her.  I didn't really know what I was
struggling with myself, so I didn't consider
bringing her in on my problem.  We started high
school and as new learning experiences came my
way, so went some of my childish innocence.
The heart of my insecurity and confusion was
beginning to become discernible, my struggle
was taking form.

Cari and I spent so much time together the next
year.  We were like sisters - my biological
sister was 3 years older than me and off at
college, while Cari's little sister was still
in elementary school.  So we became as close as
any biological sisters.  It was such a defining
period in our lives and we were always there
for each other as we experienced our successes
and our failures.

It was the start of 10th grade when I finally
came to terms with my turmoil.  In a moment of
revelation the reality hit me right between the
eyes and there was no denying things - at that
very moment I realized I was attracted to Cari.
Oh my god - I was sexually attracted to her!
Acknowledging that to myself seemed to turn my
world upside down.  I had finally experienced
my inner feelings, but I also knew the problems
I faced.  I was a freak, I thought to myself.
If people knew, they would talk about me or
even condemn me.  How could I ever meet someone
who would love me the same way?  Any hope of a
normal, happy life seemed to disappear.
Unwilling to face the brutal reality, I decided
I could never act on my desires, especially my
desire for Cari.

Still, there was a sense of relief - like a
wild animal that had been caged-up for a long
time, struggling to get out, hating its prison -
and then at once, had finally been released.
Looking back I could see there were always
signs - I loved to be close to Cari, to touch
her (just casually), to smell her, to share
with her.  We had been "cuddling" for years -
not physically, but there were so many times
we'd be together, maybe just lying on her bed,
and we would talk for hours.  There was an
intimacy that we shared that lacked only the
physical aspect.

Once I recognized my attraction for Cari, I
began to become more obsessed with her.  A
hunger grew within me - a hunger for Cari.  It
began to consume me and eventually would
control me.  I could not reveal my hunger to
Cari, but instead I began to feed it.  I would
touch Cari more, casually, but I would take
every opportunity to feel her flesh or smell
her skin.  I found myself dressing for her,
wondering what she would like to see me in.
But like an actor that is unaware of the
existence of a bedazzled groupie, Cari had no
clue about my feelings for her.  She would not
see my eyes drinking her in as we changed
clothes together, she had no idea of the
thoughts filling my head as I studied her firm,
budding breasts.  The way I coveted her shapely
rear end, as her jeans revealed the gentle
slope, gradually descending out from her lower
back, then making a perfectly tight turn under
as it met her thighs at a 90 degree angle, its
perfect side curve from hip to her narrow waist;
this would remain unknown to her, 
even though we were in the same room and even
though we shared an emotional closeness.

When we were together I began to casually hold
her hand - to her it was just incidental
contact, but to me it was filled with passion.
I would study her skin and drink in her texture
- her warmth burned my senses.  Though it was
the skin on her hand, I imagined it to be the
milky flesh of her budding breast.  The feel of
her skin against mine caused me to boil within.
I was being consumed by the lust that raged
within me.  But I dared not expose myself.  My
unsatisfied desires were nonetheless better
than rejection and ridicule.

My thirst for Cari would not be quenched by
these stolen glances, and fleeting touches.
The more I tried to satisfy my parched lips,
the more thirsty I became.  This proved to be
an agonizing torture for me.  I loved Cari so
much and I wanted her desperately.  I wanted
her to want me the same way.  Something I knew
I could not have.  Our friendly relationship
didn't include the ultimate intimacy I wanted
to share with her so deeply.  I was living a
lie - we were living a lie.  

It was the week before Thanksgiving, Cari and I
were together in her bedroom studying for a mid-
term math test when we took one of our frequent
breaks to just talk (truthfully, talking while
taking breaks to study would probably be more
accurate).  We got on the topic of the High
School Christmas Dance which was approaching
and in a moment of boldness that would forever
change my life I asked if she wanted to go to
the dance together.  I thought she might be
mortified, but she simply replied "sure".
After overcoming my initial shock, I realized I
was making too much of this - Cari and I did
everything together and lots of girls went to
the dances together.  In addition, the only boy
she had dated in the past 6 months was a bit of
a social wreck and probably wouldn't go to the
dance if Cari had asked him.  Cari had no idea
of what asking her to the dance really meant to
me.  The idea that this was a date was limited
to my own imagination.

Three weeks later the dance was upon us.  I
went pretty casual - I'm a jeans sort of person
while Cari is more the skirt type.  Cari's mom
dropped us off at the school at 8:30 PM (we let
things get rolling for a half hour before
arriving), and she'd pick us up at 11 PM sharp.
The first 45 minutes we mingled and talked to a
few friends and had some wings and punch.
Although I had been out with Cari hundreds of
times before, I was so nervous and giddy that
night, like a girl on her first date - probably
because in my mind, it was my first date.

Somehow Cari and I got involved in a
conversation about English class (which we both
hate).  Even talking about class was depressing
so when an upbeat song came on I said let's
dance.  Cari followed me onto the gym floor.
We kind of mixed in to the crowd at the far
side of the floor and danced a few songs.
Eventually a slow song started to play and I
turned to walk off the floor.  I took two steps
before I felt Cari tug me by the arm.  As I
turned, Cari said, "I love this song".  She
took my other hand in hers and stepped towards
me.  She began to dance with me and my heart
started to race.  Now standing close to me,
Cari put her hands on my shoulders and we
danced to this slow ballad.  As we became more
comfortable moving to the music together, I
placed my hands on her waist.  Closer now, and
with our hands holding onto each other, we
began to move in sync with one another.  The
song continued and our somewhat awkward
position, with our backs slightly leaning
forward, was altered to a more upright position
.  This drew our bodies together so that we
were now in contact.  Cari moved her hands from
my shoulders to my neck as we danced more like
a couple.

I almost couldn't believe this was happening.
My breathing became labored and I drank in the
closeness we shared.  Cari's body pressed into
mine, her little breasts meshing between my own
buds.  Our lower bodies swayed in sync to the
music, now moving as one.  My leg was now
positioned between hers as we danced hip to hip,
slightly offset.  I inhaled deeply and was
treated to the sweet scent of Cari's perfume.
Instinctively I tipped my head forward and her
hair brushed my cheek as I nuzzled her neck.
My lips touched her neck, oh god, the heat of
her skin scorched my lips!  We had exchanged
goodbye kisses on the cheeks many times - why
was this contact so different, why did it
affect me so powerfully.  Too terrified to kiss
her, I just kept my mouth pressed motionless
against her.

I never wanted this dance and to end as a
warmth began to spread throughout my body.  I
felt a tingling in my vagina and I melted into
Cari.  As we danced close together, our bodies
as one, Cari's thigh would occasionally bump up
against my pussy causing little spasms in my
vulva.  The contact also allowed me to feel
that I was very wet down there.  God I wanted
to just hump hard against her and have her
mouth on mine!  But I would be content to have
the contact we were sharing.  The song finally
ended and Cari immediately broke our embrace,
leaving me with a powerful sense of loss.

We left the dance floor, grabbing a couple of
Cokes from the refreshment table and walked to
a quiet spot in the gym where we made small
talk for a while.  Our conversation seemed
conspicuously casual and there was an
awkwardness between us.  I wanted so much to
tell Cari what I was feeling - to tell her how
much I loved our dance together and how much it
meant to me.  A few minutes later another slow
song began to play and I looked expectantly at
Cari, too embarrassed to ask her for what I
wanted.  Cari's eyes met mine and we exchanged
a heartful of thoughts without uttering a
single word.  Her look seemed to be pleading
with with me.  I was frozen - hopeful that she
would ask me to dance again.  I'll never forget
the words she finally spoke:  "Aren't you going
to kiss me?", as she closed her eyes and
brought her lips together leaving a section in
the middle slightly parted so it formed a
little open "O" shape.

Her words hadn't really registered in my head
when my body began to respond on its own.  In a
flash I found my lips pressing passionately
against Cari's, my mouth engulfing hers.  Like
during our earlier dance, Cari's arms embraced
my neck and our bodies came together in
intimate contact.  My body leading me with a
expertise I didn't know I possessed, my hand
found her left breast, its softness filling my
hand.  Oh god it felt so good to touch her like
this!  But simultaneously I was terrified at
the line I had just crossed.  My fears about
Cari's reaction would be swiftly answered as
she slipped her tongue into my mouth.  It found
my own tongue and played with it, reassuring me
that she approved of what I had done.

Encouraged by this, I began to fondle her
breast with passion.  It was deliciously
pliable, yet offered a firmness that tantalized
my sense of touch.  My fingers explored her
thoroughly and I could feel the distinctive
outline of her swollen areola through her top.
I trapped her tender nipple between my thumb
and middle finger and as I squeezed her
delicate bud teasingly, Cari moaned into my
mouth.  She increased her oral exploration and
I felt her nipple harden under my touch which
drove my passion all the more, knowing she was
responding to me in this way.

We went at it for nearly ten minutes, saliva
moving from mouth to mouth, feminine body
pressing into feminine body, fueling our lusts.
Soon we had worked our legs between each
other's, which guided us to a natural and slow
humping.  Our playfulness was so foreign to the
both of us, yet our animal instincts knew
exactly how to derive pleasure.  I believe
there is an innate ability (and possibly an
urge as well) for two women to make love -
something we potentially possess from birth.
This instinct caused our legs to part
invitingly, drawing the others thigh to the
place that is both the source and destination
of our passion.  Cari's thigh mashed against my
pussy and I could feel myself creaming my
panties as we humped.  My thigh matched her
rhythm and the pressure managed to work her
skirt higher up her thighs.  I began to feel
her warmth even through the denim covering my
leg and knew I was now rubbing directly against
her panties.

We continued our kiss as Cari moaned little
"mmmm" sounds into my mouth.  I surrendered
myself to this erotic moment and dropped my
hand from her breast and cupped Cari's pussy,
wedging my hand between my thigh and her mound.
Oh god, I couldn't believe how wet Cari was -
it felt like she had peed her pants!  I rubbed
her through the soaked panties - her vulva felt
so hot to the touch.  I could picture her pussy
in my mind as I explored it with my fingers.
Her vulva was puffy and filled my palm.  I felt
her slit which was clearly distinguishable
between her engorged labia.  As I rubbed along
the length of her labia I could hear an audible
squishing sound as my manipulations caused her
labia to slip along each other and squeezed her
juices in and around them.  Cari pulled her
lips just barely off of mine and in a pleading
voice said, "Go inside."

Like a frustrated schoolboy at third base for
the first time, I was impeded by Cari's panties.
 Not wanting to hesitate another second, I
pressed my finger firmly and the sopping
material of her panties along with my index
finger slid effortlessly between her labia and
penetrated her vagina.  She yelled out a loud
"Ohhhh" and mashed her mouth back over mine,
muffling her outburst somewhat.  I wiggled my
hand causing the base of my thumb to rub her
clit while my finger flicked around inside her
vagina, hindered only slightly by the
restriction of her panties now shoved deep
inside her cavern.  I felt the opening of
Cari's vagina constricting around my finger and
I knew she was coming.  With each contraction I
would press more firmly, mashing her clit and
driving my third knuckle past her tightening
vaginal opening.  This seemed to prolong her
orgasm for more than a full minute.  The look
on her face  brought tears to my eyes.  I had
made her come - it was bizarre, but I felt more
complete as a result.

After Cari's orgasm subsided, I slipped my
finger out of her, but kept my hand down there
rubbing her vagina through her panties.  Her
slit was parted slightly by her panties which
were still trapped within her.  Oh how I wanted
Cari to touch me that way!  I wanted to feel
her inside me - to come for her, the way she
had come for me.  But it was not to be.  I
confessed to Cari later that night how I wanted
her, how I wanted to love her - not just the
sisterly love we shared, but intimate love -
even more than we had already given each other.

The next few weeks were the hardest of my life.
Cari seemed to shun me after our experience at
the dance.  The light of day has a way of
changing our view of things.  Things that seem
pure and beautiful in the stealth darkness of
passion become complicated, unworkable, even
wrong in the light of real life.  Maybe it was
because Cari was afraid, or that she was
denying her own feelings, or unwilling to
follow an unconventional path.  There were
rumors flying around school after several
people had seen Cari and I at the dance.

I had experienced the most fulfilling joy with
Cari as well as the most devastating sense of
loss.  Still, I would never trade what we had
shared together.  With rejection, came
revelation.  That encounter with Cari was a
crossroads for me and my life started on a new
journey after that dance.

It would be 6 more months before I would
experience all that this journey had to offer.
Then I would know the taste of another girl for
the first time.  And I would receive the
unmatchable satisfaction of seeing and feeling
a delicate creature go down on me - sharing
myself with her as she feasted on me.  I would
learn more about the part of me I hadn't
previously known existed and it would reveal a
bit about my destiny.  I would become more
complete and have a sense of purpose.  The
confusion that clouded my early adolescence,
would be replaced with clarity and fulfillment.
But that's another story...


-THE END-


by Ginny Walker, 2003
Wet Yet?  If so email me at
wcollege2001@yahoo.com AND
wcollege2002@yahoo.com 
Future stories will appear on my web site
www.geocities.com/wcollege2001


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