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First Kiss (ff, squirt)


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At fifteen, Stephanie began to notice she might be
different from some of her friends. She had developed
just like them, dressed just like them, and enjoyed
being around them. She just wasn't as interested in
boys as they were. She had sexual feelings, sure, but
they seemed to be centered around some of her teachers
and friends-- female ones.

She never thought of the word "lesbian," she just knew
her friends were boy crazy and she wasn't. She played
along, had a couple of boyfriends, kissed some of
them, let them grab her boobs (which usually brought
fantasies of various females doing the same) and got
along without incident for a couple of years. 

Until she met Alisa.

By this point, Stephanie was seventeen, her sister
Joanne was fourteen and Alisa was a new neighbor.
Fifteen years old, petite at five feet two inches, but
perfectly proportioned. Steph didn't think much of her
the first time they met. It was a family introduction
the day that Alisa's family moved in, and she
basically just waved and said hello. 

Joanne, being closer to Alisa's age, was thrilled to
have someone else in the neighborhood that would be
worth spending time with. Most of the kids Joanne's
age or close seemed to be boys around here, and the
few girls that were around were too stuck up for
Joanne's liking. 

Alisa didn't know anyone, so regardless of their age
and grade difference, the two became fast friends.
Within two weeks, Alisa was on her first sleepover at
the spacious Brewer home. Stephanie didn't pay much
attention to either one of them, as she had a major
paper due on Monday and had every intention of
spending all weekend doing work she should have begun
weeks ago.

Working on Friday night had sort of become an excuse
of hers, she knew. She didn't feel like running around
and participating in all the boy/girl activity of her
friends. Occasionally she'd take a break in her ritual
for a sleepover or some other female only activity,
but her school was a tough private school and no one
questioned her motives at all. 

This Friday night, or Saturday morning she needed a
break. She decided to head to the media room and watch
some ridiculous television of one sort or another to
break the monotony. Steph's room, Joanne's room, the
two guest rooms, a hall bathroom, a small laundry
closet and the media room were all on the second floor
of the house. The media room had been built to absorb
sound, so Steph didn't hear much until she walked in
the door.

Joanne and Alisa were stretched out on the sofa,
laughing at the television, and giggled even more when
Steph walked in. On the television was a larger than
life couple. Coupling. Or at least making some motions
like they were having sex. The television in the media
room didn't get any porn stations, but it was Friday
night after all, and Showtime or Cinemax or something
was obviously running a Red Shoes type show.

"Nice." Steph sighed sarcastically as she rolled her
eyes. 

"I come in here to relax a little and you guys are
watching soft porn, unbelievable." She started to turn
and go back to her room, wishing for the hundredth
time that her parents, who could certainly afford it,
would allow her a television in her room. 

"Wait, Steph." Joanne interjected before Steph could
walk out. 

"No biggy, watch what you want. We're just flipping
channels and settled on this one. You can change it."

Steph flopped down in the leather chair perpendicular
to the sofa and grabbed the remote. By this time, the
sex scene was over, and Steph could easily have
switched channels, but she had only come in to watch
it to take her mind off of her paper, so she figured
what the hell.

"What's it about anyway?" Steph asked as she tried to
figure out the thin plot.

Alisa answered, "You know, typical bullshit, asshole
guy is intriguing to this woman who is strong and
seemingly intelligent yet somehow needs this jerk in
her life." 

Steph grunted a response, indicating that she
understood, but she didn't turn her head back towards
the tv after listening. She was looking at Alisa's
mouth. Her lips and her teeth were beautiful. She'd
not noticed it before. She shouldn't be noticing it
now. But suddenly she was almost overwhelmed with the
need to kiss Alisa.

She shook her head a little to clear the fog and
watched the show again. But then she glanced back
again at Alisa. Alisa was wearing a long t-shirt with
the school Mustang on it, presumably panties and white
socks. The t-shirt covered her legs almost to the
knee. Her legs were smooth, and Alisa's skin was dark
enough that Steph wondered whether or not Alisa used a
tanning bed. Then she realized she was staring again.
Worse, she was daydreaming about touching those legs.

She tried to concentrate on the show, but Steph was
decidedly distracted by Alisa in the room. She was
just tired, she thought, the paper was getting to her.
Maybe she needed a date and a little fun. Maybe she
needed to go to her room and play with herself. Yes,
that was a good idea. 

As she got up from the room, yawning and stretching
after a mere twenty minutes of watching the show, she
got a glimpse of Alisa's panties. Her pulse quickened.
It wasn't even enough of a view to tell if the panties
were print or plain, bikini or brief, nothing, but she
had a physical response like Alisa was naked. Or
touching her.

"Good night," she mumbled, and wandered down the
hallway.

Once she got to her own room, she wasted no time in
stripping off her sweats, dropping her panties and
getting in the bed. She didn't care that she shouldn't
be thinking about Alisa, who was, after all, only
fifteen. Steph imagined kissing Alisa, imagined
touching those legs, rubbing her hands up and down
Alisa's small frame, kissing her breasts. 

As she imagined doing these things to Alisa, she was
doing them to herself, touching her thighs, rubbing
her breasts, which were warm, her chest was flushed
with the excitement of thinking about Alisa. She
wanted those lips, wanted to kiss them, wanted to feel
them on her body. 

"Oh man, I need to get out more." She thought to
herself, as both of her hands moved from rubbing her
inner thighs to directly touching her mound. With her
left hand, she separated her lips a little more, her
right index finger gently caressed her inner labia,
feeling the wetness there, dragging some of it up to
her clitoris. She moaned, bent her legs at the knees
and looked down at her fingers playing at her crotch.

She wondered what Alisa looked like down there,
wondered what she smelled like, tasted like. She slid
her finger inside of her vagina and her head went back
against her pillow from the feeling of pleasure. She
moved her finger in and out two or three times then
put her finger in her mouth. She wondered if Alisa
would taste like her, wondered how it would feel to
open her mouth wide and place it over Alisa's little
mound. She moved her hand back down to her own wet
pussy.

With her left hand, Steph was gently working her clit,
squeezing it nimbly between her thumb and index
finger, then rubbing it in little circles, then
dragging more moisture from lower down. This was done
in time to the two fingers she had inside herself,
fucking her faster as the images of Alisa naked on her
bed flashed through her mind. She could almost feel
her thighs beside her head, almost hear Alisa's cries
and moans as she heard her own now. She wanted to eat
her. She wanted to devour her whole, suck her entire
body inside of her. She needed it.

Her fingers seemed no longer to be under her control.
They were moving quickly, but more importantly, they
were moving insistently, pushing, pulling, rubbing as
if there was something that needed to be taken out,
gotten to, delivered from her. When she came, it was
as if someone had reached inside her, grabbed hold of
some part of her that was in no anatomy books and
ripped it out, releasing her mind from her body. She
could not help but shout "Oh God!" as her body shook.
She kept rubbing, needing more even though she could
barely stand it. Suddenly, it felt like she might need
to pee, but not exactly and then with another shout,
some sort of fluid shot out of her, and she felt like
she might faint. 

Her face was clenched and her body was tensed as this
second orgasm or whatever it was launched her into
spasms. The only noise she made was a long
"nnnnnnnnnnn" through her teeth.

She didn't know if she would ever come down, but she
finally did, catching her breath, opening her eyes,
looking around the room, and finally down at her bed.
"Holy shit, what was that?" She said aloud as she
looked down at her soaked sheets. 

"Gross, I peed myself." But she knew it wasn't true.
It didn't smell like pee. It didn't even look like
pee. 

She started stripping the bed, not knowing what had
happened, but knowing that she couldn't sleep in these
wet sheets. She threw her clothes back on, picked up
the sheets and headed to the laundry. She started the
washing machine, dumped in some detergent and was
about to put the sheets in the machine when Alisa
walked out of the media room, startling her.

"Oh, I didn't know you guys were still up." Steph
said, while thinking "oh shit, how do I explain
washing sheets at 3 a.m?" 

"We're not. Your sister's asleep, I was watching some
stupid horror movie, but now I need to pee. You're
doing laundry in the middle of the night?" Alisa eyed
Steph curiously, and then they both looked down to see
the huge wet spot which Steph had been holding away
from herself as she was getting ready to load the
washing machine. 

"Did you have an accident?" Alisa asked, not truly
meaning to say it aloud, but unable to stop herself.

"Yes, I mean, no, I mean, I spilled a glass of water
when I was reading." Steph asked, doing a poor job of
trying to cover up what happened. 

To Alisa, it sounded like Steph was embarrassed that
she had peed the bed. She tried to reassure her. "It's
alright, I imagine it happens to lots of people now
and again. I mean you're really tired from studying
and stuff, so no big deal I mean...." she trailed off,
not wanting to sound stupid or embarrassed, but
feeling both.

"I didn't pee." Steph said, forcefully. "I was playing
with myself and all this stuff came out. It's not
pee."

Steph could not believe she had spoken that way. She
had not only told someone that she barely knew that
she masturbated, but that she had just finished, and
that when doing it, she was some kind of freak. And
this wasn't just any girl, it was the very girl she
had just been fantasizing about. What the fuck was
wrong with her? 

"Oh, shit, you're a squirter? I thought they made that
up for porn!" Alisa squealed, as if she had just been
told that Steph was a unicorn. 

"A what?! I'm not a... I have no idea what you're
talking about and I don't want to talk about it any
more." Steph shoved the sheets in the washing machine,
slammed the lid down and walked back to her room,
closing the door behind her.

Her heart was racing, the blood had rushed to her
face, she was practically near tears. She had no idea
what she was doing. She felt completely at loose ends,
like she just wanted to jump up and down and scream.
She was pretty sure she was losing her mind. It took
her a minute to realize that someone was tapping at
the door. It took another minute to decide what she
wanted to do about it.

"Come in." She muttered.

Alisa opened the door and peeked in. "I'm sorry,
Steph, I didn't mean... I wasn't trying to upset you."

"It's ok. I'm just embarrassed I guess. I don't know
why I told you that. And I've never... squirted before,
so I didn't know that's what you called it."

"Can I come in?" Alisa asked.

Steph sat on the edge of her bed, not looking at
Alisa, just staring straight ahead as if she was
paralyzed. "Sure."

Alisa walked in, grabbed the chair from Steph's desk
and sat down. Steph glanced at her for a moment and
couldn't believe that she was now thinking about
Alisa's body again. 

Alisa was sitting in the chair backwards. It was a
simple folding chair and Alisa's legs were spread
around the back, her t-shirt up at her hips, the
crotch of her panties clearly exposed. She leaned
against the back of the chair, her head resting on her
arms. 

Alisa's panties were simple print, little flowers or
something, Steph observed. Steph was breathing deeply,
wondering if she should be saying something, doing
something. She didn't know what to say. 

"I shouldn't have said that about squirting or
anything. I just saw it on a porn movie once, that's
all, and thought it was faked or peeing or something."


"You're fourteen, you shouldn't be watching porn!"
Steph asked. Steph had seen some, but hadn't much
liked it. It was at a friend's house one night and she
couldn't really get into it anyway, as she and her
friends were just watching it to make fun of it.

"I'm fifteen! Besides, I have older brothers, I can
barely avoid it, pigs? I found some of their movies
one time and looked at some of them. It was no big
deal, really. I liked one of them. I saw squirting on
one of them and figured it was fake."

"I can't believe we're talking about this. I don't
know you and I told you that I.. and now you're
talking about watching porn." Steph looked Alisa right
and the eyes as she spoke, and was again tempted to
kiss her. 

Alisa began to laugh. It started as a small exhale,
but was soon caught in an uncontrollable giggle. Steph
was thrown off, but couldn't help laughing even though
she had no idea what she was supposed to be laughing
about. Alisa's fit of giggles was amusing to watch,
even though it appeared to be unprovoked. 

"What. Are. You. Laughing. About?" Steph asked, in
between her own laughs. 

Alisa barely got it out, but managed an explanation.
"You should have seen your face after I looked at that
wet spot on your sheets. You looked..." Alisa resumed
her giggles. 

Steph thought she should have been mad at being
laughed at, but she wasn't. She was enjoying herself,
enjoyed watching Alisa giggling, liked the way her
face looked, how her mouth looked open, liked how her
eyes lit up as she tried to stop laughing, only to
resume a moment later. 

It made Steph laugh harder. It had been funny, how she
quickly tried to come up with something that made any
sense besides "I came all over my sheets." It didn't
seem funny when it happened, but it sure did now. 

Steph and Alisa were more than a little punchy. It was
going on 4 a.m., neither had been to sleep and they
were both slap happy from the emotionally charged
discussion.

The laughter slowed, and Alisa and Steph regained
their composure. Steph became flustered again as Alisa
asked her, "How often do you... you know?"

Steph saw no reason to start lying now. "About three
or four times a week, I guess."

Alisa's eyes widened. Steph felt herself getting
embarrassed again. "You must go through a lot of
laundry detergent!" Alisa said, stunned with Steph's
admission.

Steph paused a minute, trying to figure out where this
conversation had derailed. "Oh, shit! No, I mean not
the, the squirting. I mean I play with myself three or
four times a week."

Alisa and Steph both began giggling again, but managed
to keep themselves under control. Alisa said "Yeah me
too, though more like four or five times a week, I
think."

Alisa asked "What about the squirting?" 

"Should we even be talking about this?" Steph asked,
sure the answer was no. She didn't care, but she felt
like as the older one, she should be trying to steer
this question in other directions. 

Alisa raised an eyebrow. "Answer the question."

Steph looked at her again, her eyes roaming over
Alisa's body, then moving back in the direction of
Alisa's eyes. "That was the first time that ever
happened to me."  

"Really? And to think I was here for it! You could be
a porn star some day!" Alisa said, standing up, her
legs a little fatigued from her position on the chair.
She turned it around and sat in a more proper
position, though Steph could still stare at her legs.
"How did it happen?"

"How much should I tell her?" Steph thought to
herself. "None of it. I shouldn't tell her anything.
This is Joanne's new best friend and we're sitting her
talking about playing with herself; discussing
masturbation, orgasm. She should just end it. Now."

"I don't know." Steph began, "I was just taking care
of things, and then I finished, or thought I did and
then, wham!" It happened.

"Wham? You mean squirt! it happened, don't you?" Alisa
asked mischievously. 

"Right, squirt." Steph replied, "whatever."

"Well, were you doing something different? A new way
or something?" Alisa asked, not concerned about how
personal this conversation was getting.

Steph thought that of course she was doing something
differently. Should she answer, "Yes, I was thinking
about eating your pussy. Not just your pussy. I was
thinking of devouring you whole. Because for some
unknown reason I want you, Alisa, want to kiss, you
grab you, fuck you, hold you, and I'm afraid Alisa
that any given moment you will be disgusted and walk
out, but I need to talk to you, to tell you the truth
because you've got me, Alisa. I don't know why or how,
but I think I'm falling for you."

"No, it was just a good fantasy or something," Steph
answered. "Why do you care anyway?" 

"I just want to know, that's all. Like I said, I
thought it was bullshit. What kind of fantasy was it?"

Steph was beginning to feel like she wanted to jump up
and down and scream again. "Why don't you tell me what
you fantasized about the last time you played with
your pussy, Alisa? Or is that a little personal?" 

Alisa was nonplussed. "Ok, I'll tell you, but you have
to go first because I asked first." 

Steph knew, as she laid back on her bed that she was
going to tell Alisa. She didn't know why, but she was.
She closed her eyes, put her hands over her face, and
mumbled. "I was thinking about you."

She teared up immediately, and said it again. "I was
thinking about..." then she opened her eyes as she felt
the weight on the bed shift as Alisa sat down next to
her on the bed. Alisa was staring her in the eyes now,
and Steph didn't even try to suppress her feelings
this time. She sat up, put her arms around Alisa and
kissed her. 

For the first time that evening, or that morning, or
probably in weeks, maybe even years, Steph did not
feel like something was not quite right. This was
right. These lips, Alisa's lips, warm, firm, against
hers, this tongue, these teeth, this was what she had
needed. She needed to feel Alisa pressed up against
her. 

Alisa needed it to. She didn't know it until this
moment, but now she knew that it was the reason she
had been unable to fall asleep, the reason she walked
into the hallway, had followed Steph into her room. It
was meant to be, this kiss. 

And it didn't end. There were moments when they
paused, or moved their lips to other parts of each
other's bodies, but the kiss didn't end. Alisa kissed
Steph's neck, moved her mouth over to her ear, chewed
it gently, her tongue darting out just a bit. It was
noisy to Steph, but it also made her wet like no one
else had ever done.

Steph's hands roamed all over Alisa, feeling her back,
touching those legs, "Oh God, those legs." her hands
moved under Alisa's shirt as Alisa rubbed her in the
same way, both exploring, attempting to take in every
smell, taste, feel, sight and sound of each other. 

They were lying down now, Alisa mostly on top of
Steph, and as she moved her hand down into Steph's
sweat pants, she whispered into Steph's ear, "I want
to see it. I want to watch you." 

In about fifteen seconds, they were both naked,
stripping each other and feeling their now naked
bodies pressed against one another, breast touched
breast, mouth to nipple, skin to skin. They were
sighing, grinding, licking, and Alisa, her right hand
between Steph's legs, was rubbing, lubricating her
fingers, and then, with a slight moan from both of
them, Alisa slid a finger inside of Steph.

Steph laid back, not believing the reality of what she
was only an hour ago fantasizing about. This beautiful
girl, God, she was only fifteen, was playing with her.
Hell, she was finger fucking her. They were looking
each other in the eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Then
they were kissing again, all the while Alisa's hand
between Steph's legs, probing, playing, rubbing. And
again Alisa made her request.

"Let me see it. Let me watch." Alisa sat up now, both
hands between Steph's legs, circling her clit, the
kiss still ongoing, their bodies touching. Then Alisa
changed positions, started crawling, moving down, her
lips kissing beneath Steph's breast, then her ribs,
then her stomach, her navel, the ridge of her hips,
and finally, as Steph had hoped to do to Alisa, Alisa
was doing to her.

"I always did like the golden rule." Steph thought to
herself as Alisa opened her mouth and put out her
tongue, and like a cat, began to lick Steph's wet
slit. Steph's legs, as if pulled by strings, bent and
spread, she was holding them open with her arms,
spreading herself so that Alisa could get to her,
could pull her, could fuck her, could eat her. And
within a moment she was being strummed like a deep
harp string, and she was moaning.

"I...... I'mmmmm.... Oh god...."

She looked down at Alisa and gathered her thoughts for
one sentence. "Don't stop when I come." And then she
did. Her head fell back, her muscles clenched and she
was coming. She thought the orgasm brought on by her
fantasy Alisa was spectacular, but this was possibly
life threatening. If she did die, Steph wouldn't care.
It was perfect. It was the end of her first kiss with
Alisa. It was more than a kiss, but it all seemed of a
part, as if the sex was indicated by the kiss, as if
this was all inside it.

Alisa was so wet, she almost came from watching Steph.
Her body was so beautiful, so strong, so incredible.
Then she remembered, she wasn't supposed to stop. She
continued licking, driving, moaning as she felt Steph
come against her. She could feel the spasms with her
fingers, deep inside Steph's vagina. Her fingers were
inside this girl. She was doing this, licking a girl's
pussy. It was incredible. Then she felt Steph's hand
on her head, and heard Steph say "NOW!" and she lifted
up, not completely remembering what she was supposed
to be waiting for, but reminded by the sudden spray of
liquid coming out of Steph's body. 

It was intense, that was the only word for it. Steph
seemed gripped in another orgasm, and Alisa
immediately stuck two fingers in her own pussy as she
watched the display. They were both shouting now,
almost in time. 

"Oh yes, yeah, that's it, oh god," Neither of them
were sure who was saying what, but they knew more
cleaning up was involved. Steph squirted, and Alisa
rubbed herself. Her face was wet from licking Steph,
her torso wet from Steph's spray, and her crotch
soaking from all of it. Alisa fell to her side and
strummed herself into her own intense orgasm. Steph
was coming back to her senses, the room had resumed
it's normal balance, was no longer spinning. And in a
moment, they were both jarred back to full sobriety.

"Oh. My. God." Joanne said, standing in the door of
the bedroom, her mouth wide open, her eyes and face
set in a look of something bordering on fear. 





  



 

 









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