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 A friend learns her way
   (She describes her first encounters as a young girl)
   I think it must have started when I was about 7.  I had a friend that
lived down the street, and I am pretty certain she must have learned about
sex from a family member, I don't know how she would have known so much if
she hadn't.  But it began with playing 'doctor'.
   She would kiss my forehead to 'take my temperature' and from there it
progressed to kissing my lips.  After a time, she wanted to take my temp
with a thermometer, but she wanted it to be accurate, so she insisted it
had to be a rectal temp.  Not that we knew those words then...
   It took a while of her asking me before I finally let her.  And then she
would say I had a fever, and her kisses would cure it.  She was my first
French kiss.  After a few months of our playing together, we got caught by
her mom and I wasn't allowed to come over any more.  But her mom told my
mom and step-dad, and it was a short time after that, that things started
happening with my family.
   My oldest brother was the first to make a move on me...or rather me on
him..  I missed the closeness with my girlfriend.  I missed the playing,
and the kissing.
   I remember he tried to keep me from doing anything the first few times.
We would lie in sleeping bags on Saturday mornings and I would crawl into
his to watch cartoons, and rub up against him.  He was four years older
than me, so when I was seven, he was eleven.
   When I was about 9 was our first truly sexual encounter.  We were play
fighting, wrestling and tickling, and it was just he and I at home.  I
could feel him getting hard against me, though at the time, I still didn't
fully understand it.  But I begged him to kiss me.  He finally did.  And
then he lifted me up and carried me into his room and set me on his bed. 
That first time, all we did was kiss.
   I was aroused as well.  I had been masturbating since I was around 8
years old, when I started stealing my brother's or my step-dad's Hustlers,
but I never had penetration, not even my fingers.  I just knew that rubbing
my clit made me feel wonderful.
   The next time my brother and I had time alone, we kissed and he grabbed
my butt, pulling my pussy against him and rubbing against me through our
clothes.  That was when he told me he wanted to have sex with me.
   I was afraid, and I still insisted that I wanted to be a virgin when I
got married.  That's when he told me there was another way we could have
sex and I would still be a virgin.
   When I asked him how, he told me that he could put it in my butt.
   I was very turned on, and I wanted to have sex with him, and if I could,
without losing my virginity, I was eager to try it!
   I was a little nervous when he left to go to the bathroom for a bottle
of lotion, but I was so turned on from our kissing and rubbing together.  I
was undressed under his bed covers when he came back.  Then he undressed
and slid under the covers too.  He kept kissing me and running his hands up
and down my back (that still turns me on).
   Then he told me to roll over on my belly.  I turned over and he got up
on his knees behind me.  I can still remember how cold the lotion was when
he squirted it on my ass.
   He coated his cock with it too, and then started pushing into me.  That
first time, it really hurt, but I didn't want him to stop, because I wanted
to have sex with him and he was trying to be gentle.
   I remember that first time so well.  I had never felt so close to him.
And he was big, at least he was to me.
   I didn't realize then that I could rub my clit at the same time.  But
the second time, I was actually lying flat on my belly while he fucked my
ass, and when he'd thrust in, it would push me against the bed and the
friction against my clit from rubbing my pussy against the bed made me cum.
   We continued that way for almost a year and a half.  Everytime we were
alone, we were in each other's bedrooms, with his cock in my ass.  And
almost every time after that second time, I managed to cum too.  Neither of
us knew all that much about sex, so we were just kind of making it up as we
went along.  We started getting riskier, not wanting to wait to be alone,
and sometimes we'd lock ourselves in his room while my other brother was
home.
   We decided one Saturday morning to have sex.  Up to that point, it had
all still been kissing, petting and anal sex.  But my mother walked in and
caught us.  We got in so much trouble.  And for a time, things stopped
between us.  It wasn't until I was about 13 that we got together again.
   I had a few boyfriends that I would kiss, and I occasionally let one of
them feel my tits, which were already developing by the time I was 10.
   But, when I was in the seventh grade, I decided to play hookey one
morning and hid out until I thought everyone was gone from the house.
   I didn't realize that my brother was running late for school and hadn't
left yet when I walked out of my bedroom.  He threatened to tell our mom
that I was skipping class, and I walked up to him and hugged him, and
begged him not to tell.  He promised not to, and we ended up spending the
morning at home watching tv together on the couch and talking.
   We started talking about what we used to do together, and both of us
started getting turned on.  That's when I told him that I wanted it to be
him that took my virginity, because I loved him and knew he loved me and
would be gentle like he used to be.
   He pulled me against him on the couch and started kissing me, and we
started to undress each other.  I could already feel how hard he was.  He
was 17 at the time, and his cock must have been a good 7 inches long.  This
would be my first experience with oral sex, both giving and receiving. 
When I put my hand around his cock, he begged me to suck it for him, but I
didn't know what to do, so he guided me, telling me to lick at first and
then let it slide into my mouth.
   He knew he would cum quickly if I kept going, so after only a few
minutes he pulled out of my mouth and laid me down on the carpet so we had
more room.  He knelt between my legs, and started to push inside me, but I
wasn't wet enough.  So he leaned down and started to lick my pussy, pushing
his tongue in me and flicking my clit.
   I came so hard...it was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt in my life.
   After I'd cum, he grinned at me and asked me if I was ready, and I was
literally begging him to fuck me.  It was the first time I'd ever used the
word 'fuck' out loud.  And it certainly turned him on to hear it.
   He got between my thighs and slowly pushed the head into me.  I'd broken
my hymen in a fall on the playground (that's another story altogether that
involves my stepdad) but it still hurt when he pushed the rest of the way
through.
   It took him almost five minutes to work his cock all the way into me
before he could finally really start fucking me.
   It did hurt - he stretched me so much, but when he was finally in me, it
wasn't so sharp, more of a burn.  But it was so damn hot.
   He couldn't last very long in me - I was so tight that I could feel
every movement, every pulse.
   He pulled out when he was ready to cum and came all over my belly.  We
weren't using a condom, and he didn't want to get me pregnant.
   That wasn't until a few years later, when I was on the pill...
   more to be told later 
  
a friend