## Archive-name: love-angela

From: an426586@anon.penet.fi

Subject: Love, Angela (ff, masterbation)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Dear Denise,
The last time we spoke, you asked me about my first experience with another woman. To answer your question, no- it wasn't planned. Really the first time, I was very young. As I grew up I tried to keep thoughts of my first, buried under a torrent of fantasies about boys.
Don't get me wrong. I liked, and still do like sex with men. However, I have come to realize that sex with another woman can fulfill me in ways that sex with a man cannot.
Women are far more gentle, and yet more passionate than men. Men generally have animal passion all the time. But animal passion can wear on you, and be over far too soon. When a woman becomes passionate, it is more special, more personal than with a man. With men, it often seems that they might as well be having sex with themselves. I have had sensitive male lovers, but they are the exception, rather than the rule.

My first experience with another female was when I was 13 years old. My friend Jennifer and I were very close. We had gone through the first ravages of puberty together. We watched ourselves and each other as our bodies were transformed from slim, almost boyish forms-- to a more awkward, almost lanky body. Which was at times embarrasing, and yet at other times wonderful.
I watched Jennifer as her chest was transformed from flat and small nipples to small mounds with larger brown nipples. We confided in each other about our first period -- the excitement, the fear, the mess. I watched my own vulva as it grew downy fuzz along the slit, and up toward my stomach. God did it itch!
We shared our new bodies with each other. I can recall Jennifer showing me her fuzzy pubic hair. Our bodies were new worlds to explore, and we were partners in that exploration. It was not long after that we became aware of each other's sexuality.
My first experience with masterbation took place at this time as well. I found that touches and strokes to my body produced unusual sensations. I remember my first orgasm well. I was in my room late at night in bed. I had been touching my vulva, stroking my pubic hair. I was aware of my clitoris previous to this, but this time it almost begged for my attention. As I nudged it with my thumb it swelled and sent shocks of electricity into my limbs.
I shook with excitement as I felt a now familiar dampness seeping from my vagina. As I caressed the folds of my labia, I felt pleasure in warm waves. Finally, there was an urgency, a threshold of pleasure that had stopped me previously. At this point, safe and alone in my room, I began to cross that threshold.
As I continued to stroke my clitoris, contractions began in my lower stomach and groin. They rapidly began to build up, until I feared that I might burst. I was afraid that I would wet myself due to the pressure building in my crotch. Finally, I abandoned myself to the pleasure, and my groin pulsed with exctacy. Later, as I lingered in my wetness, I realized that a bridge had been crossed-- a bridge into adult life.

I shared my experience with Jennifer. She was intrigued, as she had never climaxed before. We were both curious as to the physical nature of sex. We had heard about it, whispered by boys in the school yard. We were aware of references to "fuck", "cocksuck" and "69", but we didn't have a clue as to what these words meant. I vaguely recall thinking that a man inserted his penis into a woman's vagina, and peed, thus creating a baby. I don't suppose I understood why people had sex until I started experimenting with my own body. It was then that I understood, and wanted to find out more.
It happened that Jennifer's father had a collection of pornography ranging from magazines to videotapes. We began to look at these when her parents were away. The pictures of nude women fascinated me. I gazed longingly at the women, with their large breasts and hairy vaginas. I wondered if I would ever reach that state (Trust me, I did).
When we watched the videotapes, we were fascinated by the mechanics of sex. We were turned on, but I don't think either of us knew why. We were shocked to see just how big a penis could get. It was even more shocking to see that penis entering a woman through a small hole. We watched as the man pushed his way into the woman, while on top of her, beside her, behind her, and with her sliding onto him from above.
When Jennifer began to touch herself during the film, I watched her hands creep under her shirt and down her pants, to play with her fuzzy privates. Her face grew flushed as she caressed herself, her eyes upon the couple engaged in a rear entry position. I could almost see her passion build as she stroked faster, and deeper into herself.
It was then that two women in the movie began to have sex. We had never heard of such a thing! We watched closely as a woman buried her face into another woman's vagina. We saw the woman moan with pleasure.
Finally, Jennifer lost all control and pulled down her pants and panties, to push her hand against her wet mound. I watched, and I admit that I too had put my hands down my pants to feel my own dampness. She moaned and squirmed as she felt the buildup of her first orgasm. She asked for my help because "I had done this before". I obliged...
I sat down next to her, and started playing with her vagina. She removed her hands from herself, and let me work on her. She had her eyes closed as I examined her little mound. It was red and wet. Fluid was already seeping through her opening. I saw her clitoris peeking through the folds of her slit. I put my finger against her clit and began to move it.
She moaned as a moved my finger. She played with her nipples as I moved my hand more. She glanced over at the television, where the two women were still at it. She asked me to "do that". I was a little worried. I could smell her cum, musky and heavy. I wondered what it would taste like. But I bent down and touched my tounge against her clit softly. The taste was remarkably sweet. I decided that It wasn't so bad. I began to lick at it, as I would an ice cream cone. She moaned loudly and her pelvis pushed forward as she came for the first time...

I think it was then that I first began to be turned on by other women. The sight of seeing Jennifer, her legs spread wide, her fingers wet with cum, her face as I licked her clitoris, still remains with me today.

Soon after, Jennifer and I parted ways. I think it was because everytime she saw me, she felt ashamed of what we had done. Everytime I passed her in the hallway, she avoided my eyes. Perhaps she was remembering that afternoon at her parent's house.

At any rate, Denise, that was my first experience. My next experience was with a boy. But that is another story...

Love, Angela

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