Subject:     My First Lesbian Experience 
Story Codes: FF oral first
Diary date:  September 13, 2003 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Well, technically this was not my first lesbian experience since I had been 
with my mom, her sister and her best friend before I was with Brenda.  It 
WAS, however, the first time I was with a girl sexually was not a relative of 
mine or close friend of the family.  So as far as I am concerned this was my 
"first" time with a girl.

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 – Worries About Going to College
   Chapter 2 – Brenda, My New Roomie
   Chapter 3 – Morning at Brenda’s House
   Chapter 4 – Brenda’s Back Yard
   Chapter 5 – Sexy Photoshoot With Brenda Postscript


Chapter 1 – Worries About Going to College
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I lost my virginity when I was fourteen and was fucked by more than my fair 
share of guys while in high school, yet in all that time I never did anything 
serious with another girl - sexually speaking that is.  What I mean by 
“serious” is actual physical contact in a sexual way.  I was like most of my 
friends at that age, horny all the time!  Sometimes I would masturbate with 
my friends at a sleepover or something.  In fact my younger cousin Kristi and 
I use to play with ourselves a lot growing up but we were more like two 
sisters than anything else.   Even with Kristi it was always just for fun and 
we NEVER touched each other, at least not with any sexual intent.

After I turned sixteen and started having sex with my dad, it wasn't long 
before my mom joined in and then her sister, my Aunt Linda, got involved as 
well.  Actually, I don’t do it much with my Aunt and even my mom is only an 
occasional thing, especially when you compare to how often my dad does me.  
From my perspective, being with my mom and aunt is a family thing, completely 
different from having sex with a girl my own age.  Maybe it’s just me, but I 
just can’t think of sex with them as being a “true” lesbian experience – it’s 
my mom and aunt!  So going into my freshman year of college, so far as girls 
went I considered myself a virgin.

Looking back at those times, I can’t really cite any real reason WHY I didn’t 
have sex with other girls.  It wasn't a conscious decision NOT to so much as 
for one reason or another the right opportunity just never seemed to come 
about.  I suppose the case could be made that I didn’t really LOOK for one 
either but then, why would I?  From the time I tasted my first cock, I knew I 
LOVED sucking cock and being fucked was even better.  Since I was quite 
satisfied with my sex life as it was, why should I go looking for something 
else?  There was certainly no shortage of guys willing to volunteer to take 
care of my “needs” whenever I was horny.

In the interest of full disclosure, while I may have never actually DONE 
anything with another girl, it wasn't like I didn’t look at girls with 
interest or masturbate about them.  Indeed, I often would watch my cousin 
masturbate and think of how much I would have loved to lick her pussy or have 
her do mine.  The same with my best friend Beth and other girls my age.  I 
was totally turned on watching them touch themselves or having sex with other 
boys but somehow the right moment never came up.  Sure at parties w would 
kiss and fondle each other but that was just to tease the boys, not as 
something actually between us.

When I left home for my first year of college I also left behind my boyfriend 
Chuck who was going to be a junior at The University of Pittsburgh.  As you 
might guess Chuck wasn’t exactly thrilled when I chose a school that was 
almost four hours away, meaning I would only be home for major holidays.

As for myself, although I knew I would miss him a lot, I wasn’t too worried 
about us being separated for so long because I knew that we were in love with 
each other and somehow or another I was sure we would make it work.  If 
nothing else, I was confident that memories of my patented blow jobs, not to 
mention my willingness to let him fuck me virtually anytime and anyplace, 
would keep him waiting for me!

As for me, I was more concerned about the lack of sex than anything else.  
For the past four years I probably hadn’t gone more than a week or two 
without getting laid so how would I cope with having to go for weeks or even 
months without it?  Chuck may have been a bit spoiled in that he knew he 
could have me whenever he wanted, but at the same time I was also accustomed 
to having Chuck’s horny cock available pretty much whenever I wanted it 
(c’mon, when did a boy ever say no when a girl asks him to fuck her?).

On top of everything else, I would no longer be getting fucked regularly by 
my dad either.  Actually, this would be the first time since he first fucked 
me over two years ago that he would have to go more than a few days without 
me being there to take care of his needs and I wondered how both of us would 
cope with the separation.  It wasn't so much I needed my dad to take care of 
MY needs, I loved it when he fucked me because I knew I was taking care of 
HIS needs.  As a daughter, what more could I do for my father than that? 

So to sum it up, going cold turkey when I was use to having TWO cocks readily 
available was not something I was looking forward to dealing with.  Of course 
I LOVE to masturbate but that’s not the same as having sex.  There’s nobody I 
could blame as I had chosen the school based on the thought that in the long 
run it would be best for my career.  So the sex thing would just have to work 
its way out.  In my heart I knew God had led me to this decision so I just 
had to accept His will and trust that he would take care of me as he always 
has.


Chapter 2 – Brenda, My New Roomie
=================================

A couple of weeks before school started, I was notified of my dorm assignment 
and given the name and e-mail address of my new roomie.  We’d exchanged a few 
things and pics but it wasn't until I arrived at my new school that I got to 
meet my new roomie for the first time.  

Brenda and I got along fantastic from the start even though we were quite 
different in many ways.  She was a perky redhead with freckles whose great 
boobs (ok, so I was a little jealous about those!) and looks were already 
catching the eyes of the upperclassmen.  

One of the unusual things about Brenda was that her family lived only about 
ten miles from school.  As she explained it, her parents wanted her to stay 
in the dorms during her freshman year so she could have her “college life 
experience” and then live at home for the remaining three years to save money 
(living in the dorms IS expensive).  As things turned out, I doubt they had a 
clue what “life experiences” she would be soon be having.  No doubt if they 
had, they might’ve thought twice about the arrangement!

During our second week of school Brenda invited me to come over to her house 
for the upcoming weekend.  Her parents lived out of town near a small lake in 
a large two-story home.  I was especially excited when she told me that they 
had a pool in the back yard.  The weather in mid-September was still pretty 
hot at times so a dip in a pool sounded awfully inviting.  Needless to say, I 
immediately agreed to go home with her! Besides, if nothing else it beat 
spending a weekend alone in my dorm room masturbating.  

Of course it wasn't that masturbating was so bad - I could spend an entire 
weekend doing it.  No, it was the being alone part that sucked.  I’d been 
away from home less than two weeks and already I was so incredibly horny that 
I wasn’t sure I was going to hold out until Parent’s Weekend in October when 
my dad would come to “rescue” me.

Being a private Christian school, there were very strict guidelines on our 
lifestyles, particularly regarding sexual behavior.  In a nutshell, “no sex” 
would sum it up pretty well.  That includes anything on the Internet, which 
they warned they would be monitoring everything we did very closely.  

The dress code was rather draconian but not anything I couldn't live with 
although it required a pretty drastic overhaul of my wardrobe from high 
school where pretty much anything went.  Although not spelled out in any 
exact words, it was strongly implied that even masturbation was viewed as a 
sin as it involved lust and self-gratification and would not be tolerated.  

After our orientation, Brenda and I talked about these guidelines and for a 
while we both sort of danced around the subject.  I had a feeling she wanted 
to say a few things but was worried that I might be some sort of prude and 
frankly, I had some of the same concerns about her.  Finally, I decided to 
break the vicious circle of denial.

“OK Brenda, I’ll be the first to say it... I’m not a virgin.”

Brenda cracked up and for a minute I wondered what I’d said that was so 
funny.

“Sorry Kelly, I don’t mean to laugh,” she apologized, “It’s just that here we 
are in college, and it’s like we’re back in middle school talking about the 
first time we kissed a boy!”

I couldn't help but laugh a bit at that as well.  She was right, it was 
pretty silly but then after the dire warnings during orientation, what choice 
did we have?

“And for your information, I’m not a virgin either,” she blurted out between 
giggles.

It was the proverbial opening of the floodgates as once we got started, it 
was like one-upmanship as we each confessed more and more about our sexual 
history.   Naturally, there were a few things I did NOT tell her such as my 
family “relationships” nor did I tell her the truth as to how many guys I’d 
been with.

Brenda told me that she had been with two guys so far and the way she made it 
sound, THAT was a lot to her!  Well, no way was I going to tell her how many 
guys I’d fucked, not to mention the number of BJs I’d given.  I told her I’d 
been with a few guys – enough to impress her but not enough to make her think 
I was some class slut or anything.  Being the class slut was something I’d 
been quite proud of back in high school but here at a Christian college, it’s 
not exactly something you wear on your sleeve!

Although it took a little while for either of us to admit it to the other, 
one thing we both agreed on – we both liked to masturbate.  Even so, this was 
another area where I felt it was better to hold back a bit.  Brenda actually 
blushed when she told me she sometimes did it several times a WEEK, as if 
that was something naughty.  Imagine if she knew that sometimes I did it that 
many times a DAY!  Thus I toned things down a bit and just agreed with her 
that we were about the same.

Brenda was obviously from a more conservative lifestyle than I was and when I 
hinted about us maybe masturbating together sometime, the look on her face 
was enough for me to back-track immediately.  The one thing we agreed on was 
not to make a big deal out it.  Thus during the first couple of weeks we both 
did it but made an effort not to be obvious about it when the other was 
around.

It was a bit of a pain not to be able to do myself whenever I wanted like I 
was use to doing back home, but I was hopeful that the day would come when we 
would be comfortable enough with each other to do that.  Who knows, maybe 
this weekend would provide the opportunity? It wasn't like we would be having 
sex with any guys.  Honestly, at that point the thought of me doing anything 
with her beyond just watching her fingering her pussy never even crossed my 
mind. 


Chapter 3 – Morning at Brenda’s House
=====================================

Brenda’s parents picked us up promptly after classes were over on Friday and 
it only took about twenty minutes to get to their house.  Her mom served a 
great dinner and for the rest of the evening we watched TV in their family 
room.  Her parents were quite a bit older than mine and I learned that they 
were alumni of our university.  The two of them had met in school and married 
about a year after graduation.

I also learned that Brenda had a brother as well but he was older than her 
and was already married with two small boys.  They lived in town and visited 
quite often but she didn’t expect him to be there this weekend.   There were 
some family pictures on the tables and Brenda showed me what he looked like.  
Wow, he didn’t look too shabby!  I didn't dare say anything as I had no idea 
how Brenda would react if I told her what I was getting horny thinking about 
her married brother.

Brenda’s parents said goodnight and went off to bed early after which Brenda 
and I decided to go to her bedroom and we got changed for bed.

That brings up another issue we had to work out early in our dorm room 
experience – what to wear around the room and to bed.  For all the 
preparations I’d made, this was something I never even thought about once.  
Ever since I was twelve, I’ve slept nude and so for me it’s not even 
something I think about unless I’m at someone else’s house.

I suppose I should’ve expected it to be like a sleepover at one of my 
friend’s and put on a nightie or even pajamas the first night, but when it 
came time for bed I instinctively started to get in naked bed after removing 
my clothes.  Looking over at Brenda, I saw she was putting on a long t-shirt 
style shirt over a pair of gym shorts.  She have me an odd look and suddenly 
I realized what she was wondering about – what in the world was her new 
roomie doing going to bed in the nude? 

I grabbed a t-shirt and put it on so we could discuss the situation.  I 
explained to her that sleeping nude for me had nothing to do with anything 
sexual, it was simply the most comfortable way for me to sleep.  I originally 
started sleeping nude because I wanted to mimic my parents, but over time I 
found it simply felt better than having to deal with unnecessary clothes.

Much to my surprise – and delight, Brenda just shrugged her shoulders and 
told me to do whatever I felt most comfortable with.  Well, since she was OK 
with it I dropped the T-shirt and slipped between the covers.  Once Brenda 
realized I wasn't a nudist or something kinky or perverted, she more or less 
ignored me after that.  It wasn't like I ran around the dorm room all day and 
night nude.  Even at home I didn't do THAT.  Really, the only time I like 
being nude (besides personal care and well, the obvious) is in bed or in our 
hot tub.

About the third or fourth night, I noticed Brenda quickly dropping her 
nightie and slipping between the covers nude.  I didn't say anything and 
waited until morning when she got out of bed after me and thus I was able to 
see her nude again.  She blushed a little and then explained she thought she 
might try it for herself.  I asked her how she liked it and she giggled, 
saying it wasn't all that bad.  From that night on we both slept nude without 
discussing it further.  Tonight, though, we were at her house and she was 
being a little more conservative.

“Ummmmm, Kelly... ” she started off as I started to get in her bed nude, “I 
think here at home we should wear something to bed.  If my mom were to come 
in here and find the two of us in my bed naked... well I can’t even begin to 
imagine what she would say!”

It was tempting to debate it but instead I just rolled my eyes and shrugged.  
It actually made sense the more I thought about it.  Her parents seemed 
really nice but I could tell from the moment I first met them that they were 
extremely conservative and the last thing I wanted to do was cause my new 
roomie any problems with them over something silly like sleeping in the nude.

Reluctantly I pulled the nightshirt I’d been wearing back over my head and 
the two of us slipped in bed next to each other.  She only had a double-size 
bed so we had to be pretty close to one another and I couldn’t help but be 
conscious that she was up against me with nothing but a couple layers of thin 
cotton separating us.   This was the first time I’d laid close to her like 
this and it felt a little different in a way I wasn't sure how to describe.

We started chatting about school and boyfriends and any strange thoughts 
quickly left my head.  It wasn’t like I’d never slept together with a friend 
before and no doubt she had done the same herself with her friends so there 
was no reason this should be any different.  Beside, in our discussions about 
sex she hadn’t mentioned anything about girls.

As you might imagine, it was pretty late by then time we finally drifted off 
to sleep and as a result we woke up late as well the next morning. Getting 
out of bed, the first thing that hit me up was how quiet the house was, 
especially compared to the typical noise of the dorm.  Actually, it was TOO 
quiet and so Brenda went out to investigate.

She quickly returned with the news that her parents had left us on our own 
and handed me the note which explained that they’d left early to go to a farm 
auction a couple of hours away.  The part that caught my eye was the ending 
where her mom said that they wouldn't be back until after supper time.  After 
I read it I looked back up at Brenda who had the beginnings of a sly grin on 
her face.

“Well, that’s really cool,” she said, “We have the house all to ourselves for 
the entire day!”

Now I had no idea what she had in mind for the day that would be any 
different with her parents gone.  I was still trying to rub the sleep from my 
eyes and wake up without fretting over it.  We both headed off to the 
bathroom to brush our teeth and get ourselves ready.  Since we weren’t 
planning to go anywhere I didn’t worry much about my makeup and just let my 
hair go for the day. From the looks of things, it was going to be a hotter 
than average September day so we both decided on shorts and tank tops.  
Brenda wore panties and a bra and when she saw I didn’t, she could help but 
comment.

“No underwear?” she teased.

“Hey, we’re not at school so why bother?” I replied.

“Well, I guess with your boobs you can get away with it,” she said with a wry 
grin.  She lifted her boobs with her hands and juggled them a little and 
continued, “These girls can be a pain sometimes.”

Well, I GUESS that was a compliment.  Growing up it seemed that my boobs had 
always seemed to be the smallest among my friends and so I was perhaps a 
little overly sensitive about any remarks made about them but I knew Brenda 
wasn't trying to say anything about mine.  Hers WERE much larger than mine 
and I guess I could see where a little support might help during the day.

“Still, my mom would die if I went anywhere without panties,” Brenda 
continued.

I laughed and said, “Well, my mom would probably die of surprise if I did!  
Besides, who’s gonna see us anyway?”

That ended that line of questions.  Once we’d dressed and each wolfed down a 
bowl of cereal for breakfast, Brenda asked me if I wanted to take a little 
hike so that she could show me the lake.  She said it was only about a 
quarter mile or so walk to get to the parking area and boat launch which was 
fine with me.   We both put on our sneakers and headed out.  

Being accustomed to the never- ending crowds back in Pittsburgh, it surprised 
me how isolated her house was and how little traffic there was on the road.  
I mean, back in the ‘burgh if there was a lake this close the roads would 
have been filled with cars and trucks towing boats by now.  We didn't see a 
single car or another person during our hike and even the couple of houses we 
passed didn't show any signs of life.

It didn't take long for us to turn the corner and suddenly there in front of 
us was the parking lot and beyond that was a small lake.  Brenda led me over 
to where a row of pontoon boats were tied up and then she shocked me by 
jumping on board one of the smaller ones.  There wasn't anyone around so it 
wasn't like anything we would get in trouble, but it still seemed odd as back 
home I never would’ve dreamed to even touch someone else’s boat at our 
marina!  Brenda stood there looking back at me with her arms outstretched 
toward me.

“Well, what do you think of the family yacht?” she asked.

The light bulb over my head finally lit and I understood what she was doing.  
Our family had always owned boats designed for water skiing and in fact, I’d 
never even set foot on a pontoon boot in my entire life so it never occurred 
to me that one of them might belong to Brenda, or at last her parents.

Brenda motioned for me to get on board with her and she showed me around.  It 
didn't more than a few seconds as it wasn't very big, but then neither was 
the lake.  She explained that boats were limited to small engines so there 
was no point in having a fancy boat or anything.  Her family enjoyed just 
going out on the lake to party and fish and this little boat was well suited 
to the task.

Leaving the boat, we walked around the park, avoiding the crap left by the 
flocks of geese that seemed to be everywhere (God I hate them!). Eventually I 
was surprised when we were back at her house.  My bearings were totally 
screwed up and I couldn't have told you how we got back there through the 
woods but somehow we made it.  The sun was starting to get hot by then and we 
were both getting a bit warm.  As we walked through her back yard towards her 
house, Brenda turned to me with a mischievous smile.

“I know JUST what to do next,” she announced, “I’m going to help you out with 
that problem of yours.”

I guess I must have looked more than a bit puzzled at her excitement because 
she laughed and explained, “Oh Kelly, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about 
ol’ Chucky boy? You know, the hunk you just spent half of last night crying 
on my shoulder about! Well... I’ve been thinking about your little dilemma 
and I know exactly what you need to do!”

It was true, I HAD sort of gone on a bit last night about how much I missed 
Chuck.  To the best of my recollection, I never told her the total reason but 
she probably worked out the details for herself.  Brenda had known early on 
that I was doing it with Chuck and we actually had some discussions about how 
to deal with our “past lives” – as in before we came to school, and our 
current situation.  If Chuck were to appear in the door right now, I would 
probably have his pants down and his cock in my mouth before he got finished 
saying hello (well, maybe not THAT fast but you get the idea.)

One thing I hadn’t mentioned and that was in order to attend this school we 
all had to sign a pledge stating that we would abstain from sex and 
promiscuous behavior.  Frankly, I never had any intention of complying with 
it but still, it was in the back of my mind.  Although Brenda wasn’t a 
virgin, she didn't have a boyfriend at the time and she said she hadn’t had 
sex in over a year so going without it wasn't such a big deal for her.

As for ME, I was use to it most every day and sometimes more, depending on 
who was available, so it WAS a big deal for me.  Of course I didn't tell 
Brenda that I was doing it that often but she must have gotten the general 
idea that I DID do it a lot more than she did.   So now I had to wonder what 
she was up to.  Odds were she wasn’t hiding Chuck in the closet so what could 
she possibly be plotting to address my “problem” regarding him?


Chapter 4 – Brenda’s Back Yard
==============================

By this time we’d made it to the house and once inside, Brenda made a beeline 
straight to a kitchen drawer where she triumphantly pulled out a small 
digital camera.  Ok, sometimes, I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer 
but in this case it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she had 
in mind!  She must have seen that light bulb over my head flash go off again 
as she put her hand to her mouth and giggled like a little girl.  

Before I knew what was happening, Brenda snapped a couple of pics of me and 
when I started to protest, she simply ignored me and took some more.  After 
she had her shots, Brenda grabbed me by the hand and started pulling me 
along, presumably to her bedroom if I was reading her intentions correctly.  
As it turned out, I had the destination correct but not her intentions!

“Come on Kelly,” she encouraged me as she literally dragged me down the hall.

I didn't really mind, it was just sort of fun to pretend to protest.  When we 
got to her room, instead of taking more pics of me as I expected, she 
surprised me by saying, “C’mon, let’s go out to the pool! I bet your 
boyfriend would love to see some pics of that hot body in a bikini!”

Everything was happening so fast that I wasn’t sure how to react.  On the one 
hand I felt a twinge of excitement at the thought of sending Chuck some cute 
pics of me but then there was her comment about my “hot body”.  Oh well, I 
decided just to take it as a compliment and got undressed.  

I knew Brenda had a pool so I’d brought a bikini along with me.  It was 
strapless but not by any stretch of the imagination one of my more revealing 
ones.  The main reason I’d chosen it was that I had been out in the sun with 
it quite a bit and my tan lines matched up.  Not exactly the most thought-out 
selection but it worked for me.  

As I slipped off my shorts, my eyes wandered over to Brenda who was pulling 
her t-shirt up and over her head.  As she removed her bra, freeing her 
incredible boobs, I couldn't help but admire them.  God she had great boobs!  
As I stripped off my T-shirt I felt a bit like I did sometimes in high school 
gym class when I wanted to hide my boobs because they didn't look near as 
nice as many of the other girls’ boobs did.  It wasn't like I was flat or 
anything and what I did have was pretty firm and perky – no sagging here I 
can tell you.  It was just another cup size would have helped the ol’ Kelly 
self-esteem!

Another thing I was reminded of seeing Brenda nude was her cute pussy.  She 
didn’t shave very much nor did she trim it a lot so her pubic hair was a bit 
thick compared to most girls these days.  The thing that grabbed my attention 
wasn't the thickness of her pubic hair but rather the color.  Brenda was a 
“true” redhead and if anything, her pubic hair was even brighter red than her 
hair on her head.  The reason it caught my attention so was I knew my dad was 
a sucker for redheads.  Both his wife and daughter were brunettes as well as 
my Aunt.  The exception was my cousin Kristi who was a blonde but even so, 
her pussy (when she wasn't shaving) was much darker.

I hadn’t realized how much my dad was fascinated by redheads until one day I 
was studying on the couch in our family room and my dad turned on a porn 
movie.  I don’t know what her name was, but on the porn-star whores was a 
“true” redhead and when I looked up, my dad was jerking his cock like crazy 
as he watched! Just then my mom passed though on the way to do some laundry 
and she saw me gawking at my father.  She patted me on the head lightly and 
then pointed at my dad.

“Ahhhhhh, I guess you never knew about your father’s fetish over redheads!” 
she said, slowly shaking her head with that “what can you do?” look on her 
face.   “John, couldn't you have waited until later?”

My dad just grinned and used his free hand to wave her off.  His other hand 
never left his cock and his eyes never left the screen.   I went back to my 
studying.  The things you didn’t know about your parents!

So anyway, that’s why I was so interested in Brenda’s pussy.  I’d told my dad 
one night on the phone (needless to say, Brenda wasn't around) about my 
roomie’s red pussy and he begged me to take a picture of her but I didn't 
dare.  How would I explain it – tell her my dad wants to see her pussy? Yeah 
right!

In the meantime, we both had changed into our bikinis and were now headed for 
the back yard once again.  Following Brenda’s lead, on the way to the back 
yard I couldn’t help but take a long look at the cute little ass that was 
bouncing suggestively in front of me.  While I was wearing a rather 
conservative suit, Brenda had picked out a very suggestive string bikini that 
didn’t leave much to the imagination to say the least.  

There WAS one thing that made me curious though; her tan lines extended well 
beyond the thong so it was obvious she usually wore a much more conservative 
bikini.  Not only that, but from the brief time that I’d known her mother, I 
couldn’t possibly imagining her mom sanctioning anything even half as 
suggestive as what Brenda was wearing.  So if it wasn’t her normal suit, and 
if her parents didn't even know about it, why was she wearing it now? 

I figured she was just trying to show off a bit, maybe trying to impress me 
with how much she could rebel against her parents or something.  Whatever the 
reason, I didn't mind and if anything, it made me wish I’d brought along one 
of my more naughty bikinis.

When we finally reached the pool, my attention was drawn away from her bikini 
and ass by the sight of the inviting clear water.  It was late in the summer 
so odds were it was pretty warm.  I didn’t hesitate and just jumped right in. 
Sure enough, the water was practically at bath temperature but it still felt 
cool in comparison to the air temperature that seemed to be rising faster by 
the minute! 

I climbed up on one of the plastic floats and laid on my stomach, stretching 
out and relaxing as the waves created by my entrance bounced me gently up and 
down.  As I relaxed in the middle of the pool I heard a clicking sound from 
behind me.  Looking over my shoulder I saw Brenda standing at the edge of the 
pool holding her camera once again, taking more pics of me.

“Mmmmmmm, now THAT was a GREAT picture of your ass!” she said as she took a 
few more pics of me.  “I don’t know if I’ve told you this yet or not, but I’m 
SUPER jealous of your ass.”

For some odd reason I felt a little embarrassed at first.  I wasn't sure why 
as it wasn't the first time by any means that I’d been photographed in a 
bikini or less.  It was just that the photographer was usually one of my 
parents or a friend, not someone who was still a stranger to me in many ways.

I knew sometimes guys took pictures of me when I was waterskiing or even at 
the public pool.  Usually the lifeguards would shoo them away but I didn't 
mind.  If anything, I wondered what they did with them when they got home.  
Hopefully, they masturbated thinking about me and it turned me on laying out 
in the open as I thought about the possibilities.  This was different though.  
Brenda wasn't some perv at the public pool – she was my roomie!

“Oh c’mon Kelly, relax! Chucky boy is going to love these!” she teased me.  
Frankly, I was starting to get annoyed at this stupid nickname she apparently 
was intent on using for my boyfriend.  She must have misinterpreted my 
annoyance as being associated with the pictures she was taking.

“Ahhhhhh, don’t pretend you don’t know what a cute ass you’ve got.  I bet you 
love showing it off for him when you’re home – and every other guy as well,” 
she said grinning the whole time.

Well, I had to admit that she had me pegged when it came to showing off my 
but!  When you don’t have the greatest chest in the world you have to take 
advantage of what you’ve got and for me, that was my butt.  I loved to wear a 
short skirt or tight jeans, anything to tease Chuck as much as possible.  
Fortunately, he loved it too and it made me feel hot when we would walk 
through the mall and I would feel his hand clenching my ass right in front of 
everyone! 

Brenda took a few more of me before finally putting the camera down.  I 
watched as she took a deep breath and jumped in to join me in the pool.  
Naturally the first thing she did was tip me off the raft and the water fight 
was on!  We played around, splashing each other and chasing one another, just 
goofing around like two little girls.

Later, as we sunned on a beach towel in her back yard,  Brenda got up and 
took a few more shots of me.  The she gave me a more thoughtful look after 
which a playful grin broke out on her face.

“Ya know Kelly, you’ve got a great tan and much as I love the strapless thing 
you have going there, that bikini have just doesn’t cut it.”

She stood up and wagged her finger at me saying, “Now you just hang on for a 
minute, I have the perfect thing for you!”

Before I could get a word in edgewise, Brenda had turned and was running back 
to the house.  It seemed like less than a minute had gone by when she emerged 
with something in her hand.  A couple of steps from me she tossed the pieces 
of cloth to me and I held them up to find a sexy bikini.  The top was lime 
green and bottom was cream with orange stripes.  The material was practically 
fluorescent and seemed to magically to glow as I held it next to my tanned 
legs.  Brenda smiled, obviously satisfied with herself for her selection. 

“Yep, now THAT’S the bikini for you.  Your tan looks so much better next to 
it,” she said approvingly, “Ok girl, switch.” 

I figured there was nothing to lose in trying it on so I got up and started 
walking back to the house to change in the privacy of her room. I hadn’t 
taken two steps before Brenda huffed and shrugged her shoulders at me.

“Hey!... Where do you think you’re going?” she called out after me, “Just 
change out here. Don’t worry, nobody can see anything.”

I didn’t want to appear prudish or anything bit then changing bikinis in the 
backyard of her house WAS a little pushing the envelope so I hesitated for a 
second.  Brenda’s face had such a look of exasperation I caved in and started 
to take off my bikini.  After dropping the bottoms I pulled the top over my 
head.   I reached down for the new bikini and couldn’t help but feel a bit 
weird standing there nude right out in the middle of her back yard where 
anybody going by could see me.  

It wasn’t like I was ashamed of my body and I loved to show it off, but I 
didn’t make a practice of being nude in public either.  I spent a lot of time 
nude on our deck, especially when I was using the hot tub but it wasn’t like 
the whole neighborhood could see.  Here, anyone driving by would get 
themselves a free show but then I remembered how few cars ever came down the 
roads and it didn't seem so bad.  The thing that concerned me most wasn't 
someone seeing me nude, it was that the word might get back to Brenda’s 
parents!  Brenda started to reach for something and when I saw what it was I 
had to protest.

“Hey! Don’t you DARE snap any pictures of me like this!” I said with a laugh, 
trying to take the edge off of the sharp tone I had used.  

It was then that I realized that Brenda hadn’t taken her eyes off of me the 
entire time that I was undressing.  Normally that would have made me 
uncomfortable but in this case, for whatever reason it felt more erotic than 
anything else

I quickly slipped on the new bikini and from what I could tell, she was right 
– it looked great except my tan lines on my boobs from my own bikini showed.  
The top was a little big on me as Brenda was a full C-cup, maybe even a D 
compared to me who was barely able to fill a B-cup. Brenda caught me fussing 
with the top as I tried to arrange my boobs in it better.

“Ahhhhhh, don’t worry Kelly – those tans lines just make it look even sexier 
on you.  Mmmmmmm, that loose top makes for a great tease!”

This time I didn’t protest as she grabbed the camera and began to shoot more 
pics of me.  After taking a few more shots of me out in the yard she got that 
thoughtful look again. I was quickly learning that when Brenda got that look, 
it meant I’d better watch out!


Chapter 5 – Sexy Photoshoot With Brenda 
=======================================

“Hey, this is cool but do you want to go in the house to take a few more 
photos” she asked.

I figured what the heck, after all, what could possibly happen?  Well, I was 
about to find out!  This time she led me to a spare bedroom where I posed on 
the bed for a few more shots. As the time went by, I noticed that Brenda 
seemed to be looking at me more and more with a gaze seemed to be more 
focused on my boobs than anything else.  Before I could think any more about 
it she grabbed a floppy hat from one of the chairs and planted it on my head. 

“Mmmmmmm,” she purred, “That hat really makes you look sexy - in a little 
girl sort of way.” She backed away and gave me another once-over.  She had 
one finger against her lips and her eyebrows lowered as she appeared deep in 
thought.

“I got it - get on your knees and bend over for me – c’mon, show me some 
cleavage girl!”

I just giggled and did what she told me to do.  Like most girls, I had long 
ago learned to make my boobs look as good as possible by holding my arms in 
tight to squeeze my boobs. Today this had the effect of filling the bikini 
top just a little bit better. 

“Damn Kelly, now THAT is really hot!” Brenda gushed.

Rather than be embarrassed, if anything her compliments encouraged me to 
started goofing around, trying to look sexy while I thought about my 
boyfriend and what Chuck’s reaction was going to be when he saw these photos.  
It wasn't like he didn’t know what I was hiding but I thought the bikini 
pictures were very erotic and hopefully they were going to make him all the 
more willing to wait for me.   After a few more I figured we must have been 
about done but I was quickly learning that Brenda was always full of 
surprises and this was no exception.

“Well girl,” Brenda finally said, “This has been fun and all... so what do 
you say? Time for some pictures to really grab Chuck’s attention?”

I wasn't exactly sure what she meant so I didn’t know how to respond.  While 
I hesitated Brenda dug through a dresser drawer and brought out a basic white 
bra and shirt.  “OK, this should look sexy enough,” she said almost more to 
herself than to me.   She tossed them to me and said, “Here, change into 
these.”

By now I was getting use to following her directions so I stripped off the 
bikini and once again was nude in front of her.  This was starting to become 
a habit except now I didn’t feel so weird being nude in front of Brenda.  Of 
course she saw me nude at night and in the room, but this was different, more 
personal somehow.  I quickly wrapped the bra around me, snapped the hooks, 
twisted it around and put my arms through the straps.  Then I put on the 
shirt and started to fasten the buttons.

“No, no, no, no...” Brenda cried out, pulling my hands down and away from the 
shirt, “Leave it unbuttoned!”

It sounded like a good idea so I did as she said after which she snapped a 
few more pics of me. “OK then, now undo the rest of them,” she instructed me.  
I let the shirt hang open for the next few photos.  Looking at Brenda, I 
noticed that she was looking a bit flushed. 

“You OK Brenda?” I asked, concerned a bit about how red her face was 
becoming.

“Oh I’m fine,” she said, sounding a bit flustered, “It’s just that you really 
look sexy in that outfit!  I mean REALLY sexy.”

Now it was my turn to blush!  Brenda looked at me and I noticed that she 
licked her lips just a little bit when she looked at my boobs.  It seemed 
like she wanted to say something but couldn’t get it to come out.  I waited 
patiently until finally she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Well, are you ready yet for a few that are a little hotter?” she said 
softly.

I gave her a quizzical look and she just giggled at me.  “Well... I just 
figured you might want to send him a few naughtier ones for him to jerk off 
to,” she explained to me with a sly look on her face.

Suddenly the thought of sending Chuck some nude pics of me WAS pretty hot, 
though.  He had tried to take some of me that way numerous times in the past 
but I had never allowed him to.  I loved him but he was still a guy and guys 
like to share their “conquests”.

“What do you mean by hotter?” I asked her slyly.  Granted, I had a pretty 
darn good idea just what she meant but I wanted to hear it from her own 
mouth. 

“Hmmmmmm,” Brenda purred, “I guess that depends on how hot you can make 
yourself, dear.”

I smiled at her with one corner of my mouth raised in what I hoped was a 
suggestive fashion. “Oh?... Do you REALLY want me to show you?”

Brenda licked her lips again and I was getting a feeling that she was more 
interested in me stripping for her than taking pics for my boyfriend.

“Well, are you going to show me something or are you just a teasing bitch?” 
she asked, a little more strongly this time.

Wow!  Now that comment was certainly raising the bar! I had a feeling she 
knew exactly what she had said and that it was not an accidental choice of 
words.  My perception of my roomie was undergoing a rather radical change at 
this moment!  Sure, I knew she wasn’t exactly an angel, but until now, I 
figured it was pretty much mostly bluster and teasing without a lot of real 
substance behind it.  

Be real! How could she go a year without getting laid if she was really into 
sex anyway? Now I was starting to wonder if maybe she had another outlet for 
her sexual needs – one that didn't involve a penis!

At this point I still wasn't sure where I really wanted this to go.  So far 
everything had been fairly innocent but the fact was I had only known Brenda 
now for a couple of weeks and even now, I didn’t know her all THAT well.  We 
had not seriously discussed girl-girl sex so far, and other than a little 
masturbation in bed after we turned out the lights, had not done anything 
sexual with regards to one another.  Was this Brenda’s way of breaking the 
ice or was she just teasing me to see how far I would go? Yeah, Brenda was 
really cute and the thought of playing around with her wasn't exactly 
objectionable, but then I had those thoughts about a lot of my friends before 
- but never acted on them.  Of course, now that I was officially a college 
girl, maybe it was time to start acting like one!

“Well... you asked for it,” I warned her. She just grinned maliciously at me, 
as if daring me to do whatever it was she wanted me to do.

I stood up on the bed and slowly undressed.  To make it easier for me, I 
imagined that I was doing a strip tease for Chuck.  After all, I had plenty 
of practice doing that!  Brenda sat on the edge of the bed and watched me 
intently, one hand balancing herself on the bed while the other was resting 
on her bare leg.  I couldn’t help but look at her as well since her bikini 
left her practically nude as it was.  God she looked hot!

Soon I was naked, standing not two feet away from her, slowly gyrating my 
hips and playing gently with my boobs.  Brenda’s eyes stayed fixed on me 
while her free hand slipped between her legs and I could see her fingers 
start to gently work on her pussy as she watched me.

The erotic sight of my new roomie playing with herself as she watched me made 
something click in my head and I instantly felt myself becoming wet and warm 
between my legs.  Although I had started out thinking about Chuck and his 
wonderful cock, at this moment it wasn’t Chuck’s cock that I desired anymore.  
Instead, I found myself engrossed by the way Brenda was looking at me, the 
way her eyes roamed over my naked body the way horny guys do when they pass 
me by in the mall.  

Deep down I felt this intense desire to show off for Brenda, to tease her and 
turn her on even more. She was back to snapping photos of me again although 
the hornier she got the more reluctant she appeared to be willing to let go 
of her pussy to hold the camera.  It was at that moment that I seriously 
began to realize that we both were feeling something – something that would 
cause us to become involved beyond your typical roomie friendships.

As odd as it may seem, I was starting to get into more and after a while I 
kneeled down on the bed and then laid back on the pillow. As I held my legs 
tightly together, Brenda moved over closer to me and put her hands on my 
knees.  I felt her gently pushing my legs apart which encouraged me to spread 
my legs apart just enough to allow her to get a few close-up shots of my 
pussy. 

“Oh God, that is soooooo hot... mmmmmmm, spread your pretty pussy open for 
me,” she whispered in a husky voice, “I want some good shots of that tight 
pussy.”

Any sense of modesty or decency on my part was now officially gone as I 
reached down and with both hands, pulled my pussy lips apart and spread my 
cunt open for her to see my wet hole.  She moved in closer with her camera 
lens and for a moment there I thought she was getting to get her lens all wet 
from the way she was advancing on me!

“Turn over now, I want to get some of that incredible little ass,” she 
instructed me suddenly.  As I did I looked back at her and saw Brenda's eyes 
widen as I raised my ass up in the air, wiggling it suggestively for her. 

“Oh my god,” she said softly, “you’ve got such a beautiful butt!”

I was feeling even more hot and horny as she kept taking more photos of my 
backside.  For just a moment my thoughts turned to how Chuck was going to be 
jerking off to these pics later but just as quickly they changed to the image 
of Brenda staring at me, getting turned on by my ass which now was right in 
front of her pretty freckled face.  Even so, I couldn’t help but think again 
of Chuck and how I missed his cock so damn much! My mind starting drifting 
off and all I could think of was how good it would feel to have him pushing 
his hard dick up inside of me right then and there.

The more I thought about him fucking me the hornier I got.  I imagined him 
moving in behind me, spreading my ass apart and entering my pussy from 
behind, pushing himself slowly and steadily into me.  I could almost feel his 
cock as it filled my starving pussy, feeling him swelling in me and then 
stroking himself in and out of me.

Damn! I was getting so hot and bothered that I had completely forgot about 
Brenda and without even thinking about it I started to play with my pussy, 
imagining it was his fingers that were touching me instead of mine.  As I 
massaged my clit, surges of pleasure coursed though me like a flow of molten 
lava.  I slid a couple of fingers inside my pussy, dreaming that it was his 
fat hard cock that was fucking me instead.  I started to stroke my fingers in 
and out of me, imagining Chuck fucking me the way he knew I loved to be 
fucked at the start – slowly and deliberately.

Suddenly my mind snapped out of its dream state when I felt a real hand 
planted firmly on my ass.  Of course I knew it was Brenda’s so I didn’t say a 
word but instead kept playing with myself as if nothing else was going on. I 
was afraid that if I did anything at this moment that she might be 
intimidated or otherwise change her mind.  Her hands began to wander all over 
me and she reached under me to start playing with my clit. 

I looked back over my shoulder and saw that she had stripped off what few 
clothes she had been wearing and was playing with herself at the same time 
she was fiddling my pussy.  The suddenly, something hit me and at that moment 
I felt incredible self-conscious as the reality of what we were doing began 
to sink in. 

“Oh Brenda... I’ve never been with another girl like this,” I whispered to 
her.

Technically, I was telling the truth.  I had only been with a “woman” in the 
past and besides, having sex with your mom doesn’t really count as a lesbian 
thing, does it?

Now that I thought of it, there was this thing about being a “lesbian” as 
well.  It wasn't that I was homophobic or anything, certainly not.  Being 
called a lesbian was nothing compared to what other things people had called 
me – slut, whore, bitch, cock-tease, and such.  All those had male-female 
connotations though, whereas “lesbian” was distinctly in a class by itself.

In any case, I could never be a “true” lesbian anyway – by that I mean a 
woman who only does other women.  I LOVE cocks way too much to ever cut 
myself off from the male population! Oh well, it was something I would just 
have to deal with some other time as Brenda was getting more and more brazen 
with me.

“Don’t worry Kelly... just lay back and relax... let make you feel soooooo 
wonderful,” she cooed to me, “Oh Kelly! You are so beautiful... I want so bad 
to be with you... Oh god I want you!”

I flipped over on my back and Brenda moved up along side of me.  She laid 
half on me and half on the bed with her upper leg draped over my waist.  I 
felt her breath against my neck and then her tongue as it gently flicked 
along my neck and then up to my ear.   Her hands ran through my hair and I 
shivered as her fingers stroked through the length of it.

“Mmmmmmm, you like your hair to be played with, don’t you babe,” she 
whispered huskily in my ear.

My low moans were answer enough for her and she continue to pull gently on my 
hair, running from my scalp to the very ends of each handful of my hair.  I 
closed my eyes and just let the sensuous feeling cascade down my body until 
even my pussy was tingling.  I felt her lips meet against mine and I kept my 
eyes shut as we shared our first kiss.  I could tell right from the start 
which of us was going to be the dominant one in our “relationship”.

Brenda clearly liked to call the shots and dictate the flow.  Anyone who 
knows me and how I feel about being in control with a man might be surprised 
to know that this wasn't bothering me at all.  In fact, I like it when men 
(and now women) take control of me when we fuck.  With men though, except for 
my dad, deep inside I don’t like to feel out of control since I know I am the 
one who is ALLOWING him to do the things he did.

Looking back I wonder why I was so quick to relinquish myself to a girl in a 
way I never did with a man.  I guess it really doesn’t matter why, for 
whatever reason I surrendered myself to Brenda at that moment.  From that 
moment, and even to this day, Brenda determines our sexual agenda but I can’t 
complain based on the results!

From that point on, we behaved like two teenagers on our first date in the 
back seat of our parents’ car, gingerly exploring each other, going a little 
bit further all the time but not too much at any one moment.  Unlike my 
experience with younger boys, I didn't feel as though I was being groped, but 
more like I was being tenderly touched. Our hands wandered all over each 
other and I was getting incredibly turned-on by the firmness of her lithe 
body and the smoothness of her pale skin.

It was different in many ways from touching my mother or Aunt Linda.  Both of 
them are in pretty good shape but face it, forty years takes its toll.  No 
matter how much lotion and massage therapy they used, they could never 
compete with the natural smoothness and softness of an eighteen year-old 
college girl. It’s not that Brenda needed to “compete” with anyone, least of 
all my mom.  I was just trying to explain why it was such a thrill to feel 
Brenda’s for the first time.

Eventually Brenda’s touched my breasts and she gently cupped each in turn 
with her hand and then gently massaged them.  Her thumb and forefinger 
grabbed my hardened nipples and tenderly pulled on them, letting them snap 
back into place when she released them.  Then she put her finger in my mouth 
to wet it, after which she ran it around in circles around my nipple and then 
down and around into the fullness of my breast.  I couldn’t believe how sexy 
her gentle touch was! She wasn't rough and strong like Chuck yet I felt 
better when she did it than I ever had with Chuck – or any man for that 
matter. 

Slowly Brenda's hand worked it was down my tight stomach until she reached my 
pussy.  She didn’t stop until her hand had traced itself all the way down and 
to my asshole. Much to my relief she didn’t stop there but instead changed 
course 180 degrees and worked its way back to my cunt.  On the way up her 
finger pressed in more firmly and worked its way between my wet pussy lips.  
My pussy hole was so wet she dipped her finger in it and used it to lubricate 
my clit even more than it already was.  When my roomie touched my clit I 
thought I was going to bolt straight up and out of bed.  She played with it 
in much the same manner she had with my nipples – pulling it gently with my 
fingers and then tracing little circles around it.  

Brenda pressed herself up tighter against me and our nude bodies felt so warm 
and smooth against each other.  Brenda pushed her hips up further and I felt 
her crotch against my leg.  Her crotch was shaved smooth so I didn't feel the 
tickle of bushy pubic hair like I did when my mom’s thick bush pressed 
against me, but I could feel the wetness of her pussy against me. 
Instinctively I began to move my hips under her hand and I could feel her 
humping my leg in rhythm with me. 

Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, Brenda thrust two fingers into my 
pussy and started fucking me with them.  That was all it took – I was going 
to cum and nothing was going to stop me now! Brenda felt my pussy clamping 
down on her hand and the gush of cum told her instantly what was happening to 
me.

“Oh yea, cum for me Kelly!” she cried out, fucking me even faster than I 
thought possible with her hand and fingers. 

“Oh my God!” I yelled out.

Thankfully nobody was home and in this case, it was also good she didn’t have 
any close neighbors because I must have sounded like I was being killed – or 
fucked like I had never been – and by a girl a that!.  My mom knew better 
than anyone how to make me cum and cum hard but this was totally different 
somehow.  Brenda wasn't family so the entire relationship felt different, 
more erotic in some ways I would say.  

Brenda was almost merciless as she didn’t stop or even slow down after my 
first orgasm and it seemed like the next one was there before I even realized 
the first was over.  I bucked like a bronco on her bed, begging her to fuck 
me more and more, not wanting her to ever stop! The second orgasm was even 
stronger than the first since it started just as the first was winding down.  

I literally couldn’t see as everything went out of focus and the room was 
spinning around like it did when I was a little girl and twirled around in 
the front yard before falling to the ground.  My pussy was sending what 
seemed to be an endless stream of pleasure throughout my entire body, making 
goose bumps rise up everywhere on me.  It just seemed to go on and on as I 
lost all concept of time.. I don’t know at the time if it lasted ten minutes 
to two hours, it really didn’t matter to me. All I knew was that it was one 
of the most incredible ten minutes or two hours of my life.

Eventually, though, it had to end and so it did but it took almost as long to 
die down as it had to build up.  Even when it had subsided I was left lying 
there with this incredible afterglow.  It was like having a sunburn all over 
my entire body but instead of pain accompanying the heat, it was pleasure 
that seemed to ooze from every pore of my body.

Although Brenda allowed me to catch my breath and bring down my heart rate, 
she never completely stopped moving her hand over me.  I could feel her soft 
touch constantly running up and down my legs, body and arms.  It wasn't 
anything forceful but rather a relaxing stroking of her fingertips all over 
me.  Almost TOO relaxing - I would probably have drifted off to sleep but the 
little minx wasn't about to let me off that easily!

“My turn now,” she whispered in my ear, “Mmmmmmm, did you know my pussy’s 
been dying for your face since the first time I saw you.”

I was still halfway in a dream world so it was almost like I was hypnotized 
and ready to do her bidding.  I would have done anything she asked me to at 
that point but she didn’t take advantage of me – something for which I will 
always love her.  She rolled over on her back as I got up and dropped to my 
knees between her slender legs.

Admittedly it felt a bit strange the first time I put my head between her 
legs. There was something entirely different about eating her pussy compared 
to licking my mom’s. Maybe the most striking distinction was that Brenda 
shaved whereas my mom and aunt didn’t.  The softness of her thighs caressed 
my face as I gazed at her pretty pussy up close and personal.  The unique 
odor of her wet pussy was intoxicating as I drew in a deep breath.

Pussy’s are like cocks in that regard.  Although they all have the same 
general characteristics, each is unique in its own way, a slightly different 
scent, color, shape (well, for dicks anyway).  Although this was only the 
third pussy I had licked compared to dozens of cocks, I was confident I could 
identify the owner blindfolded.

My Aunt Linda had the strongest scent, almost musky, whereas Brenda’s was 
much more delicate and refined.  My mom was somewhere in the middle, more 
towards my Aunt’s side though.  I guess age must have something to do with it 
as well as I remember when I was little that my pussy tasted totally 
different than it does now.

It was time – time to lick her pussy for the first time.  I gingerly reached 
out with my tongue and barely touched her with it.  She jumped a little as I 
flicked my tongue lightly over her swollen clit.  As I licked and sucked her 
sweet pussy I realized that while I had always loved the taste of my own 
pussy, hers was even better! Something was missing, though, and I realized I 
wasn't being tickled by my mom’s thick patch of pubic hair.  I didn't mind it 
as in some ways it made me feel like I was licking a girl half her age! Now 
there was a weird thought that came from nowhere.  Eating out my roomie was 
one thing, tasting a younger girl was quite another thing entirely and not 
something I was ready to spend much time thinking about at the moment to be 
perfectly honest.

When she came, Brenda turned out to be a “gusher” - just like me.  Come to 
think of it. every girl I had ever seen masturbate had gushed when she came 
so it makes me wonder where are all the so-called “squirters” that people 
love to write about and post on porn sites. My personal opinion is that 
squirters are like guys with 8” cocks – you hear a lot about them but in real 
life they are as rare as flying saucers.  Just as guys with big cocks are 
portrayed as the “typical” male in porn movies, I think girls that squirt are 
represented at a much higher percentage in porn movies than in real life.

While Brenda was enjoying her orgasm, I was lapping up her cum up like a 
kitten wither first bowl of milk.  As it turned out, Brenda only came once 
but boy did she ever cum when she did!  By the time she was finished she was 
so exhausted that we both just turned to each other and held each other 
close.  Although I was totally exhausted myself, I couldn’t seem to fall 
asleep as I was so wound up from what we had just done.  It turned out to be 
a good thing because as soon as Brenda returned to earth she was ready for 
more!

“Have you ever 69’d with a girl before” she asked me.

I assured her that I never had (well, as before not with a girl) and as it 
turned out that was just the answer she was looking for! We traded off being 
on the top and bottom although we ended up with both of us on our sides with 
our heads tucked between the other’s thighs.  I loved touching her and was 
almost overwhelmed by the feel of her warm and soft naked body against me.  
It was easy to see why girls liked to be together.  Compared to the guys I 
had been with, Brenda was so much softer and smoother! She smelled incredible 
and I wanted to just lick every inch of her. 

Looking back, I would say that what I loved the most about that afternoon was 
Brenda’s patience.  Boys are always in such a hurry, trying to get their cock 
in me as fast as they can so they can fuck me, doing just enough foreplay to 
satisfy their conscience.

In contrast, Brenda and I spent almost the entire afternoon in bed together 
just caressing each other and kissing.  In fact, we completely lost track of 
time and her parents were coming in the front door before we even realized 
they were home! Fortunately there wasn't much to the clothes we wore so we 
were able to get dressed and fairly presentable by the time they found us.

Later that night Brenda confessed that she had been turned on by me from the 
first time we met but had been afraid to say anything knowing how much I 
liked guys, not to mention the prohibitions at school.  She claimed that she 
was bi but that she preferred girls and hoped that now that we had broken the 
ice we could be much closer roomies!  Well, we sure were.  We decided to 
sleep together even thought the beds were small because it meant we were 
always up tight against each other.  My school is very strict when it comes 
to these types of relationships so we don’t do anything outside the dorm room 
unless we’re at her house. It didn't really matter I guess so long as it was 
just the two of us in the room.  The best thing was I had a feeling college 
was going to be even more incredible than I had dared even dream that it 
would be!


Postscript
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Wouldn’t ya know it! The next week my wonderful boyfriend, the hunk who 
supposedly loved me more than anything, sent me an e-mail telling me that he 
wanted to be “free” to date other girls. This girl wasn't born yesterday, I 
knew what he really meant - free to fuck other girls! 

Fortunately, I was just about to e-mail him my photos that Brenda had taken 
of me and now I was glad that I had waited.  Needless to say the jerk never 
got them! I DID learn a lesson, though, in that just because a guy says he 
loves me doesn’t mean he loves ME – it probably means more like he loves to 
fuck me.  It was a lesson I didn't want to repeat and I made a vow not to 
have another long-distance relationship again.

THE END
