First Lesbian Experience
I guess this is what started my liking of girls... even though I have been married (now divorced) and have never been in an actual relationship with a woman.
I was in my third year of high school, my friend, who was actually 5 years older than me, was like my protector, my older sister... I was pretty timid back then, and also pretty stupid, and she had got me out of some trouble, so I really looked up to her.
She was taller than me (I was, and still am, below average in height), and was quite a well-developed girl. She was around 19 anyway.
She stayed over at my house on several occasions, however, on this one occasion, when my parents were away for the weekend, she stayed with me for the Friday night and the Saturday night. I will never forget it.
We had showered and were watching a movie together, and as it was winter, we were huddled together quite close under a blanket. I had not given our physical closeness any thought, although our emotional closeness I can look back on as thinking of it as a crush.
I remember her snuggling up to me, and feeling so comfortable and relaxed with her warm body keeping mine warm.
Anyway, when it was time for bed, we jumped under the covers quickly, not wanting to get too cold. After talking about something, maybe the movie, I can't remember, she turned to me and reached her handover me to rest it on my stomach. I still didn't think anything sexual about this, although I do remember feeling a little nervous.
She asked me if I had discovered touching myself. Of course! I told her, but my nervousness was merging with embarrassment, and I wanted to change the subject.
She asked me how many times I do it a week, and I lied, saying something that must have sounded very exaggerated. She said she did it nearly every day, and described a few things that she did... this was beginning to make my nervousness and embarrassment go away, to be replaced by a warm feeling that I had no words for back then.
I could feel her hand on my stomach slowly moving, slowly and gently caressing me through my pajamas, and she asked me if it was ok for her to keep doing it. Yes, I said, and I closed my eyes, I think to pretend that I was going to sleep, or something.
Gradually her hand moved up to the top button on my pajama top, and I could feel her unbuttoning it. Every move her hand made seemed like it was the center of the universe, like it was gigantic... and I remember from this point on thinking that there was no turning back.
She slowly undid every button on my pajama top, each one setting the butterflies in my stomach fluttering around!
Finally, her hand snaked it's way under my top, gently caressing my stomach, I remember her breathing becoming heavier as she explored my stomach, my rib cage, all the while with those butterflies going crazy in there!
I let her take control, because she was my protector, and I knew she wouldn't do anything to hurt me.
Eventually, her hand moved down, bumping against the elastic of my pajama pants, and I let her explore my hips. By now, I was intoxicated with lust, naughtiness, and became aware that my hands were still balled up into fists... so I began to relax and let this wonderful thing happen.
She pulled the pajama pants down, just a little, so that she could easily access my hips, my lower stomach, and the top of my pubic hair. Then she moved the covers back and exposed my nakedness to the room, and the cold. At first I was a little shocked and embarrassed, but she quickly moved over me and rested her face on my stomach. Her beautiful hair fell all over my stomach, my hips, my chest, and I gingerly played with it while she nuzzled her face in my stomach.
Gently, she rubbed her face all over my stomach, now more for her pleasure than mine I think. Soon she was kissing my stomach, my hips, and curiously she had ignore my breasts, which were I have to say relieved at this point.
Those butterflies were still going crazy, and I stupidly asked her to stop, which of course she did.
We talked until we fell asleep, about how it felt, and I'm sure she masturbated while I slept, at least I hope she did.
I was in my third year of high school, my friend, who was actually 5 years older than me, was like my protector, my older sister... I was pretty timid back then, and also pretty stupid, and she had got me out of some trouble, so I really looked up to her.
She was taller than me (I was, and still am, below average in height), and was quite a well-developed girl. She was around 19 anyway.
She stayed over at my house on several occasions, however, on this one occasion, when my parents were away for the weekend, she stayed with me for the Friday night and the Saturday night. I will never forget it.
We had showered and were watching a movie together, and as it was winter, we were huddled together quite close under a blanket. I had not given our physical closeness any thought, although our emotional closeness I can look back on as thinking of it as a crush.
I remember her snuggling up to me, and feeling so comfortable and relaxed with her warm body keeping mine warm.
Anyway, when it was time for bed, we jumped under the covers quickly, not wanting to get too cold. After talking about something, maybe the movie, I can't remember, she turned to me and reached her handover me to rest it on my stomach. I still didn't think anything sexual about this, although I do remember feeling a little nervous.
She asked me if I had discovered touching myself. Of course! I told her, but my nervousness was merging with embarrassment, and I wanted to change the subject.
She asked me how many times I do it a week, and I lied, saying something that must have sounded very exaggerated. She said she did it nearly every day, and described a few things that she did... this was beginning to make my nervousness and embarrassment go away, to be replaced by a warm feeling that I had no words for back then.
I could feel her hand on my stomach slowly moving, slowly and gently caressing me through my pajamas, and she asked me if it was ok for her to keep doing it. Yes, I said, and I closed my eyes, I think to pretend that I was going to sleep, or something.
Gradually her hand moved up to the top button on my pajama top, and I could feel her unbuttoning it. Every move her hand made seemed like it was the center of the universe, like it was gigantic... and I remember from this point on thinking that there was no turning back.
She slowly undid every button on my pajama top, each one setting the butterflies in my stomach fluttering around!
Finally, her hand snaked it's way under my top, gently caressing my stomach, I remember her breathing becoming heavier as she explored my stomach, my rib cage, all the while with those butterflies going crazy in there!
I let her take control, because she was my protector, and I knew she wouldn't do anything to hurt me.
Eventually, her hand moved down, bumping against the elastic of my pajama pants, and I let her explore my hips. By now, I was intoxicated with lust, naughtiness, and became aware that my hands were still balled up into fists... so I began to relax and let this wonderful thing happen.
She pulled the pajama pants down, just a little, so that she could easily access my hips, my lower stomach, and the top of my pubic hair. Then she moved the covers back and exposed my nakedness to the room, and the cold. At first I was a little shocked and embarrassed, but she quickly moved over me and rested her face on my stomach. Her beautiful hair fell all over my stomach, my hips, my chest, and I gingerly played with it while she nuzzled her face in my stomach.
Gently, she rubbed her face all over my stomach, now more for her pleasure than mine I think. Soon she was kissing my stomach, my hips, and curiously she had ignore my breasts, which were I have to say relieved at this point.
Those butterflies were still going crazy, and I stupidly asked her to stop, which of course she did.
We talked until we fell asleep, about how it felt, and I'm sure she masturbated while I slept, at least I hope she did.
10 年 前
