My name is Pamela and Iím eighteen.  Recently, I spent a weekend watched after my
thirteen-year-old neighbor, Michelle, while her folks and my parents went on a
cruise to the Bahamas.  It was Saturday night and Michelle and I were in the
family room watching TV.  Michelle was sprawled out on the floor in front of me
while I lay on the couch.  She had on a football jersey and panties; I was in a
tank top with some old cutoffs.  There was nothing good on TV and I was bored as
I used the remote to channel surf.

Suddenly, I clicked on the adult channel and for some reason it was coming in
unscrambled.  We both perked up at the sight of a guy and a girl doing it.

ìI donít think you should be watching this, Michelle,î I said.  Since I had to
stay home all weekend to look after her and couldnít go on a date, which meant I
wouldnít have sex, I was immediately turned on by the idea of at least getting to
watch a little porn and slipping my hand between my legs.  But I didnít feel
comfortable doing it in front of Michelle.

ìCome on, Pam,î Michelle said, ìplease let me stay.  Besides, Iíve seen stuff
like this before.î

ìOh, really?  And just exactly where?î I asked.

ìMy brother has some X-rated videos hidden in his room.  I found them once and
watched them when there was nobody at home.î

ìWell . . . I donít know,î I said not sure if she was telling me the truth.

ìPlease, Pam, I swear Iíve seen fucking before.  Besides, Iím already
masturbating practically everyday.î

ìMichelle!  I canít believe you said that.î

ìWhy?  Itís perfectly natural.  Anyway, how old were you when you started?î

I had to think for a moment. ìWell, actually, I was younger than you.î

ìSee.  Now can I stay and watch?  Come on, Pam, itíll be fun.î

Reluctantly I gave in.  ìBut you have to promise you wonít tell anybody.  If your
folks find out, theyíll kill me.î

ìI promise,î she said with a big grin and turned back around to watch the movie.

I reached up and flipped off the lights and we settled in to enjoy the sex. 
Michelle was lying on her back on the floor with her head resting on a pillow
while I propped myself up in the corner of the couch.  After a moment or two I
quietly reached down and unzipped my shorts while I watched the girl in the movie
get down on all fours and let the guy fuck her from behind.

I slipped my hand inside my panties and started playing with myself, feeling the
first hint of relief.  I had been horny all day and the movie definitely made my
pussy itch.  Then the scene changed to two girls French kissing.  It didnít take
long before they were naked and making love.  I really liked girl-girl scenes in
adult movies because the lovemaking was usually soft and tender, not the fake
guy-girl sex. And secretly, Iíd fantasized a lot about what it would be like to
have sex with a girl.

Iíd never actually done it, not technically anyway.  Like most girls growing up,
Iíd made out with my girlfriends, mostly practicing for when we would be allowed
to date boys.  But sometimes we would go a little further and feel each other up.
 Usually it would start with breasts but would eventually wind up fingering each
other.  I mean, isnít that what sleepovers are for: so horny teenage girls can
experiment with each other?  I can still remember some really intense make-out
sessions.  My mouth and tongue would be worn out from necking for hours, and the
smell of aroused young girls was such a turn-on.  By the time we finally fell
asleep, there would be some rather large wet spots on the sheets. Fragrance
companies spend millions developing new perfumes every year. If someone would
just bottle the scent of a little girlís pussy the first time she comes, theyíd
have people fucking in the streets.

I remember the first time I made out with a girl.  She was my cousin Becky and we
were thirteen.  Becky was spending the night with me, and after my mom had gone
to bed, we stayed up late watching TV.  We were lying on each end of the couch
with our legs entwined as we watched a movie.  Becky and I liked toughing:
hanging on each other, hugging, playing footsie, always arm-in-arm or holding
hands.  We were not only cousins, but also the best of friends and were very open
when it came to sharing our deepest secrets, especially anything having to do
with sex. Our latest revelation was that we had both started masturbating; I
admitted that I liked to do it when I first woke up and Becky preferred doing it
before going to sleep.  Although we had never done it together, I think secretly
we both wanted to.  I know I did.

During a commercial, Becky said, ìDid you do the deed this morning?î The ìdeedî
was what we called it.

ìNo,î I said, realizing I really missed it when I didnít get to finger myself.
ìDid you?î

ìNo.î Beck squirmed around and her smooth, bare legs rubbed against mine, her
little toes tickled my bottom.  Then she said, ìDo you always have an orgasm?î

ìWhat?î I asked.  This was the first time weíd really addressed that issue.  I
muted the TV and looked over at her.

ìYou know, when you do the deed, do you always come?î

ìI didnít at first,î I said. ìBut now, I pretty much do every time.î Just talking
about it made me press my legs together. ìDo you?î I asked, wanting to rub
myself.

ìIt depends on how quiet I have to be.  If my momís boyfriend is sleeping over, I
can always have an orgasm because theyíre in the next room making so much noise
fucking, they wouldnít hear me if I screamed. But if itís just mom at home, I
have to try and get off without making a sound.  Itís hard sometimes, but I love
a challenge.î

We both giggled.

ìI love to do it too,î I said. ìIt feels so good when you get one of those comes
that curls your toes.î

We both laughed again.

Becky said, ìGuess what?  My mom might let me go to the movies with Jeff.î

ìNo shit,î I said, sitting straight up. ìWhen?î

ìMaybe this weekend.î

ìNo shit twice.î I couldnít believe it, an official date with a boy. ìSo are you
going to let him do anything?î

ìI donít know, Pam.  I hadnít even thought about it.î

ìThatís bullshit.  Itís probably all youíve been thinking about.  Are you going
to let him kiss you?î

ìMaybe.  But Iíve never made out before so Iíll have to think about it. I donít
want to disappoint him.î

ìYouíll be a great kisser, I just know it,î I said.

ìI donít know,î Becky said. ìIíve tried practicing on the back of my hand and on
a pillow, but it feels so stupid.î

ìWell, show me what youíre doing, maybe I can help.î

We sat up and Becky formed a fist and started kissing the side of her hand,
closing her eyes and trying to look dramatic.

ìYouíre right,î I said. ìIt does look stupid.

ìI told you.î She quit and gave me a pitiful look. ìAny suggestions?î

I thought for a moment and then said, ìWell, if you want, you can practice on
me.î

ìPam, youíre a girl!  I need to know how to kiss a boy.î

ìSo what would be the difference?î

ìWell, for one thing, youíre my best girlfriend.  You donít really think Iím
going to kiss you the same as I would a boy?î

ìWhy not.  Kissing is kissing.  Besides, itís would just be for practice.  If you
got good with me, then you could really turn a boy on. I mean Iím only offering
to help you out.  If you donít want to, thatís fine with me.î

ìWell hold on.  I do but if we did it, wouldnít that mean we were lesbians?î

ìBecky, do you like boys?î I asked.

ìSure.î

ìSo do I.  If we kiss, and we still like boys, then we arenít lesbians.î I
reached out and touched her bare leg. ìBecky, I canít wait until the first time I
make out with a boy.  But I want to really know what Iím doing when the time
comes.  If we help each other out, weíll be experts. Itís that simple.î

She thought for a moment and then said, ìYou may be right.  But we have to agree
that we wonít tell anyone, OK?î

ìAgreed.î We shook hands and then giggled as we continued to hold hands.

ìActually,î Becky said, ìIím kind of glad that the first person Iíll ever make
out with is you.î

ìYeah, me too,î I said and we hugged. ìI love you, Becky.î

ìI love you, Pam.î

Then we realized the moment of truth had come. ìSo, how do you want to do it?î I
asked.

ìWell,î Becky said. ìSince youíre playing the part of the boy, why donít you kiss
me first.î

I was afraid sheíd say that, I thought.  Hesitantly, I nodded and leaned forward
until our lips were only an inch apart. ìArenít we supposed to close our eyes?î I
asked, realizing we were staring at each other.

ìOh yeah, right,î she said and closed hers.

I did too and our lips touched.  We sort of just pressed them together for a
moment and then pulled back. ìWell,î I said as we looked at each other, ìdo you
feel any different?î

ìYou mean, do I suddenly feel like a dyke?î

We laughed. ìNo, I meant did it make you feel good, did it turn you on?î

ìWell, it was nice,î Becky said. ìBut I donít feel any different. Beside, this is
only for practice, remember?  Weíre just girls.î

ìI know, but I wondered if I was any good, thatís all.î

ìWhy donít we try again and Iíll tell you.î

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers.  This time, I opened my mouth a
little and let the tip of my tongue lightly touch her lips.  I felt Becky react
with a slight intake of air and I expected her to pull away grossed out.  But
instead, she started pressing her mouth harder on mine.  So I continued to use
the tip of my tongue to explore her lips. We did this for a few moments and then
Becky opened her lips ever so slightly and I felt the warm softness of her tongue
come out and meet mine.

This time, I was the one to react: I sighed at this new, erotic twist. Up until
now, we were just pressing lips.  Suddenly, we were kissingóvery close to making
out.  This next phase lasted only about thirty seconds.  I was going to see if
Becky would let me put the tip of my tongue in her mouth when she slipped her
arms around me neck and opened her mouth.  Next thing I knew we were French
kissing.  I wrapped my arms around her waist and we started moaning and breathing
heavy as we pressed our bodies together.

Soon it became uncomfortable to enjoy making out while staying in this position. 
So, reluctantly, I broke the kiss and said breathlessly, ìLetís lay down.î

Equally out of breath, Becky said, ìGreat idea.î She pushed me backward in her
effort to get comfortable so we could continue.  We quickly positioned ourselves
side-by-side on the couch and immediately locked our mouths together.  This is
how we stayed for the next half-hour, eating each otherís mouths as if our kisses
would have to last a lifetime.  If we had been in a car, the windows would have
quickly fogged over from the intense heat we produced.

While we made out, we held each other tight.  Because we quickly worked up a
sweat, I didnít realize just how wet I was getting between my legs. Finally, out
of breath I said, ìBecky, Iíve got to go pee.  Iíll be right back.î

ìBut I donít want to stop,î she said with a pitiful expression.

ìI said Iíll be right back.î

ìCan we make out some more just as soon as you come back?î

I planted a kiss on her lips. ìOf course,î I said and hopped up.  I ran down the
hall to the bathroom wanting to pee as fast so I could get back to her.  In the
bathroom, I pulled my T-shirt up and slipped my panties down around my knees.  As
I sat on the toilet, I glanced down and noticed the crotch was glistening with
moisture.  I touched the sticky wetness with my finger and brought it to my nose
smelling the unmistakable scent.  Then it hit me that Becky had turned me on;
kissing her had made me wet.  I was so aroused at the idea that my hand shook
when I wiped myself with the tissue.  And when I touched my vagina, I jumped as I
came in contact with my swollen clitoris.

I needed to get off right then and there and started rubbing my crotch. But I
realized if I stayed in the bathroom and masturbated, Becky would wonder what was
taking so long.  I needed to get back to her and tell her what happened.  So I
stood and pulled my panties up.  The wet crotch had cooled in the air and when it
touched me, I almost fainted.

I ran back into the living room, and as I came around the corner, Becky was lying
there with her eyes closed and her hand between her legs.  She was fingering
herself while she used her other hand under her T-shirt to play with her nipple.

ìOh my God, Becky, you too?î I said.

Becky opened her eyes but they had a faraway look in them.  She never stopped
masturbating as she smiled up at me. ìPam, Iím so hot.  Look what you made me
do.î

I couldnít take my eyes off her finger moving in quick little circles beneath the
thin fabric.  My hand went instinctively to my crotch and I knew we were finally
going to masturbate together. ìBecky, letís go to my room and lock the door,î I
said. ìThen we can do it on my bed in private.  If my mom wakes up and catches us
in here, sheíll kill us both.î

ìOkay,î Beck said and reluctantly stopped.  She got up and we held hands as we
quietly slipped down the hall to my bedroom.  Warm wetness covered her hand and
it excited me knowing where it came from.  Once we were inside and Iíd locked the
door, I brought my hand to my nose and smelled her.  God, what a turn-on!

Becky smiled realizing what I had done. ìDo you want to do it naked?î she asked.

ìIt sounds so wicked,î I said, hesitating for only a moment as I continued to
sniff her scent. ìAnd fun.î We giggled as we slipped out of our panties and
T-shirts.  Then we got on the bed; Becky wrapped her arms around my neck and
pulled me down on top of her.

ìWe need more practice,î she said and stuck her tongue in my mouth.

Feeling her naked body under mine made me light headed.  I had never been this
aroused in my life and I would have sworn my pussy was on fire except that I knew
it was soaking wet.

After a few minutes of very passionate kissing, I whispered, îBecky, do you want
to do the deed while we make out?î

ìOh yes,î she said.

Relieved that we both wanted it, I rolled off her and we lay on our sides facing
each other. ìAre you having fun?î I said.

ìThe most Iíve ever had.î She slipped her hand down between her legs and moaned
as she touched herself.

I couldnít wait any longer and started too.  It was heaven as I slipped a finger
inside my warm hole.  We lay there watching each other, and after a few minutes,
we snuggled up close enough that our lips touched, kissing as we fingered
ourselves.  It took about a minute or two before we climaxed together.

Later, as we lay in the dark just enjoying the post-orgasm bliss, Becky said,
ìPam, Iíve got an idea.î

ìWhat?î

ìSince youíre officially still playing the part of the boy, right, why donít we
practice what it would be like if you put your finger in me?î

I had to admit I did want to find out if Bechyís vagina felt like mine or was
every girl a little different. ìOnly if you do me too.î

ìDeal,î she said and turned on her side facing me. ìPam, I really like kissing
you.î

I moved over next to her. ìYouíre turning into a regular nympho,î I said and we
giggled. ìSo, who goes first?î

ìLetís do it together,î she said and raised her knee up exposing herself.

I propped my leg up too and reached down to spread my vagina lips open for her. 
It felt so wicked opening my legs so Becky could touch me. And when she did, I
thought I would pass out.  Her hand gently cupped my pussy and her finger slid
in.  In no time she found my clitoris.

ìGod, youíre so wet,î she said.

ìSo are you,î I said, placing my hand on her soft patch of hair. Spreading her
lips wide open, I stuck my middle finger in and couldnít believe how hot she was.
 And how soft.  ìThis feels so good,î I whispered.

ìOh fuck,î was all Becky could say.

ìI love it when you talk dirty,î I said with a giggle.

She brought her mouth to mine and we French kissed while we got each other off
for the second time that night.

Becky and I repeated our little practice sessions many times over the next year
sometimes making out and doing the deed for hours.  Then her family moved away
and we never saw each other again.  But Iíll never forget the taste of her lips
on mine and the smell of her sex on my fingers. * * *

I got a warm tingle between my legs as I lay on the couch watching the adult
movie and thinking about those nights with Becky.  Like I said, Iíd never
officially gone all the way and eaten pussy.  Looking back, I wish I had, at
least with my kissing cousin.  So, at eighteen, I still hadnít tried it.  But I
had to admit there were a few girls that I definitely wanted to fuck.  Like the
blond exchange student in my English class.  If she had dropped her panties in
front of the whole school and told me to go down on her, I would have buried my
face between her legs in a heartbeat.  Or any of the cheerleaders.  I had heard
that they not only liked fucking boys but did each other too.  So as I watched
the girls in the movie make love and thought about what I should have tried with
Becky, my breathing increased and my fingers went to work.

Iíd almost forgotten about Michelle.  Opening my eyes, I looked down at her on
the floor in front of the TV and realized she was enjoying the lesbians as much
as I was.  She had her legs spread and I could see her hand between them, her
fingers rubbed her crotch.  In the glow of the TV, I could tell she was wet, her
chest rising and falling rapidly.

Well, if she wasnít going to hide it, neither was I.  In one quick motion, I
slipped my shorts and panties down my legs and tossed them aside.  With one leg
draped over the top of the couch and the other hanging off the edge, I fingered
myself with one hand while I reached under my tank top and played with my swollen
nipples.  Then the girls in the movie got into a sixty-nine and ate each other. 
It looked like so much fun, and I was dying to try it.  I made up my mind to ask
one of the cheerleaders if she would like to come over and spend the night with
me.  Maybe I would even ask the girl in my English class.  All she could do was
say no.  And if she said yes, Iíd been in heaven.

I closed my eyes and pictured my cousin Becky wrapping her arms around my neck
whispering that she wanted me so bad.  We were naked and the scent of her arousal
made my heart race.  We pressed our breasts together and she pushed her damp
crotch into my thigh.  I moved my leg between hers and she rubbed her wet sex up
and down it while she told me how sweet it was going to be.  She slowly dropped
to her knees, kissing me all the way down and I felt her hot breath as her
fingers spread my lips.  Then she put her tongue inside. ìOh, shit!î I cried out
and jerked my head up. ìMichelle!  What are you doing?î The thirteen-year-old was
naked, lying on the couch between my legs, licking me.

ìIím eating you,î she said matter-of-fact. ìDonít you like it?î Before I could
answer, the tip of her tongue found my clitoris and explosions went off in my
head.  Her hot little mouth had set me on fire.

ìMichelle . . .î I tried to talk but she ran her tongue up the length of my pussy
and I almost came. ìOh fuck, Michelle,î I said breathlessly. ìWhere did you learn
. . . ?î  I couldnít finish the question, it felt so good.

ìIím just doing what those girls do in the movie,î she said, taking a moment to
raise her smiling face. ìHow do you like it?î Her mouth was wet.

ìOh my God,î was all I could get out as I closed my eyes and felt my orgasm
building.  Her tongue went back to work and I clamped my legs around her head. 
Suddenly, my body shook, my back arched, and I came with a scream.  This little
girl had just given me one of the most incredible orgasms of my life.

I was out of breath, unable to see clearly.  I felt a river flow out of me and I
could hear Michelle lapping it up.  When she had finally licked me clean, she
moved up and laid on top of me.  I opened my eyes and saw her broad grin.

ìIsnít this fun?î she said and we French kissed.

I could taste my cum on her lips; it was so erotic sucking on her tongue knowing
she had just used it to lick my vagina.

ìPam,î she said after we had made out for a while, ìyou sure get wet when you
come.î Her cheeks still glistened.

ìDo you like the taste?î I asked.

She licked her lips and gave out a cute little moan. ìI love it,î she said and
snuggled her head in the crook of my neck.  We held each other in a loving
embrace and after a few minutes, she said, ìI hope youíre not mad at me, Pam. 
But I really wanted to make you feel good, you know, like the girls in the
movie.î

ìNo, sweetheart,î I said.  She had her leg draped over me and I felt her wet
patch of hair on my thigh.  I slowly caressed her back, running my hand along her
bottom. ìIím not mad at all.î I kissed her forehead. ìIt was so sweet of you.î

ìSo you thought it was fun?î

ìOh yes,î I said.  I realized that holding her in my arms, stroking her warm
skin, feeling her little hard nipples on my chest, and smelling her aroused sex
was turning me on all over again.  I sensed moisture forming between my legs and
knew I wanted to have sex with her more than anything.

ìGreat!î she said, raising up and planting another kiss on my lips. ìThen can we
do it some more?î

My heart skipped a beat as it suddenly hit me.  I was about to have my fantasy
come true.  I had dreamed of what it would have been like to make love to Becky,
regretting that we hadnít done it.  Now I had this sweet little angel in my arms
begging me to do it.  And best of all, we were going to be alone together for the
next two days!  I trembled at the thought.

Hesitantly, I said, ìMichelle, are you sure you really want to do this?î

ìOh yes.  Watching those girls was such a turn-on and then getting to lick you
made me want to come so bad.î She wiggled her hips and pressed her pussy against
me, her clit rubbed mine. ìPlease, Pam,î Michelle said. ìItíll be lots of fun, I
promise.î

That old feeling that Iíd experienced with Becky so long ago swept over me.
ìOkay, sweetheart,î I said.

ìYes!î she shouted and kissed me.  Before I knew it, her tongue was in my mouth
and we were running our hands all over each other.  She humped my leg, grinding
her pussy into me and sucking on my tongue.  Then she got up and stood on the
couch with her feet straddling my head.  It was then that I realized how
incredibly beautiful her young sex was and how much I wanted to taste it. 
Michelle squatted down until she was only a couple of inches from my face.  I
stroked her legs as I looked up at her.

ìDo you think itís pretty?î she asked.

ìItís gorgeous,î I said, smelling her and feeling the heat from between her legs.

ìSo you want to lick it?î

My answer was a deep moan as I drew her to me.  In one long motion, I ran my
tongue from her little puckered anus to the top of her slit.  I softly kissed her
swollen lips and then spread them open with my fingers.  I breathed in her scent,
closed my eyes and I covered her opening with my mouth, sliding my tongue in.  It
was finally official: I had gone all the way.  I was eating pussy and loving it. 
I only wish it had been my kissing cousin, Becky.