IN SEARCH OF A YOUNG LESBIAN

My idea was to interview a young lesbian. I wanted to find a teenage girl, or even a schoolgirl, who had discovered that she was a lesbian. How and when did she discover her sexual preference? How did she get into her first lesbian relationship? I had many questions. The problem was, how to find a lesbian to interview? I was lucky. After chatting to a couple of girls outside a nightclub, they introduced me to Sadie. She is in her teens and openly admits that she's a lesbian. She's a lovely looking girl with auburn hair framing her pretty face. Slim and very attractive she's a delightful girl. We met the following evening at a country pub and sat outside with our drinks. Tape recorder on...

THE INTERVEW

"I knew from an early age that I was a lesbian," Sadie confessed. "Actually, that's wrong. I didn't know that I was a lesbian. I knew that I preferred girls to boys. The older girls at my school all seemed to have boyfriends and talked about nothing else. I just wasn't interested in boys at that age. It didn't worry me because I thought that I'd take an interest when I was older. I liked being with other girls and got on really well with Carla, a girl in my class. She came round to my house one weekend. My parents had been going on about my school work and how I needed to pull my socks up. The idea was that Carla and I were going to do some homework together."

"At that point, you'd had no sexual experience at all?" I asked Sadie.

"None whatsoever."

"How old were you?"

"Let's just say that I was young. We were both young. We sat on my bed, going through our homework notes, and I'd not given a thought to anything sexual. I'd never thought about sex, until then. Carla was wearing a short skirt, we both were, and I could see her panties. I kept looking at the pink material, and I found myself picturing her crack and wondering whether she rubbed herself there. Her thighs were smooth, her panties were tight, outlining her crack… I'd never thought like that before and I wondered whether there was something wrong with me. As much as I tried, I couldn't take my eyes off her panties. She moved about on the bed and finally pressed her thighs together. That's when I moved my attention to her loose-fitting blouse. She leaned forward and I gazed at her small breasts and imagined her brown nipples. It was so unlike me."

"Who made the first move?"

"I'm not sure how it happened, who made the first move. We looked at each other and there was a sort of mutual knowing. We leaned forward and our lips met. I closed my eyes and melted. She was soft, warm, feminine… The next thing I knew, her hand was between my legs. She pressed her fingers into my panties, rubbing me there, massaging me. Our lips locked in a passionate kiss, her fingers exploring my pussy through the thin material of my panties… It was heavenly. Our lips finally parted and we were both embarrassed. We didn't know what to say to each other. When she went home, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I thought I was in love. In my bed that night, I thought about her, imagined her in bed with me, naked, loving me."

"You said that you'd had no sexual experience. Were you masturbating at that time?"

"Yes, I was. Probably two or three times a week. And I felt really guilty about it. The next time Carla came round, we got talking, and she said that she often rubbed herself. Discovering that she masturbated was a great relief for me because I'd thought that I was the only girl in the world who did such dreadful things. I used to masturbate in my bed at night, and in the mornings at weekends. The sensations were beautiful, but I'd always believed it to be very wrong. The more we talked, the more at ease I felt, not just with Carla, but with myself."

"And things went further?"

"She made the first move. Leaning forward, she kissed me and put her hand between my thighs again. We didn't bother about school work at all that time. She rubbed me through my panties, and I finally lay back on my bed and parted my legs. She didn't pull my panties down. I don't think either of us were ready to go that far. But she massaged me through the material, in just the right place, and I had the most amazing orgasm. I made quite a noise and hoped that my mum would come rushing up the stairs. She didn't so, once I'd recovered, I swapped places with Carla and massaged her to orgasm. That was the beginning of our lesbian relationship. Although, we didn't look upon ourselves as lesbians. I don't think the thought, let alone the word, occurred to us at that age."

"And things progressed?"

"Yes, at the weekend. Carla came over to see me and, as usual, we went up to my bedroom. We kissed and fondled each other and, finally, she slipped her hand up my T-shirt and toyed with my nipples. She'd soon bared my breasts and was sucking hard on each nipple in turn. I was in paradise, the sensations were amazing. Her long black hair falling over my breasts, teasing and tickling me, she slurped and suckled like a babe. Before long, I had her T-skirt up. She was beautiful, and I sucked and mouthed her long wonderfully nipples. She was bigger than me and I was quite envious. I was also very pleased because I loved squeezing and sucking her breasts and her brown nipples. Like mine, they were hard, beautifully formed."

"Your parents were down stairs at the time?"

"Yes, they were. But, all we had to do if they came up was pull out T-shirts down. We weren't wearing bras so there was no problem. Unlike Carla's mum who was up and down the stairs and hanging around most of the time, my mum didn't move far away from the television. My bedroom was the only place in the world where we could be together and love each other. It would have been nice to be able to get into my bed and... But that just wasn't possible."

"So, how did your sexual relationship develop?"

"The next time Carla came round, she told me to lie on the bed. I knew that she wanted to go further as she pulled my skirt up. I felt dreamy, sort of dizzy with love, as she pulled my panties down and slipped them over my feet. She gazed at me, at my pick crack, and I felt my stomach somersault. No one had ever seen me there, let alone touched me. The feel of her fingertips running over the smoothness of my puffy pussy lips, running up and down my tight crack... I trembled all over as she stroked me, tickled and teased me. She then slipped her finger into my crack and massaged my clitoris. I felt crazy with desire as she masturbated me. And I knew that she felt the same because she leaned over and locked her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Moving down my open crack, she slipped her finger into my very tight vagina. I squirmed on my bed, drifting on clouds of love as she massaged deep inside me. Although I masturbated regularly, I'd never put a finger in my pussy. She dragged my wetness up my crack and lubricated my sensitive clitoris and then resumed her massaging. My orgasm came and shook me to the core. Her lips still locked to mine, probably to keep me quiet, I moaned through my nose and writhed on the bed in the grip of my climax. I was in love, and I knew that I'd found my sexual heaven."

"You mentioned love. Was it sex or love?"

"Both. The perfume of her hair, the scent of her body, the very essence of her being... I was in love with her. Although I was very young, and obviously knew that we had a sexual relationship, I also knew that I'd found love. We swapped places and I pulled her panties off. She had a beautiful body, slender, hard and yet soft... As I massaged her clitoris, we talked about love. She felt the same as me. I pushed my finger into her tight pussy and derived as much pleasure as she did as I massaged her hot and very wet vagina. I finally moved up to her clitoris and she orgasmed with a gush of milk. My bed, the quilt, was soaked. Soaked with the milk of love."

"Did you explore oral sex?"

"Very much so. We knew nothing about oral sex, we'd never even heard of it. We were on my bed in the sixty-nine position kissing each other all over. We kissed thighs, legs, stomach... A natural progression was to kiss each other's sex lips. And then we tasted each other. Our tongues in each other's cracks, tasting, teasing... It wasn't long before we were sucking each other's clitorises. We together and writhed on my bed entwined in lust and love... From that day on, all our lovemaking was oral."

"Have you ever experimented sexually with a boy?"

"Yes, I have. I became very confused at one point. My brother made lewd comments about lesbians while we were watching television documentary about relationships. Mum told him to shut up, but he'd made his comments and I felt guilty and confused. A boy at school had asked me out several times but I always said no. The next day, I agreed to meet him that evening. We saw a film and then walked to the park. He started kissing me. I didn't stop him because I wanted to make sure that my loyalties were with Carla. He then slipped his hand up my skirt and rubbed my panties. I felt cold, it did nothing for me at all. He then pulled my panties aside and fingered me. His fingers felt rough whereas Carla's were soft, warm and loving. I finally pulled his stiff cock out of his trousers and wanked him. I examined and fondled his balls, pulled his foreskin back and gazed at his purple knob... But I felt nothing, no love, no desire, not even lust. He asked me to suck his cock but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I wanked him faster and his sperm jetted out and went all down the front of my skirt and I... I suppose I felt disgusted with myself. That was the end of my one and only heterosexual relationship. I told Carla about it because I didn't want to harbour secrets, I didn't want to lie to her. Initially, she was angry. She then confessed that she'd had a similar experience with a boy and we both agreed that we'd got that problem out of the way. It brought us closer. We'd tried boys, and had concluded that we only wanted each other. "

"Are you still with Carla?"

"Yes. I'm eighteen and we've been together for... As I said, we got together when we were young. Too young, some would say. But it's worked out. We share a flat, we share everything. My parents still don't know. They think we're just friends. Carla's parents don't know, either. One day, we'll have to tell them. They're already asking about boyfriends and talking about grandchildren. Eventually, we'll have to tell them."

 

Copyright Tony Graves © 2005

 

A SCHOOLGIRL LESBIAN EXPERIENCE

Kelly read the above interview and sent in this e-mail telling of her lesbian experiences.

My first lesbian experience began I was walking home from school with Helen, my best friend. We reached my house and I was about to say goodbye when she pulled me closed and kissed me. It wasn't just a peck on the cheek. Our lips pressed together, it was a most passionate kiss. I felt my stomach somersault as I watched her walk away. The experience had left me feeling confused, happy, warm inside... I couldn't stop thinking about it and I finally rang her that evening. I didn't mention the kiss. I just asked her to come round.

We sat on my bed talking about this and that and I noticed that she kept gazing at my legs. I was wearing a short skirt and, as I moved about on the bed, I realized that my panties were on show. As she leaned forward and kissed me, she slipped her hand between my legs and pressed her fingers into my panties and massaged me. She then pulled my panties aside and, before I could stop her, she had her finger deep inside my pussy. It all happened so quickly. I wasn't sure whether to push her away or protest or what. I felt horny, confused, anxious... The feel of her finger inside my wet pussy sent quivers through me. It was the most amazing experience ever and I finally relaxed and enjoyed her intimate attention.

She managed to push a second finger into my tight pussy as she kissed me and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I was extremely wet, and I felt really shaky as she twisted and bent her fingers and exploered my mouth with her tongue. She then kissed my neck and nibbled my ear and I lay down on the bed and just melted. She was all over me, kissing my small breasts through my T-shirt, kissing my lower stomach... She then moved down and kissed my inner thighs and, as she slipped her fingers out of my pussy, I knew that this was what I wanted. It seemed so natural, like a natural progression of our friendship.

Holding my panties to one side, she pressed her mouth against my pussy lips and kissed me there. I could feel her hot breath, her hair tickling my inner thighs, and I felt as if I was floating on clouds. I was young, we were both young, and I'd never pushed a finger into my pussy. I knew nothing about masturbation, but Helen seemed to know exactly what to do. She slipped her wet tongue into my crack and licked up and down around my hole and my clitoris and I fely dizzy with desire. My clitoris was as hard as a rock, my pussy cream was pouring out of me... I opened my legs wide and gave myself completely to her.

The feel of her tongue slipping into my vagina as she stretched my pussy lips wide apart drove me wild. She then moved up and sucked my clitoris into her mouth and that was it, I came with an explosion that shook me to the core. I could hear her slurping, sucking, and she drove several fingers deep into my virgin pussy and took me to another incredible high. I don't know how many times I came, how many orgasms I had. Maybe it was one massive multiple orgasm, I have no idea.

I finally recovered and managed to sit up on the bed. The quilt was soaked with my sex juices, my panties had slipped back into place and were drenched... Before I'd had a chance to compose myself, Helen again moved in and kissed me passionately. She was like an animal, kissing me, squeezing my small tits, trying to pull my panties off... She was in a kind of sexual frenzy and couldn't get enough of me.

Before I'd plucked up the courage to slip my hand up her skirt, she'd pulled her panties off and opened her legs. Massaging her wet pussy lips as she lay back on the bed, I sipped a finger into her crack and pushed it deep into her hot and very tight vagina. She writhed on the bed, gasping as I forced another finger into he pussy. She were both virgins, and I wondered what had happened as her hole suddenly opened up. Of course, I know realize that her hymen had given way.

We were both in a sexual frenzy, and I was desperate to lick her, taste her cream. Slipping my fingers out of her hot vagina, I lay between her parted thighs and began licking the length of her open crack. She tasted heavenly, and I pushed my tongue deep into her tight pussy and licked and sucked and swallowed her milk. We'd bother found heaven. And I knew that this was only the start of a long-term relationship.

She reached her orgasm as I sucked on her clitoris. Pumping out her sex milk, flooding my face, she shook and writhed on my bed as I sucked and licked and fingered between her parted thighs. We were all over each other for the next hour or so. Licking, kissing, sucking, biting, fingering... Our relationship lasted for two years. We discovered boys and that was that. But I still think of Helen's, beautiful young body, her sweet little pussy. We're in touch with each other and often meet for coffee. Maybe, one day, we'll love again. I certainly hope so.

Luv, Kelly.

 

 

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