“See you at school tomorrow,” I said. My date, Brian,
was a nervous mess. He wasn’t accustomed to being in
“Oh, um, ahhh…” He sputtered. Normally, I would’ve
kissed him. But I haven’t ever kissed anyone. Not even
Rick (I don’t know why). I didn’t want to start with
“Good night,” I said and stepped inside my house and
closed the door, leaving him outside. He’d leave after
I didn’t really care about Brian, I was trying to get
over my old boyfriend Rick. Rather, my first boyfriend
Rick. He broke up with me about a month ago because, “I
just wasn’t where he is socially.” What a jerk. It’s
because he was going out with me that he got where he
is. (I only went out with him in the beginning because
he helped me through my mother’s death) Now, I’m not
extremely popular, but if I want I can get just about
any boy (below Rick’s precious “social level”) to go
out with me.
Brian for instance. Mainly it’s because of my looks.
I’m rather tall (5’10”), I have long legs but I’m not
stalky, blonde, and slightly more busty than most my
classmates. Most guys say I’m “cute,” cheerleader
material, but I’m not that preppie. I think my face
looks better than most girls, and I’m pretty humble
usually. My Dad says I look like Heather Locklear.
Maybe I do.
I took off my shoes and put them by the staircase, and
ran up to the second floor. My Dad, who is a little
hard-of-hearing, was sitting in the easy chair in his
bedroom reading the Saturday Evening Post.
“Dad,” I said, he didn’t hear me.
“Dad!” I yelled. He looked up. “I’m home.”
“Oh, hi Julie. How was your date?”
“Fine,” I said loudly. He nodded and returned to The
I turned and went up the second flight of stairs to the
third floor, which consists of my (large) room,
bathroom, and landing. I love my room. The landing has
a lockable door, and I’m the only one with a key. It’s
soundproof, so I can blast music as loud as I want and
have no one can hear. I have a heated waterbed that’s
the big enough for four that I can’t live without (I
just got it just yesterday, tonight will be night #2)
The bathroom is spacious and has something fun: a
custom made Jacuzzi bathtub.
The couple who lived in our house before us were a…
err, romantic couple, so had a bathtub made especially
with them in mind. First, it’s deeper than most baths.
Like 3 feet. Second, it’s wide enough for two people to
bathe or do you-know-what in. Third, it has something I
haven’t told anyone but my best friend Vicki about
(I’ll get to Vicki later): the jets are positioned to
stimulate the more sensitive parts of a woman’s body.
I’m lucky I’m almost exactly the same size as the lady
that lived here before, or else it wouldn’t work right.
Remember, I’m a virgin and haven’t so much as kissed
anyone, but I know that this Jacuzzi rivals even
mediocre sex. I’ve tried it more than a couple times.
(Once a week I allow a little masturbation)
There are two jets on either of sides, one under your
ass, and one in front you. The front two side jets
shoot across your chest with a strong current that
makes your nipples hard. The one under your ass makes a
thick stream that goes right up and in you. The bottom
two side jets and the front one stimulate your pussy
from a distance. It’s a teasing feeling, and hard to
get to turned-on by. There’s more jets for more
conventional purposes, and a detachable hose with
removable shower nozzle.
I slipped out of my skirt (the long one for Brian) and
my blouse. I closed the door to the bathroom and locked
it. I was looking in the full-length mirror behind the
door at my 8th grade self. At this point I was wearing
just my bra and underwear. I giggled and made a
Playboy-like pose; pushing my hair up, winking my eye
half way, opening my mouth ever so slightly, and
crossing my legs… God I’m sexy. I have just enough
body-fat to be cute, and no more. Perfect curves.
It was so funny looking at a girl this way (even though
it was me). I just broke down laughing. It unsnapped
the bra and kicked off the undies. It took me a minute
to get the water the right temperature, but I got it
hot enough. I slipped into the tub, and got centered
over the jets. I reached over to hit the jet switch
Ecstasy. For some reason I just really enjoy having
something in my ass, it’s just so pleasing. That jet
was just so soothing. I let out a soft moan. I pictured
a naked stud making love to my ass, it was sooooo good.
I closed my eyes and moved my hands slowly up to my
breasts, circling to nipples with my fingers and
feeling the softness of myself.
I continued to squeeze the left breast while I moved my
hand down my tanned stomach. A shudder went through my
body. Even with the scalding water, I got goosebumps.
The water was flowing through my anus. I rubbed my clit
with my thumb while sticking four fingers into my
pussy. I pumped my hand, getting a rhythm. The stud was
fucking me from the front now.
It was very exciting, but for some reason tonight I
just wasn’t getting anywhere. I blanked my mind and
just focused on the water going up my ass. Right then
something strange happened — an image flashed in my
head. A sexy 14-year-old girl in the same Playboy-like
pose I had tried in front of the mirror.
She was winking at me and blowing kisses, making
provocative moves. I tried to clear it, but it wouldn’t
go away. The strangest part: it was more exciting than
the wildest fantasy I’d had about a man. I climaxed
almost instantly, and it was huge. I nearly hit my
At first I just sat there in amazement at my huge
orgasm. Then in confusion. Why had that girl turned me
on so much? I was almost scared. Usually after I
climax, I just forget my fantasy and if I do remember
it, it just turns me off. I remembered this girl very
clearly, and what’s more I was still turned on by her,
but in a different way. Oh I was so confused! I sat
there for ten minutes with my juices floating around
me. I was still scatter-brained. I had more questions
I decided to think it over after I got cleaned up. I
drained the water out of the Jacuzzi bath, refilled it
and cleaned myself for real. I was in a complete daze.
How long had I been in the tub? It seemed like days.
Soon I was done, and I got out and toweled off. I blow-
dried my long blond hair and brushed my teeth. When I
was done, I turned and looked at myself nude in the
mirror again. Seeing a perfect female body made me
As aroused as I was, I was scared out of my mind. I
thought I might be sick. I had never heard of a girl
liking other girls. I must be sick.
I unlocked and opened the door and left the bathroom. I
threw on a T-Shirt and some soft shorts and got in bed,
throwing the light switch on the way. I stayed up all
night wonder what was wrong with me. When I finally did
get to sleep, I had dream that I was making out with
the drummer from U2.
The next morning I woke up and felt better because of
my more normal dream. Actually, I was in denial that I
ever got turned on by girl and thought it was all a
nightmare. I got ready for school and walked slowly to
the bus stop. I waited alone at the stop for awhile,
and when the bus finally came, I nearly missed it
because I thought I might just walk…
When I got on, I nodded to some of the girls I knew and
went and sat next Vicki VanDerael, my very best friend
in the whole world. Vicki is a BABE. Totally hot in
every way. She has no body fat at all. She’s my height
with jet black hair and a very large bust for a 14 year
old. She has perfect thighs and a FLAT stomach. She’s
just a boy magnet, a little more than me. Vicki is the
most feminine person in the world.
“Hey, Julie!” she said.
“Hi Vic,” I said with a smile. Vicki was grinning. She
had the attention of maybe 5 guys. Vicki leaned over
and whispered in my ear.
“These boys are all over me! I think it’s my new
skirt… do I look like a slut?” Vicki was wearing a
rather short skirt indeed, but not too slutty.
“Nope,” I said. She grinned and winked.
Once at school, we did our regular classes. At lunch
this stud named Jake said “Hi” to me and I felt way
better about this whole “liking girls” nonsense.
Sometimes I wish so much I could experience
intercourse, I nearly burst. Now was one of those
times. I managed to get through the day without running
to the WC and masturbating. It was Friday, so Vicki and
I planned for her to come over to my house and stay the
night. We were going to watch some movies and stay up
and girl talk and gossip and the like. It was going to
On the way home, Vicki and I talked about boys, boys,
boys. The whole way. That’s all Vicki has on her mind,
and I don’t care. She’s not sex-crazed, just really
digs guys a whole lot. Vicki’s great. When we got home,
we found a note from my Dad that said he had to leave
on an emergency business trip and would be back on
Vicki and I hit the books, wanting to finish our
homework before it would become a burden. We finished
around five, and got some leftover tacos to eat for
dinner. Over dinner, Vicki and I talked about sex.
“So,” said Vicki, “how old are you going to be before
you have sex?”
“I would have sex now, but I don’t think anyone would
want to fuck me.” Vicki seemed to get excited at this.
“Oh, but baby!” she said, doing a lame imitation of a
boy, “You’re so sexy! I could do you right now!” I
laughed. She is so funny. By now I totally forgotten my
little episode last night. Vicki went on, walking over
to me from across the table. “Oh! Oh! I’m getting hard
just looking at you!”
I laughed again and stood up too. “Come’ere, babe!” she
said. She grabbed my hips and pretended to fuck me.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I was laughing so hard I was crying.
Lately Vicki and had pretended one of was guy and
making moves on the other as a joke. It was hilarious.
She stopped and giggled. “C’mon, let’s watch the
So we did. I can’t remember which one it was, though.
But during the sex scene in the movie, I had one of
those cravings for sex. Right then, I had my idea:
Vicki and I could please each other, just as an
experiment. It was the craziest thing I’d heard of. If
Vicki accepted, what if she took it for more than an
experiment? What if she refused? She wouldn’t be my
friend anymore. I wanted sex so bad, it clouded my
“Hey Vicki, how about we give each other oral sex?” I
said. Vicki laughed, and looked at me. I looked dead
serious, and she looked hopeful. It might have worked,
but I chickened out.
“Just kidding!” I said. Vicki looked disappointed,
almost hurt, but tried to cover it up. I knew it right
then: Vicki wanted the same thing. Ever since we
pretended to fuck each other, we secretly hoped the
other one wasn’t joking.
“Oh god,” I thought, “I might actually have sex
tonight.” I had wanted it my whole life. Actually going
one-on-one with another living, feeling, loving person.
We knew each other well enough. We both wanted it, and
besides, I don’t think we go so far as to stop liking
boys altogether. It was just for pleasure, not love.
Right then, I thought I was the only girl to ever dream
this up, and that Vicki just happened to know me and
want it too.
“Vicki,” I said uneasily, turning off the TV, “let’s go
upstairs, I want to ask you something.” Vicki looked
hopeful again. I think she could feel what I was going
to ask coming.
“Okay,” she said. Suddenly right then I wanted to hold
her hand. I reached over and grasped it as I stood up,
and pulled her up. She didn’t try to let go. We stared
into each other’s eyes. It was so confusing, exciting,
scary, and romantic at the same time. I broke the spell
and led her upstairs. In my room, I sat her down on my
bed beside me.
“Oh, god,” I said, “I don’t know how to ask this, um…
Well, you know how much I have wanted to have sex.”
“Yes,” said Vicki sounding as anxious as I felt, “I
feel the need also.” My heart fluttered. I reached out
and put my hands on hers. She smiled.
“Okay,” I said, letting out a deep breath. “Well, I was
thinking; since we both want sex so much, we could,
well, experiment on each other and we could, well…” I
trailed off. She nodded.
“It’s a good idea, I think, um…” said Vicki, “and it
would be just for the sake of pleasure, not for
“Yeah!” I said, really excited. She knew exactly what I
was talking about.
“Julie,” she said, “I’ve wanted this ever since last
year. I got these urges — well, you know what I’m
talking about. I could never get the nerve up to ask
you. I didn’t know if you wanted it or not. That’s why
I’ve been kind of playing with you, just to see how you
react. But this is still just an experiment, you know?
Just to see what it feels like…”
“Right,” I said. Now I didn’t know what to do. I was
shivering all over, but not cold shivers, hot ones. I
was just quivering with excitement. Luckily, Vicki
seemed to have this all planned out. She pushed me back
on my bed, slowly and carefully.
“Are you ready?” she asked. I could only nod.
Vicki had me laid all the way back on the bed, and she
lied down on top of me. Oh, god. It felt so intense. I
could feel her soft breath on my neck and face. She
moaned a little, and I spread my legs a little so she
could get in between them.
Vicki moved down my body a few inches, then pulled my
blouse over my head. She looked up at me and grinned,
then pushed her hands underneath me and undid my bra.
My breasts bounced free. I was overcome by a wave of
ecstasy, and reluctance. I was just now I realized I
was really going to fuck another person, and not only
that, a woman.
“Are.. you.. sure.. we.. should.. do this?” I said
between breaths. Vicki answered by putting her mouth
over on my nipples. My chest heaved with excitement. I
couldn’t help a moan. She sucked the whole top of my
breast and tongued my nipple without removing her
mouth. She kept sucking and licking and tonguing… my
nipples were rock hard.
She finally removed her lips and dragged her tongue
across my breast to the other one, where she did the
same thing. I was getting so horny, I had never
imagined sex being this good! I grabbed her ass and
pulled it up me.
This gave Vicki an idea. She dropped her pants, and
removed her panties beneath, revealing the most
beautiful shaved pussy I have seen in my entire life,
dripping wet. She removed the rest of my clothes, and
got on top of me again. She thrust her hips in and out
like a man, rubbing her clit against mine. It felt so
good, I forgot where I was. She kept pussy grinding me
while a grabbed her ass and rubbed her harder against
Before long, she came all over between my legs. The
gush of fluid made me climax as well, multiple times.
She kept grinding a little, then slowed down to stop,
collapsing onto me. I was lost in pleasure, even after
my orgasm I was feeling like it was still going.
“OooOooOooOooOoo,” I moaned. Both of our bodies went
completely lax. I was swimming in ecstasy. My whole
body was tense and at peace at the same time. I was
flying… the only feeling I could compare this to was
the descriptions of the acid trips in “The Electric
Kool-Aid Acid Test.” I didn’t even feel those either.
It was the best fuck I’ve had. Ever, even to this day,
that first one with Vicki was the best.
Vicki made a “mmmmmmmmmmmm” sound. She was lying with
her hips in between my thighs, our breasts pressing
against one another, her arms out to the sides crossing
over mine, and her head on my shoulder. It was a good
feeling to have Vicki there so close to me. It wasn’t
exactly sexual, more of a safe, happy, romantic even
feeling. It was the aftermath feeling.
I managed to crane my neck up to kiss her on the cheek.
“Do you realize what we just did, Vicki?” I asked. She
just kind of made an “Uh-huh,” sound and said,
“That was great.” Better than any experiment, but what
I kept telling myself was that this was just an
experiment, and that we weren’t weird social misfits.
Vicki lifted herself up on one elbow and then rolled
over onto her back, groaning as she did so.
No we were lying side-by-side on my waterbed, with our
arms around our shoulders. I curled my leg around
Vicki’s, and rubbed it up and down a little bit. Vicki
smiled and closed her eyes.
“Vicki, you know what I fantasize most about?”
“Well, most people fantasize about having sex with
someone, and having it be really wild and stuff. I do
that when I’m finger-banging myself, but I have day-
dreams of something else.” I stopped for a moment while
I turned on my side and curled up a little in Vicki’s
arms, which were around me know. She felt so warm, and
close and loving… I reached my hand up to trace the
outline of her lips with finger-tips. She let me do it.
I gently pressed between them and Vicki sucked the tip
and ever so lightly. I giggled softly and removed my
now moist finger. I put my hand on her breast and she
took in a sharp gasp. I started tracing my finger
around her nipple and continued while she moaned in
pleasure under her breath.
“Anyway, my fantasies have do with just being in bed
with someone and having them hold you…” I sighed
happily, my fantasy was coming true, “and just lying
there with them all-night in a half-asleep state,
“I like it,” she said.
“Mmm, let’s not get wild, just stay here in bed and
caress each other.”
“Okay…” said Vicki, trailing off. I pulled up the
covers over our beautiful naked bodies and cuddled up
next to Vicki, who did the same to me. I was all hot
from the heavy blanket and Vicki right next to me, but
I had goose-bumps anyway. It was just as good as the
sex. But it was still just an experiment, right?
I was so confused, so happy, and so ashamed. But why?
There were so many questions. I didn’t love Vicki, that
was set, but I did admire her so much… “my lover can
help me answer my questions” I thought.
And it was just then I realized; I wasn’t a virgin
anymore, I had a lover I didn’t really love… and it
was a girl.
I drifted off to sleep feeling a little bit of myself
melt inside, and another part awaken.
* * *
When I did wake up in Vicki’s arms, she was still
asleep. Daylight poured through my open windows and
spilled out onto the floor and over the walls. I
sighed. I was just going to stay right there in Vicki’s
arms forever… I reached over and massaged her breasts
softly. I could hear her purring almost.
“Hey, Julie,” she said sleepily, and squeezed me. Oh,
it felt good. She had totally enclosed me in her.
“What are we Vicki?” I said. I didn’t mean to sound
sharp, but I think that’s how it came out. Vicki
loosened her grip. I didn’t like that.
“Well,” she said, “we’re just experimenting with sex,
“Yes, but what if you were my boyfriend? Or girlfriend,
“Women that love women are called lesbians, Julie.”
It’s the first I’d ever heard that word. It sounded
“Are we lesbians?” I asked.
“Well, no. Not exactly. You still like boys, right?
Yeah, and we don’t love each other like that, we just
please each other sexually. So the answer is no.”
“I guess,” I said.
“Actually, Julie, I have a confession to make.” She
sounded unsure of herself. “I am a lesbian, and have
loved you since we met.” I was shocked. All this time,
and I had never known. She continued. “Julie, I didn’t
think you even knew what a lesbian was, so I kept my
feelings to myself and surrounded myself with boys. I
just denied it. But just recently, I have fully
realized I can only love women.”
“Vicki, I-I…” I didn’t what to say. “I wish I could
feel the same, but I just don’t know, it’s all so new.”
“I know, I know. Let’s just lay together for awhile.”
And we did. I thought about boys. I thought about them
long and hard — a full two hours while we lay in
silence massaging each other lightly. I thought about
love, marriage, sex, everything. I thought about
kissing, and when I did, I knew I had never kissed a
boy. It wasn’t right. It just didn’t feel right. It
just slapped me in the face, that thought. It hit me
when I was down. But it was good for me, I knew that
maybe I still liked boys a little, but I loved Vicki. I
must have for some time.
“Vicki,” I addressed her. She looked over at me,
somewhat sad. Her eyes were watery. She had been crying
silently. “Oh, Vicki.” I said, and hugged her tight
enough to squeeze the sad out of her. I pulled down the
covers a little. It was cold outside, and cold in the
house. But Vicki was warm.
I got up and kneeled over her pelvis, in the same
position we had been in last night, when she fucked me.
But now wasn’t the time for sex. I bent down and got
face-to-face, lying on top of her. I stretched my legs
out down hers and she shivered. I put my arms around
her neck and looked into her moist green eyes, just
“I love you, Vicki,” I whispered softly.
“Kiss me,” I said, and meant it. I wanted to seal my
love with the most sacred of things I knew — the kiss.
I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against hers. She
made that purring sound again. I opened my mouth a
little and pushed tongue in past her teeth.
She pressed forward hard, getting my tongue as far down
her throat as she could. She massaged it with her
tongue and sucked on it lightly. I could taste her, and
she tasted better that anything I had ever tasted,
ever. I pulled my tongue back and sucked hers into my
mouth, doing the same thing.
After a while, she pulled it back in and we sucked on
each others lips, finishing the kiss off. When I
removed my lips finally, she exhaled hard.
“Oh god, I love you too,” she said.