(ff, teen, 1st)
by Kristen Kathleen Becker
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I had my first orgasm when I was 12 years old. It was
at summer camp after lights out, and my tent-mate and
I were talking about what it would be like to have sex
with a boy.
I remember that we were talking about what he would do
to us, and after about a half hour of this I felt this
incredible pulling sensation between my legs. The feeling
overpowered my senses, and I lost track of my
surroundings for almost a minute. I didn't tell my
roomy what had happened, because I wasn't sure myself.
After that first experience I began to talk to all my
girlfriends about boys, and I started to masturbate
regularly. I began to think that I was strange. I had
this huge sex drive, and was always thinking about
what it would be like to have sex. My girlfriends
talked about boys with me, but wouldn't admit that
they even fingered themselves.
As I grew older, I found that boys were attracted to
me more than to the other girls. Yes, I know I'm
attractive, but I think it was more than my looks. I
seemed to identify with their needs more than the
other girls did. The funny thing is that I lost my
virginity in a way I never would have expected.
It happened one summer vacation, when I was fourteen
and a half. I was visiting my older sister, Lyndee,
who had moved to Minneapolis with our Dad the year
before, when our folks divorced. I stayed with Mom,
and this was the first time since the breakup that
I'd been able to visit.
Lyndee had fixed me up with a boy from her school who
was my age. We were double-dating one evening at a
local dance that was being held at her high school.
Lyndee was two years older than me, and had a steady
boyfriend. They were having sex on a regular basis and
had plans for that evening, so I was on my own with
We got to the dance around 7 p.m. and Lyndee and her
boyfriend disappeared into the crowd right away. My
date gravitated toward his buddies, talking about
sports and stuff, leaving me by myself.
Standing next to me was this very attractive girl, with
masses of auburn hair. She was so great looking, I
couldn't understand why she was alone. But then I
thought, 'Here I am, a great looker myself, and I'm
She looked over at me, seeming to give me the once over,
then smiled and introduced herself. "Hi, my name's
Becky. What's yours?"
I told her my name, and we talked about the dance and
the people around us. Becky had moved into town from
Boston about six months ago, and wasn't real thrilled
with her life style in Minneapolis. She said that her
father's company had moved them out there, and she
really had no choice in the matter.
After a while, she suggested that we "blow this place,"
so we jumped into her little sports car and roared down
the highway, leaving the city. She kept telling me
about her girlfriends back in Boston, and what they did
for fun. I was beginning to wonder if she was trying to
get me to do something with her. The way she talked I
got the impression that she liked girls better than guys.
Finally I said, "Becky, are you into girls? Is that what
you're trying to tell me?"
Becky said she liked both men and women, and that a
person really wouldn't know how to have good sex until
they'd experienced both kinds.
I said that I hadn't had sex with anyone except myself
yet, so I couldn't comment either way.
When I said that Becky looked hard at me, then looked
away. I could feel some tension between us. I was beginning
to think, because I was a virgin, she no longer
wanted to be my friend.
After a few minutes she slowed the car and pulled over
in the dark. The motor was idling, and I could see her
face lit up by the dash lights. She asked me if I'd
ever thought of having sex with another woman, and
would I like to do it with her? All the time she was
saying this, she had her hand on my leg. I was just
inches away from her, and could both hear and feel her
breathing; she had cinnamon breath.
As someone who was always thinking about sex, I guess
I was susceptible to being seduced; it's just that I'd
always thought it would be a boy. My temperature was
rising, and I finally replied, "Okay Becky, lets quit
talking about it and do something! Show me..."
She smiled, but didn't say anything; just put the
car in gear and roared off down the road.
We came to a little secluded motel, and Becky rolled
into the parking lot, jumped out of the car and
trotted into the motel office. I could see her
through the floor-to-ceiling window in the office.
She was wearing a really tight short skirt, and I
could see her leg muscles flexing as she stood on
tiptoe in front of the check-in desk. I was wondering
what those legs would feel like to touch. (I couldn't
believe myself, fantasizing about another girl!)
As we pulled around to a room in back, I was beginning
to have second thoughts about what we were about to
do. I wasn't a lesbian, and I didn't think I wanted
to be one either. I said, "Becky, I'm not sure we
should be doing this. I don't think I want my first
time to be a lesbian experience."
She replied as we walked into the room, "Just stay for
a while for a few minutes and see what you think. We
can stop anytime you like. Remember what I said about
being a better lover with this kind of experience?
"I really meant it; you'll be much more in tune with
a guy after having another woman. You'll see."
She was already undressing while she said this. She
stepped out of her skirt and pulled her top off over
her head. I was really surprised to see that she
wasn't wearing any underwear. I have to admit that I
was turned on by her naked body. My heart pounded in
my chest as she climbed on the bed and got down on all
fours, swaying her beautiful bottom in the air at me.
Suddenly she tumbled over on to her back and spread
her legs, and started fingering herself in front of
I was still standing just inside the door, fully clothed,
looking at this beautiful girl masturbating for me. I
could hardly believe it!
But masturbating is something I know. It was familiar
to me; I knew how Becky would be feeling just then, and
what to do. Impulsively, I stepped over to the bed and
sat down beside her. I put my hand over hers and felt the
rhythm of her movements, then gently moved her hand out
of the way and took over for her.
She started to moan and shiver the moment I touched her.
I had a real sexy rush from the feeling of control I was
getting by masturbating this gorgeous girl. She started
to buck and moan even louder, and a sheen of perspiration
broke out all over her body as she came over my hand.
She pressed my hand down tightly between her legs and
rubbed it very slowly against her pussy as she came down
from her orgasm.
A few moments later, when she had regained control over
her breathing, she took my hand and started to lick my
fingers. I was totally surprised at this, never having
even thought of such a thing before. She took hold of my
other hand and poked one of my fingers in my mouth too.
I was unwilling at first, because I'd never tasted cum
before, not even my own. In the end, though, I let her do
it. I was surprised by the taste of her cum; it wasn't
bad at all!
When she had finished playing with my hand, Becky got off
the bed and began to undress me. I didn't know quite what
to expect. My knees could barely hold me up; I was ready
to faint by the time I stepped out of my panties.
Becky took care not to touch me anywhere sensitive,
because she could see how nervous I was. She took me into
the bathroom and, holding my hand, drew a bath for us.
She helped me sit down in the warm soapy water, then
knelt down beside the tub and began to use a wash cloth
on me. She ran warm water over my breasts and down my
tummy. Then she took the cloth and ran her hand down
between my legs, gently massaging my thighs and crotch area.
I was really enjoying the feeling of having another human
being doing something like this to me; I no longer cared
that it was a woman. I was beginning to feel so hot that
I'd have done anything just then.
Becky eventually stopped massaging me, and got into the
tub, sitting between my legs with her back towards me. I
just naturally started to soap her breasts and tummy by
reaching around from behind, and I ran my hands all over
her smooth, slick body. I did it willingly too. I think,
at that moment, I'd have screwed a dirty old wino in the
gutter if there was no one else at hand - I was that
After we were done 'washing' each other, Becky dried me
off, and I her. Then she just dropped to her knees right
there in the bathroom and pushed her face into my pussy.
I was really embarrassed at first, but turned-on too. I
was so wet that I thought she'd be repulsed by it, but
right away I could tell she was enjoying my wetness. Her
tongue flitted over my clitoris as if a butterfly had come
to rest between my legs. I was getting this incredibly
sexy feeling, hoping that she wouldn't stop before I had
an orgasm, but at the same time afraid to have one. My
whole body and soul were concentrated on her mouth and
what it was doing to me. All I wanted to do then was to
cum in her mouth. I remember thinking this thought, and
wondering what my life would be like after this night.
I started to cum, and Becky pulled back and watched me
as I dropped to my knees. Like a bitch in heat, I crouched
down on all fours, while Becky furiously massaged my pussy
and clitoris from behind. I heard her crawling around
behind me and fumbling with something; then suddenly I
felt something slip into my pussy and my orgasm intensified
as Becky pushed this thing in and out of me.
She really knew what she was doing, because she was
hitting all the right places, keeping my orgasm going
longer, and longer.
At last I just couldn't take any more and collapsed on
the bathroom rug. Becky grasped my hips and turned me
over to face the ceiling. Then she pushed her face
between my legs again and licked me clean.
Later on she showed me the 9-inch dildo she had used on
me. It had anatomically-correct features, including
testicles, and I was amazed that she'd been able to get
the whole shaft inside me.
I took advantage of Becky's hospitality three more times
during that summer vacation, and discovered she was right.
There is nothing like having sex with another girl to make
you a better all-round lover...
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his
encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a
good job editing my little story.
Last Edit - 05/00
© August 1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker
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