Well, this is my first story. This is only here due to the help and support of my non biological mother. You guys know her as jeneee. She helped me edit this story, and belive me, it is wayyyyy better for it. So go read her stories. What are youu waiting for?!? Oh wait, before you go read her stories, read this one first. ;)
Hello Mr. Journal.
I'm thirteen years old (and a girl obviously). My name is horribly long (and stupid), so I go by Cat. This is my first diary, and a friend of mine told me it would help me out when I'm stressed, soooooo... Entry number one - Anyways, since you've never seen me, Mr. Journal, here's me:
I am 5'3" and I have long purple hair (a dye job my parents hate), barely any chest (but hopefully getting bigger soon), an athletic frame (I do a lot of gymnastics and swimming, and some other sports, too) and a small pussy giggle - (with a tiny button on it - like, my clit I mean, as if you didn't know) and a fairly muscular ass which I have to tell you looks great in tight shorts.
So, umm...what else to tell you? Oh, I'm white (Scottish, Welsh and Irish combined weird, I know) and I have light green eyes - like a new leaf on a tree.
My parents are Baptists (yes the stereotype) and horrible, but I found a release of my own to help me escape. But I'll talk about that later. First, I wanted to tell you about something that happened to me last week.
Karen was bragging at my sleepover (that I was throwing after bugging my parents so much that they finally gave in) about having kissed every boy in school.
Now, by this time I was very lesbian, and very, very smart, and good at getting what I wanted. So I sneered a bit and pouted my lips and said, "Yeah, as if. You're too fucking scared to make out with your pillow!" Did I mention I have an attitude? Well, I do.
So as planned she got all, like, defensive and said, "Shut up! You haven't kissed anyone either!"
So I said, "Oh yeah?"
And she said, "Yeah!" Very pompously and arrogantly, I might add.
Oh, I forgot to tell you - Karen is white, too with blond hair with green highlights. She's fourteen years old and has been my best friend since Kindergarten. She has blue eyes and a nice ass, but nothing to double-take at, like mine is. Whereas I have freaking huge nipples, hers are closer to pebbles - but she's way ahead of me in the breast size race.
But, whatever. Oh and she's an inch taller than me.
So I leaned within a hair's distance of her, took hold of her hand and whispered, "Promise you will never tell what I'm about to do to anyone. OK?"
She just nodded...and I said, "OK...close your eyes..."
She closed them and squeezed my hand tighter. And...I farted. And it smelt like fucking hell.
She was so mad at me, and I was just laughing.
She yelled, "That's not funny! I thought you were gonna...never mind..."
See, I did that to gauge the possibility of anything happening. Smart cookie, Cat, I thought, patting myself on the back.
So I was like, "What did you think was gonna happen?"
And she just said, "Shut up, and leave me alone."
So I said, "Why are you mad?"
She replied, "Don't worry about it."
So I pretended to look hurt and went to the bathroom. I locked the door, turned on the shower, and started making sobbing noises, loud enough to be heard over the sound of the water. Just so she could hear.
I'd brought my iPod touch with me and I continued with the sobbing noises as I was playing it, because I was bored. But after about five minutes of non-stop pretend crying, she finally knocked on the door and then I got an idea and took off my clothes.
I said, "Yes?" working a little cry into my voice - that deeper voice that you get after you cry, you know?
She asked me if I was OK and I replied, "Why do you care? You said to leave you alone, so I did. Why are you being a jerk?"
She said, "I'm sorry, can I come in?" so I walked over and unlocked the door, opening it with my hands on my hips, showing off my body as much as possible but making it seem casual - but I could see she was stunned by my nakedness, and it was a second before she could even respond. Or take her eyes off of my kitty, I noticed.
"What " I said, without finishing.
Literally licking her lips she said, "I'm so sorry Cat...I was just..."
Me: "Just what!" (Another statement, not a question.)
Karen: "Expecting something different, OK?"
And I turned around with a flip of my hair, and bent over in front of her to pick up my clothes (giving her a good view, I hoped) and threw them in the hamper. Then I got into the shower and started soaping my body.
When I turned around, she was still there looking - and I knew I had her hooked. I'm such a sneak!
I said, "Are you still here?" *glare*
She replied with a stammer, "Oh, I'm sorry," and she turned around to leave.
Karen turned back to me again, a hopeful look on her face.
Me: "You can sit if you want..." and I gestured to the toilet (from which she'd have a perfect view of the open shower).
I bent over again and switched the shower water flow to the bath tap and sat down while the tub filled, swirling the water around with my foot.
She sat on the toilet and looked down at the floor. I should tell you that the week before I had already had a lover called April - who was my babysitter - so I had already had some experience with girls, in case you were wondering. So that's why I'd turned into such a 'seductress' - as April called me. I was the instigator with her, too.
So, umm, where was I?
Oh, yes. So at that point I was done playing. It was time for business.
I said, "Karen...do ya wanna wash my hair?"
She looked up at me as I stood up and turned my back, glancing over my shoulder at her, holding the Head & Shoulders.
"Sure," she replied and took the soap container and started running her fingers through my hair to detangle it. But she kept pulling my hair because she was shaking with nervousness, and just a smidge of lust, as I found out later.
Did I mention how much hair I have on my head? Down to my upper thighs. April calls me Rapunzel.
So I just leaned back and began to enjoy the attention Karen was starting to give me.
She soon got really into it, and she got pretty good, too, even massaging my scalp. This was just a plus for the night (if all was to go as I'd planned).
So the next stage was good to go.
Karen: "Hmmm?" (By that time she was so absorbed in her work I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.)
Me: "Are you a yuri?" (We'd watched a lot of Anime, and that is a word we'd picked up for lesbian. It's Japanese I think, but all those languages sound alike to me anyways.)
Karen: " "
Now here's the part where things really got a little heated, (although, people shouldn't be reading my journal anyways, so who fucking cares). And like the sneak I am, I started to laugh, letting my small breasts jiggle as my chest rose and fell, and I knew I had her hooked by then.
She laughed nervously and just continued cleaning my hair.
Now I had gotten the bar of soap. Instead of using a washcloth, I just soaped up my hands and started 'cleaning' my neck and chest. Then I got an inspiration. I sat up higher and crossed my legs Indian style, so my thighs were wide open. I knew she saw me spread because her shaking increased and her breathing got heavier.
Now I started cleaning my boobs. Nothing too obvious - just a quick pass over them. Did I mention I used cool water? So I was covered in goose bumps and my nipples had extended to about a quarter of an inch.
Now, honestly, I just knew Karen wasn't sexually active. I doubted she'd even masturbated before. So that's one of the reasons I was so interested (other than the fact that she was my best friend and very hot.)
But here's the best part. She pulled off the shower head and started to rinse my hair. Then she went the extra mile and rinsed off the rest of me.
"Thanks," I said.
"No prob." That's Karen.
I stood up and got out of the shower and I 'accidentally' slipped and ended up on top of her. My nude body on top of her own clothed one, our breasts pressed together, and somehow, her leg ended up 'accidentally' bent at the knee and in between my legs.
Neither of us seemed particularly inclined to move, and she was stuck staring into my eyes.
I was a spider, my web cast out in all directions. Karen was just caught in my web. As soon as she looked into my eyes she lost all control - she was under my spell. I was like a vampire. Except instead of blood, there was another bodily fluid I wanted.
I went to get up but I found her hands on my hips, soft but firm, if that makes any sense to you. So I was just content to lay there as I counted to sixty in my head, putting the word 'alligator' between each number so each was closer to a real second. Then I pushed up with more force, and the spell was broken, and she fully realized what she was feeling.
"Sorry. Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yeah...I'm...fine." That was Karen.
I said, "Good, I'm glad. Want a pizza before the horror movie marathon?"
Karen: "Only if you don't get anchovies."
Ugh! For the record anchovies are delicious on pizza. A pizza without anchovies is like a day without sunshine.
So we finally decided on pepperoni pizza for two, and we turned on the TV. We ended up under the same blanket, and we were huddled close together (it was a cold night, around 40°F). We got through the first movie - an hour and a half of pure terror - and like the sneak I am, every time something jumped on the screen I would cower in between or against her B-cup breasts.
We decided to turn it off after the first one, and we were scared to go anywhere alone at that point. So we ended up going to the bathroom together again - and I needed to pee.
I pull down my pyjama pants and my panties, sat on the toilet and start peeing. She went to leave, but I stopped her.
"Don't leave me!" I exclaimed. Did I mention I don't get scared from movies? Well, I don't. I'm the only girl I know who doesn't get scared in haunted houses.
So Karen said, "OK..."
And she just sat there watching me pee.
When I was done I wiped and flushed, then got up to leave. But she surprised me and said, "Wait, I need to go." And then it was her turn to pull down her pyjama pants and panties, and with no inhibitions she sat down on the toilet and let loose. Loudly!
By then I was really turned on.
After she was finished we got ready for bed, and since we were to share the same bed - and it's a twin - it worked out fine for me. We had to snuggle closely together.
After we'd quietly lain for about thirty minutes in the dark I could tell she still wasn't asleep because she wasn't snoring. Well, I was pretty sure, anyway.
"Cat?" that was Karen. See? I knew.
"What if what?"
Karen: "What if I liked girls?"
And that was what I was trying to get out of her all night. April had told me that if you tell someone they like girls, they reason that they don't, and only liked them because you say they did and then lose interest in girls all together. Does that make any sense?
So I had been trying to get her to admit it herself. Go me grin.
So I played it cool and propped myself up on my elbow. It was almost sad to see her staring at the ceiling as if she'd told me she was dying or something.
"I should tell you a secret then," I said.
"I like girls."
I scooted even closer to her and grabbed her hand and then ran the bases of a nervous little girl. (Even though I'm so experienced already, obviously. Wink.)
I slowly leaned in to kiss her. And when our lips finally met I lost all control and no more words were exchanged. She tried to say stuff to me, granted, but I just kept on going.
The kiss started slowly - just lips pressing - but I was losing patience. Can you blame me? I'd been waiting all night, after all. So I started to part her lips with my tongue so my mouth could explore hers. Her saliva tasted like lust. It's the only way I could describe it. And she finally got more daring, and before long she began returning the kiss.
However, after a bit more of this long awaited intimacy I decided it was time to break and let her mull over her feelings...although, stopping myself wasn't easy. My libido was an object in motion floating in space, and my need to continue (along with the voice of reason and feelings for my friend) was the opposing force.
As I broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva trailed between our lips. I stared into her blue eyes, putting on my best 'I'm so confused about my feelings' face. As I waited for what seemed like hours for her to speak - it must have been close to, like, five minutes - the whole time I continued to look into her eyes, holding the same expression. Finally she managed, "Wow...that's what I was expecting earlier..."
Me: *grin* "Really? I couldn't tell at all." Dead serious. "I thought you didn't like me at all not like that anyways."
Karen: "But I do! Really! For like a year now."
Now it was my turn to be surprised. And all along I thought I was the one who was the first to realize I was a lesbian. I hadn't expected this from her. I probably could have bent her over tonight a while ago without all this intricate planning. Ugh! Oh well.
Me: "So what does that mean?"
Karen: "I don't know...you can kiss me again?"
I was gonna get to her cunt if it killed me. I know it seems shallow and all, but I didn't put in all this work just to make out all night.
I leaned forward and put my lips on hers, and this time I could feel her tongue slipping eagerly into my mouth. What else could I do but push against hers with mine? My kitty was 'itching.' I started to squeeze my thighs together to try and ease the sexual tension. It helped, but not by much.
By now she was getting heated, so I reached out with my right hand (I was laying on my left side so my left arm was pinned) and started rubbing her back, slipping under the back of her pyjama top. Then, as I was rewarded with more furious kissing, our teeth mashing every so often (yes, it hurt, but only enough to slow me down for a second), I slid my hand down and started rubbing her ass with a loving caress under her pyjama bottoms.
When I slid my fingers in between her cheeks I brushed against her asshole and heard a swift intake of breath. I filed that information for later. When I followed the curve down to in between her legs she suddenly grabbed my wrist with the hand she had draped over my waist, and broke the kiss.
Only one thing crossed my mind at that point - GOD DAMN IT!
Then - What if I went too far and ruined it...?
Let me give you a quick perspective on the time we had spent so far. All that had happened in about five minutes.
I was breathless, and I spoke in between puffs of air. "Are... You... Ok?"
She looked into my eyes.
"What were you doing?" That was Karen - at a lack for air as much as I was. But she said it in one quick burst.
"I...don't know... What felt right..." Now I had caught my breath and sensed the itching in between my legs again.
Me: "Did I go too far? I'm sorry."
Karen: "No... It was nice... I just.... Never had someone touch me anywhere around there before..."
"So, do you wanna keep going?" I asked hopefully, propping myself up on my elbow. Then I realized she still had my wrist in a death grip. It hurt, but it was sexy as hell. Then she noticed what I noticed, and let go.
"Sure," Karen said with a smile.
This time I was gonna try domming her, to see if she liked it. I pushed her onto her back and held her wrists down, grinning. She just looked resigned and content.
A born sub, I thought to myself.
Then I slipped my knee in between her thighs, keeping it pushed tightly up against her pussy. She gasped, and struggled (for the show of it as she told me later) and then I kissed her. And any and all resistance truly melted away this time. I slipped down and gave her neck tiny little kisses, and then held both her wrists with one of mine, I nearly tore open her buttoned-up pyjama top. When it was open, it exposed her growing breasts and small nipples.
For the record, we heard a long time ago that if you don't wear a bra to bed when you go to sleep your boobs will get bigger. I didn't believe it, so I always wore a bra. But Karen never did. I'm sure it's just a coincidence that her breasts are so big. Whatever.
I slid down more, finally releasing her wrists so I could play with both her boobs at the same time.
I've always had a fascination for breasts. I don't know why.
I kissed one while I kneaded the other, tweaking the nipple, massaging the breast, all in all driving her crazy. Then I needed to brand her. (Something I did with April too.) I started sucking hard on her left breast, and left a hell of a hickey. The bruise was still there a week later, barely faded at all. I found out the pain had turned her on even more, but only because she has sensitive breasts. She doesn't like much pain anywhere else.
Then I went lower, kissing her stomach, her belly button, then the top of her pubic mound.
I grabbed the waist of her pants and tugged them down forcefully. By then I was past the point of foreplay, so I went straight to the treasure.
She was so wet that I could see the outline of everything in her tight panties. Then I grabbed the panties in the front by the waistband and literally ripped them off.
Karen: "Cat!?! What did u-ahhhh oh my god, yes!"
I'd gotten her to use god's name in vain by licking her clit as she was talking, then sucking on it. She smelled like strawberries, tasted like pure sugar. She lost control fairly quickly, tossing and turning and loudly moaning. I had to stop briefly to put a pillow over her head so she wouldn't wake my parents. They slept on the other side of the house, but still - Karen was loud!
"Cat... Oh yes, Cat... What are you d-d-doing? I'm gonna e-e-explode!"
Then with a pillow-muffled moan of pleasure she had an orgasm, and I stuck my tongue inside her tight cunt so I could feel her contractions. And drink her natural fluids. Pity she didn't squirt. That would have tasted so good. Not that she didn't taste yummy, anyway.
Then she shuddered and madly convulsed as she went through another orgasm, this time hard enough to make her pass out.
I wasn't sure how fast she would recover, so I just took the liberty to take off my pants and panties and started grinding my pussy against her face. Just before I came I felt a tongue inside me, and that brought me over the top. She grabbed my ass cheeks, digging her long nails into me, and I just ground faster. Then - darkness. I woke up about three and a half minutes later, a huge wet spot marking the bed, and a sweaty fourteen year old next to me.
Karen said, "Wow... That's was... Wow..."
I just smiled.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
I got up and went to my laptop, bringing up my favorite website, Leslita. (I really learned how to do it from April, but she didn't need to know that.)
We spent an hour or two reading, and I mostly just watched her expressions. Her favorites were the fantasy and sci fi stories.
Then she said something that surprised me.
"Hmm?" I was lying down and about to fall asleep.
"I love you..." Then she started stroking my long hair.
"I love you too, Karen. You're the best!"
"Well...Cat?" Karen again, about five minutes later.
I didn't mean to be touchy, but I was tired. Although I understand her emotions.
"Do you wanna be... Ummm...my...girlfriend?"
That shook me, and I finally realized what she must have been feeling. I said - and did - nearly the exact same thing with April.
I had been sitting there next to her while she was sleeping, and wondering if I was worth anything to her now that I had finally had sex with her - even though I had been the instigator. So I woke her up, scared, and asked the same question. And I was relieved when she said...
"Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."
Back from my flashback and here with Karen I said the same thing to her as April had said to me. And Karen positively glowed.
"Now, go...to...sleep." And I wrapped my arms around her and we snuggled. And we didn't wake up till 11:30 the next morning. My mom was downstairs, calling us and making a late breakfast.
Me: "Morning mom."
Mom: "Morning dear."
Karen: "Morning Mrs. Terran."
"Karen, I told you to call me Mom. Cat calls your mother 'Mom'." Mom is so stuck up sometimes. And odd.
"Ha hah. I keep forgetting, 'Mom'."
"Now, who wants pancakes?"
Both of us raised our hands and ate until we couldn't eat anymore.
Mid way through, while she was cleaning the pans, she asked, "Did you girls sleep well?" Karen and I exchanged knowing glances and called out at the same time, "Yes! Yes!"
Well, goodnight Mr Journal. Till tomorrow night grin.
P.S. Now I have two girlfriends!
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