This is a fiction story with some little truth in it. I hope you'll like it!
My family moved to a new town when I was almost 11. We got a nice apartment just outside town in a nice neighbourhood. But I missed all my friends from before and had a hard time making new friends to begin with. I was in fifth grade at school and my new school was very different from my old one. Most kids in my class didn't seem to even notice me. In my old class everyone got curious when we got a new student and everybody wanted to get to know her or him and make friends with them. I guess you could say we were good at making newcomers feel welcome.
But here, in my new school nobody seemed to care. So I became rather lonely.
But one day when I came home after school something happened that changed everything. Outside our house was one of our neighbours on her knees collecting groceries that were all over the ground after her plastic bag had broken. I hade been raised to help the fellow man (or woman) so I immediately offered to give her a hand. She was a pretty young woman, about 30 years old (I guessed) with long curly red hair and blue eyes.
"Thank you, she said. You're new here, aren't you?"
I nodded my head and picked up the last two items from the ground and handed them to her. She reached her hand out and smiled.
"I'm Anastasia," she said and now I noticed for the first time that she had a foreign accent. "I live in the apartment to the left from you."
I curtsied like I'd been told to do when greeting strangers and said my name.
"Oh, you're a very polite girl," she said with a smile. "Not very common these days but when I grew up in Ukraine I risked a spanking if I didn't curtsy when I met someone new. My parents were a bit strict."
I smiled at her and opened the front door for her. In the elevator she continued to talk to me, asking where I was from and how I liked it there.
"Maybe it's easier for a Swede," she said. "And maybe things have changed since I was your age and moved here at the age of ten. But for me it was very, very hard to make new friends. And still is. I had a best friend Anna when I was 14 but they moved abroad so nowadays I'm mostly alone again."
"So am I," I said. "The kids at school don't even see me but I don't know why."
"I think it's an ancient tradition in some of these small towns to be suspicious to strangers," Anastasia said. "At first I thought it was because I come from another country and couldn't speak your language but if it's the same for you it must be the same for anyone who wasn't born here in town."
The elevator stopped at the 7th floor where we both lived and I opened the door for Anastasia again. When sticking the key into the lock of her door she turned at me and smiled again.
"Hey Nellie," she said. "Maybe you and I could be friends. Why don't you bring your parents and visit me for a cup of Ukrainian tea later to let them meet me and decide if it's OK for you to come and visit me from time to time. I really would like that."
I found her very, very nice so I smiled and nodded my head.
"I'll ask them," I said.
"Please do," Anastasia said. "I'll be home all evening so just feel free to ring my doorbell anytime! And Nellie..."
"Thanks for your help!"
"Oh, that was nothing to talk about," I said. "I like helping people whenever I can."
My mother was home when I entered the door and she smiled at me when I went into the kitchen. I told her about my meeting with Anastasia and asked if we please could visit her later. She seemed to hesitate a little at first.
"I'll tell you what," she said. "Why don't you ring her bell right now and ask if she would join us for dinner at five. Your father just called and there's an emergency situation at his lab so he'll be working very late."
"Oh, thanks Mum! What are we having? I hope it's something she likes."
"Oh, nothing fancy. Just my good old chicken curry stew with rice."
I loved Mummy's chicken curry and so did some of my friends in my old home town who'd been invited to eat with us. I went to Anastasia's door and rang the bell. She opened in just a robe with a smile on her face.
"Oh, Nellie! I didn't think you'd be so quick," she said. "I was just about to take a bath..."
"My mother said to ask you to dinner at our place at five o'clock," I said. "Do you like chicken curry?"
Anastasia smiled at me.
"I love it," she said. "Thank your mother and tell her I'm very pleased to be invited and I'll be there at five."
She came and her, me and my mother, we had dinner, and they had some wine with the food. After dinner we went to Anastasia's flat for tea. I wasn't much of a tea drinker myself but this time I liked it. Her apartment was smaller than ours, only one bedroom, a living room and a kitchen. But on the other hand she didn't need more since she lived alone.
Anastasia and my mother got along very well and when we went back to our place that night I had my mother's blessing to visit her anytime I wanted to.
The next day I rang Anastasia's doorbell for the first time on my own. She had a visitor there and they were talking in Russian but the other lady soon left and we were alone. Anastasia had a cake in the oven and told me to look around while she was watching the oven so the cake wouldn't get burned. It didn't take very long since it was a small apartment and I soon went back to the kitchen.
"Who's that blond girl in all the pictures in your bedroom," I asked. "She is really pretty."
Anastasia blushed a bit and looked down, avoiding my looks.
"Oh, you might as well know the truth," she said. "Her name is Desirée and we... Well she was my girlfriend. She isn't anymore but.... It seems I have a hard time taking her pictures down. She left me. It was over for her but I have a bit of a hard time letting her go."
She said it with a very sad face and suddenly I realized that they had been lovers, not just good friends. So now it was my turn to blush.
"I guess I should've told both you and Lisa (My mother's name) that I'm a lesbian before asking if you would be allowed to visit me," Anastasia said. "Sorry!"
"No, it's OK," I said. "I don't care and I don't think Mum would either. She's pretty open minded, you know."
"So you don't hate me for loving women instead of men?"
"No, of course not! I think you are very nice and so does my mum."
Anastasia came up to me with moist eyes and put her hands on my cheeks with a smile.
"I'm glad to hear that," she said. "My own parents refuse to have anything to do with me what so ever. The woman who was here when you arrived was a friend of the family who tried to convince me I'm lucky that Desierée left me and that I should straighten up my life and find a man. If I do they'll take me back into the family."
I felt really sorry for her. Even if I was not even eleven years old I understood how she must feel being rejected by her own flesh and blood because of her sexual preferences. I also understood she needed a friend just as much as I did and I wanted nothing more than to be that friend for her.
Little did I know that I rather soon would become so much more than a friend to Anastasia. Little did I know that I soon would go from being an innocent little child to a sex maniac who'd do almost anything to get an orgasm.
During the next couple of weeks I visited Anastasia as often as I could. As soon as my homework was done and we'd had dinner I ran to her door and rang her bell. We became closer and closer and after a few weeks we were sort of like sisters. Or some kind of mother-daughter-relation without her being on my back all the time nagging about this and that.
My parents often invited her in our home and she spent many Sundays on outings with us in my father's car. We went to picnics and sightseeing in our new neighbourhood and learned more and more about it's history.
One day, about five months after me and Anastasia first met my mother wanted to talk to me.
"Nellie," she said. "Do you remember your father's aunt Elisabeth? She is very sick and has asked us to come and see her. She probably won't stay alive much longer and your dad really wants to pay her his respect while she still is alive. So we've decided to go there this weekend and see her. So I wonder if you would like to come with us? If not you can stay here. I've talked with Anastasia and she says you're welcome to stay with her if you want to. What do you say?"
"Are we going to Halmstad as well?" I asked. (Halmstad was where we used to live before and I thought I'd maybe get a chance to see my old friends.)
"No, darling! You know she lives in the country side quite a bit from there so we'll stay at his cousin Martin's house for the weekend."
I didn't like my father's cousin Martin. When I was little he never missed the chance to stick his hand up between my legs, under my dress, when nobody was looking.
"Well, then I'd rather stay here with Anastasia," I said.
"OK," my mum said. "You can sleep in your own bed and just go to her whenever you feel lonely or so. Or you can stay with her entirely. She has promised to make sure you get fed properly and she says you can sleep in her extra bed if you don't want to be alone in our apartment."
The next Friday my parents went away and I went to Anastasia's place to watch "Forrest Gump" on TV. It's my favourite movie and she liked it as well. When the film ended I switched over to another channel where they showed an old very romantic movie and we sat there wiping tears from our eyes. Anastasia put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer. I leaned my head on her shoulder and she put a blanket over the both of us. It felt so nice sitting there with her arm around me and I snuggled up closer to her. Suddenly I could feel her hand slowly sliding down from my shoulder and down over the little tiny bump that was going to be my left breast. My titties were hardly visible yet and her hand didn't squeeze or anything, it just touched me very gently. She held it still for a long time at first and I didn't protest. On the contrary I liked when she touched me. I could feel a little tingling in my tummy although I didn't have any idea what was going to happen next. But after maybe 20 minutes I felt Anastasia's soft hand starting to move. I realized she was actually caressing my breast although it wasn't even a breast yet.
My face turned a bit red. I sat still just letting it happen, didn't move or make the slightest sound. Then she took her hand away and put it under my chin instead and lifted it up so she could see my face.
"Don't be scared, sweetheart," she whispered.
"I'm not," I replied a little embarrassed.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded my head and Anastasia smiled and gently stroked my hair. She kissed my forehead and then the tip of my nose.
"Tell me to stop if I'm scaring you," she whispered while her lips slowly touched mine.
My entire body was trembling and I felt the blood pumping to my crotch making it hot and wet.
She nibbled on my lips and then she let her tongue gently part my lips. I put an arm around her neck and surrendered to her kiss. I opened my mouth and let her French kiss me. Anastasia closed her eyes as our tongues danced with each other inside my mouth. I had practised French kissing with my best friend Jenny where I lived before but it was much more arousing to be kissed by a grown woman.
"Oh, little girl, she whispered. My sweet, sweet little baby girl! I can't stop myself. I want you! Oh, my God how I want you!"
To tell you the truth I wasn't completely sure what she meant when she said she wanted me. But I had a feeling it had something to do with her touching and kissing me. She kissed me again and her tongue was deep inside my mouth.
"Nellie, baby," she whispered. "I want you to sleep with me tonight. In my bed! Please Nellie, say yes!"
My body was trembling and the tingling in my pussy got worse and worse. I wasn't used to any of this. I was a virgin in every sense of the word, hadn't even played sex games with my friends. Except for when Jenny taught me about French kissing. I had a hunch what Anastasia wanted from me but I couldn't fully understand. Suddenly she pushed me over on my back on the couch and lay down on top of me. She kissed me again and I felt her hands finding their way inside my shirt, pulling it up and revealing my almost flat chest.
The next thing I knew I had Anastasia's lips on my right nipple and she sucked it so nicely I couldn't help giving out a little moan. She did the same thing to the left one and at the same time her hand wandered down my tummy and she very easily opened my jeans and put her hand inside. I opened my mouth to protest but she silenced me with a long hot kiss while her hand slid down into my panties.
"I want your sweet little girl cunt," Anastasia panted. "I want to fuck you with hands and mouth all night long. Please say you'll let me, darling! I want you so bad!"
"Yes...," I heard myself whisper.
Anastasia's hand gently opened my pussy and I felt a little ashamed knowing she would feel how wet I was. I didn't know that was perfectly normal. I thought I was the only one in the world who got wet there.
"Oh baby! So wonderfully wet," she moaned into my half open mouth. "You're soaking just like me. Please, Nellie, let me show you how much fun two girls can have."
Again I was surprised to hear the words that came from my mouth not even fully understanding their true meaning.
"Yes, Anastasia! Do it to me! Make love to me! Fuck me!"
Just minutes later I was naked and so was she. I wasn't afraid but a little insecure since I was so unexperienced. I didn't know what to expect from her or what to do myself. Until then I was untouched. My puffy, hairless pussy lips had never been parted by anything else than the saddle on my old bicycle and, to be honest, sometimes by my own little fingers. But now Anastasia's soft hand was rubbing, squeezing, caressing my little girl cunt and I loved it.
I felt as if my crotch was the world in that moment. Nothing else mattered to me than the nice tickles she gave my pussy.
Anastasia took off her own clothes, item by item, as she kissed her way down my body. She was really beautiful with full breasts, thin waist and nicely trimmed pubic hair. Nothing like for instance my mother who had several extra pounds of fat on her and a wild grown bush between her leg.
Anastasia kissed my belly button and looked up om my face with a smile. She didn't say anything as I thought she would but her eyes told me she was going further down on me and I hissed from expectation.
She gently spread my legs open and I closed my eyes when she kissed my inner thigh. Then I felt her warm breath on my naked pussy. It came closer and suddenly her mouth was over my hairless little child cunt. The next thing I knew her tongue took a long lick in my wet slit and circled around my erect little clit. A finger was slowly penetrating my tight opening and I felt it going inside me. Slowly and carefully while she sucked my clit and pussy lips.
I was panting from excitement and moving my pelvis rhythmically towards Anastasia's face. I was about to climax and Anastasia understood that.
"Yes baby," she moaned. "Cum for me! Cum for Anastasia!"
I'd had orgasms before, by my own fingers and sometimes from humping the nose of my old teddy bear Willie. But Anastasia's lips and tongue made it so much better than Willie or my own fingers could do.
Anastasia crawled up to kiss my mouth after she'd made me cum. This kiss tasted differently and I realized that what I felt was the taste of my own pussy.
"You taste like honey, darling," she whispered. "Thank you for letting me taste your sweet cunt. You're so sexy! So sexy!"
"No," I protested. "I'm almost totally flat and I don't even have the tiniest straw of hair. I look like a little kid!"
"That's just what's so sexy about you. I love flat chests and hairless pussies. And like I said... You taste like honey! Can I do it again? Please!"
She didn't need an answer, she just moved down to my crotch again kissing my groin and thighs and then her mouth was on my pussy lips again. A finger came inside my tight little child cunt and another one in my butt and she gently finger fucked me while sucking my pink little clit until I exploded once again.
I was almost exhausted afterwards but Anastasia had no intention of letting me off the hook yet. Still on my back on her couch I saw her getting up. She smiled as she straddled my face.
"Now, little one, it's Anastasia's turn," she said lowering her pussy on my face.
I didn't have much choice but starting to eat her out. I tried to do as she had done with me and soon I learned from her reactions what she liked. She also gave me little instructions as "Harder, please!", "Deeper!" or "Use your fingers too!". Her cunt was soaking and my face soon was just as wet as her pussy. Anastasia was completely wild and she fucked my face so I sometimes couldn't even breathe because both my mouth and nose were covered by her juicy pussy.
She gave out a scream when she had her orgasm and I felt so proud that I'd succeeded to make her cum although I'd never done any of this before.
Anastasia fell down beside me and again took me in her arms. We kissed for a long time and then she looked deeply into my eyes and smiled.
"Oh, Nel'," she whispered. I think I'm falling in love with you! I wish you would be my girlfriend.
I giggled at first. The thought of being anybody's girlfriend hadn't crossed my mind yet and definitely not a woman's girlfriend.
To me it was sort of a funny game at first but I really became Anastasia's girlfriend. And after a couple of weeks I was just as much in love with her as she was with me. She bought me presents and flowers and courted me just as if we were any young couple. The pictures of her former girlfriend were taken down and thrown away. In the summer when I was 12 she took me on a boat trip to Finland and we made crazy love in our cabin. On the way back after we'd had dinner and came back to the cabin she fell down on her knees before me.
"Nellie, my love," she said. "I love you so much. Will you marry me? I want you to be my wife!"
I laughed and shook my head.
"I'm only 12, silly," I said. "You can't get married before you're 18 at least."
"I know, baby! But I'll wait. I'll be glad to wait if I know that you'll be all mine when you're of age to marry me! I love you so much that it hurts inside me. Please darling, say yes!"
I bent down and kissed her forehead.
"Yes, Ana! I love you too and I want nothing else than being with you every day for the rest of my life. I'm yours and yours only!"
We kept cuddling and talking until we fell asleep and I slept naked in Anastasia's arms all night.
Shortly after our little trip my parents got divorced and my father moved away. Now it was just me and Mum.
When I turned 15 I finally got the courage to tell my mother about me and Anastasia. I was afraid she would be mad at me or at Anastasia for seducing her young daughter but she smiled and took me in her arms and gave me a hug.
"I was a little concerned at first, you being just a child of 11," she said. "But I saw the way she looked at you and felt secure she would never harm you."
I was totally surprised. I looked at my mother and almost couldn't believe what I heard.
"So... you knew? All the time?" I said.
"Of course I did! Mothers know everything," she said with a smile.
"And you don't mind?"
"No, not at all! I'm happy for you. Let me tell you something... When I was about your age I also fell in love. With an older boy. He was 17 and loved me as much as I loved him. But he didn't want his friends to know about us, since I was so young. So we never went out or anything."
I almost bit my tongue off when the words slipped out of my mouth but Mum just smiled.
"Have sex? Yes, we did. He took my virginity and he was ever so gentle with me. Always making sure I enjoyed it."
"What happened then? When did it end?"
"A few years back," she said with a smile. It's your dad I'm talking about.
I felt so happy I had told her. Now I could be with Anastasia as much as I wanted without having to explain anything. Anastasia was happy too when I told her that night and we talked about our future life together.
But harder times were waiting just around the corner.
Just before my 16th birthday Anastasia went away on a business trip to USA. She was away for a little over 3 weeks and came back just in time for my birthday. I could hardly wait to get in bed with her but then she once more knelt down before me.
"Darling," she said. "I know I've already proposed to you and you've promised to marry me. So I think it's time we were engaged properly."
From nowhere she suddenly had a little box in her hand. She opened it and showed me two rings of gold. I cried from happiness and let Anastasia put the ring on my finger. She knew our hands were very similar in size so once she knew the ring would fit on her she also knew it would fit on me.
She got up on her feet and we kissed. I unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra to get access to her wonderful big breasts. I kissed them both and told them I had missed them. I took them in my hands and held them but then I felt something that hadn't been there before.
"Ana," I said with a concerned face. "There's a little lump in your left tittie. It wasn't there when you left."
"Yeah, I felt it a couple of days ago in the shower," she said. "But it's probably nothing!"
"Let's hope so," I said letting my excitement take over instead. I wanted her so bad.
And we made love for hours but every time I felt that little lump I also felt a sting of worry in my mind and I just couldn't let it go. So when we finally rested in each other's arms ready to go to sleep I made her promise to see a doctor and get it checked.
Three weeks later when I came home after school I found Anastasia sitting at her kitchen table crying. I took her in my arms and asked what had happened.
"They're going to take away my titties," she said. "Both of them. The lump was a tumor. A mean little devil! And it has lots of kids who live in both my breasts."
I was devastated. Was she going to die? Was I about to lose the love of my life? She cried her eyes out and I cried as well.
"And even though they take my breasts they can't promise I'll live," she sobbed.
"You're NOT going to die," I said determinedly. "I won't let you! Just so you know. I love you way too much to let you go! And I'll love you just as much without your tits."
We cried and hugged and I tried the best I could to comfort her and at last we fell asleep.
Some weeks later she was operated and the doctor said the operation had been successful. They'd managed to remove all of the tumors but she still had to go through chemotherapy.
Anastasia was very weak the next few months and all of her lovely hair fell off. My mother and I talked to her doctor and he was worried about her.
"It's just as if she has stopped fighting it," he said. "As if she'd given up! She has every chance of recovering but she has to fight it. She must WANT to get well."
I thought a lot about what I could do to give her some fighting spirit and when I woke up the next morning I knew what to do. In the bathroom I cut my hair off and then shaved my head totally clean. My armpits and pussy were already shaved so except my eyelashes and eyebrows I now was completely bald all over. I put a kerchief on my head and went to the hospital.
Anastasia looked at me with surprise when I entered her room. I smiled at her when I took the kerchief off. Anastasia screamed when she saw my bald head.
"Oh my God, what've you done?" she screamed. "Your beautiful hair. Why darling?"
I smiled and leaned over her and gave her a kiss.
"I just wanted to be as pretty as you are, my darling," I said.
Anastasia started to cry but she wasn't sad. She cried from happiness and she has told me afterwards that this was all she needed to get the strength to keep fighting her cancer. Me showing her how much I really loved her.
She recovered although it took a long time and she came home. She was a little shy at first, didn't want me to see her naked but I managed to persuade her to let me undress her. I kissed her scars and her flat chest and spent the rest of the night convincing her I loved her just as much as ever before.
We got married on my 18th birthday and four years later we adopted a little girl from Vietnam. Little Alice is almost five now and soon she is going to be a big sister. Her birth mother is pregnant again and won't be able to take care of that child either. She has received reports over the years how Alice is doing and she seems to be satisfied with the way we care for Alice. So we were asked if we were interested to adopt that child as well and we've accepted.
Hopefully we'll be going to Vietnam in a couple of months to get our new baby. We already know it's a girl this time too!
Anastasia also has showed me the beauty of making love to Alice and we all are anxious to school in a new little baby girl eventually.
But that's another story.
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