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Authors name: Abby Mac (abby.mac@ntlworld.com)
Story title : Email to Val
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Email to Val (FFf, nc, ped, 1st)
by Abby Mac (abby.mac@ntlworld.com)
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A young nurse in England writes to her American female
friend, of her first sexual experience.
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Val I've got to apologise for making you wait so long.
Things have been so busy at the hosp, I've got to my room
feeling terribly tired. Before writing this to you I
popped into 'our' chat room to relax (would you believe).
Val take that grin off your face. I did! TO RELAX. Anyway
no-one nice was there.
Your email about your 'first time' was just so
delightful. You painted the pictures beautifully for me.
I was there with you in my mind. I found it incredibly
erotic, that your cousin came to you in your bed and was
whispering to you. "Don't worry. Shhhhh. Let it happen.
It's alright," it was so real and TRUE. I could really
picture it happening to you.
I read it in bed, (my flatmate was on duty - we work a
lot of different shifts) and it got difficult to read my
hand was trembling so much. My other one was between my
legs, diddling away. I actually got my juices on the bed
sheet you made me so excited. When I came, god it was
like Endeavour blasting off. (Did I tell you that my cums
are very explosive?) I felt as though I could wave to the
ground and say "cum in Houston. I got no problem" hee hee
hee
Before I start, do you still see your cousin? Is she
still bi ? Has she had you again since that time?
You have set me a hard task to follow, your experience
was so good and so well told to me. I only hope that mine
will be as good for you.
My daddy was in the military and spent a lot of time
abroad so when I was 13 I went to a private school as a
boarder. It was an old country house. The ivy on the wall
type. I don't mean it was "exclusive" like the rich girls
go to. But very nice. Big grounds. On two sides of the
boundary of the school were quite thick woodlands.
Anyway I got a crush (do American girls get a 'crush' we
also called it a 'pash' for passionate) feeling for one
of the 17 year old girls in her final year. She was
French. She wore discreet perfume. She seemed so exotic
and beautiful. Slightly dusky skin, not like my pale
white, and short hair, naturally curly to her shoulders.
She was beautiful. Even now with no 'pash' left, she had
EVERYTHING going for her. Dark nearly black hair and soft
brown eyes; I just fell in love with her.
Again looking back I'm surprised nobody said anything to
me. The teachers you know. I just blushed and stuttered
when I was around her. I suppose in a cloistered
situation, teachers knew that emotions would be stirred
up. All those adolescent hormones twanging away!! I bet
they had a few smiles.
Even though daddy was in the military, funnily enough I
never 'cottoned on' to doing things with boys (or girls -
unthinkable). I was a really naive girl. Very slow to
learn in those matters. I think not interested.
At my school, the girls would get in little groups.
Someone would say something obliquely referring to sexy
things and the whole lot would double up in little
shrieks and giggles. (I still giggle a lot today !) All
except me. Then I would ask one of them to explain and
they would say something like, "You know Kay. Putting it
in you," or "You know Kay, how a boy sticks out in
front." And I would say, "Oh yes," and giggle with them.
But I wouldn't really understand. I didn't really know
what I was giggling at. My mum had of course told me the
'facts of life' but although I knew the technicalities of
boys and girls I didn't know about the emotions and the
feverishness of it all.
During the final term that Martine (the French girl) was
there we had a House competition. Each House had to solve
puzzles, and to find things in the grounds and got points
when they were correct. The girls were in pairs to find
the clues, then to solve them. (Good initiative and team
training, hey!!) I couldn't believe it when I was teamed
with Martine.
But first, just a few girls were chosen to hide the
clues. (Sorry if you are finding this tedious, Val. Bad
way to start perhaps.) Martine was the one chosen for our
House and I of course tagged along as her lapdog. Only
one pair was out hiding clues for however long it took,
so the other House pairs couldn't be aware of where we
were putting things.
Not much longer Val darling. Sorry, I should have missed
out all the bull. I think you say 'cut to the chase'?
We got in the woods with our satchels full of clues, and
Martine seemed to be in a rush to get things in place.
When we had done she suggested we sat in a little glade
in the trees we had come to. Out of her satchel she
pulled a bath towel and suggested we sit and rest. She
was talking softly to me, and saying things like 'you
have been so sweet to help me' and "I could kiss you for
it" and other nice complimentary remarks to a girl
already head over heels for her. Imagine how I felt. Her
being sooo sweet to me. She put her arm around me and
gave me a hug, and I shall never forget her bending her
head to my ear. I could feel her warm breath on me as
said "would you like me to give you a kiss little Kay?"
Her breath was tickling my ear. Shivers were running up
and down my spine. When she kissed my cheek and the
corner of my eye I really began to tremble. She must have
felt me trembling because she said, "Are you alright Kay.
Kay can I kiss you? May I please?" I couldn't speak. I
just looked into her brown eyes and nodded. She kissed me
so softly. It was ever so gentle. She took her lips away
and I wanted her to do that again. I'd got my eyes closed
and I felt her pulling on my shoulders. Pulling me flat
to the ground.
My mouth was so dry. My tongue seemed stuck to the roof
of my mouth and I wanted to keep licking my lips because
they felt so dry. Then she was kissing me again. My lips,
my cheeks, my eyes. Then her fingers were gently brushing
on my neck, just at the side.
I wasn't shivering now, I was shaking. I felt her light
touch as she stroked down my neck and then started to
trace the edge of my bra through my school blouse. Her
fingers were tugging at my buttons and I knew she was
pulling it apart. Her hand on my naked tummy. It wasn't
like a touch. It was much lighter. It was as though a
tiny breeze was caressing me. "Take this off for me my
little Kay" and she was slipping my blouse over my
shoulders. She held me sitting forward while she
unclipped my bra. The coolness of the air, oh god Val, it
was unbelievable how good it felt.
She lay me down again, and again there was that feeling,
that almost impossible to feel feeling. My breasts were
quite small, but they were there. Now they seemed to be
swelling. And Val she was touching them. She grazed her
nails over them and over my nipples. Then she bent and
kissed them. Ohhhhhhh Val I didn't know feelings like
that were possible.
It was only when her hand dropped to the hem of my school
skirt that I realised what was happening between my legs.
Both of my breasts felt ready to burst and just the tips
felt almost painful. But now I knew she was going up my
dress. Not pulling it back, just slipping under and up.
When she got to my knees she tugged and my legs just
parted as though they were disjointed. I remember that
she pulled a knee up and then to one side, and I just
flopped straight open.
When she riffled her fingers along my panties I know I
yelled out. I don't know how loud, but I couldn't stop
the noise. I know she bent her mouth to my ear
and said "SSShhhhh my little Kay. It is all right. I
shall not hurt you. It will be so nice for you. And I
shall love you." Well she had said "love me", I would do
ANYTHING for her love.
She kissed me on the lips again. Little kisses, but
continuously. Perhaps to keep me quiet I don't know. And
all the time just her nails were grazing up and down my
slit. Just like you darling Val, I thought I was wetting
myself. There was all this wetness down towards my anus.
Her fingertips were finding their way under the edge of
my panties and I felt her tugging at the gusset to give
herself more room. There was coolness as the heat from my
sex was released, and that cool air was again intensely
erotic. As though a breeze was touching me.
The backs of her fingers now were brushing up and down my
slit. I was making continuous noises now. A sort of high-
pitched nnngghh repeated and repeated.
My panties were coming down. I knew she was stripping me
of my panties and I was lifting my hips so that she
wouldn't stop - to help her get them off.
And I lay there before her. Half beneath her. Naked above
the waist and with my dress round my middle. Panties
thrown to one side.
And her fingers. Oh god her fingers were parting my lower
lips. For the first time I felt as though there was
something solid low down in my tummy. It felt heavy
there. She was sliding her fingers up and down my slit
and it felt as though her fingers were coated with the
thinnest of creams. Only after did I know it was my
cream.
One of her fingers was teasing round my girly hole and I
felt it pushing for entrance. Then my god it was in.
Woweeee for the first time something was moving up and
down in my pussy hole.
She moved her mouth from my lips to my nipple and nuzzled
on it. My whole body was burning. Every nerve seemed to
have grown out of my body and wanted to be touched,
nothing could be better or more satisfying. But I was
wrong. Her thumb brushed on something I didn't know I
had. She was rubbing softly on a lump that had come from
nowhere. And I screamed. I know I screamed. And the lump
in my tummy seemed to expand and blow up and I was
shaking my hips onto her fingers and I was crying and
throbbing and she was saying "Kay my darling. My lovely
Kay. Come for me Kay. Kay my angel my sweet..."
Then she held me. Held me tight. And a sort of tide
washed back. My tummy and pussy were pulsing and
throbbing. I felt her arms relax and I said, "Hold me
Martine. Please hold me. Please." And she did. And I
calmed. And she let me lie until I felt peace again. And
another first, an unforgettable first, was to feel the
intense tingling recede, and the little butterflies came
and fluttered in my tummy, between my legs.
She didn't do anything else. She didn't ask me to do
anything to her. I never knew her body. But Val, I'm sure
she did love me for a little that afternoon.
We never did it again. A few weeks later, at end of term,
she returned to France. And it broke my heart.
Talking to you like this, I've relived that afternoon.
And I feel a little sad now. Like "the little death" you
know. After that intense emotion, the little death.
She was my first love. I wonder where she is and what she
is doing now. And if she ever thinks of me.
This wasn't merely a girlish diddle (or a jill as you say
in America) it was a bloody great door opening for me.
And if I started late, it was a wonderful start
Hey, cheer up Kay. I must pull myself together.
Val I will tell you about a few other diddles I have had
in another email.
Now cumm on its your turn my lovely long haired beautiful
Val who is going to send me a sexy photo that will cream
me.
If tonight you feel fingers in your sweet place, darling,
then tonight they are mine. Doesn't MATTER who is with
you. Boy or girl those fingers are mine.
With my deepest love
Your English friend Kay x x x x x
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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