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Authors name: Rachael Ross (rache18us@yahoo.com)
Story title : Losing - A True Story
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Losing - A True Story (ff-teens, 1st-lesb-expr, reluc)
by Rachael Ross (rache18us@yahoo.com)
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Disclaimer: The truth for a change. Not for minors.
Sorry it's so short, but I couldn't handle trying to
make it into something it isn't. From an old journal,
cleaned up a little. But not much. Originally written
in Minnesota 1998 - Edited 2003.
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When I was 16 I spent a lot of time with a girl named
Beth. She'd been my best friend since 6th grade and I
thought there was nothing we didn't know about each
other. Boy was I wrong!
I was a skinny, brown haired, cheerleader at that time.
I lettered in swimming and diving and had a great
boyfriend who (I thought) I was in love with. Beth was
the same age, a little shorter at 5'1" and weighed all
of 90lbs. She had blonde hair in a shag cut and she
really was a total hottie!
We shared everything! Whatever one of us had or knew
was immediately shared with the other. She was the
sister I never had, a twin sister at that!
Of course we always talked about sex. Everything from
first periods to first dates. And beyond that there was
no subject I could imagine us not being able to
discuss. And so it was when we were both 16 and
spending the night in the loft of her dad's barn that a
new subject came up.
We often slept out there in the warm summers. Being
near the horses, laying in the soft itch of old straw.
On woolen blankets which smelled of years of hanging in
the drafty rafters. I loved it, it was our special
place where we could be alone and talk about whatever
we wanted without fear of being overheard or disturbed.
The single electric bulb up in the loft was unscrewed
just enough to keep it dark. Moonlight filtered in
through the half open bay door and we could hear the
horses quietly moving in their stalls below.
I was in a T-shirt and old jeans, smooth and faded and
hugging myself. I had one leg over my knee and I was
squinting as I picked at a toenail with a long, thin
piece of straw. Beth was laying next to me, in a loose
halter top and cutoff shorts. It was dark up there, but
not so dark we couldn't see each other. I looked at
Beth and saw her green eyes in the moonlight like a
deer when they're sometimes caught in headlights.
She had just asked me if I ever "touched" myself.
Privately, in my secret place. We'd kinda gone around
the subject of masturbation before. We both knew
everyone did it, but it was still embarrassing to
imagine that everyone else knew you did it! Anyway, I
stopped picking at my toe and looked at her. "Hmmm...
What?" I asked, pretending I hadn't heard her. I wanted
to see if she'd repeat it.
"I asked if... You know... Do you touch yourself?" Beth
asked again; in a low almost stage whisper. It would
have been funny if she hadn't looked so serious! But
then, I was always the one with the quick wit.
"You mean masturbate?" I asked in the most clinical
voice I could muster. But I couldn't hold it and I
laughed. "Sure, what do you think? It feels good!"
I went back to my toe, still acting like she was an
airhead for even asking. Leave it to the blondes!
laugh... I always teased her about being blonde. A
couple of times we'd actually gotten into arguments
over hair color! Never something serious, just our
hair. We were two of a kind and now she wanted to talk
about jerking off!
"Lisaaaa..." she dragged out my name like a whine. "You
know what I mean... When you do it, I mean, how do you
do it?"
Now I was paying attention. "What? You mean you've
never done it?" I must have been too loud because she
immediately shushed me, looking around like a hunted
animal, telling me to be quiet!
Beth went on to tell me she had tried it a bunch of
times, but it never felt like anything special. Not
like she'd heard it was supposed to.
We talked for quite awhile about how things should feel
and shouldn't, how everyone is different, blah, blah...
In the end she finally convinced me to finger myself
while she watched.
I'm still not quite sure, thinking back on it, that I
didn't let her talk me into it a bit too quickly... As
though I wanted to do it. At the time I was suddenly
very shy in front of her.
We'd seen each other naked hundreds of times! We'd
touched each other just about everywhere you can
imagine at one time or another, but this was different.
I finally I peeled off my pants, leaving my shirt and
panties on. Beth took off everything, to make me feel
more comfortable she told me. As if having another
girl, even my best friend, naked next to me while I did
the most secret thing in my life was going to help me
relax!!
I ended up closing my eyes, as I usually did anyway,
and started rubbing myself in small, soft circles
through my underwear. I knew Beth was watching me and
I'd deliberately avoided looking at her nude body. I
was having a hard time relaxing, my pussy is usually
really quick to juice up, but this time I was staying
dry. I didn't want Beth to feel bad though, so I kinda
pretended like I was getting excited. I was only 16 and
I was having my first fake orgasm!! laugh... Pathetic!
I didn't overdo it at least. And actually as I started
to breathe like I was getting excited and moving my
hips ever so slightly against my fingers, I really did
start to relax! I almost forgot Beth was there, I could
feel my body responding to my fingers and I let my mind
wander to thoughts of guys at school and teen idols and
everything else a teenage girl finds thrilling.
As I became more and more aroused I pulled my panties
down and started rubbing myself like I really did when
I was alone. I worked a finger in and out of my pussy
and pushed my thumb lightly against my clit, gently,
over and over again. I was getting there, totally
oblivious to everything until I heard Beth moving
quietly closer.
She was lying next to me, almost touching my thighs
with her face just a few inches from my wet pussy. I
didn't know what she was doing, only that I didn't want
to stop!! I was so close! I was going to cum any
moment. I remember it like it was frozen in time when I
felt Beth's hand on mine. Her fingers between mine,
rubbing my aching pussy! It surprised me so much I came
immediately! The best cum I'd had ever, up to that
point in my life! All I could do was fall back and
press our fingers against the center of my pleasure. I
wasn't even aware of Beth's fingers being distinct from
my own.
I was still cumming when Beth leaned over me, placing
her warm wet mouth over mine and she kissed me like no
one ever had before. None of the boys I'd ever kissed
had done it like that. Her tongue pushed past my lips
as I gasped for air and I responded, sucking on her
tongue and drinking her sweet breath. I couldn't help
myself; I was just too far gone.
She was still rubbing my pussy, pushing a finger aside
me, into my slick pussy. I felt her small, hard nipples
against my bare skin. Her breasts, larger than mine,
pressed against my bare arm. How long we kissed like
that I don't know. I honestly can't say. When Beth
finally pulled her fingers from my pussy and looked at
me, I was scared to see her. I looked away when she put
her fingers in her mouth, licking them and tasting me.
I was frightened and confused and I sat there, trying
to cover myself up while Beth tried to talk to me like
she was my boyfriend or something. She told me how
beautiful I was and how much she liked being with me.
She told me how she'd always loved me, always thought
of me as more than just a friend. Beth told me it was
okay to be scared, but she knew I would feel the same
way about her. That we were meant for each other.
Part of me believed her. Part of me wanted to believe
her so badly. She was like a sister to me and part of
me felt betrayed too. I didn't love her that way. I had
never told her I did. I never pretended I did. I got
angry with her for doing this to me. Angry with me for
feeling this way. Everything was wrong. Looking back I
knew the signs were there, for far longer than I'd ever
imagined.
But that night, in the loft, I couldn't give her what
she needed. She tried to hug me, maybe it was the same
hug we had always shared... Maybe it was a new kind of
hug, a dangerous hug. I rejected it, shrugged it off
and got dressed in silence. We were still friends after
that, but we were never best friends again. And I still
cry when the moon is full and I think I smell straw and
old woolen blankets in the dark.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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