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Seventh Grade Lovers
by AB-2010 (www.asstr.org/~Kristen/ab2008/)
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Two teenage girls find an easy and pleasurable way to
control their urge to "go too far" with their
boyfriends. (FF-teens, 1st-lesbian-exp, oral)
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A story told to me in 2001 by Allison from Breckenridge
Colorado.
Caroline moved into my neighborhood when I was 6 years
old. She was a year older than me and a generation more
sophisticated. Even at 6 I knew she was special, and so
did everyone else.
For some reason I'll never quite understand she took to
me and we became best friends. Living only 5 houses away
from each other allowed us to play together just about
every day.
As we grew older I realized that she was superior to me
in just about every way. Even today I'm no beauty, but
I've always had a good body and my best features are my
behind and legs, they're just about perfect. Caroline on
the other hand looked like a young version of Stephanie
Powers and she had the body to go along with her
beautiful face.
The summer before entering 7th grade we were just
hanging out having fun. We'd discovered boys a couple of
years before and our interest in them was climbing along
with our hormones. All the boys at school were after
Caroline and I was their concession prize. If they
couldn't get Caroline at least if they dated me they
could hang out in her crowd.
Anyway, that summer we'd stay over at each other's house
pretty much on a rotating basis. And on one of those
nights while we were over at Caroline's something
happened that I still vividly remember even to this day.
We were sleeping in Caroline's bed like we'd done a
zillion times before (because unlike my house she had a
queen sized bed and two teenage girls could fit into it
comfortably), when the subject invariably came around to
boys.
Caroline told me that she'd had a hot and heavy make out
session with her then boyfriend Mark and that she'd been
tempted to go all the way with him. I couldn't believe
that she would even consider something like that with a
boy. We weren't on the pill or anything and something
like that could be really dangerous.
I remember lying there beside Caroline as she described
what had happened. Apparently they'd gone farther than
ever before. She had even dipped her hand into his pants
and felt him up and he'd done the same to her, even
getting her blouse open and kissing a nipples before she
stopped him.
I could imagine what that would be like and it made me
hot just thinking about it. But what surprised me more,
was that I was thinking about what it would be like to
kiss Caroline's breasts, not what it would be like to be
felt up by a boy.
For some reason I'll never completely understand, as
Caroline continued with her hot description of the
petting they'd done I snuggled up next to her. I don't
think I realized the implication of my act but Caroline
certainly did.
I was hugging her listening intently when I stiffened in
surprise as I felt her fingers brushing against my
breasts. Caroline continued to tell me what Mark and her
had done to each other in great detail, while at the
same time slowly circling a fingertip around my left
nipple.
I remember that I enjoyed the added stimulation to her
hot story and subconsciously snuggled even closer. Then
Caroline stopped talking and scrunched down, while at
the same time pulling my pajama top open and I watched
in disbelief as my best friend, the girl I worshiped,
moved her lips to my nipple and began to suck on it.
I couldn't help myself; I arched my back pushing my
breast harder against her soft lips. I could feel her
tongue darting moistly over my nipple and I realized in
that instant that I was wet and dripping between my
legs. I could feel myself dripping between my thighs and
onto the sheets of her bed.
At the time I don't think either of us thought about
what we were doing, we were just enjoying the sensations
that we were giving and receiving. When I pushed
Caroline back onto the bed and opened her top all I
could do for a full minute was to stare at her perfect
breasts, taking in their soft perfect hungrily.
Then my hormones drove me on and I dived in and started
sucking and licking her all over excitedly. Things
quickly escalated beyond my control and soon I found
myself with my face firmly buried between her legs. I
was surprised at how quickly Caroline got off. After
only a minute or so, she moaned loudly gripping my head
from behind, pushing me into herself. Then her body
shuddered and I soon felt her moisture gushing across my
tongue.
Finally I looked up at her. My lips and chin must have
been all slick with her juices. She giggled and
commented on what a mess she'd made. I remember giving
her a really naughty smile, proudly displaying the
effect that I'd had on her.
As you might have guessed, that wasn't the last time we
pleasured each other. To see Caroline enthusiastically
eating me out, watching her face buried between my
thighs was an experience that any one of our friends
would have cut off an arm to witness. But it was just
our little secret and all through high school we
remained lovers.
Looking back at it today, I think it was a good response
to all the social and hormonal pressures of our age
group. We knew each other, we were friends and we
couldn't make each other pregnant. Our special
relationship got us through some tough times and until
Caroline got married, satisfied our sexual and emotional
needs wonderfully.
The last time we were together as lovers was the night
before Caroline's wedding. I was her maid of honor and
she was staying at my apartment the night before the
ceremony. She was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof,
and it only seemed natural that we do it one more time.
It was a beautiful night for both of us, sort of a
goodbye, even though we would see each other regularly
even after her marriage.
I only hope that Caroline's wedding night was as good as
our night had been. I've never asked, and since then
we've just been very good friends. Almost like sisters,
only closer.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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