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From: webby@adiewebster.demon.co.uk (The DOCTOR)
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Subject: Re: 1st time lesbian encounters?
Date: 26 Nov 96 19:54:49 +0500
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> I like to read stories about female seductions.  Please email me with
> yours and I will send you all that are sent to me.

> Nattie.
Ok mate, here's part 1 of my story.
enjoy...


The following is part of the ongoing trials of life for a small group of
people
who are thrown together by a cruel act of fate.
Their rise, and demise is not a destination, but a journey.
How sexual perfection, and the quest for perfect pleasure can make an orgasm
more deadly than drugs.






Exposure:       Sally's chronicles:

(ff)


Chapter 1


Home Sweet Home


It had been the longest most tiring day yet, and it was quickly drawing to
an end. I had all but given up hope, but as if the God's had taken pity
upon me my spirits rose at last.  There it was, staring me in the face.
Out of all the rooms to rent I'd rung up, visited or replied to, this last
one seemed perfect.
Reasonable rent, a nice flat mate about my age, and in a nice
part of town.


My new job meant more money, and it meant moving to this area.
Even though the wages would be good, sharing a flat still seemed the best
idea. I needed somewhere to live, but at 20 I was far too young to get tied
down with a mortgage. This was what I was looking for.
Three days later I had moved in. Eve, my new flatmate, and owner of the
flat, had very kindly taken a day of work to help me move all my stuff
into the flat.
She was a lovely looking girl, and greeted me at the door that
day wearing a pair of jeans and a tight tee shirt.
 She had advertised for a flatmate to help pay her mortgage. Quite why a
young thing would want all that responsibility at only 21 I couldn't
understand, but then again I was never responsible or sensible.
  As usual I was badly dressed for moving, and my jacket and blouse kept
getting in the way, as we lugged bag after bag of clothes up the flat
stairs.
By four I was in. My worldly possessions were still in their bin bags on
the floor, but in nether the less.
Still slightly out of breath I slowly took in my surroundings, while
Eve popped open a bottle of wine in the Kitchen, and then came into my
room armed with two glasses, and sat her self on the bed.
"Well Sally, Cheers!"
I took the glass, sat on a bin bag filled with my tops, and raised it to
my lips.
"Cheers Eve" I replied, as my eyes finally fell back on my flat
mate.
Eve was very pretty, but her make up and clothes did nothing to enhance
this. What with a mortgage and a need to have her life invaded by a
stranger to help, I couldn't help think of her as a bit straight laced and
practical.  Very independent maybe.
"So Sal, have you got a fella?" inquired Eve, draining the last drop of
wine from her glass and pouring her self a second.
Quickly, I too emptied my wine, it's invigorating taste washing over me.
I passed her my now empty glass for a refill, and I told her my sad
tale, told her about John, and told her about Beth.
Eve's eyes widened, leaning forward she said
"Hang on, let me get this straight, Your boyfriend dumped you
after he fucked your mate, and she told him you were lesbian?"
"Yea, that's about it. John was weird anyway, most men would have
tried to get both of us in bed together, but not him, no, got on
his high horse & dumped me. That's why I've moved, a clean
break."
"Wow". Eve sat back and thought for a moment.
"Sorry Sal, but I've got to ask this, but are you...you know, a
lessy?"
Eve was leaning forward now, hanging on every word, a very serious
expression on her face.
"No, don't worry Eve," I reassured her.." I'm not about to rip of your
knicks and suck on your snatch. Beth just said it to split us up.
You know, bitchy comments to drive me and him apart. It worked to!
Mind you, I would be lying if I said I had never slept with
another girl. I did once, experimenting I suppose, you do at that
age though don't you? Fourteen I was, only time though. "

Eve's eyes widened, but she said nothing, the comment had shocked her I
thought.
Eve stood up quickly, nipped out of the room and into the
kitchen, returning with a new bottle of wine.

"Do you mind," She enquired  "could you tell me about it, I've
often wondered what it's like."
Well there was a surprise for me! I thought I had blown my new life here
before it had even started. I was already cursing my honesty, but it
seemed that it was the best policy. Eve seemed more liberated than I had
given her credit for.
"Sure, Well me and Clair, my best friend at the time were staying
over her's for the weekend. Her folks were away, but her older
brother wasn't. Anyway, one night me and Clair were in her room,
drinking wine and she was doing my hair, when we heard Bryan come
in with someone. It was quite late, and we were quite merry, and
it seemed like a good idea at the time, but we crept to outside
her brothers room and listened at the door. Well, I was a virgin
at the time, but I knew what was going on in there! Bryan was
giving someone a right good fucking. Between moans I could even
hear the girls pussy slurping as Bryan's cock rammed in and out.
Well I was soaking my panties listening. I glanced at Clair,
caught her eye, and we both went back to her room.  In hushed
whispers we talked about her brother and his girl. Clair had moved
behind me and was giving me a massage. Too embarrassed to look me in the
face I think. I didn't think anything of it at the time, I was just as
embarrassed as her maybe. As she rubbed my shoulders in the silence, we
could just about hear Bryan's girl scream as she came!
She was really enjoying herself, and I was soaking just thinking about it,
I needed to come."

I wasn't sure how to tell this story to my new flatmate, but I was beginning
to get off on the memories as I recalled them, so throwing caution to the wind

continued in explicit detail.

"The atmosphere was electric, my nipples were solid and straining
to break free from my bra. My blouse seemed far to tight and my panties
were soaked, my fanny juices had began to make their way down my inner
thigh.
I could tell Clair was hot, she had smaller tit's than me, and didn't
have a bra on, just a thin white cotton blouse like mine.
 I was quite an early developer in the breast department,
and had quite large boobs for a girl my age. Clair's were just starting
to grow, so she didn't really need a bra. Don't get me wrong, she had
tits, just small ones, but her nipples were HUGE! I could feel them
pressed into my back as she massaged me. It was all to much, and I felt
so close to orgasm, that without realising it my hand had moved
down between my legs. I had a small A line skirt on so I had no problem
finding my bud in seconds. My eyes were closed, tension was
disappearing through the massage, in my mind I could see Bryan
and the girl fucking for all they are worth, and my middle finger
was playing on my clit through the sodden material of my panties.
Clair stopped massaging me and walked around in front of me,
that's when I remembered where I was, but I was so close to orgasm,
the point where there was no way I could ever stop. I was so
overwhelmed by my desire to come that I just continued to rub
away at my clitty until I climaxed with a great shudder.
Of course the minute I came I was so overcome with embarrassment,
I snapped my legs shut and turned away.
Clair said nothing, but I could hear her moving around behind me.
Then I felt her hands on my shoulders again.
Her hands felt wonderful, and it seemed natural to let her undo
my buttons and ease the blouse off. I was drunk with the afterglow
of orgasm to even try and realise what she was doing.
Her fingers never stopped their roaming, and as she massaged me,
she skilfully uncoupled my bra. I had gone completely limp,
mesmerised by her gentle moments. When her fingers began to
lightly trail down from my neck to my naked breasts, soft brushes
of her long nails strafed my nipples. It felt electric, I could
hardly breath.
It felt like her hands were everywhere as hot tingles of
excitement spread from my jutting nipples down to my pussy.
Then she kissed the back of my neck and a hot flood of
juice flooded into my panties."

"Then what?" Eve asked excitedly, gulping down wine to try and hide her
blushes.
"Well, all I could think about was the horny throbbing in my
pussy"
"I know exactly the feeling you mean!" muttered Eve hoarsely, as she
crossed her legs.
"Anyway, I let her slip my skirt down over my hips.  My sodden
plain white cotton panties clung to my spars wispy pubes that
had only just started their growth, and as she breathed near my
thighs, shivers of delight ran up inside me.  Then she planted a
kiss on my mound, and it was like nothing I had ever felt before.
Well, then she inserted a finger under the elastic of the panties
that hid her prize from view, and gently began to explore its mysterious
fleshy folds.
I slid down further, my hips arching up, pushing my mons nearer
to her mouth. I was unbearably turned on and wanted to feel her
mouth on my clit, but she ignored my impatience and continued to
massage my most intimate of places with her finger.
It felt the same as when I fingered myself in my room at night, but at
the same time it felt a million times better, just because it wasn't me
doing the fingering. By the very way she moved her finger inside me, I
knew she had also discovered the joy of late night masturbation.
With her other hand she pulled the cheap material of my Marks & Spencers
panties to one side, totally exposing her other hand, impaled in my
vulva.
I could feel myself beginning to reach my second orgasm, my hips were
gyrating wildly.
Finally she removed her sticky little finger from my hot snatch,
and slowly and silently eased my dripping panties down my thighs until
they rested around my baby white socks.
I could have stopped it then, I know. But with a little flick of my left
foot, I kicked my knickers away. Clair let out a little smile and
kneeled between my legs, and just sank her face into my snatch. I pulled
my legs up so my knees were almost on my shoulders and dug my nails into
her hair.
   I began to moan loudly. First she pushed her middle finger
into my pussy, her knuckles covered the wetness of my outer lips.
She circled it around and all the time her mouth never left my
clit, darting a wet tongue over it, feasting on the swollen bud.
I gasped as a second, then a third finger thrusted upwards inside
my fanny. I knew that I was about to come any second, but the
double pleasure of her three fingers ramming in and out of such a
tight virgin's hole and her hot tongue on my clit were pushing me
over the edge.  She knew I was close, but every time I tried to
thrust harder she pulled me back, keeping me poised on the brink
of coming, teasing me until I wanted to scream with desire. I
reached for my nipples, and began to roll them between my fingers,
pinching them hard, then gently squeezing them, revelling in all the
mixed sensations my body was being subjected to.
Suddenly she changed tempo, hammering her slim milk white fingers into
me, battering my labia with her knuckles, and her tongue darting
over my clit like a piston.  Then I exploded against her, my body
arched back, my hands clenched into fists, grabbing the firm flesh of my
breasts, the skin turning white under the painful grasps, until the
orgasm finally subsided.
   I had been masturbating for a while before that incident, but never
before had I felt an orgasm of that intensity, and never before had I
felt so wet, the cum was literally pouring from my little cunny onto
Clair's hand and down my thighs.
 I just went limp, my arms dropped to my side, my legs fell back down to
the floor either side of Clair. My eye's were shut, my tits heaved as my
heart rate slowed down, and by breathing became more regulated again."

Eve was fidgeting on the bed, looking flushed.

"Sorry Eve, I've not embarrassed you have I? "
I knew though, that I had. Her face was almost crimson, and she had downed
yet another glass of wine.

"No, not at all Sal," she said gulping back the last drop from her glass,
 "it's just, well, I'm not really that experienced
when it comes to sex, & that story kinda turned me on!"

I looked deeply into Eve's eyes, wondering..
"You mean, as a kid, you never had an encounter with a girl?"

"I've only been with three men in my whole life, never mind a girl!" She
shyly offered, avoiding direct eye contact with me as she said it.

I couldn't help it, but I began to laugh. When I grew up back home I had
loads of girlie chats about sex with my friends, and all of them except
one had admitted that during their adolescence they had experimented with
other girls. As far as I was concerned it was normal, and nearly all girls
did it.
"This is what I've missed" I told Eve,  "Drinking wine, talking about sex and
men, all with pleasant female company."
"I don't know about missing it," Eve replied quickly, "Missed out on it, in
my sad case."
Eve's eyes took on a serious appearance.
"If you don't mind Sally, I would like to catch up for lost time."
"Great" I giggled, the wine taking effect. "Girl Power"
Eve stood up grinning like a cat who got the cream. (secretly I think she
had to, if I didn't know better I would say she was more that just turned
on, I'd say she was very close to coming!  I know I was getting very damp
after recalling my story, and beginning to ache for some relief.)
Composing myself I let her lean over and  fill my glass again with the last
of the wine.
"A toast" she offered.
"Great parties, loads men, good times."
"Cheers " I replied, "and great sex!"
"Year, great sex"
CHINK, went our glasses as we drank to the toast.

"Eve," I quickly asked her, " now I've moved in & got some money behind me,
I think we should celebrate with a night on the town. A real wild time. It's
gonna be a trip!"
Eve grinned then turned to leave the room, stopping by the door,
"I hope you don't mind dragging me along for the ride?" she asked.
Deep down I hoped she would take this attitude, she was good-looking,
sexy, almost shy, and very innocent appearing. If she was willing to
learn, I would be willing to teach her, and that was what I was looking
forward to.
"Two hot Girls on the town!" I laughed as Eve turned and left.
I suspected her pussy was juiced up and ready for her fingers if it was
anything like mine, so smiling to myself I carried on unpacking, trying not
to think about what Eve was probably doing to her cunt right now.
God how I wanted to just slip my fingers into my cunny and just lay back and
strum away at my clitty, but that would have to wait. I needed to get settled
in first.
        It took me about another three hours to unpack all my clothes and
bits, placing them as neatly as the small dresser by the wall would
allow. My quite large collection of underwear took two draws all by
them selves.
My tops, jeans, dress's and coats hung in the walk-in wardrobe and the
rest I packed as neat as I could into bags by the wall.
The first thing I needed to buy was another chest of draws for my
remaining gear.
By time I had finished my sexual tension had depleted on it's own accord.
        It was eight O'clock, I grabbed my empty wine glass headed
downstairs to the front room.  Eve was sitting on the sofa watching a
film on the telly. She turned to look at me as I entered.
"More Wine?" I enquired inquisitively as I noticed she was still drinking.
"You can never have enough" she giggled, turning back to the film.
I dropped down in the empty armchair and lent forward to the wine bottle
sitting on the coffee table.  It was almost empty, and by time I had
filled my glass, there was none left.
        Eve was wearing a deep blue towelling robe, very middle-aged and
dowdy. Where she had her feet tucked up under her thighs, the robe
had parted slightly, and I noticed her Pink cotton knickers.
        I knew she hadn't bathed or showered since she was in my room, as
the bathroom is right next to it, and I would have heard the water. So I
suspected I was right. She had gone back to her room, stripped off and had a
long slow wank, and when she had finished, she couldn't be bothered getting
fully dressed again, so just slipped on a robe.
I smiled to myself and sat back, sipping my wine, slowly getting
engrossed into the film.



Where was that ringing coming from?
Slowly the blurring steadied in my eyes and the room gradually came into
focus. The persistent ringing reverberated loudly in my head.
Events from yesterday began their long hard trek back into my
consciousness. Fumbling around automatically with my arm, I located the
alarm clock and hammered on it's top until the ringing ceased. I sat up
and wiped the sleep from my eyes, the after effects from too much wine
still far to evident in my head.
        My room. My new room, unfamiliar but reassuringly comforting all the
same. The cold dull light from a winter's morning spilled in from the
naked window, tinting everything with a hard blue sheen.
07.00.
I threw back my quilt and swung my naked legs from the bed, my feet
feeling the cool floor. God, how I wished I could go back to sleep.
Standing up, I walked over to my sports bag. Inside I found my tooth
brush, and a half used tube of paste. As I turned to get some underwear
from my draws I noticed that the window was in direct view of a block of
flats across the road. Quickly I drew the curtains, cursing. Only now did
my nakedness make me feel vulnerable. I was busting for a piss also, so
without much thought I grabbed a small pair of white cotton briefs and a
matching bra from the draws and nipped to the bathroom carrying them all.
Once inside I shut the door, lifted the lid on the cream toilet and sat
down. A rush of pleasure washed over me as the hot jet of urine burst
it's dam. I've often thought that going for a piss was better than sex
when you were really busting, and this morning it felt good. After
flushing I brushed my teeth, then stepped into the shower, the hot water
making me feel human once again. Like hot needles, the water tingled and
stimulated my skin, my sensitive breasts responding, feeling tight on my
chest, my nipples swelling as my hands rubbed a lather of soap all over
them.
        KNOCK KNOCK
Snapping my mind back from its sexual expedition, I poked my head around
the shower curtain to hear more clearly.
        "Sally, you decent?" inquired Eve in an agitated tone.
"Depend's" I replied, "I'm in the shower."
"It's just I need the loo, I'm busting!"
Well that explained why she sounded so urgent.
It didn't bother me if she used the toilet while I was showering, it's
not as if I haven't seen it all before. Christ I've had a piss in front of
complete strangers in some night clubs before, especially the ones without
stall doors!
"Fine by me Eve, do you want me to leave? I'll only be a few minutes"
Even though I was OK with it, Eve could still be embarrassed, so I prepared
to leave her to it.
"That's OK Sal, " she said walking into the bathroom.
The fact her voice got suddenly louder as she entered the room made me
look back around the curtain. Sitting on the seat facing me, hitching up
her night dress, or rather a very long T-shirt sat Eve, her naked legs
slightly apart. Our eyes met and locked, then an expression of relief
exploded across her make-up free face, and the sound of water cascading
into water mixed with that of the shower. Quickly I moved back behind the
curtain and under the shower, but the image of Eve sitting there wouldn't
leave my mind. Her tits, although covered by her shirt, prominent and high
on her chest, proud and out standing without the aid of a bra.
Her thigh, and the slight curve of her arse, smooth and very tanned.
     I reached forward and turned the chrome tap slightly to the left,
increasing the cold content of the shower, the effect almost instant as the
tepid water cascaded over my body, the last of the soap washing off me,
disappearing down the plug hole. The sexual tension vanished with the suds.
Goose bumps and an involuntary shiver were my new companions.
"That's better" Eve sighed as she flushed the loo.
I was now uncomfortably chilly, so turning off the shower, and taking a deep
breath to steady myself, I stepped from behind the curtain that had protected
not only my modesty, but also Eve's potential embarrassment.
        Eve was bent slightly over the sink, working her tooth brush rapidly
about
her mouth, a comical foam of frothy paste around her pale lips.
Droplets of water, cruelly chased others down my skin, leaving cold trails
across my body. Quickly I grabbed a towel and wrapped it about my breasts,
tucking it in tight. The towel's bottom hanging just slightly lower than my
bum. With both Eve and I using the bathroom at once, space was a premium.
Every
time I glanced at the mirror, our eyes met. Was she watching me? Had she
examined my naked body? My nipples were still hard from the cold, and this
feeling was tense, two semi naked bodies so close together. The best thing I
could do was grab my bra and briefs and quickly leave, dressing in my room.
        "I'll leave you to it" I muttered as I brushed passed her to exit the
room, briefly pausing to grab my underwear.
My heart was beating faster than normal, and a very sexual arousal was seeping

though me. Nothing blatant. Just a subtle erotic charge, that had emanated
from
that meeting in the bath room. If I had felt it, had Eve I wondered?
Once in my room, I towel dried myself in front of the wardrobe mirror. What
was
I looking at? In front of me stood a girl. No, a woman, 20 years old. Her dark

brown, almost black hair hung long and straight past her shoulders, wet
straggles limply draped over the front. Her breasts were full and round,
sitting high on her chest, nipples a dark browny pink, hard and erect,
outstanding, straining at the mirror. This woman who faced me had a taught
flat
stomach, slender, but curvy hips, and legs that stretched on forever. A dark
unkempt forest of pubes governed the bulging mound of her mons, stretching
into
the shadows between her milky thighs that was her vulva.
Here was a woman whom men had worshipped, had loved, had pleasured. Could this

same image be me? Be the little girl I once was? Is this how Eve saw me, a
body
built for sex, for pleasure? Did she find me attractive? I looked closer at my

reflection, finding fault with my fanny. Once, a previous long standing boy
friend had shaved me there. He loved to give oral sex, and he told me a smooth

and bold cunt was the best to eat from. As I studied mine, I began to really
dislike the untidy unkempt hair. I really had let myself go since I split up
with John.
        "Do you want a cuppa?" yelled Eve from outside my room.
God how long had I been daydreaming?
"Yes please, white no sugar" I replied as I pulled on my briefs, and began to
dress for the day ahead.
        Wow, what a surprise awaited me as I walked down into the kitchen
after I
had got ready. Eve was dressed in a grey skirt suit. Her jacket was undone
revealing a brilliant white blouse, under which her bra could be clearly seen
encompassing her smallish breasts. She was leaning against the table reading
some mail when I entered. Her grey pencil skirt clinging tightly to the curve
of her arse, ending just below her knee. The split up the back allowed
tantalising glimpse's of black stocking or tight covered legs. Her whole power

dress appearance was topped off with black high heel shoes, small straps
daintily clasped around her ankles.  As I entered she stopped reading and
turned to smile at me, with her radiant red lips. Her blond bob hung lightly
around her small face like a halo. God she was gorgeous. And she had only
slept
with three men! They must be throwing them selves at her, I thought.
        Over breakfast I found out she was a secretary in an insurance
company,
hence the uniform as she called it. I was quite envious that her job made her
look so sexy. My editorial assistant's position with a magazine group wasn't
the platform to power dress in sexy suits. Although some of the men in the
Cambridge office had commented on the skin tight jeans, loose sweater and
black
calf hugging boots I sometimes wore.
 But for today, my first day in the main London branch, I wore a plain blue
skirt, cream top, and black shoes. Very conservative!
 So after my second cup of tea that morning, I set of to work.