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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