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Christine's Awakening 2 ....new.!.!.! (f/F ) (10k)
Roberta Awakes .... A Fun Story
Christine's Awakening 2
Prologue:
I wrote a TRUE story a few weeks ago describing my first "Net Friend's" (Christine), awakening to the joys of f/F sex at the experienced hands of her Piano Teacher. This saga continues her story. Christine wanted me to edit her tale of wondrous sexual discovery and post it for others to enjoy. We lost touch when she dropped her Prodigy account last winter and after I changed accounts twice. If she's still out there, I hope she knows I'll never forget her. Her next letter follows:
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Dearest Michelle,
After that first afternoon at Connie's I didn't know what to make of myself. The embarrassing part is that I liked it! I didn't revolt like I thought I would. Every night the memories flooded into my mind, over and over again. Visions of how I let Connie put her hands on my thigh while I tried to concentrate on my lesson... how her finger found its way under the loose legs of my shorts... how I let her press her fingers over my panties into my budding pubis! It turned me on to relive the feel of her smooth fingers delving under my panties... into my teenage wetness... stroking me... caressing my hair... fingering my clit... licking me... putting her finger inside me and "fucking" my little pussy to an explosive climax. Oh Michelle, what did I let her do?! I have never felt such erotic feelings, EVER, by myself or with a guy, as Connie made me feel that afternoon. The thought that a woman made me cum! God!! It made me so hot I had to play with myself every night.
I'll never understand how... how, my love... how did I know that I would want ... no, CRAVE!... to go to Connie's house again. Like a fly to the spider's web. My body needed to feel the erotic bliss that only a female's sensitive touch could induce.
The craving, that as I found out later, occurred over and over again throughout my life.
So I did it. The next week I walked to Connie's house. At every step I considered turning back; but I knew I never would.
I wanted to wear a dress or skirt that day, thinking of how that would make it easier (make WHAT easier? Was I going to be "easy" for her? What if she didn't approach me again? So many thoughts filled my mind). But that would have been unusual and I thought my Mom might get suspicious. So I wore a pair of loose light blue shorts and a thin white blouse with only 4 big buttons. The top one I left undone. Underneath, I wore a simple cotton bra over my 32B breasts, and a plain pair of white cotton panties.
Promptly at 4 PM (the end of the day again) I stood on Connie's doorstep, my hand poised over the doorbell as I mustered the courage to push. By some automatic control my finger did the deed and I heard Connie's footsteps as she came to the door. She opened it, a nervous smile on her pretty face and immediately asked me how I was, searching to make certain I didn't go bonkers during the week... looking for a sign of whether I told anyone. I calmly (on the outside) told her that I was quite fine and glad to see her. She was wearing a yellow print dress with flowers that came to mid thigh. It was like chiffon or something... very light. Her hair was pulled up in a little bun.
I WAS glad to see her. But honestly, I was so nervous. My heart pounded in my little chest.
Connie told me that she had been thinking about me all week and was also happy to see ME, and that she was glad that I decided to return.
"Is your husband home," I asked, before realizing I was essentially admitting why I was really there.
"Nope! Out of town again," she said. You feel ready for your lesson?"
I looked at her nervously, my knees weakening. ".... Which one?"
She searched my eyes making sure she read me correctly. My smile told her that she definitely did. She bent down and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. I detected her sweet perfume smell again, a smell that lingers to this day. She looked up, realizing that we still had the door open where people from the street might see us, and closed it.
We didn't even bother going to the piano. Connie steered me over to the couch, and told me to sit where I had last time. I lay down, my head on the end pillows, and she sat down next to me, her left hand going under my head. She asked me if I enjoyed what happened last time (Mmm Hmmm!) or if I thought that we should stick to music from now on (definite NO!). I couldn't get any words out of my mouth so I just put my arms around her and hugged her while she stroked my hair. After a few moments she moved her head toward me and kissed me. I shut my eyes and basked in her nearness and this new sensation.
It was so gentle. I had never kissed a woman on the lips before and it felt a little wierd. It was much softer than a boy. And wetter; much wetter. And warmer! And every new, better thing that I could ever say about a kiss. Her lips were so full... they took over and possessed mine. She kissed me... she lightly bit my lips. My arms pulled her tighter and I felt her breasts press into me. OOhh so soft!! My nipples started to tingle. I felt her tongue trace my lips, wetting me... preparing me... then slowly try to enter my mouth. I opened my lips just a little. Connie took whatever little opening I offered to her tongue... not going any faster than I was ready to go. I slowly yielded... I had never kissed like this with ANYBODY!! ... I opened my mouth some more for her. When Connie's tongue finally touched mine, my insides felt like they were going explode. My stomach was full of butterflies and that hot feeling was in my pussy again. The scent of her perfume and lipstick was so intoxicating. She put her right hand over my breast, cupping it, squeezing softly as she french kissed me. My nipple was hers! It flew into full bloom! She caressed my breast with her palm, then her fingers, finding my nipple through my garmets, pinching it lightly. I moaned into her mouth.
She stopped kissing me, still playing with my breasts as I opened my eyes. She was looking at me with such love... and lust. I could tell she was as turned on as I was.
"C'mon" was all she said, as she took my hand and helped me off the couch, "follow me."......(cont)
Christine's Awakening
Hi! I wrote a story two years ago about a young female teen who discovered her interest in other girls and carried this interest through the rest of her life. It was long; 18 chapters! The story was called "Roberta Awakes", and if anybody hasn't read it, it is posted on MrDouble's site at www.mrdouble.com. Just search under authors for MichelleB.
Anyway, I haven't written much since, even though I have had quite a few requests to do so by many people who wrote to me... BOTH men and women. (Yes, guys, there ARE women out there who like to read sexy stories!) For one thing, it takes me a very long time to write a story. I'm not too fast, and I have to edit about a dozen times to correct lousy grammar and all the mistakes I make. I'm not much for original ideas, either, which doesn't help much either. I've been trying to think about how to write another one.
This weekend I was going through some old E-Mail and I came upon a series of letters from a girl I met on the Internet ... actually she was the very FIRST girl I had ever met through the Internet! She wrote me after my "Roberta" story posted to tell me that it had turned her on, and she shyly asked if I would mind if we corresponded with each other. She was finishing studies to be a teacher and had the summer off. Having just finished my first year of college, I had some time off too, so we began writing to each other. Like I said, I never had written to another person or chatted on the net before, so this was a wonderful experience. It wasn't long before we were trading some pretty hot stories and pictures (yes, she is Bi-Curious, like me... ), and soon REAL experiences. She finally got up the nerve to write me about an experience she had in high school that was the turning point of her life. The funny thing was that she was worried I'd find it dull compared to the epic story I had just posted. She needn't have worried. Her REAL experience was far more exciting than anything fictional I could ever imagine!
I also remember that she shyly told me that she wouldn't mind if I'd edit it and post it for others to see. I have always wondered about whether that is right... I hold people's thoughts and feelings in very strict confidence. Yet, as I re-read her letter, she really wanted me to do this.
We only corresponded for 6 months, and then she became to busy. I heard from her again 6 months later for a very brief time, until as I had to switch between service providers (several times!) when my first one went belly up. During this process she ended up writing to a GUY with a very similar E-Mail name, and *giggle* she got one WILD response in return! I lost track of her after that, and she is no longer with the ISP (Prodigy) she was originally with.
Her name is Christine. In case she ever reads this... well, I hope she remembers me. I have great hopes of finding her again someday! She was a wonderful, sexy person who meant alot to me!!
OK... enough of the talk that I really hate in other people's stories.
This is the story of Christine's Awakening. I have changed the name of the teacher in the story to protect the innocent, and so nobody but me will ever know who Christine really is.
This is her letter to me. It didn't need much editing at all! Just a few enhancements...
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My Dearest Michelle,......(cont)
Roberta Awakes
I knew my wife Roberta was bisexual before I married her. I didn't know exactly how much until our first anniversary.
She found this out by accident, at a slumber party when she was 15. Eight girls were going to sleep over at Nancy Gilbert's house, on blankets laid on the floor. Nancy's parents were going to be away for the evening. The girls had decided it was to be a "sex-story" party. The plan was that before going to bed, the girls were to sit together in a circle, and each tell a sexy story. Preferably it should be true, but if not, fantasies would be allowed. Each girl had to dress very scantily, in only a short, sheer nightie. No bra or panties were allowed. The more sheer, the better. This was to enhance the "sexiness" of the moment. In fact, Nancy's rules were that if it wasn't sheer or short enough, they would have to sit naked.
The day of the slumber party, Roberta started to feel very nervous. She had always worn very plain pajamas, and didn't even have a nightie. She felt funny in her stomach about going to a party where the girls were going to dress like that. Admittedly, the nighties would cover things up, sort of, but it was just the thought of being in the room "almost" naked with several other girls. It felt so... well, naughty. Still, they were all good friends, and it was just for fun, she told herself. It couldn't be any worse than changing in the locker room, could it?
Actually, as she thought about it, she couldn't even remember noticing the girls in the lockeroom because she was usually daydreaming. Tonight would be different. She would be listening to the stories and very self-conscious. Hardly the kind of situation in which she would daydream and ignore. She felt very... something... excited?... tingly? Hard to pinpoint.
Roberta went to the mall, and into a lingerie shop. A young salesgirl asked her if she could help her, as Roberta stood before some mannequins with some very risque, short, almost transparent outfits.
Roberta jumped, and blushed. She nervously said "Well, er. Yes. I need to buy a nightie."
"You mean a negligee? What did you have in mind?" the cute, bubbly little clerk asked.
Well something that comes down to about here.". Roberta's hand signaled somerwhere just barely below crotch level, "and it has to be semi-transparent?"
"Oooh", said the young thing. "For some handsome boyfriend?"
"Well no, not exactly", said Roberta. "Actually it's for a slumber party?"
"A slumber party?!", asked the clerk. "My, aren't we the naughty girls. Well, come over here and let me show you the selection."
The clerk talked Roberta into a short "Fredericks of Hollywoood" type thing, a print design with a lacy white border, open on the sides, tied by two bows. It was quite sheer. Her AA breasts and nipples, that stood out like eraser tips, would be quite visible to any of the girls who cared to look. Her young pussy, with puffy lips and a slight tuft of brown pubic hair would also be in view below when she sat down. She didn't have any other choice, she rationalized, since if the outfit wasn't scanty enough she would have to go naked.
Perhaps I should briefly describe Roberta at this point. She was beautiful, with shoulder length blonde hair. She was the "shy" girl next door type, very huggable. Totally innocent big brown eyes and perfect smile. Her 32 AA breasts were forming nicely, as already mentioned. Quite a sexy target for those who enjoy young innocence personified.
When Roberta arrived at the party, she went to the basement rec-room to change. She put her negligee on, trying to ignore the other girls. Back upstairs, Nancy had the girls sat around in a circle, as planned. Roberta was self-conscious, and crossed her arms over her breasts. She made sure she kept her legs closed.
Nancy knew the girls would be nervous, so she gave them each a beer. Slowly Roberta relaxed, until soon she was leaning back into the couch, with her hands still down in her lap. As the stories started, one girl told of a time when she made out with a boy in the back seat of a car. She got very hot, and they started to pet. As they french kissed, she put her hand on the outside of his pants and played with him, making him real hard. She then opened the boys zipper, and pulled out his hard cock.......(cont)
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