name is Anne, and my first sexual experience with another
person was with my best friend, Patti. We lived up north and
Patti came to stay with us after her parents split up. During
a severe blizzard, it was all the furnace in our house could
do to keep up with the cold. Patti and I shared a large
bedroom upstairs. She was already in bed, and I was moving
as fast as I could to keep warm while I put on my T-shirt.
Over-sized football T-shirts and panties were what we slept
in. Just as I was about to climb in my bed, Patti said to
get in with her first and she would warm me up.
I turned out
the lights and scrambled under the blankets. Patti rapped
her arms around me and rubbed my back and legs. She said
my hands felt like ice cubes and told me to put them between
her legs where she could warm them. She squeezed them as
she vigorously rubbed me all over. Soon I realized she was
pressing her crotch against my hands. This definitely warmed
me up fast. Her right hand moved down my back and around
my bottom, her fingers traced the inside of my crack, pressing
my panties into it.
With our bodies
intertwined and the blankets over our heads, I quickly forgot
about the blizzard outside. As Patti continued pushing against
my hands, I realized her crotch was getting wet, not from
sweat, but from the same sticky flow that came out of me
and covered my fingers when I masturbated. She moved in
a slow steady rhythm, squeezing my hands tight. I could
feel her breath on my face, and in the dark our lips touched.
The tip of her
tongue moved across my lips gently coaxing them apart. At
the same time, her hand was between my legs and her finger
worked its way under the edge of my panties. My heart pounded;
unsure what was happening but not wanting her to stop.
was like a feather brushing across my lips. I opened my
mouth and she explored the warmth inside. Then her finger
found my slit. This was the first time anyone had ever touched
me there, and it sent a shudder through me. I opened my
legs and she slid her finger inside. I thought I would faint
as a wave of excitement swept over me. Suddenly, my hand
was inside her panties feeling her soft fur, my fingers
searching. I was eagerly returning her kisses now, our tongues
exploring, sharing the heat of our mouths.
I felt her clitoris,
and as I touched it, she quivered and moaned, spreading
her legs for me. My body was wet with sweat, my crotch soaked.
I had smelled my own arousal many times when I fingered
myself, but now there was something new: Patti's scent drifted
up to me. Knowing I made her wet left me dizzy with excitement.
We were both
breathless, our hearts pounding, our bodies wound together
like a knot. We climaxed at the same time, fighting to keep
from crying out and awakening my parents. As I tried to
catch my breath, I brought my hand to my face. It was covered
with Patti's juice, and I touched it to my lips, tasting
another girl for the first time. It was the most intimate,
sensual feeling I had ever experienced. I was light-headed,
scared that it was only a dream. Tasting her was intoxicating,
and I craved her soft moans in my ears again. What a delicious
secret: my best friend who slept in the same room with me had
the power to take me to heaven, and I her. Rapture washed
over me as I thought of all the possibilities. But the best
was yet to come.
Each night, we
would wait until we were sure everyone in the house was
asleep. Then, as the wind howled outside, we would be under
the covers, kissing and loving. Sometimes, Patti would awaken
in the middle of the night, shed her panties and tiptoe
across the room to my bed. While I slept, she would slip
under the covers, her hands finding the warmth between my
legs. Her tongue would move across my nipples making them
hard, and I would wake up with her fingers already inside
me, her sweet mouth on mine. The next morning, I would wonder
if it had really happened or had it just been a delicious