Chapter 1
My name is Terri, and I am seventeen years old now.
I am a lesbian, but that is not the way that I define myself.
You want to hear how I define myself? I call myself a revolutionary.
A revolutionary lesbian, I guess. That completes the definition.
But I have not always been this way. In fact, until just a few months ago, I was nothing but a spoiled, little, rich girl, one of the wealthiest girls in Victory, Missouri. But that was before my sister came home from college to show me all the things that I had been doing wrong with my life, all the things that I had been thinking wrong in my head.
My sister, Linda, made me a revolutionary with her love and her teachings.
And this is my story, the story of my making it as a cunt-loving revolutionary.
The lesbian streak in me is strong, and it makes for a major part of my story. You see, I don't think that I could have ever become a real revolutionary for the people if I had not first become a lesbian. So I guess that I should start there, with my discovery of girl-to-girl love.
It happened last spring, the spring of my junior year in high school.
That was only a few months ago. It seems that my change, my metamorphosis happened very quickly indeed. I guess that I was just ready for the change, ready for all the things that I learned about lesbianism and revolution.
First, however, the lesbianism. That always comes first, doesn't it?
As my sister used to say to me, sex always comes before revolution. It is impossible for a virgin to man the barricades and fight for the people with any zeal at all.
I was introduced to lesbianism by Nancy, a thirty-year-old, blonde divorcee who was a member of my class-my parents' class. She was very wealthy too.
Yes, I should tell you about my class here in Victory, Missouri.
My father is the president of the town bank and my mother runs a clothing store for women who want to buy the latest fashions from Europe and New York. We live up on the mountain, where all the wealthy people in Victory lived. And we had a swimming pool and we had a big, white house. We lived close to the old, Harper mansion, the house that was once owned by the man who actually ran the town. But that house is owned by somebody else now because old Mister Harper died and his son was murdered in some kind of strange fight with a stranger who had obviously been fucking the younger Mister Harper's wife and the wife went crazy. That is the kind of tragedy that can strike the small-town rich, you see.
And I guess the same kind of tragedy has struck my family now.
Anyway, back to Nancy. As I said, she was a member of my social set. She had inherited a lot of money from her father and she lived in a big house down the road from my family's house. She was married for a few years to a worthless ass named Richard, but she threw him out and got a divorce because she just could not stand him hanging around the house and spending her money any longer. At least, that was the story that got around Victory. But it was not the complete story. I guess there was some truth in it, but I know the reason that Nancy really threw Richard out of the house and divorced him.
I know that she did it because she went away to St. Louis for the summer and discovered just how sweet woman-to-woman love could be. When she found out about her own lesbian desires, everything came into focus for her and she understood for the first time why she had never really enjoyed fucking Richard or any other man. Then she threw him out. She did not want to be reminded of men any longer. She wanted women, only women, and she especially liked teen-aged girls such as myself.
But I am getting ahead of my story here. I should tell you about the afternoon that she seduced me, but, before I do, there is one other thing that you should be aware of.
I had fucked a boy too before I ever went to bed with Nancy. I had fucked Ralph, a handsome seventeen-year-old who was also part of my social set. But I had not really enjoyed it that much. When it was over, I felt a little empty and that worried me. I wondered if there was something wrong with me, and I certainly could not talk about such things with my mother of my father and my sister, Linda, was away at college.
I sat around the house for a full day and worried about my response to Ralph, the emptiness that I found inside me, the emptiness that I did not think should be there. I needed someone to talk to about that emptiness, and I wondered who I could talk to. Then I thought of Nancy. She had been very nice to me before and she had always seemed interested in me. I did not know at the time, of course, just how interested she was in me.
But I called her on the phone and asked if I could come over and talk to her.
She said that she would be happy to see me. It was on a Saturday evening. I had fucked Ralph the afternoon before, on a Friday afternoon.
It was springtime and everything was turning green and growing, but I felt so empty as I drove to Nancy's house in my new sports car that I thought I was going to cry.
I fought back the tears and pulled into the long drive-way of her house and got out and knocked on her front door. She answered it immediately.
She was dressed in a blue work shirt that she had tied up at the waist and she was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans. Her feet were bare, but she did not look like a peasant. She had a regal kind of look to her, even dressed in that fashion. She smiled at me and tossed her long, blonde hair and opened the door wide to let me in.
That was the way I used to think of people who were not of my social class. It seems silly now but I often thought of them as peasants, as if I were a member of some noble group that ruled over the rest of the people in town with some sense of kindness but high-mindedness too.
I went into Nancy's house and she led me into the parlor. She pointed towards her little sofa, which I knew was antique and very valuable, and she told me to sit down. She offered me a drink.
Now, I was only sixteen, and I did not drink liquor that often. But I knew that I needed a drink at that moment. I knew that I was going to tell Nancy some of the great truths of my life, and I thought that I needed a drink in order to keep my courage and tell her everything that she would need to know in order to offer me advice on my life and my emptiness.
"Sure," I said, "I would like a drink."
As she fixed two drinks for us, she looked at me with that interest in her eyes, that interest that I did not understand at that moment. I looked down at myself and I remembered that I was dressed like a peasant too. I was wearing a T-shirt over my bare tits and I was wearing cut-offs. I looked at Nancy again. She had long, blonde hair and I had short, dark hair, but, in a strange way, I thought that we could be sisters.
Of course, I had a real sister. Linda. But she was in college and I had never really been that close to her. Linda was nineteen then, almost twenty, a college sophomore and the three and a half-years that separated us in age had always put a gulf between me and Linda. To her, I suppose, I was just a little sister, a troublesome brat who got in her way. She probably had not noticed that I had grown up, that I had turned into a woman.
Or had I? That question kept coming back to me as I looked at Nancy and remembered the things that I had come to tell her, the things that I just had to reveal to someone. If I was a real woman,-I kept thinking, I would have enjoyed fucking Ralph more than I did.
If I was not a real woman, I could not understand what I was. I hoped that Nancy, in her wisdom, would be able to tell me what I was so that I would be able to understand the meaning of my new life.
Nancy walked toward me and sat down on the little, antique sofa next to me. She handed me my drink and watched me as I sipped it. It was sweet and strong and it warmed my throat. She smiled at me.
"What did you want to talk to me about, Terri?" she asked.
I really did not know where to begin. I-took another drink to work up my courage some more.
Then I opened my mouth and the words just came pouring, tumbling out of me, more truth than I had ever spoken before in my life, I think.
"I don't want my parents to find out about-this, Nancy," I said, "and I hope that I can trust you."
She nodded her head and smiled, letting me know that I could trust her, and the words kept coming out. It seemed to me that I had hit a gusher of truth in my soul.
"I fucked for the first time yesterday afternoon. I fucked a very handsome boy from here on the hill and it hurt a little bit. But I had expected that. He was gentle enough with me, I guess. I suppose that, with some other guy, it might have hurt a lot more. But the fact is I didn't enjoy it, Nancy. I didn't like it at all. When it was over, even with his handsome gentleness, I felt empty inside. I did not feel like I thought I should feel. And I just had to talk to someone about it and I thought that you had been married and you could tell me maybe how I should have felt, how a woman feels when she really enjoys fucking a guy. Maybe you could tell me what I was doing wrong. And I thought that I could trust you to keep this to yourself because you understand-you understand-"
L paused. I did not know for certain what she did understand, but her look told me that she read everything that was in my soul, that she did understand me. She smiled at me and sipped on her drink, and I waited there, with my mouth opened slightly, waited for some of her words of wisdom as if they would cure me of something that was fatal in me.
"I am sorry, Terri," she finally said. "I don't know what it is like to enjoy fucking a man."
When she said that, I just looked at her. I did not know what to do.
I had come to her expecting to be told what to do in order to enjoy sex, expecting her to be a fountain of knowledge for me. But now she told me that she did not know what it was like to enjoy sex, and I felt lost. I did not know where to turn. And I did not say anything. I just looked at her and hoped that she would explain it to me, that she would have something to say to me that would make everything make sense, even though she had never enjoyed fucking either.
"I never liked fucking Richard all that much," she said, "even though he was handsome and a lot of women thought that he was sexy too. I don't even know why I married him. It does not make sense any more that I should marry him. I guess I just thought that a woman should be married and Richard was available and wanted to marry me. I guess I just thought I would be natural and act like a woman should act and things would come to me then. I thought that I would learn how to enjoy sex if I just did it enough, but I never did learn to enjoy it with him. I just lay there and I acted like I did, so that I would not hurt his feelings, but I had that same emptiness in me that you said that you had. I guess that you and I are very much alike, Terri, in many ways."
I felt sorry for her, but I wondered how she could talk about this so calmly.
I knew that, if I had been thirty years old and beautiful and regal, if I had been married to a man for years and had never enjoyed fucking him, I would have been climbing the walls with anxiety. I would have been wanting some kind of release from all the things that were building up inside of me. Those things were already burning in my gut at sixteen and I thought that, if I did not get rid of them soon, they would engulf me and destroy me. I wondered how Nancy had lived with such a burning inside her.
She did say that we were very much alike in many ways. If I found out how Nancy got along without enjoying sex, I thought, I might be able to use the same method. At that moment, I was willing to try anything to get rid of that burning sensation that covered my body and worked its way deep into me.
So I asked her the question that came into my head, using the urgent words that I felt in my own body and soul.
"How can you stand it, Nancy? How can you stand to live if you don't enjoy sex?"
"I did not say that I did not enjoy sex," she told me calmly. "I said that I did not enjoy fucking Richard."
"Oh," I murmured, "you enjoyed it with other men then?"
"No," she said flatly. "I tried other men and they left me as empty as Richard did."
I was back in my confused state then, the state in which nothing seemed to make sense to me. I looked into her eyes and waited for her to explain. I knew that she could see my confusion and I knew that she would explain.
She would have to explain because she was my friend.
She spoke to me softly and leaned in close to me as she said it.
"I will keep your secret, Terri," she said, "if you promise to keep mine."
"Oh, yes, Nancy," I vowed. "I will not tell anyone. I just need to know myself. I need to know how I can live without enjoying sex with men."
She smiled at me and she touched my hair lightly with her fingers and then she told me, she revealed the truth that changed my life forever.
"Women, Terri," she said softly. "I make love to other women."
There was silence in the room for the longest time, for what seemed to be an eternity to me as I tried to put that information into my brain. I had heard about lesbians, of course, but I had always thought of them as ugly women who could not get a man, women who looked like men themselves. But Nancy was not ugly. I had seen her at parties at my parents' house and I had seen the way that the men-including my father-crowded around her and fought for her attention. She could get any man that she wanted, I thought, but she did not want men. Men did not please her. Women pleased her.
And, for some reason that I could not explain, the whole thing seemed to make perfect sense to me. I opened my lips and asked her to reveal more.
"Tell me more, Nancy. Tell me how you discovered this."
She grinned and sipped on her drink before she started her story of discovery.
"I kept fucking Richard and occasionally some other men until last year," she said. "Then I went to St. Louis to visit some friends there and I was alone one night and I went downtown and I walked into this bar. I seemed to be drawn to that bar by some power. I did not know what I would find there, but I thought that I would find something that would make everything worthwhile to me. I knew that it was a bar that women went to with other women, and I went into that bar by myself and looked around and saw those women and I felt at home right away. I walked up and ordered a drink and started talking to this cute, little thing named Jasmine who was sitting there. And, within a half hour or so, we were in her car, headed for her apartment. We were going there to make love."
She took another drink and I wondered if I was breathing. I was so caught up in her story that I could not tell for sure if any air was going into my lungs.
"Jasmine and I made love that night, made love as only women can make love to each other, and I wound up spending the summer with her. She introduced me to her friends and I made love to some of them and, with each woman, I felt that satisfaction that I had never felt with a man, that I had never felt with Richard. I found my home there with Jasmine and her friends and I wanted to stay in St. Louis for the rest of my life. But then I had to come back here and manage my financial affairs. When I got back, I told Richard to get the hell out of the house and go back to California, where he came from. I did not need him for anything now and I knew that he would never be able to please me the way that women had pleased me, the way that Jasmine and her friends had pleased me. I still go to St. Louis every couple of weeks and visit my friends there and find the satisfaction that evades me here in Victory, but I must admit that I feel a little lonely here and I wish that I could find some girl or some women who would give me the kind of pleasure that I really need."
And I said it before I even realized that the words were out. I looked over her body and her face and found her appealing and sexy and I thought the words and I guess I said them at the same time. They just came out.-But I never regretted that they did.
"I will give you pleasure, Nancy," I said softly. "You and I were much alike."
That is how it happened. I guess that Nancy had hoped that I would say something like that. I guess that you could say that she seduced me with her story about Jasmine and the women of St. Louis.
But the fact is this: I did not feel as if I were being seduced at all.
I just felt that I had found a home, a home there in Nancy's sexy arms.
She put those arms around me and kissed me lightly on the mouth. Her mouth was cool and her breath was sweet. Then she pulled away from me and set her drink down and got up from the antique sofa. I got up too and she reached out and took my hand.
Together, we walked through the big, empty house towards the upstairs bedroom.
We did not say anything. We did not have to say anything.
We were both feeling right at home and that house did not seem empty at all to either of us. We held each other's hand and we walked up the stairs and into the bedroom.
Nancy's bedroom was white and the sun came through the window next to the bed. It was almost nighttime, but the last bits of sun for that day warmed that white bedroom and made me feel warm too. I felt especially warm when Nancy put her arm around me and. held me close to her and we both looked at the big, white bed there.
We both knew that we were going to spend some time together on that bed.
And she felt so soft and yet so hard against me, so womanly and yet so strong.
I knew that she would be a good teacher, and I knew that I would never be the same after this lesson of love from Nancy.
I turned and put my hand on the side of her face and we kissed each other again.
But this kiss was different from the one that we had shared down in the parlor.
This kiss was not soft and quick. If was soft, but it was a long, tongue-lashing kiss and I put my arms around her neck and she put her arms around my back and we held each other very close and I felt the warmth of her body flow into mine and I felt at home.
This was the answer, I kept thinking, and this would allow me to live without that burning sensation, that terrifying need, engulfing me in sexual flames.
And it seemed to me that Nancy was my sister in a very special way.
She moved her tongue into my mouth and then she drew that tongue back and I moved my tongue into her mouth and we held each other very close. When that kiss was over, she ran her lips and tongue over my neck and I gasped against her and felt my tits move against hers and I knew that we would be the best of lovers.
I did not think that there was anything strange about this relationship, from that very first moment. I did not really need to be prepared for the love of a woman.
Everything seemed so natural with Nancy. In a way, that afternoon before, when I had fucked Ralph, had been the time of perversion for me. That had not been natural at all.
We pulled apart and smiled at each other and Nancy even winked at me. I thought that was sweet of her. I winked back.
And then I pulled off my T-shirt slowly, pulled it over my head.
And I showed Nancy my breasts. She smiled when she saw them in that late-afternoon sunlight.
I have nice tits, big and round and high on my girlish body, the kind of tits that look good when they are jiggling there on my body, when I do not wear a bra.
But I had never felt so proud of my tits before.
When I saw the way that Nancy looked at them, when I saw the sparkle in her blue eyes as she looked at my breasts and appreciated them for what they were, as only another woman could appreciate breasts, I felt very proud of my tits.
"You are very sexy, Terri," Nancy said with a soft voice.
And I shivered and felt very sexy, sexier than I had ever felt in my life.
"Show me yours," I said with a passionate tingle in my throat. "Show me your breasts, Nancy."
And the blonde woman smiled and unbuttoned her blue, peasant-like workshirt and untied and pulled it off to show me her own fine, sexy tits.
They were not as big as mine, but they were beautiful. They were high and pointed and they looked like two fine pieces of fruit, wonderful fruit meant only for another woman. I felt my cunt tingle with excitement as I studied those tits, and then I returned her compliment with feeling.
"You are beautiful, Nancy, and you are so fucking sexy."
We stood there for a little longer and just looked at each other and then Nancy made the next move. She reached out and touched my tits with her hands and squeezed my breasts lightly as the flame shot through me and made me wallow in desire with her.
I reached out with my own trembling hands and I touched her breasts and held them and squeezed them just as she was doing to me.
And this exchange of warm touches that we were giving to each other made me feel more wanted and more wanting than I had ever felt before in my girlish life.
I spoke to her a voice that was filled with all of my wanting.
"Oh, Nancy," I sighed, "this is wonderful. This is so much better than men already."
And the blonde pulled away from me and smiled at me.
"And it has only just begun, Terri," she assured me with her own soft voice.
I shivered and my cunt quivered when I thought of that, of all that Nancy and I still had left to do together, of all the ways in which this blonde woman would train me. I could hardly stand up in my passionate frenzy. I wanted to learn more about sex and softness from her. I wanted to do everything to her that a woman could do to another woman.
Yes, a woman. That is the way I thought of myself at that moment.
Before that instant, I had always considered myself a girl, a fresh, little thing who still had a lot to learn about life. Now, now that I was on the verge of learning something that I knew would be very important to me, I sighed and felt like a real woman. Nancy had turned me into a woman with her soft touch and I knew that my womanly nature would only grow as this lesson in lesbian love moved on to its climax.
Nancy grinned at me again and loosened her cut-offs and pushed them down her long, lovely, tanned legs. She stepped out of them and stood before me naked. I gasped when I saw her that way. I had never thought that I would be able to find another woman so appealing, but I found her beautiful, sexy, wonderful.
The light-brown bush that grew between her legs was thick with hair and it looked soft, so soft that I wanted to make a pillow of that bush, to lay my head on that pillow and sleep soundly for the rest of my life.
And Nancy knew that she was beautiful too. She was proud of her body.
She stretched her arms and her legs and turned slowly and let me take in all of her, her nice, rounded buns, her strong back, her tits, her bush, her legs, her face, everything.
And everything about her made me hungry for her kind of lesbian lust.
Then she looked at me and I knew that she wanted me to do the same thing that she had done. I knew that she wanted to see my naked body, and I felt very proud that such a sexy woman would have any interest at all in seeing me naked. I slipped out of my sandals and then I loosened my cut-offs and pushed them down with my white panties too. I wanted to be naked as soon as possible for that beautiful blonde who stood there, waiting to see me.
My body was rounded, younger, a bit whiter than hers. She obviously sunbathed in the nude, I thought, for I could see no white lines on her fine, sexy flesh.
I had those white lines and I determined to come over here and sunbathe with her often, so that I could have that fine, solid glow on my body that she had on hers.
I stepped out of my clothes and then I stood naked in front of Nancy.
When she smiled at me, I felt charged with sexy power and sexy pride.
She saw me naked and she liked what she saw.
As Nancy had done, I turned around slowly. My own bush was black, like my hair, and it was not as soft and hairy as hers. But I could tell that my young twat appealed to the woman and I could tell that the rest of my rounded, girlish body appealed to her too.
I turned with pride so that she could see all of me. And then I stood and faced her as we both studied each other's nakedness. Then I glanced at the bed and she laughed out loud and tossed her head back and made her blonde hair fly in the late afternoon breeze.
"Can't wait, can you, Terri?" she asked.
"No, I can't," I admitted.
And I was telling the truth. I wanted to go to that bed and I wanted Nancy to join me there and show me all the techniques of lesbian love that she knew so that I could know them too.
Nancy turned and headed for the bed with a soft, barefoot padding on the cool, hard-wood floor of the bedroom. She moved gracefully, like a dancer, and the feminine muscles of her body made her look like a sleek, jungle animal. I sighed as I watched her and I wanted her even more after seeing her move. I could not wait to learn all that she had to teach me about placating that burning feeling in my body, about filling that emptiness that was deep inside me.
She turned and sat down on the bed and beckoned me to her with a smile.
And I went to her. I tried to walk in the sleek, jungle way that she had walked. But I was too excited, to anxious to get it on with her. I bounced to her like a little girl. I would have been embarrassed about that girlisliness except that I could see in her blue eyes that that was part of the appeal that I had for her, part of the reason that she wanted to show me all that she knew about love and lust and bedroom antics.
I sat down next to her on the bed, sat down very close to her.
Nancy put her arm around my waist and hugged me as she explained the way that it was going to happen, on this, the first time that we made love. I listened carefully to her explanation. I wanted to get it right, to do it just right for her and for me too.
"The first time," Nancy said, "I will take control. I will do it to you and make you feel good. That way you can learn what you like.
"I am sure that we will both like much the same kind of thing, Terri. You are very much like I am."
And I nodded my head girlishly, with eager agreement.
I wanted to be just like she was, sexy and willing and fiery with lust for other women.
I wanted to live the kind of live that Nancy lived, and I wanted to live much of it with her.
I suppose that, in my girlishness, in my lesbian virginity, I thought that I was actually in love with Nancy at that moment. It was not until later that I found out that other women could inspire in me the same kind of lust, the same kind of warm and sexy passion and eagerness.
But I am getting ahead of my story, and I don't want to do that.
I want to tell you exactly and in detail the things that Nancy did for me.
With her arm around me, she lay back on that big, white bed and I lay back with her and felt warm and at home in her arms.
She turned me and turned to face me and she kissed me again with her soft, eager mouth. She drove her tongue deep into my own opened mouth. That tongue felt good in me and I wondered at that second where else that tongue would be before the night was over, before this first, learning session was finished for me.
I suppose I had some kind of idea even then what girls did when they made love to each other. I suppose I felt it in my spirit and I suppose that something in my heart led me on with her. But I wanted to know for certain and I wanted Nancy to show me in her own special, sexy way, show me just what girls did when they were attracted to each other, what girls did in order to kill that hunger that was deep inside them, that hunger that no man could really understand.
Nancy kissed my face softly and ran her tongue over my neck again and sent that chill into my spine, that chill of lust and eagerness that I had already felt so many times that afternoon.
Then we moved up on the bed together where we could be more comfortable.
The blonde woman ran her hand over my naked body, touching me with a fluttering touch of her fingers, and she moaned to me with words that made me newly proud of myself.
"You are so sexy, Terri," she said, "Sexier than any of the women in St. Louis."
I closed my eyes and felt those words enter me and those fingers touch me and felt wonderful.
"The women in St. Louis are older and more jaded, Terri," she said. "Don't ever become jaded. Keep that girlishness for as long as you can."
"I will, Nancy," I promised with a sigh.
I spread my legs as I felt her fingers moving down to that place between them, to that spot where I wanted Nancy's fingers to be. She ran her fingers over my black, sparse, young cunt-hair and I shivered with that touch. Ralph had not touched me there the night before. Even with his gentleness, he was still a male and he had only wanted to fuck me, to shove his stiff cock up into my cunt. I knew that Nancy was in no hurry and that made me feel even warmer toward her, as if I was more of a complete being for her than I had been for that boy the day before. For Ralph, ultimately, I had been a cunt and a pair of tits that he played with in order to get hard. For
Nancy, I was a complete person, and she wanted to touch all of me.
She slipped her fingers over my wet pussy lips and I felt those lips vibrate with lust when she touched them. I gasped and put my arms around her and held her close to my own, girlish, naked body.
This was it! I could already feel the hunger leaving me, the hunger that had engulfed me.
Nancy took her fingers away from my cunt, as if she did not want to give me too much pleasure too soon. And I respected that decision. I wanted to climb slowly with her. I wanted to move up to the peak that I had never visited before and then I would do whatever she wanted me to do in order to float down with an orgasm.
The blonde woman ran her fingers over my soft inner-thighs and that felt good too, warming and exciting. I could feel my own girlish muscles clench and tighten with the enthusiasm, the sexual greed that was filling me. I wanted more and more of her. I wanted more and more of the experience and the lesson that she was giving me with her wild and rapid and sexy and soft fingers.
Nancy moved down my body and started to lick one of my tits. She ran her tongue over the top of the mound and I shivered with desire. This was so great, so wonderful. And her tongue was warm and wet and lively, all the things that a girl wants from another woman's tongue, I thought. She licked my soft flesh with a rapid movement and I knew that she was heading for my nipple, for that soft pinkness that was already getting hard and bumpy with the thrills that she was giving me.
What woman could want anything more? My mind exploded with that question.
Ralph had sucked on my tit the day before, but he had not given me this pleasure. He had not made me wait at all. He had just clamped his mouth on my tit and sucked away while he played with his cock and got it hard. Nancy knew that part of the sexual pleasure that a woman got from any experience in bed was heightened by the waiting, by the knowing and the waiting. I knew that she was going to suck on my nipple with her wet, warm, soft mouth, and I heaved because I wanted her to do just that. But I had to wait, to wait until she knew that I was ready to receive her mouth with all of my girlish enthusiasm. I lifted my body on that bed and tensed my muscles and moaned to her.
"Oh, Nancy, your tongue is wonderful," I sighed.
But the blonde still took her time, still kept me waiting. She ran her tongue down my tit and by-passed my nipple for the moment. She lifted my breast, the gland that suddenly seemed like a mountain on my body because it was so filled with nervous and sexual desire, and she ran her tongue under my high jug. I shivered and moved on the bed as she continued to touch me with her fluttering fingers and hold me down.
It was terrific, absolutely marvelous!
The soft flesh under my tit had never been touched by another human being like that. Naturally, Ralph had not known how pleasant and exciting such a lick would be, how sensitive the nerves under my breast were. I had not known myself until that very moment. But Nancy had known because she too was a woman, a woman experienced in the ways of womanly love.
And now she had shown me just what it felt like. I recorded the sensation in my feverish brain and I vowed to do the same thing to her when it was my turn to please her in that womanly way.
She ran her tongue under my tit again and made me shiver with the lust that I felt for her at that moment.
I put my hand on her head and felt her soft blonde hair and sighed to her.
"Oh, that is wonderful, Nancy," I moaned. "I have never felt like this before."
Then she let my big tit rest on my body and worked her tongue slowly up the curve of that mountain and I knew that, this time, she was going to suck on my pink nipple. I knew that I was finally going to feel what that touch from a woman was like. I knew that it would be better than anything I could ever feel from a man. I yearned to have all of that passion centered on my nipple, and I took my hand off her head so as not to delay her in her movement to that nipple.
I put my hands on my own head and lifted my tits high with my movement and tensed my body and waited, waited with that thrilling sensation of her tongue and her lips filling me up with desire that I had never felt before in my teen-aged life.
And, finally, Nancy put her warm, wet mouth on my nipple and kissed it softly.
And I sighed and dug my fingers deep into my own dark hair.
She kissed the pinkness again with another soft touch.
And my body bucked convulsively with the yearning that I felt for her.
Then Nancy, my teacher and my lover and the older woman of my life, the woman who was filling me up and giving me more pleasure than I had ever hoped to experience in bed, that blonde and sexy Nancy sucked my nipple into her lips and sent the soft heat of womanly lust coursing through my body, heading for my quaking, girlish cunt.
It was terrific! And I knew then that I would always be a certified, dedicated, girl-loving girl.
I knew then that nothing I could have with a man could match the pleasure that I was having at that moment.
Again, I put one of my hands on her soft, blonde hair and rubbed her head lightly with my fingers to let her know how much I enjoyed what she was doing to me.
And I kept my other hand on my head and rubbed it and felt united with Nancy in a very sexy and womanly way. I had never felt so united with anyone before.
My nipple got harder and bumpier as she sucked on it and my other nipple also got hard too. I moved the hand that had been in my hair down to my other tit and played with that one as she sucked the other one. I was so filled with passion and lust and pleasure, so filled with fiery, girlish sexuality that it seemed to me that anywhere I touched myself or she touched me was exciting. I was a teen-aged bundle of sexual nerves, sexual fire, sexual lust. I was complete in my sexuality, and I liked feeling complete with Nancy.
As Nancy sucked on my nipple, she lay over my naked body. Without even thinking about it, I moved my leg and slipped my girlish thigh between her legs. She spread her legs for me and I found myself rubbing my thigh against that soft, hairy thatch of wet womanly pussy. I could feel the cream from her cunt seeping onto my thigh and I sighed and felt that I was doing something to please her. I was glad that her cunt was wet because I knew that my own twat was very wet, was quaking with exploding juices that were trickling out of my pussy-lips. I felt that Nancy and I were again alike in a very special, loving way.
And I could not think of any other person that I wanted more to be like.
I sighed and tossed on that bed and touched her hair and my own feverish flesh and continued to work my thigh against her wet pussy as she sucked on my nipple. It was such a delicious feeling. I could think of nothing that would be better for me or for any other girl who felt the hunger that men could not satisfy.
And I wondered how many other girls out there did feel that hunger, did feel that wonderful, desperate fire in their bodies and their souls. I was certain that there must be many of them right there in Victory, Missouri.
Finally, Nancy must have figured that it was time to do something different to me so that I would experience even more pleasure in her arms. She took her mouth off my nipple and she kissed it good-bye with a soft, wet kiss and she started to move down further on my body.
like I said, I had sort of figured out what girls did to other girls.
So I knew in my heart that she was headed for my cunt.
And I could not get over the sudden tension that I felt in my body, the lovely, sexy tension. No mouth had ever been on my pussy before. I was anxious to find out what it was really like, to find out what I would really feel when her mouth was down there, licking me out and giving me pleasure.
"Oh, Nancy," I heard myself sigh, "Lick my pussy. Lick my cunt, Nancy." But, again, she made me wait. She did not dive right into my pussy. She took her time and let the expectation build in me, let the fire build in my body.
First, she moved slowly down my body, licking and kissing my soft, girlish skin.
She ran her tongue into my navel and gave me a shock like nothing I had ever experienced before. I was certain that I had been struck with lesbian lightning.
Then she kissed my navel and I felt the warmth rush into me.
She moved down a little further and began to lick that sparse, girlish hair on my cunt. She made that hair wet and she sent little spasms of lust through my body when she put the pressure on that special part of me. She pressed her tongue down hard on my moan and I quivered and moaned again with the sexy spasms that went through me.
Then she by-passed my cunt and I had to wait at little longer.
The sexy, older blonde woman put her head between my legs and spread those feverish, jerking legs and licked the soft flesh .of my inner thighs. Those licks were so warm and so loving that I almost went insane with lust when she did that.
She worked on both of them, licking first one thigh and then the other. When I glanced down, I could see her blonde head working back and forth. But I did not really want to look at her. I wanted to close my eyes and wallow in the feeling that she was giving me.
So I did just that. I closed my eyes and I put my hands on my own big tits and I sighed and thought of myself as a climbing girl, a girl who was on her way to the highest peak that she had ever reached before.
I had not come with Ralph, of course, but I had played with myself before and brought myself little orgasms in that way. But I knew that I had never experienced an orgasm like the one that Nancy was going to give me. I had never taken my time with myself the way that she was taking her time. I had never done or even imagined some of the things that she had already done to me.
And I kept thinking of how good her mouth was going to feel when it was on my cunt. I kept thinking that that was going to be heavenly and that that mouth and that tongue was going to give me a celestial, lesbian orgasm, the best that any-girl could ever have.
Nancy moved her mouth slowly to my pussy.
When she kissed my cunt-lips that first time, I quaked on the bed and sighed and felt the rocking feeling in my stomach. Her mouth was soft and warm and wet, and so was my pussy. It seemed that the two things belonged together.
I cried out to her with all of my girlish lust.
"Oh, Nancy, do it to me! Oh, Nancy, I can't stand it any longer! Give me your tongue! Drive that fucking tongue into me!"
But she did not do what I told her to do. She was in control and she knew best. She knew that I should wait just a little longer while she thrilled me with more sexy things that I could not even imagine before they finally happened to me.
She ran her tongue around my quivering, pink pussy lips, and I knew that she must be tasting there the special, womanly taste of my juices. I massaged my own tits and I sighed to her. I wanted to know the truth about my inner self.
"How do I taste, Nancy? How does my cunt taste?"
And she, probably understanding how my girlish eagerness was working in my head and making me curious about this, answered me softly and truthfully. I could tell that she was speaking the truth, because no woman could ever lie about something like that.
"You taste so sweet, Terri," she said. "You taste like wonderful fruit and you taste like the sea. You taste like all the good things in the world."
And her answer to my girlish question filled my head with pride again. I was proud and happy that she enjoyed my taste.
I spread my legs wide and murmured to Nancy with all of the lust that I felt at that moment.
"Taste all of me, please," I sighed.
And this time she followed my instructions, although the blonde woman still took her time with me.
Using those fluttering, nimble, womanly fingers, the blonde spread my pussy-lips and moved her fingers into me. I sighed and gasped again and tossed on the big, white bed.
I had played with myself before but it had never been like this.
This time, another woman's fingers were in my snatch. This time, she was controlling the action and I wasn't. This time, I knew that the fingering would lead to something wonderful, to the feel of her mouth on my cunt.
All of this knowledge of new sensations shot through my head and made me feel as if I were going to burst from the sexual lust that overpowered me and grew and grew inside me. I was glad that my cunt was opened, that she had opened it with her fingers. I thought that the sexual lust would be able to escape through that juicy hole sooner or later.
Nancy's fingers went deep into me and I sighed with all of the love that I felt for her and waited. I was used to waiting by now and I knew that the waiting would make it even better. But I still wanted it. I wanted to feel her tongue and her mouth working on my honey-pot. I wanted to explode with all of that lust and that girlish fever, explode with an orgasm right in her beautiful face.
It seemed only right that I do that, I thought.
And I wanted to do right things with Nancy. I wanted her to know that she had thrilled me that much.
Her fingers slipped out of my pussy, but they still held my snatch open.
I looked down and I saw that blonde hair move down over my cunt.
And I knew that it was about to happen. I tensed my body and waited for the first invasion of her warm, wet tongue. It would not be an enemy invasion. It would be like something that was coming home, where it belonged.
And I knew that my cunt would welcome her tongue as a mother welcomed a wayward child, with love and great emotion and great happiness.
I was so happy at that moment that I felt the tears come to my girlish, dark eyes.
The tongue shot into my pussy like a warm, sexy bullet.
And I gasped and felt what I thought must be the ultimate in love.
"Oh, god, Nancy!" I cried. "That is fucking wonderful!"
And I lifted my hips as I spasmed with joy so that Nancy could work into me with more ease. I sighed and tossed and felt that tongue move deep inside me with all of the warmth of womanly love.
There could not be anything better, I thought, anything better than this womanly sex that she was giving me.
Her hands still worked over my body, those fluttering fingers doing their work on my stomach and my thighs. A couple of times they reached as high as my tits and I felt the pleasure that came to me when she touched my big, girlish tits with such a lovely, lively action.
But it was her tongue that I had to concentrate on. That tongue seemed to be everywhere in my juicy cunt at the very same time. That tongue seemed to fill up my pussy and fill up every sexual need that I had ever had in my body.
I rocked on the bed and Nancy lifted my legs and threw them over her shoulders and I dug my bare heels into her tanned back and tensed my muscles again and again as she used her tongue on me, gave me the best tongue-lashing of my life.
And then her tongue was gone, leaving a cavern of cunt open in its absence. I wondered what had happened and I worried for a second. What if I tasted bad now, what if, somewhere deep inside my cunt, she had found something that was sour and had pulled away from it. I moaned and I almost started to cry.
And then Nancy did that thing that was even better than the tongue-lashing that she had given me, and I knew that I had not turned sour on her. I knew that she still wanted me.
She used that quick and sexy and lively tongue and struck it against my quivering, throbbing clit. When she did that, I gasped with a new excitement, as the electricity of what she was doing to me shot up my spine.
She struck me again and again and again.
And each strike added a new bolt of passionate fever to my already packed body. I did not know how much more I could stand of this.
And then Nancy put her warm lips around that clitoris and started to suck on it and my thoughts vanished as the sexy feelings washed through my brain. I dug my heels into her back and bucked against her mouth as she held me down and I cried out to her with a voice that sounded like the voice of the tortured.
"Oh, god! I am coming! God, I am coming, Nancy!"
When I said that, when I announced to her that I was at the peak and ready to have my orgasm, her hands went wild on my body and her mouth sucked with a diligent softness and hardness on my clitoris until I felt that explosion, that wonderful and sexy explosion in my body.
I cried out and lifted my arms high over my head and tensed my body and felt the fire running down from my brain, over my sexy body and out ray cunt, out that clit that she sucked on with such lesbian lust.
It was the greatest orgasm that I had ever experienced and Nancy held onto me and worked with me and sucked on my clitoris until the long and violent thing was over, and I was truly a complete, little, teen-aged lesbian.
Then, when it was over, she moved away from my cunt and climbed up me and kissed my lips and ran her tongue into my mouth so that I could taste a little bit of my own sweetness on that tongue. I sucked on that tongue and gave her pleasure too.
We lay in bed and she held me and I noticed that the sun had gone down and that night had come.
But I thought that it was actually the sunrise of my life.
The sunrise of my lesbian lust and my lesbian life, I thought.
And I felt warm, not kinky and not perverted. I felt warm and at home in Nancy's loving arms.
And I wondered again how many other girls out there would crave the same kind of thing that I would crave, would want their emptiness filled as I had gotten my own filling with Nancy.
I looked at the blonde who held me and I realized that I would have never thought that she was a lesbian when I looked at her at parties and around my house when she visited.
There must be other pretty girls out there who liked girls too, I thought.
And I determined in my teen-aged mind to find as many of those sexy lasses as I could.
First, I thought, I would let Nancy train me in the way to please a woman completely.
And then I would go out and find others. I would share them with Nancy if she wanted me to do that. I would show those other girls just what they had always needed, what they could only get from another girl or woman.
You see, I was a lesbian already.
But I was not yet a revolutionary. That change in my life came later.
But the one thing led to another just as surely as a cunt-lapping from another woman leads to orgasm.
And my story will tell you how that one thing led to another. My story will tell you all.
When you learn about my experiences during the next few months of my life, perhaps you will understand why I now man the barricades and fight for the people, fight those forces that I was once such a complacent member of.
But that came later. When I lay in Nancy's arms that night, I thought only of other girls. I did not think of politics at all.