This is the story about how I started to enjoy sex and experienced love for the first time. This is my first sex story I've ever written, but if people like it I'll probably do more about my other adventures. To be honest I intended to write about how I ended up with my sister, but as I was writing it it only felt right to let this be all about Sarah. I hope you enjoy it! I was one of the first girls in my school to develop breasts, which this garnered a lot of attention from the boys in school.
By the time I was 15 I had developed into a full d cup while still maintaining a slim figured. With my black hair barely covering my ears, hazel eyes, and pale white skin I never really thought of myself as more than cute. I had no interest in trying to attracted anyone so I dressed modestly, not that my body didn't still stand out.
Regardless I had no interest in dating as I had never really found guys attractive. I will admit I was masturbating almost nightly at the time, but instead of a specific person I focused on how it made me feel. This was just the way I was, nothing strange about it. Finally there came a time when this guy in school was pressuring me a lot to go out with him.
Most of my friends told me to go for it and even my parents thought it would be good for me to start dating. After feeling pressured all around I accepted. Naturally, being a horny teenage boy our dates would quickly turn into him playing with my breasts and kissing me. To be honest even though he was pretty clumsy and I wasn't attracted to him, I really liked the feeling of having them touched and played with.
I tried to play the role of a good girlfriend, letting him kiss and touch me as he liked, but naturally he always wanted more. He began making me stroking him while he would suck on my breasts.
Something about it did excite me, the feel of a hard cock slick with precum as he tried to devour my breasts was certainly a new experience. After doing that a few times he tried slipping a hand into my panties and discovered how wet I got. From then on I was doomed, he knew he could excite me and loved to tease me with it. I quickly started to feel less like a girlfriend and more like a sex toy, particularly when he began making me give him blow jobs.
I didn't know about submission at the time, but the feeling of serving and pleasing someone sexually definitely effected me even though he was a jerk about it. Naturally this lead to sex, which he gave to me as his present on my 16th birthday. There was no passion or pleasure, just violation. Still let him, wanting to live up to what I thought a good girlfriend would be. One day He asked me to come over his house after school for another fuck session, begrudgingly I put off my homework and did as I was told.
As usual I dressed in a tight blouse and miniskirt with my sexiest bra and panties available per his instructions. The door was unlocked when I got there so I let myself inside and went up to his room only to find him fucking another girl from school. She was riding him and he just waved at me and said, "hey." "What is going on?" I said in frustration and confusion. "Oh, I'm breaking up with you, Tiffany is a much better fuck, but if you wanted to join in." He was so nonchalant about it that I was furious.
As if agreeing to date him and do all of those things was no big deal and meant nothing to him. I started thinking that I had done something wrong or wasn't good enough. All I could do is run out of the house and get home as soon as possible, crying all the way.
When I got home I called my best friend Sarah and began babbling incoherently until she told me she was coming over. By the time she got there I had calmed down a bit and just sat on my bed curled up into a ball. She quickly shut the door and sat next to me, wrapping her arms around tight.
I always thought Sarah was very pretty. He had light brown hair that draped over her shoulders, a thin body, thin lips, and glasses which couldn't hide her stunning green eyes. It looked like she had just thrown on her shoes and ran over since she was in sweatpants and a t-shirt. It felt good to having someone holding me who cared about me. After I spilled the whole story of everything he made me do and what had happened she did he best to calm me down and tell me it wasn't my fault.
She was right, I never should have agreed to date him or do all of those things. Sitting there on my bed I left loved in her arms like I never had with him. She looked into my eyes and told me she thought I was beautiful, sexy, sweet, and loving.
That I was too good for him and deserved someone who would love me. That is when it happened, she kissed me.
It was soft and sweet, just sucking my lower lip slightly. My mind was blank, I didn't know what to think, feel, or say. All I knew was that she made me feel something I had never felt before and I liked it. She kissed me again more firmly and I kissed back. I had never realized it before, but after a few months of dating that guy I had never once kissed him back.
It felt good so I squeezed her tight, not wanting the moment to end. A small moan left my lips and pressed into hers as I felt her hands moving over my body tenderly. One hand stroking my back with the other rubbing my sensitive breast just slightly through my clothes. I don't know if she was trying to tease me or going on instinct, but my heart was pounding out of my chest.
Her lips never left mine as she touched me, her fingers now delicately unbuttoning my blouse. I purred and cooed against her lips, completely powerless to the gentle pleasures she gave me. Loud moans forced their way into her mouth after she had removed my bra and held my plump breast in her hand, the hard nipple poking her palm. My tongue instinctively darted for hers, needing that comfort and closeness.
We sat there for what felt like an eternity, her hand exploring my breast to learn all of the best ways to make me moan. All the while our tongues cuddling and making a gentle love all of their own. Eventually she pulled back from the kiss, my lips reaching out to hold on to hers with no avail and I realized she was crying. "I love you Amanda," she told me. "I think I've always loved you.
I know I've wanted to kiss you since I was very young. Ever since I learned about sex and began touching myself you have been the only person I could think about.
I imagine kissing you and touching you just like this and now it is real. I'm so happy right now it doesn't matter if you don't love me back I want to show you what it is like to be with someone who really does love you more than anything. anyone else in the world." I was touched. I didn't know what to think, but I loved the way she made me feel bother emotionally and physically.
I gently bit my full lips and nodded as I stared into her eyes. She wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed me again with sudden passion. Her hands moved to remove the rest of my clothes and hers.
Lips moved to my neck, sucking them with sweetness and hunger with our naked bodies tightly together in our embrace. Her lips moved lower, over my collar bone and down to my heart with soft kisses followed by a tender sucking. Lowering her ear to my heart she listened to it pound for her, my heavy breath forcing my breast to press up against her face. Hands moved to each breast, massaging them both more firmly then she did to the one before.
I moaned out loudly and felt my hips rocking against her stomach on their own, a sticky hot wetness smearing over my hips and thighs as I painted her belly with my arousal. Suddenly I realized that my younger sister was home when I heard music go on through the wall. I covered my mouth with my hand just in time to muffle the scream Sarah gave me from sucking my nipple into her mouth.
and rolling her tongue around it. The feelings she gave me were so amazing that I wanted to scream out, but I could get caught, I couldn't let this end.
After a few minutes of that she released my nipple and kissed down my stomach. The anticipation drove me wild. My boyfriend had never been good at pleasing me and had never tried going down on me. Yet here, my beautiful best friend who was in love with me was about to.
My whole body trembled as he lips moved lower and lower, firmly sucking more and more each time. Her lips enveloped my pussy gently as she sucked and moaned with delight, Her small mouth struggled at first, but she was able to get the entirety of my tiny pussy into her mouth.
I could tell that she filled with intense passion which had been bottled up inside of her. She poured it into me like a thick syrup, filling my body with the most pure love and pleasure I have ever felt. As she sucked the honey from my pussy her tongue rubbed and stroked my clit, spinning around it with the same delicate intensity she was so good at stimulating me with.
Before I knew it I exploded with the most powerful orgasm of my life. Sarah continued to kiss and suck at my pussy and clit until my body laid still and my breathing slowed. She laid next to me, and pulled the blankets over us before holding me in her arms and telling me again how much she loved me. We both dozed off to sleep.
I woke up a few hours later and heard Sarah talking to my parents. She explained all about the break up and how upset I was. I was really glad she spared me from having to tell them myself. The next day in school I found out that my now ex-boyfriend had told everyone I was a slut and he dumped me for the other girl. This made the guys chase after me more than ever, but it didn't bother me. All I had to do was ignore them and hold Sarah's hand and everything was alright. I didn't know what I would do if I ever lost her.