Girls Who Love Girls, Part 2

By Bornlez

In the neighborhood where I grew up, all of the girls were lesbians. I don't mean some of them, I mean there wasn't one girl that I knew of that wasn't a carpet muncher since elementary school. For me this started out early as well.

My older sister and I used to talk about our pussies incessantly. When we weren't talking about them we were actually looking at them and inserting things into them.

The first time I made out with a girl was when we were at the neighbor's house after school being babysat. There were two sisters there about the same age as my sister and me. The two older girls wanted to be alone in the tree house and we were determined to spy on them and find out what they were doing. When we saw them they were lying down on a sleeping bag and making out. We watched them quietly but eventually our excited whispers to each other gave us away.

Eventually they saw us and said we could come in but we had to do what they were doing. I was more than happy to oblige. Her name was Anne and we were in first grade. We lay down on the bed and started kissing. At first we just gave each other pecks but then we were coached into using our tongues. That led to French kissing and necking. Our sisters were now just watching us and giving us instructions.

My sister told us to undress and so we were soon just in panties. Our warm bodies pressed together, my leg between hers and hers between mine. Our kissing became deeper and more intense. I recall how pretty she was, how good she smelled and how good it felt. She was my first girlfriend. We were not exclusive though since all of the neighborhood girls were gay and wanted to have a piece of us.

My sister and I never felt bad about being gay thanks to our mom who was always supportive and for living in a liberal community and school where it wasn't frowned upon at all.

There was another little girl in our neighborhood, Charlie, that had lesbian moms. When I was old enough to babysit I would sometimes sit for her. One evening I got curious and I put on one of their lesbian movies. It wasn't porn but it was pretty close.

I started to get horny and rubbing my crotch through my shorts. Eventually I didn't care that the little girl was seated next to me and I just pulled my shorts off and started to openly play with my clit. She looked at me with wide eyes and I told her that she should try it too. I knew that her moms probably did much more than just masturbate in front of her so I wasn't afraid that she would tell. She was around 5.

She didn't seem like a stranger to masturbation and soon I saw her having an orgasm. I asked her if she did this a lot and she just nodded. A moment later she got up from where she was seated and cuddled with me on the sofa. She laid her head against my chest and we cuddled like that for the remainder of the movie.

After the movie I had to give her a bath. I think I was looking forward to this part more than I cared to admit. I undressed Charlie and then myself and then we got into the warm bath. She couldn't keep her hands off me and nor could I keep my hands off her. We helped get each other clean by soaping each other’s bodies and then went to her bedroom. I was just lying on her bed when suddenly she crawled over my face and lowered her pussy down to my mouth. Her exact words I don't remember but it was something like, "Lick my pussy."

Story: In the neighborhood where I grew up, all of the girls were lesbians. I don't mean some of them, I mean there wasn't one girl that I knew of that wasn't a carpet muncher since elementary school. For me this started out early as well.

My older sister and I used to talk about our pussies incessantly. When we weren't talking about them we were actually looking at them and inserting things into them.

The first time I made out with a girl was when we were at the neighbor's house after school being babysat. There were two sisters there about the same age as my sister and me. The two older girls wanted to be alone in the tree house and we were determined to spy on them and find out what they were doing. When we saw them they were lying down on a sleeping bag and making out. We watched them quietly but eventually our excited whispers to each other gave us away.

Eventually they saw us and said we could come in but we had to do what they were doing. I was more than happy to oblige. Her name was Anne and we were in first grade. We lay down on the bed and started kissing. At first we just gave each other pecks but then we were coached into using our tongues. That led to French kissing and necking. Our sisters were now just watching us and giving us instructions.

My sister told us to undress and so we were soon just in panties. Our warm bodies pressed together, my leg between hers and hers between mine. Our kissing became deeper and more intense. I recall how pretty she was, how good she smelled and how good it felt. She was my first girlfriend. We were not exclusive though since all of the neighborhood girls were gay and wanted to have a piece of us.

My sister and I never felt bad about being gay thanks to our mom who was always supportive and for living in a liberal community and school where it wasn't frowned upon at all.

There was another little girl in our neighborhood, Charlie, that had lesbian moms. When I was old enough to babysit I would sometimes sit for her. One evening I got curious and I put on one of their lesbian movies. It wasn't porn but it was pretty close.

I started to get horny and rubbing my crotch through my shorts. Eventually I didn't care that the little girl was seated next to me and I just pulled my shorts off and started to openly play with my clit. She looked at me with wide eyes and I told her that she should try it too. I knew that her moms probably did much more than just masturbate in front of her so I wasn't afraid that she would tell. She was around 5.

She didn't seem like a stranger to masturbation and soon I saw her having an orgasm. I asked her if she did this a lot and she just nodded. A moment later she got up from where she was seated and cuddled with me on the sofa. She laid her head against my chest and we cuddled like that for the remainder of the movie.

After the movie I had to give her a bath. I think I was looking forward to this part more than I cared to admit. I undressed Charlie and then myself and then we got into the warm bath. She couldn't keep her hands off me and nor could I keep my hands off her. We helped get each other clean by soaping each other’s bodies and then went to her bedroom. I was just lying on her bed when suddenly she crawled over my face and lowered her pussy down to my mouth. Her exact words I don't remember but it was something like, "Lick my pussy."