This is a story I wrote for a friend based on some things she told me, so it is a mixture of something that happened along with a good leavening of fantasy.

Anje’s first time

In a strictly Catholic country, women were still expected to lose their virginity on their wedding night. Not to mix with boys until they were ready to pick one, ready to marry and settle down. Sex was a forbidden fruit not to be experienced until the church decreed. Never mind that she was eighteen, the concept of the age of consent didn’t exist. Consent wasn’t agreeing to sex, it was agreeing to marry.

But Anje had discovered a few things. Of course, like most girls, she’d discovered that there were parts of her body between her legs that liked to be touched. She hadn’t known what it was called at first, but she soon found her clit, soon discovered that if she touched herself just right then wonderful feelings built up inside her. And then, one fateful day, she’d discovered that if she kept going it was even better. The first orgasm of her life burst out of her clit in pulsating waves that took over her entire body for what seemed like an eternity. After that, Anje would not often go to bed without the pleasure of bringing her body to that special level of arousal. Sometimes she’d see how long she could hold herself there, not quite letting herself come for an eternity before finally granting herself the reward of her prize. And sometimes she’d just take fast relief, a quick orgasm before she turned over and slept.

But today Anje would discover something even more exciting than her own pussy. She’d discover another girl’s pussy. Her friend Gina had come over but Anje was busy just finishing up the laundry. Gina had much smaller breasts than Anje, almost a boyish figure.

“Come and give me a hand,” Anje said to her friend Gina. The two girls went down to the laundry room. While Anje took the clothes out of the dryer and folded them, Gina wandered around the room examining the things stored on the shelves.

“What’s this?” Gina asked, holding up an unlabelled VHS tape.

“I’ve no idea. Bring it when we go back up now.”

They put the tape into the machine and pressed ‘play.’ A woman in medieval dress was walking in the woods. She came up to another woman, also in medieval dress, leaning against a tree. The two girls watched, wondering what sort of program they were watching, but they were both completely surprised when the first woman pulled down the top of the second woman to expose her breasts, and then bent down and started to kiss and nuzzle the nipples. They had never seen a movie anything like it.

The girls sat spellbound in silence as the woman leaning against the tree gradually shed all her clothes and guided the first woman’s fingers between her outspread legs. The camera zoomed in to show all the details of the folds of the woman’s pussy, the other woman’s finger making quick circles on her exposed clit before slipping inside the wet cunt.

Anje felt arousal flood into her own pussy. She was so wet she got up and left the room, intending to go and masturbate. But instead she stripped down to her panties and returned. Gina looked stunned when Anje reappeared almost naked, but before she could react Anje straddled her legs and started to kiss her, at the same time grinding her panty-clad pussy against Gina’s thigh. Anje unbuttoned Gina’s shirt and started to kiss and nibble her small breasts just like in the movie that they had been watching. Gina squirmed, half trying to escape and half submitting to the pleasures as Anje’s teeth gently gripped her nipple.

Anje stood up, pushed her panties down and kicked them away. Then she bent forward and unbuttoned Gina’s shorts. Gina half-heartedly tried to push Anje away but Anje was on a quest and in no time Gina’s shorts fell to the floor, immediately followed by her panties. Both girls were completely naked.

Anje roughly forced one of her knees between Gina’s legs so that she was pushing hard against Gina’s pussy as she rubbed her own pussy up and down Gina’s thigh. Anje started to thrust her hips back and forth more vigorously, humping Gina’s leg and bring herself close to orgasm. Anje pinched Gina’s nipples hard as her orgasm started to flow through her. She could feel her own wetness on Gina’s thigh where her own cunt-lips slid back and forth, coaxing waves of pleasure from her climax.

The two girls lay down on the sofa. On the television the two medieval women were now naked on a four-poster bed with their tongues buried in each other’s pussies.

Anje caressed Gina’s stomach and legs, gradually letting her fingers get nearer and nearer to Gina’s pussy. Finally she touched the soft flesh of her mound. Gina moaned and opened her legs a little, giving Anje access. Anje started to touch Gina’s clit over and over, driving her arousal higher and higher. When Gina was just on the point of coming, Anje thrust a finger into her cunt. Her orgasm burst over her and Anje could feel Gina’s cunt flood with her juices. Anje continued to caress Gina’s clit but it was now so sensitive that she pushed her away.

The two girls sat there, absent-mindedly watching the two women fucking on the television, neither of them daring to say anything about what they had just unexpectedly done.

Marie’s first time

Marie lay in bed alone. It was hot. It was always hot in summer. Marie thought of the treat that she was hoping to get the following night. Tomorrow Anje, her cousin, would be coming to stay. On previous visits, she’d hugged her and told her how beautiful she was. But this time she wanted more than a hug and she put together her plan.

However, Marie had recently discovered something else. Girls. Their house was not that large, so when they had guests or family staying, the sleeping arrangements were not that convenient. Sometimes people would sleep on the sofa, on floors. Or, that first time, a friend of Marie’s had shared her bed. Marie had lain there, inches away from her prize, wondering what she dared to do. She decided to pretend to be asleep and touch the girl innocently, throwing her arm across the bed so that her hand landed on the other girl’s stomach. She felt the other girl freeze, unsure of what to do. Should she wake Marie? Should she move Marie’s hand? Marie was thrilled when instead she simply decided to relax and enjoy the feeling.

So next time Marie pretended to stir in her sleep, she moved her hand up, still on the friend’s stomach, but with the side of her hand pressed against the swell of the other girl’s breast. Again the other girl froze and then gradually relaxed. Marie pretended to stir again. She was going to be bold and try and put her hand on the friend’s breast but she lost confidence at the last moment and moved her hand back lower. When she thought about it, she realized that it was more realistic that way, more like someone who was really asleep.

Finally, she summoned up all her courage and stirred once more, placing her hand right on her friend’s breast. The other girl reacted this time, pushing Marie’s hand back down, but only onto her stomach, not away completely. And, just a few minutes later, the next time Marie put her hand on her friend’s breast she was allowed to stay. Marie could even feel her friends nipple in her palm, feel it harden as the other girl was slowly aroused by the seemingly sleeping Marie’s touch. Marie didn’t dare go further that night, didn’t dare admit she was awake, didn’t dare to really move her hand and see what happened. Instead she went to sleep that way, with her friend’s breast in her hand and her friend’s naked body in her mind. But she’d had her first shot of an addictive drug. She’d want another shot and next time she’d want more.

The next day her friend said nothing to Marie about how she’d touched her in her sleep. Of course Marie said nothing either. After all, she had been asleep. Furthermore, her friend would be in her bed again that night and Marie intended to have wandering hands while she slept once again.

That night the two girls got ready for bed, both wearing just thin T-shirts and panties. They got into bed and Marie pretended to be asleep almost immediately. Once again she stirred in her sleep and put her hand on her friend’s stomach. Her friend didn’t even tense this time. She put her hand on Marie’s and went to sleep. Or appeared to go to sleep, Marie couldn’t be sure. She moved again, taking her hand out from under her friend’s and instead of moving up to her breast she daringly slid her hand down and to her friend’s panties. She could feel her friend’s pubes through the thin material. Her friend moved in her sleep, casually bringing one knee out to the side so that her thighs parted.

Marie realized that her friend was awake, and she must know that Marie was awake too. Marie knew she could do what she wanted provided neither of them broke the pretence that they were both asleep, that they didn’t know what they were doing, that they would never talk about it in the morning. Marie stirred again and her hand slipped a little lower, casually falling between her friend’s legs. She could feel the fleshy pillows of her friend’s outer lips, could sense her arousal. Marie didn’t dare do much more that night, but each time she stirred she’d move her hand a little. She could feel the line of the other girl’s inner lips where they peeked out from her slit. Eventually both girls fell asleep, neither daring to take the next step, which would require admitting to being awake. Marie hoped that the other girl might stir in her sleep and come exploring but it didn’t happen.

Neither said anything the next day, of course. But Marie’s friend had a surprise at bedtime when she said that she was running out of underwear. She got into bed in just her T-shirt. Of course it didn’t take long before Marie was feigning sleep. Her friend lay on her back with her legs casually spread, also apparently asleep. Marie tossed in her sleep and her hand, of course, landed on her friend’s sex. Her fingers could feel the heat of her arousal. She’d never touched another girl before, never even seen another pussy up close. She stirred again and her finger pressed in between her friend’s lips. She was very hot and wet. Her friend rocked her hips slightly against Marie’s hand, pretending all the time to still be asleep herself. Marie could feel the tiny button of the other girl’s clit against her finger. She moved her hand in time with her friend’s hip movement, wondering if the other girl was getting enough stimulation to come. She curled her middle finger a little and just the tip entered her friend’s cunt. The other girl lifted her hips a little more, pushing Marie deeper into her hot, tight, wetness. For some time the two of them lay like that, Marie massaging her friend’s clit and slipping a finger into her opening, her friend rocking her hips against Marie’s hand. Marie felt her friend tense up. She let out a tiny moan as she came, her cunt flooded with wetness as it throbbed on Marie’s fingertip. Marie wished her friend would return the favor. Her own cunt was aching to be touched, her clit was standing erect, aching for relief. But her friend was not that adventurous and seemed, now, to be genuinely in a relaxed post-orgasmic sleep. Marie, disappointed, went to sleep too, knowing her friend would leave the next day.

Marie and Anje

But that was a few weeks ago. Tomorrow, Marie would share her bed with her cousin Anje. Anje with the big breasts that she had admired ever since puberty. Anje with mocha colored skin and the long curly waist-length black hair. Anje with the pussy lips that Marie could only imagine. Anje was conservative but impulsive. Marie was hoping that Anje might be adventurous enough to go further than her friend had. She would be pretending to be asleep again the following night, and she fully intended to find out how impulsive Anje would turn out to be.

Meanwhile, fifty miles away, Anje lay in bed. It was too hot to sleep. Anje peeled off her shorts and T-shirt and lay naked underneath the ceiling fan. It didn’t really cool her, it just moved the hot air around. The following night she’d be with her favorite cousin Marie. Marie was the other one who had a strong adventurous streak in the conservative family. She was beautiful, tall and curvy, with magnetic green eyes and pouty lips. Marie was always telling Anje how pretty she was, pushing her medium sized breasts against Anje’s much larger one when the two of them would hug.

As she would often do when she could not sleep, Anje’s mind wandered off to her fantasy world. Sometimes her fantasy world was romantic, serving her ideal husband strawberries and cream as they lay naked in bed. But tonight it was rougher. She imagined that she was naked, bent over a low table with her ankles and wrists fixed to the table legs by leather straps. She was being whipped for some unspecified transgression with a narrow leather strap. Her fingers crept between her legs and started to stroke her clit as she imagined the strokes of the whip falling on her ass, the imagined pain of each stroke pushing her arousal level up another notch. Her unseen tormentor roughly shoved a finger into her cunt. As she imagined this she let her own finger penetrate. Her tormentor started to fuck her with the finger as she started to gently slide her finger for real back and forth inside her wetness. It only took a few strokes before she was coming, imagining her mystery tormentor roughly fucking her as her orgasm peaked and slowly faded away.

In the morning Anje and her family went to Marie’s house. The two families spent the whole day together. Finally it was time for bed. Anje was expecting to sleep on the sofa but Marie had another idea.

“Why don’t you just share my bed? It’s big enough and it’ll be much more comfortable than the sofa.”

“OK,” Anje replied, not really thinking anything of it. A bed seemed more appealing and there would be someone to talk to if they found sleep difficult in the heat.

The two girls changed into shorts and T-shirts and lay on the bed. The heat was stifling and, once again, the fans were ineffective, like trying to sleep under a hair-dryer. There was light coming in from the window so the two girls could see each other as they talked. Eventually Anje started to doze off, genuinely tossing and turning until, finally, she was asleep.

Anje dreamed that someone was touching and massaging her large breasts, gently stroking her nipples. She woke up somewhat, into that half-trance where she wasn’t sure if she was awake or asleep. As she awoke, still with her eyes shut, she realized that her breasts really were being touched. Nobody, apart from herself, had ever touched Anje’s breasts before. The sensation was really good and she felt her cunt getting wet. She didn’t want the feeling to stop but she was also curious as to what was going on. She opened her eyes and saw Marie’s hand on her breasts, but Marie seemed to be asleep. Anje moved slightly and Marie rolled away from her.

Anje didn’t know whether Marie was asleep or not, but it seemed unlikely. She’d never touched another woman’s breast but she didn’t know if she’d ever get another opportunity. Anje didn’t bother pretending to sleep, didn’t bother to casually put her hand over Marie’s T-shirt. She put her arm over Marie’s body, slipped her hand under Marie’s T-shirt, slid up onto her breast and started to pinch a nipple, feeling it instantly harden between her fingers. Marie started to moan with pleasure, her eyes still shut as if she might be asleep.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked straight at Anje. Anje pulled her hand from Marie’s shirt, worried she’d gone too far. They both sat up in bed without saying a word. Then Marie leaned over and started to kiss Anje slowly, softly, not making any sudden movement that might scare her away. She knew Anje had never been kissed before, neither by a boy nor a girl.

The kisses got more wanton and harder. Anje knew she should explore with her tongue even though she’d never done it. Immediately her tongue touched Marie’s and the two tongues intertwined like mating snakes. Marie made her tongue rigid and pushed it deep into Anje’s mouth. Anje had never experienced a sensation like this. Without her consciously deciding to do anything her hands were back on Marie’s breasts. Marie’s hands were also exploring, stroking, kneading and teasing Anje’s breasts.

Marie pulled away. She reached out and grabbed the hem of Anje’s T-shirt. Anje didn’t need to be asked, she put her arms up, and Marie pulled her T-shirt off over her head. She laid Anje back onto the bed. She put a finger to her lips. “Shhh,” she said. Marie pulled her own T-shirt off over her head giving Anje the first sight of her breasts.

Anje was a little scared, but curious as to what was going to happen. She knew she should stop Marie but she also knew that she had no intention of doing so. Marie moved and lay on top of Anje, pressing her breasts against Anje’s. She kissed Anje’s cheeks and moved to the side of her head.

“You are so beautiful,” she whispered, “and I want you.”

Anje was very tense, frightened about what might happen but too aroused to think rationally. She was too excited to speak. Instead, she just nodded her head. She knew she was submitting to whatever Marie wanted to do with her body. Marie smiled and kissed her again, the two girl’s tongues dancing together neither of them seemingly able to get enough of the other.

Marie finally moved lower and licked first one and then the other of Anje’s big nipples slowly and deliberately. Anje had never felt anything so wonderful as jolts of electric arousal radiated through her breasts. Finally, Marie started to suck on Anje’s nipples over and over. Anje wanted to scream with pleasure but knew she must keep quiet. She also knew she was on the edge of orgasm.

Marie smiled at Anje and ran her tongue down between her breasts and onto her stomach. It tickled Anje and she giggled quietly. Anje could feel Marie’s breath and the cool trail of wetness her tongue was leaving as she descended. Finally she reached the top of Anje’s shorts, took them between her teeth. She looked up at Anje with those seductive green eyes and then continued down with Anje’s shorts between her teeth. Anje lifted her hips so that her shorts could slide off easily over her feet as Marie continued to look deep into her eyes. It seemed the most natural thing to do for Anje to spread her legs, letting another person see her pussy for the first time.

On the way back up the bed, Marie kissed the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of Anje’s thighs. Anje was straining, pushing her pussy forward, offering anything and everything to Marie.

Marie gently blew on Anje’s pubes and then slowly moved lower. As Anje watched, Marie’s mouth vanished out of sight, hidden by the curve of her own body. Then Anje was filled with the most wondrous sensations as Marie slowly lapped at her clit with little short movements. Marie sucked and teased while Anje tried to hold off on coming as she let the excitement build as much as she could. Finally, when Anje was just about to explode, Marie stopped licking her, slipped a finger into her and started to fuck her tight virgin cunt. Marie moved back up Anje’s body to once again suck on her sensitive nipples.

Anje felt like she was having an out-of-body experience. Never in her life had she felt anything like this before, not even the most intense masturbation was as overwhelming as this. Finally, her body could take no more and her orgasm burst through her in a pulsating explosion that seemed to go on forever. She felt her cunt rhythmically grasping Marie’s finger as it continued to move inside her and felt Marie’s tongue dancing on her nipple.

Anje lay there for a moment getting her breath back, wondering if she could possibly ever have such a wonderful amazing feeling ever again. She turned to look at Marie lying beside her. She knew it was her turn to give, and Marie’s to receive.

She reached over and pulled Marie’s shorts down. Marie kicked them down the bed and spread her legs. Anje looked down at Marie offering the most intimate part of her body. She had never seen another woman’s pussy before. She moved between Marie’s legs and pressed her own cunt against Marie’s. Even though she’d never done it before, Anje just naturally started to fuck Marie, thrusting her hips back and forth so that the two girls cunts ground together. Marie came almost immediately, the excitement of seducing Anje already had her body at fever pitch. But Anje didn’t stop, Anje wanted more relief for herself and it didn’t take long for her to feel her own climax winding up inside her like a spring. Then it suddenly released and she was coming, Marie pushing her hips upwards against Anje doing everything to prolong her pleasure.

The two women lay together, cuddling and kissing. Every so often one of them would move down to the other woman’s nipples to give a jolt of even more intimate pleasure, but they were both tired now. Finally they moved apart so they could cool down and sleep.

The next morning Anje expected Marie to talk about what had happened the night before, presumably to discuss what they might do next. But just as with her friend earlier she said nothing, she acted as if nothing had ever happened. So Anje kept quiet. She would cherish the memory of her first night of passion for the rest of her life and wonder when next anyone would find her, or maybe his, way into her shorts.