We were fourteen and we lived next door to each other, back to back across the back yard. We were both very similar in personalities and we hung out together every day. In my room I had this big vanity mirror on the wall and that afternoon we started by taking off our tops and admiring out boobs in the mirror. We started to slap our boobs, not hard but little slaps with our hands to make our boobs bounce. We started to finger our nipples and feel up our boobs while we watched out of the corner of our eye in the mirror. I sucked her boob first and then she sucked my boob. Sheepishly we took off our clothes and stood naked in front of the mirror holding hands.

From boob playing we got down to feeling our pussies and eventually to eating pussy. There was nothing like it, being naked, looking at ourselves in the mirror, playing with our boobs and sucking on them and eating each other. We used the mirror to explore our bottom end, bending over on the bed and looking at our bottom end in the mirror. We took a small mirror from my mother's room and used it to explore. My mother had a long dressing mirror which we put on the floor and stood over and got down in a crouch to see all of our bottom side. And we got naked all the time.

We talked about boys a lot and how it would be that day when we touched a boy or a boy touched us. We both had braces but we still kissed and we joked that if we weren't careful we were going to get hung up on our braces. At sleepovers, which we had almost every weekend, we slept naked together, never going to sleep before we had a long session of kissing and touching and going down on each other. During that fall and up into the next spring we probably got naked together three out of seven days every week.

In the eleventh grade we finally did what we had talked about. We did it with a boy. Sex was me pulling my pants down and leaning back on the bed and he getting on top and sticking it in. He came the minute he got his penis in. It would take a whole lot of other times before we got to the point of having sex and enjoying the getting hot time more than the fuck time. There was a huge difference between me and the boys at that time. I wanted to be felt up, kissed and touched. They wanted to fuck. Generally they got to fuck pretty quick.

During that period of time, our senior year in high school my girlfriend and I would get in bed under the covers and spend hours kissing and touching each other. We no longer had braces and we could kiss for an hour, just gently feeling our boobs or touching ourselves down under. To this day, and we are way up in our twenties now, sex with a guy is a wham bam thank you ma'am thing, but a long hot bath with her and laying naked together on a bed just enjoying kissing and touching is the way to go. I've had orgasms with my husband, but orgasms with my girlfriend are way different. We can build one up, level one to level ten, slowly, we know how to do it, until the moment comes when you explode.

Fortunately we stayed together, we married boys from town and we are as close together and we were growing up in our old neighborhood. We can sit on the couch in the afternoon while the kids are taking a nap and just kiss the afternoon away. I love kissing her, I love holding her, I love touching her, I make love with her. For all the hormones when I am with my husband, my other hormones with her are just better. Maybe because we have so much practice, but no one is ever going to convince me that laying in bed naked with your girlfriend, warm under the covers isn't better than having your husband throw off the covers and he goes to work on you. It's not he same, never has been, you just can't whisper things you like to him. That is why we live next door. Right next door, we just have to walk across the yard to see each other.