Lesbian Female / 35
I was going through my memory book with my aunt and there was a picture of me around 10 in my ballet outfit. It seems like so long ago. I was pretty skinny then, with hair on my shoulders and a mouth to big for my face. I remember my ballet time for one reason, it was the first time I had sex. My ballet teacher, Miss Nichols was in her twenties and one day she was helping me get my tights fixed up and her hand went over my boobs. Not that I had boobs, but I had a little and my nipples were really sensitive and I told her it felt funny when she did that. She touched my boobs again and gently ran her fingers over my nipples and asked me if that is what felt funny. I told her yes that was it, but she assured me funny in a very nice way.
She took my hands and put them on her boobs and had me rub her nipples with the palm of my hands and she told me that it felt funny to her but it also felt so good, it always felt so nice to have your nipples touched especially if the girl touching your nipples was your favorite girl of all times. She let me touch her boobs, put my hands on her boobs and squeeze them but she asked me to rub her nipples because she liked that and if I wanted to I could give her nipples a kiss. My first kiss was on her shirt my second kiss was on her naked nipples, she held my face and told me to kiss them gently, to put her nipples in between my lips and lick her nipples with my tongue.
I played with her naked boobs, and she put my face on her boobs to feel how soft they were, she let me suck on her nipples some more, she held me and kissed my face and told me I was her favorite girl of all times. She reciprocated, lowered my top and kissed my nipples and used her hands to cup my boobs and she held me straight up so we could compare boobs and she told me that one day I would have great big nice boobs like her and when I did she wanted to kiss them.
She kissed my pussy, first gently and then she put her mouth on me and sent her tongue up and down my slit from top to bottom and pushed her tongue inside where it was really sensitive. She told me how pretty my pussy was and how much she enjoyed kissing me and making me feel good. She showed me her pussy and let me touch her and said how much she missed having her pussy like I did, now her pussy was too big and she hated that she had pubic hair all over the place. But she let me touch her, she guided my hand and my fingers and she showed me where her clitoris was and how I could use my fingers to make her feel good. I learned about my clitoris too and how good it made me feel.
Miss Nichols was my best teacher ever, I loved going to her class and being her favorite girl. She hugged me and I could feel how much she liked me, her kisses on my face and the way she combed my hair. Over the following two years my boobs got bigger and she laughed as they did, pinching my nipples which she knew were very sensitive at the time and finding my clitoris and giving me the beginning of orgasms which made me want to kick but she held me until they were over. I was in love with her boobs, her boobs were my dream boobs, it never seemed like my boobs would get big enough, her nipples were hard and I could fit her nipple in my mouth and lick and suck while she found her clitoris and made herself have an orgasm. The first time she had an orgasm it scared me, but she soon calmed me down so I knew when they were happening and that I needed to stay latched onto her nipples until she stopped convulsing.
Those two years with Miss Nichols were my favorite years during my school years. As I grew up and I had to deal with my boobs and my pussy, and I got crush after crush on this girl in choir or that girl in English class. My first reciprocated teen love was with this girl who was on the swim team, she was long and had long hair and she stood so straight. Her boobs were muscled and I loved sucking on her and feeling her and getting her all hot and bothered by pinching her clitoris. She loved it too and we had a long affair which lasted well past our graduation and our first two years of college. Why you fall out of love with your first real love is a mystery, but we did we just remain friends today and our love affair is a silent memory for both of us.
I can't say how many lovers I have had, I used to keep count, but once I was out of college and working I became obsessed with the chase and after I got a girl into bed I lost interest. Most if not all were much like me, same upbringing, same look, same everything, it was like falling in love with myself over and over again. I do love myself too much, in the sense that I have always played with myself and am very good at giving myself orgasms. But, I am currently with a girl, my age who loves to decorate homes and she works for an interior decorating business for rich clients. She tells me about their houses and we look at our small apartment and laugh, but I bet their large houses aren't as pretty as our small apartment. She is me in the mirror, always me I can't like any other type of girl, same hair color, same build, same sense of humor. And she likes having her nipples touched and made to feel nice, I have this feather I picked up at a garage sale and I use it on her nipples and use my fingers on her clitoris in the same way that Miss Nichols taught me when I was in her ballet class.
She took my hands and put them on her boobs and had me rub her nipples with the palm of my hands and she told me that it felt funny to her but it also felt so good, it always felt so nice to have your nipples touched especially if the girl touching your nipples was your favorite girl of all times. She let me touch her boobs, put my hands on her boobs and squeeze them but she asked me to rub her nipples because she liked that and if I wanted to I could give her nipples a kiss. My first kiss was on her shirt my second kiss was on her naked nipples, she held my face and told me to kiss them gently, to put her nipples in between my lips and lick her nipples with my tongue.
I played with her naked boobs, and she put my face on her boobs to feel how soft they were, she let me suck on her nipples some more, she held me and kissed my face and told me I was her favorite girl of all times. She reciprocated, lowered my top and kissed my nipples and used her hands to cup my boobs and she held me straight up so we could compare boobs and she told me that one day I would have great big nice boobs like her and when I did she wanted to kiss them.
She kissed my pussy, first gently and then she put her mouth on me and sent her tongue up and down my slit from top to bottom and pushed her tongue inside where it was really sensitive. She told me how pretty my pussy was and how much she enjoyed kissing me and making me feel good. She showed me her pussy and let me touch her and said how much she missed having her pussy like I did, now her pussy was too big and she hated that she had pubic hair all over the place. But she let me touch her, she guided my hand and my fingers and she showed me where her clitoris was and how I could use my fingers to make her feel good. I learned about my clitoris too and how good it made me feel.
Miss Nichols was my best teacher ever, I loved going to her class and being her favorite girl. She hugged me and I could feel how much she liked me, her kisses on my face and the way she combed my hair. Over the following two years my boobs got bigger and she laughed as they did, pinching my nipples which she knew were very sensitive at the time and finding my clitoris and giving me the beginning of orgasms which made me want to kick but she held me until they were over. I was in love with her boobs, her boobs were my dream boobs, it never seemed like my boobs would get big enough, her nipples were hard and I could fit her nipple in my mouth and lick and suck while she found her clitoris and made herself have an orgasm. The first time she had an orgasm it scared me, but she soon calmed me down so I knew when they were happening and that I needed to stay latched onto her nipples until she stopped convulsing.
Those two years with Miss Nichols were my favorite years during my school years. As I grew up and I had to deal with my boobs and my pussy, and I got crush after crush on this girl in choir or that girl in English class. My first reciprocated teen love was with this girl who was on the swim team, she was long and had long hair and she stood so straight. Her boobs were muscled and I loved sucking on her and feeling her and getting her all hot and bothered by pinching her clitoris. She loved it too and we had a long affair which lasted well past our graduation and our first two years of college. Why you fall out of love with your first real love is a mystery, but we did we just remain friends today and our love affair is a silent memory for both of us.
I can't say how many lovers I have had, I used to keep count, but once I was out of college and working I became obsessed with the chase and after I got a girl into bed I lost interest. Most if not all were much like me, same upbringing, same look, same everything, it was like falling in love with myself over and over again. I do love myself too much, in the sense that I have always played with myself and am very good at giving myself orgasms. But, I am currently with a girl, my age who loves to decorate homes and she works for an interior decorating business for rich clients. She tells me about their houses and we look at our small apartment and laugh, but I bet their large houses aren't as pretty as our small apartment. She is me in the mirror, always me I can't like any other type of girl, same hair color, same build, same sense of humor. And she likes having her nipples touched and made to feel nice, I have this feather I picked up at a garage sale and I use it on her nipples and use my fingers on her clitoris in the same way that Miss Nichols taught me when I was in her ballet class.
