I have never made any secret of the fact that I am attracted to members of both sexes. Having gone to an all girls private school, it was inevitable, I suppose that I would experience female nudity before experiencing the male equivalent and, it is fair to say, that I found the naked forms of some of my classmates to be very attractive indeed. Of course, being at an all girl school, I had to keep this fact pretty much to myself; if there is one thing “worse” than being branded a slut in such an environment, teenage girls being what they are, it was being branded a lesbian. That, however, didn’t stop me being curious.
It was probably inevitable then, that the first time I ever came at (quite literally) the hands of another person, those hands would belong to another girl; “The Girl” to be precise.
“The Girl” and I have “known” each other pretty much all our lives. We went to the same nursery, primary school, secondary school and, although we did different courses at different universities, for a lot of our time as students shared a flat too. From the very first, we were pretty much inseparable; “The Girl” was, however, the dominant personality in our friendship, always the leader, and I was the faithful sidekick.
I can’t actually remember how we ended up coming to have sex that first time. We were 13 and both still virgins and when it came to boys I, at least, hadn’t progressed much further than kissing and letting them occasionally put a hand up my top and squeeze my boobs through my bra; as for “The Girl”, she’d gleefully confided in me recently before this, that she’s given a guy in third year a hand-job. We had both, very definitely discovered wanking and orgasms though.
The fact that we were in bed together wasn’t unusual. We’d been having sleepovers since we were about 4 or 5 and had often cuddled up under the duvet together; it’s just what we did. I remember that we had been talking about boys, and wanking, and orgasms, and how good they felt. I also remember that they more we discussed such things, the more urgent the need to have a bloody good wank became. We were turning ourselves and each other on with our talk and, at some point we stopped talking and started kissing. At some point slightly further in the proceedings, our nightshirts came off and I felt her soft, naked body against mine. The kisses slowly moved down from our lips to our boobs and I remember coming hard as I furiously rubbed my clit while “The Girl” sucked on my nipples. Once I’d recovered, I reciprocated until “The Girl” came too. Then things got even more interesting…
As we were lying there, still extremely turned on, “The Girl” tentatively reached over to stroke my cunt. The effect was immediate. This was the first time anybody other than me had touched my cunt. As I came again, I put my hand between her thighs and mirrored what she was doing to me on her. I can’t remember how many times we both came during that first orgy of finger-fucking but I do remember being relieved that it was a Friday night and we didn’t have to go to school the next day, as neither of us got a lot of sleep.
You will notice that all we did was kiss and finger-fuck each other. Neither of us went down on the other. It would be almost a year before we did that and only after we’d experienced having guys go down on us. The truth is, it never even occurred to us.
That was the first of the countless times “The Girl” and I have fucked each other over the last 30 years. Most often it was one-on-one, but sometimes we’d be the FF of an FFM threesome, and, on a few occasions, we were the girls at the centre of a group fucking.
She was my first girl, and since that night, there have been quite a few others. Nowadays I generally fuck women on a one-on-one basis, or as part of an FFM threesome with Master C, but back in my adult contact site days, I did sometimes respond to ads from couples looking for a bi girl to join them and, as I’ve mentioned before, I’ve also had some all female threesomes.
Of course, it goes without saying that Master C knows all about this side of my sexuality and He allows me to explore it with His blessing. There is, however, one condition to this freedom, and it’s one that I happily accept: namely that I have to tell Master C everything about these encounters, not leaving out a single detail. This of course, almost always results in me receiving a thorough spanking for my misdeed, followed by a very rough, very hard punishment fuck; the purpose of which is to show me exactly what us carpetmunchers were missing. It’s fair to say, Master C does make an excellent point on these occasions, but for some reason, I never can quite learn my lesson…