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This is a story about girls loving each other.  It is
intended for adults, and is not for children.  One more
time so there is no confusion, if you are under the 
age for your area, don't read this story.
Story elements include: ff-teens only; rom; oral

          PRIVATE MEMORIES
                 by
               DONNA Z.

Hi, I'm Donna Z. This is a story about girls together.
In the medium sized mid-western city I grew up in, 
there was a very strong lesbian undercurrent among the
girls in my age group.  This place wasn't some large 
and famous city.  It was just your typical flatland 
place. Of course none of my friends would talk about 
lesbian sex very much, and the lesbian feelings were 
were oh so rampant that we had the pregnant girls to
show how gay it all was too.  But, I was, and still am 
under no illusions about the strenght of the lesbian
undertow in this area.  I should know, I was involved.

I remember like it was yesterday.  I had been playing 
around with my closest friend in a silly, flirty sort
of way since we both were 13.  By 15 we were playing 
around in private.  Just kissing, and feeling, nothing 
especially wild.  By 16 we were more intimate but still
not doing the "adult things."  However, at 17, things
changed. I don't remember exactly what triggered our
jump into the "adult things", I think it was as 
an accumulation of the general ideas about what the 
adults did, that we, in our fumbling, bumbling way
finally worked up the nerve to try.

Oh yes, that was the night to remember.  Indeed, I 
have never forgotten, and never will.  I remember 
walking home after the fateful sleepover and 
slumber party at my best friend, Shonda's house.
Shonda and I were team mates on the swim team, and
though she was taller, we both played girl's basketball.
Shonda and I were considered a salt and pepper pair, 
and no one gave us any trouble, to speak of.  Shonda 
and I had known each other since the first day of 
kindergarten.  Most all of the other kids had known
us for at least that long as well. 

Well, there I was.  Walking home along the park drive.
My head full of wild memories.  I had just had sex,
real sex, for the first time in my life.  I had given
up virginity happily, enthusiastically even.  But, 
I was just a bit troubled.  My sacrifice of virginity 
happened courtesey of a rubber dickey.  But I think
what shocks most girls who really get into the usual 
adult things for the first time is the intensity of 
the feelings and the emotions within a lesbian 
encounter.  There is no comparison that equals that
sort of emotional attachment and feeling.  It isn't
love, at least not because of the sex, it's a sort of
glow, for lack of better words.  You are like, radiant.

There I was, happy as a lark in the trees, walking and 
sort of dancing my way home.  I had just licked a
beautiful black girl to an orgasm within the last hour!
Throughout the night, I had licked and been licked.  I
had felt the waves of orgasm wash over me.  I was tired, 
but happy and radiant, and to top it all off, it was a 
fantastic morning.  Oh yes, I was so happy.  But, I was 
still troubled.  

One thing that will happen is that you is that you feel
that everyone "just has to know that I'm queer!" 
Guess what, it isn't so, unless you tell someone.  In 
an inter-racial lesbian affair, there is at first, the
additional strain of racism that permeates the American
scene.  So, not only do you have that annoying little 
"everybody just has to know" guilt trip, you have the 
"Ummm, I just licked a black girl off, what will the
neighbors think" hassle to endure as well.  Plus, your
partner will have to endure the same goofy feelings too!  
Oh my, if the neighbors only knew!  At 17, and still  
in high school, you don't come out, at least not
around here.  Yet, as I stated early on, in spite of
so-called midwestern redneckery, and "morality" there
were quite a few girls who played with other girls,
though in fairness, most of them were varying degrees
of bisexual.  Still though, there was no talking, period.

From the park drive, I hit the main street in the area
and stepped up the pace a little.  Memories and sounds
of the past night's passion rattled around in my head.
I asked myself little questions like, "I licked my 
closest friend's asshole.  Why did I do that?  Was it 
because of the photos we saw in a garish men's
magazine, or did I really want to say that I found 
her desirable, and yes, lickable, even there, in that
place, right at that moment!"  No one who saw me that 
morning could have dreamed or imagined anything like
that.  Yet I thought that they had to know, which was
nonsense.  Shonda has a beautiful bottom, like many
black girls in great physical condition do.  What's 
more, I thought Shonda would scream in passion when I 
licked her there, she went wild over that attention.

I could see with my mind's eye how it looked in the 
dim light.  That beautiful bulgy bottom, the cheeks 
spreading, the faint, dank oder of that place, and 
how I had let my tongue just hang out as I licked 
my way up through the trench.  But, as I focused 
more on the small hole between her buttocks, I used
the rubber dickey to take her virginity.  In and out
I plunged with the "safe date."  Watching that rubber
dick slide in and out of Shonda from behind, seeing 
that pink thing sliding between her very puffed up 
labes drove me wild.  But the combination of me
fucking Shonda with the rubber dick and licking
her asshole when I wasn't watching the rubber 
thingy sliding in and out, brought Shonda to a 
powerful orgasm.  Shonda literally screamed into 
the pillow as I felt her clenching butt hole with
my tongue while she was rocked with the spasms of her
orgasm.

I remember how she rolled over and all but dragged
me up to her so she could tongue kiss me deeply,
and how she profusely thanked me, over and over.
What was fantastic for me was when she returned 
the favor!  Oral/anal gives me an arousing, tickley
sort of sensation. That, combined with Shonda using
the rubber dickey to take my virginity sent me to a 
powerful orgasm, though it took awhile longer for me
to get off.  What really rocked me was when she just
licked me from clitoris to butt hole again and again,
in long swipes.  That almost made me pass out from the
power of the orgasm that happened.  Men can't do that
like a woman can, try as they might, they just don't
seem to have the touch.

So, now I was getting turned on as I walked down the 
street.  But, I was passing in front a church that had
a real hellfire and brimstone pastor I'll just call,
Forbes. My dad called the place "Forbes' Theater."  Oh
yes, old Forbes, the master of the hysterical, screaming, 
hissy fit sort of preaching, all the time going on
about whores and fornicators and adulterers.  I think 
the miserable old goat would have had a paralytic
stroke if he had seen Shonda and I last night!  
I remembered the little sting, and the light blooding as 
Shonda took my virginity with the rubber dickey.  
I remembered how Shonda licked my honey well after 
her first full plunge with "safe date."  I had done 
that too.  I wondered why, but not for long, as I 
almost broke out laughing at the thought of Forbes 
hysterically shrieking about "You fornicating 
Sodomites!" 

Ah yes, Forbes and "the Sodom of the midwest that we
have allowed our city to become!"  It didn't take much 
for me to crack up at the thought of Shonda and I
standing in front of "Forbes' Theater" making out.
Shonda in her gorgeous leather jeans, and me in this 
nice dress I had, getting kissy and touchy right
there!  I got red in the face and felt the warmth
of embarrassment as I imagined her going down on me.
Or, me going down on her, right there.  That was 
enough fantasizing for awhile, time to get moving.

Down the street looking into shop windows and happily 
thinking about something else, but my thoughts kept
drifting back to Shonda.  I could smell her on my 
sweater.  I swore I could smell her honey well too.
That got me thinking about how she had held my head,
and how her body quaked as I, inexperienced as I was,
licked my beautiful friend to a powerful orgasm, and
it was my first time I had ever done this!  We had 
tried earlier, but we both couldn't stop laughing
at the thought of such a thing.  However, after
we decided to seriously try it, it was no longer
a silly laughing matter.  

I felt strangely empowered.  I wanted to scream out,
"I licked Shonda R. to orgasm last night, sucked her 
ass, fucked her with a rubber dickey and took her 
virginity, what's more boys, you didn't, 
neener, neener, neener!"  I burst out laughing as I 
crossed the street, and broke into a jog like run 
as I laughed until I thought I'd pee my pants!
What's more Shonda had done all the same things
for me as well!

The boys call it a cunt.  I hate that word.  Yes boys,
I licked Shonda R's hot sexy honey well, which you
can only call a cunt, or a pussy.  As I walked on, I
was lost in the thoughts of licking Shonda, her honey
well, her ass, her big boobs.  I had gotten quite 
turned on watching Shonda easily lick her own boobs. 
I like her boobs as much as the rest of her.  But
of all the things that I love about Shonda, it is 
her eyes.  Her Mother was Zanzibari, and the people
of Zanzibar are mixed with Persian and Arab stock.
The eyes look Persian, or almost Oriental.  Shonda
has bewitching eyes, and the most sincere smile
I have ever seen.  

Yet, Shonda says I am pretty, and she envies me my 
somewhat smaller boobs.  I think they are tiny but
I guess they arn't.  I honestly think she loves me.
I know I love her.

Almost home.  Turning down my block.  I have to 
make up a reason to go get some sleep.  I hope mom
doesn't detect I am going lez!  I can't screw this up!

Yet, there was little to worry about.  Mom was in a
great mood, dad had Saturday overtime and wasn't home,
and my older brother was off to Colorado with friends
for 2 weeks.  Mom made no beef about me getting some 
sleep, saying, "I never could sleep at a slumber 
party, I missed my own bed too much."  No sooner did
I get home but the phone rang, it was Shonda.  We
talked a little but we both were going to try and get 
some sleep.  Afterall, we had been a bit busy you could
say....heh,heh,heh.

I showered, and looked at myself nude in the mirror.
I was not the same girl anymore.  I had experienced
the joy of intimacy with another girl, race was not
important, but the feelings of happiness and love, as 
well as that radiance of sexual bliss was incredible.
I was different now.  I was a woman, and I looked at
what only a few hours before had been adored and 
pleasured by a woman who had felt my touch too.  
That night, so long ago it seems, started a 6 year long 
exclusively lesbian affair between Shonda and myself
that only ended when we both graduated from college.
By the way when I say exclusively lesbian I mean 
exclusively.  I didn't sleep with a man until I was 26!
It may astonish some, but I have far and away more
lesbian sexual experience that I have had hetero 
experience by quite a bit, which is limited only 
to my husband anyhow. 

Shonda and I are still fast friends, though we both 
have married and have children.  There is scarcely 
a day that goes that I don't think about Shonda often
in a sexual way, and I can assure you as a woman, 
it is very hard to admit that I still think of 
having sex with my best friend from my youth and 
early womanhood.  I think my husband would croak if
he knew I rarely think about him while we are having
sex.  He thinks he's "King Kong" in bed, but I'm 
generally thinking of having sex with Shonda.  It
helps to bring on orgasms.  He's alright, and the
children are the light of my life.  But if, God
Forbid, anything happened to him, and Shonda was 
available, I would get back together with her in
a heartbeat.

THE END
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This is the beginning of a series of stories dealing
with lesbian sex ranging from mild to crazy based on
the experiences of Shonda, and me, Donna Z. and our 
friends.  The names and general locations have been
changed in these stories.  Some of these stories are 
strangely perverse, just as life can be.  However,
though lesbian sex is generally considered fairly
safe activity, I urge all women to practice safe sex, 
and to use good sanitary habits and personal hygiene.

Lesbian sex is about the inexpressible joy of being a 
woman among other women beyond the nasty daily nip
and tuck of life which so tests our strenght of
character. Please, don't make lesbianism health and/or
life threatening!

Please, you can share this story, but don't claim it's 
yours.  It isn't yours.  Read it, enjoy it. don't steal it.