''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' 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 ....................................................... 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.