AMY AND I
{f/f, 1st time, oral, sub)
By Typoman
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Larry Sanderson
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If you like to read stories like mine then more power to you! However, if you find yourself seriously contemplating abusing an innocent minor, then go seek help. Our children are our future. Don't start (or continue) the cycle of sexual abuse. Enough said, on with the tale.
Hi. My name is Patty Morgan.
My husband and I have been a visiting the ASSTR web site for about a year now and we both have really enjoyed reading the stories that are there. When Jack (my husband) read about the Sapphic Erotica Festival that is being held, he talked me into writing about something that happened between me and a friend of mine back when we were in the sixth grade.
Amy and I were almost complete opposites. She was beautiful and popular while I was shy and plain looking. I had three older brothers while she was an only child. Her parents doted on her and gave her just about everything that she asked for. Her family had money and mine didn't have two extra times to rub together.
Amy was used to getting her way. She was a smart girl, smart enough to know how to control a situation without being a bitch. I've lived forty some odd years now and life has kicked me in the teeth until I finally learned the lessons that it was trying to teach me. One of the lessons was all about self-esteem, predators and prey.
I bet you think that this story is about predators and prey. Well you're right, but only in the base sense. The two of us were only twelve (me) and thirteen (her) at the time and Amy was only a bitch when she had to be. She never had to become a bitch with me because I had seen her in action with other girls and back then I crumbled at the first sign of conflict. Yes, I was glad to be on the right side of Amy and I was thrilled she allowed me to be her friend. I could go into a lot more detail about the how's and why's of our relationship, but I'm sure that you can figure it out for yourselves.
I guess it's time to get on with the story.
After about a month or so after we became friends, Amy invited me over to her house to go swimming and stay the night. Amy and her Mother even came to pick me up in their Mercedes.
It was the first time that I had ever seen how rich people lived. Everything about their house was enormous! They even had a double set of doors at the entrance. After I made it past their impressive entrance, the first thing that caught my attention was the size of the inside. I quickly figured out that I could fit my entire apartment inside their living room.
Amy grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs to her bedroom to change into our swimsuits. Being the only girl in my family I a bit nervous when Amy stripped her clothes off right in front of me. I followed her lead but turned around when it came time to take my panties off. I was trying to shimmy into my old two-year-old swimsuit when she stopped me.
"Oh no you don't!" Amy said to my back. "You're not gonna have to wear that ugly old thing around here Patty. I'll let you wear one of my suits!"
I turned around and found myself staring at Amy's backside while she rummaged through her dresser for her other suit. A second or two after she turned around I averted my eyes. I was embarrassed that she had caught me staring at her.
"What's the matter Patty? Does seeing me in my birthday suit make you embarrassed?"
"NO!" I replied as positively as I could under the circumstances.
"Good!" Amy replied. Now take that ratty old thing off and try this on. It's a little small on me but I bet it'll fit you like a glove."
Amy stood there waiting for me to obey. It was bad enough that she had real boobies compared to my barely noticeable ones. I had managed to at least pull my suit up over my hips, and now I was going to have to let her see that I had almost no hair down there too. I knew that I was trapped. I didn't dare turn my back to her because that would be a dead give away that I had lied about being embarrassed. I averted my eyes then pulled my old suit down then stepped out of them.
I stood there with my eyes cast down and waited for what seemed like an eternity. My hands wanted to cover my nakedness, but I held them at my sides.
Amy asked, "You do like boys don't you?"
I jerked my head up. "Of course!"
We looked at each other for a moment then Amy let out a laugh. "Good! Cause that would creep me all the way out if I thought that a Lesbo was looking at me!"
"Me too!" I answered back with the sincere conviction of innocent youth.
Amy sat on her bed and handed me the suit. It was a tiny little thing, especially for the times. The color was jet black with pink trim around the edges. I had always been skinny and the suit was almost too large for me to wear. The top fit okay, but I thought it scandalously brief. The bottoms however certainly weren't snug enough to stay up while diving and the crotch was dangly. When I pulled them up enough for the crotch to be snug, the waistband was above my hips and got looser.
I could feel Amy's eyes on me but to tell you the truth I couldn't bring myself to even risk a furtive glance at her face.
Wow! Something just dawned on me. I just had a recollection of a nice lengthy visual of Amy's crotch. Hmmmmm. Betcha Freud would have something to say about that Huh? There I was, too afraid to look to see Amy was guilty of taking in my most private places and all the while my own eyes were getting one hell of a lot better education of my friend's anatomy as she sat on her bed. Amy didn't have a lot of pubes on her folds. Most of her hair was centered right at the top. It was thin and wispy, but definitely dense enough to tell she had a patch. I hadn't really seen a lot of other girl's pussies with hair before then.
The main thing that I had been worrying over back then was that I would be the only girl without pubes in Phys ED shower room. Seventh graders took showers with other girls and I had imagined myself as the laughing stock of the whole school. Hairless Patty! Kinda has a ring to it don't you think?
I learned later that there was plenty of sparse foliage in the Phys ED shower room. During the summer my scantly haired pussy had filled in a little more. My almost non-existent, teeny little titties had sprouted out enough to be noticeable in a tee shirt.
Sorry to get off the track. There's so much that I'd like to explain but I think people might find it boring. The language that I normally use is quite a bit different than what's in this story. I'm trying to get across to you the way that I was back than. You won't see me using words like "pink telephone" or "cunt" because I wouldn't have used them back then. I'm also trying to relay to you my attitude, the way that I viewed the world back then. The world of a shy little twelve year old girl.
Back to the story.
Hmmm... Yeah, my memory may be playing tricks on me, but I also remember seeing Amy's legs open just a bit while I was looking. Her movement was casual enough for me to only notice. No....... I remember now. I did think for a moment that Amy opened her legs just to give me a better view of her privates. It was about a second after she spread her legs that the visual part ends. I turned my gaze away from her it embarrassed me. It's kind of strange how the memory comes back when one writes about it.
Well I put the bikini on and tried to adjust the bottoms. Amy decided that I looked great so that was that. Amy had got up from her bed to help me fiddle with the suit. I sat on the bed or maybe Amy sat me down. Yeah that's what she did. Amy took me by the arms and sat me down. I tried to dismiss the thought that my friend was showing off for me. I remember the little twinge, the tiny pleasure pulse that emanated from my middle. Amy wanted me to look at her body while she dressed and that's exactly what I did. I wasn't comfortable about just staring, but doing it certainly pleased her. You know how a bubbly girl can get just a tad more bubbly when she's enjoying herself? That's how I remember it anyway. When Amy bent down to pull up her bottoms I envied her cleavage. I envied the way that her long brown hair fell forward and it made me loathe my own pixie cut.
Can envy be somehow thought of as lust? It certainly gets both me and my husband hot when I recall this tale. Am I really a closet lesbian? Naw, Jack is a consummate lover, both orally and physically. I might be just a little closet bisexual. When I need it though, there's absolutely nothing that can come close to a good hard cock backed by a skilled lover.
Amy's bikini was bright red. The little bitch was a knockout in it too. Her boobs were, to use a male term "a handful". Her butt was to die for.
Amy took me by the hand and pulled me down the stairs and out into her immense back yard. There was a row of those tall thin evergreen trees all around the fence that provided complete privacy. The pool was the size of the one at our apartment building, only a lot fancier. There was this fountain right between the pool and the back patio. I had never seen one of those statues of a little boy peeing in the water before and I was scandalized by it. Amy noticed that I was staring at it so she drug me right up to it.
Amy asked, "I'm sure you've seen a wiener before Patty! You've got all those brothers and all, right?"
"Well, yeah! Of course, but not a statue of one!" I replied.
Amy cupped her hands together held them under the jet of boy water. When her hands were full enough, she threw the water at me. I shrieked, she squealed with delight then took a running dive into the pool. I dove after her and learned why it's not a good idea to dive into water with loose bikini bottoms. I jerked them back into place and looked guiltily at Amy, but she was too busy looking past me.
"Daddy!" Amy called out.
"Hi ya Pumpkin! How was school?"
Amy rushed out of the pool and into her father's arms. He was wearing a swimsuit also.
Amy gave her daddy a hug. "School was okay!" She then grabbed his hand and drug him into the pool. Look who's staying over! It's my friend Patty!"
He gave me a big smile then said, "Hi Patty! I hope you're having a good time."
I tried to answer, but the best I could manage was to give him an embarrassed smile. The man was quite a hunk to me back then and my dad was just..... my dad. The three of us spent quite a while in the pool together. I warmed up to him and in no time and soon were doing all the pool things. By then the material of my borrowed had relaxed somewhat and I constantly had to pull them back up. I know that Mr. Levitz (Amy's father) had seen more of me than he should have. Little girls with loose fitting bikini bottoms shouldn't bounce like I did. I noticed that he was looking directly between my legs after we had dunked him several times. One of those devilish thrills ran up my spine but I couldn't just pull them back up! Not while he was looking! I waited until his head broke out of the water then jerked them back into place. When he happened to look at me, his expression was completely normal. The knowing leer that I expected him to give me never occurred and so I eventually relaxed my guard more and more. When my leg brushed against the firm lump that was in his swimsuit, I knew that it was because the loose hanging crotch of my bottoms allowed him to see all of me.
Mr. Levitz was keeping his hands to himself and behaving like everything was perfectly normal. In order to keep his attention I let my suit do it's own thing, only pulling them back when they were obviously out of place. I remember being deathly afraid that he would touch me there, but also hoping that he might. He never touched me in that way, but his thing made more than a few of contacts against me.
We went inside ant ate a wonderful dinner. Amy's mom consumed quite a few drinks during and after dinner. We took showers after dinner to wash the off the chlorine. Amy let me use the shower upstairs while she used the one in her parent's bedroom. I masturbated in the shower imagining that it was Mr. Levitz fingers there instead of mine. I came out of the shower and got dressed for bed then noticed that the bathroom door was unlocked. My oldest brother could come and go into the bathroom whether he wanted to. No matter whether I had locked it or not so I knew someone had been in there, and that someone had most likely watched me diddling myself.
It took me quite a while to work up the courage to come out of the bathroom knowing that someone had seen what I had been doing. After gauging how Amy acted I knew that the culprit had to be her father. I knew that I couldn't breathe a word about it to anyone, especially my friend Amy. The only thing that I could do was to act like nothing happened. Amy's mother had gone to bed when we came downstairs to watch television. Mr. Levitz was sitting on one end of their couch and Amy set next to him then I next to her. After a while Amy had me scoot down closer to the other end so that she could lay her head in her father's lap. He began rubbing her back. Amy stretched her legs across my lap and told me to tickle her legs and I obeyed. When she pulled up the hem of her nightie, I knew what she wanted me to do. I kept one eye on her father and gently tickled. Eventually my fingers found their all the way up to her panty line. Amy looked at me and gave me a nice appreciative smile so I ventured my way up to the top of her legs more.
When the movie was over Amy kissed her father goodnight. He looked at me expectantly, but I just couldn't make my feet move. Back in the privacy of Amy's bedroom she had me brush her hair and we talked about boys. Amy told me that she jacked off Jason Woodward, a sixteen year old boy that lived next door. When she asked me about what I had done, I told her that I had done the same thing. When she questioned me further I confessed that it was my oldest brother Jeremy.
After climbing into bed and turning out the light Amy had me tell her all the details about my brother and I. How many times I had done it to him and how I had done it. She had me demonstrate with my hand how I had done it. She told me to pretended that she Jeremy and made me demonstrate. That's when I realized that she had lied about her and Jason Woodward. I pretended to wrap my hand around her imaginary phallus and jacked it off.
The whole time Amy was quietly leading me on. Asking me questions then not over reacting when I answered them. When she asked me if I had ever put his thing in my mouth I told her that I had. I told her everything from what it looked like when he shot, to the fact that I had never let him shoot in my mouth. The number of times that my brother talked me into doing things with him wasn't many and I made sure that Amy knew it too.
When Amy told me to pretend to be a boy so that she could try it, I knew that something was going to happen. One part of my brain screamed at me to think of some way out of it, but my baser side won out.
The last thing that Amy said to me that night was, "Like this?" as she grasped my pretend phallus. From then on until we woke in the morning the two of us were dead silent.
When I quietly answered "Yes." I somehow knew that I had just given Amy permission to do whatever she wanted. It was the finality of my inflection that spoke my true meaning. "Yes (you can)."
I felt an electric jolt of fear and pleasure when Amy's hand came to rest on my thigh. I closed my eyes and shut out the world. I felt her hand leave then come to rest upon my vulva.
As my friend's fingers explored my vulva my whole body shook. I tried to imagine that it was Mr. Levitz that I spread my legs open for, but knowing that it was my friend that I was allowing such liberties with made me feel better. The only thing that I could think of when I imagined that Mr. Levitz was doing it was "What if he tried to put it in me?" I realized that at least with Amy, my virginity was safe.
Amy's hand upon the inside of my knee encouraged me to open my legs even farther. I felt ashamed at allowing myself to be in such a lewdly exposed position, but when she ran her finger down the groove in my panties, the pleasure pushed that emotion aside. It dawned on me that Amy could have her pick of any boy in school, but she had never had a boyfriend for as long as I had known her. Amy liked girls and I came to the realization that I wasn't her first.
I felt her lie down next to me, then I felt her breath against my cheek. I opened my eyes and we took each other's measure. I knew that all that I had to do was to turn my head only slightly and Amy would know that I didn't want her to kiss me.
Amy kissed me so tenderly, and in no time I was kissing her back. She pulled up my nightie then slipped her hand inside my undies. I arched my back, and her finger slipped between my wetness. What a sensation! My brother Jason's fingers had explored all of me, but his hands were rough and clumsy. Amy knew exactly where to go and what to do with it when she got there. I felt what was going to be the most powerful orgasm that I had ever had welling up and tried to hurry it on, but Amy would have none of that.
She whispered "Shhhhhh!" in my ear, the intonation told me to lie still and enjoy the ride. I writhed and shuddered as Amy's finger slipped inside me. It made me proud when her finger bumped up against the limits of my hymen. I wasn't a slut I was a virgin!
Amy pushed down my panties and I helped her by lifting my butt up. I felt the cool air conditioned air come against my wetness as she peeled the covers back. She sat up then took my undies the rest of the way off. Amy pulled at my nightie and I sat up so that she could take it off. She moved on top of me and pressed her thigh into my crotch. I bent my knee and pressed my leg into her. I was completely naked but Amy still had every stitch on that she had come to bed with. We kissed again then she moved down enough to take my nipples into her mouth one at a time. That's when I had my first orgasm. My hips began to buck which ground my puss into her leg. For the first time I felt that connection between my nipples and my womanhood. I cried out lightly and rode those waves of pleasure until it reached a crescendo. The orgasm lasted... and lasted until my senses reached overload. I went limp and the world blanked out for a moment.
When I came back to reality Amy had lying between my legs with her head was resting high up on my inner thigh. I felt her hot breath play across my wetness.
I had never imagined that another female would think of doing what I knew was going to happen to next. The thought wasn't repulsive, it just took me by complete surprise. Her arm was under my leg and fingers began to gently tweak one of my nipples. The pleasure shot down my body and centered itself between my legs. I clasped my hand over hers, but she continued her ministrations. She pressed the palm of her other hand over my puss then pressed in. I felt myself come alive again under the pressure and the ever so slight movement of her hand.
I forgot all about the fact that she meant to do other things until I felt her tongue make contact with my button. When I moved, Amy's tongue slid across the tip of it. I shuddered and her tongue came into contact with it once again.
I couldn't believe how incredibly sensitive that part of me had become. It was almost too much. I willed my body to be still then waited for her to begin licking me. Her tongue stayed in the same position forcing me to rock my hips and myself into her. My button brushed against her tongue and sheer electric pleasure shot through my body. Amy moved her tongue downwards then she pressed in slightly then upwards, stretching my button upwards. I felt it slip on it's own power across her tongue then pop past. I moaned and waited, but nothing happened. When I was ready I rotated myself downward, making my button stretch against her tongue.
I wish that I could better describe the pleasure and the desperation that I felt, when I realized that I was going to have to do all the work myself. What depths of depravity does it take for a girl to masturbate herself against another girl's tongue? Doing what she wanted me to do was an admission that I played with myself and that's a very private thing. My modesty was no match for my pent up emotions and so I did it. I began to writhe against Amy's stiffened tongue and a whole new world of pleasure opened up before me. Amy placed her hands on my hips and guided me into the motion that she wanted me to make which was to press my button into her tongue and let it slip across the elasticity of our mutual contact, then pop free.
That's about the best that I can describe it. It was like flicking her tongue upwards across my clit, but it was me doing all the motion. Imagine knowing that you were going to feel almost unbearable pleasure as your clit slipped right to the point of no return, then knowing that you were going to have to make that final little movement in order for it to happen. The suspense was a killer. I had to prepare myself then make that little push. Right after that Amy would push her tongue right back into the same place.
For a full ten minutes I was compelled to do it over and over again until finally I lost control. My quivering body made my button dance across her tongue. When I began to climax Amy sucked it into her mouth and suckled me like a baby.
When I opened my eyes Amy was lying next to me. I couldn't bear to look into her eyes, but she turned my head and made me do it.
Amy guided my hand to her breast, signaling that it was my turn to return the favor. Realization of what was expected of me hit home with a vengeance, but I knew that if I didn't what she wanted it would be the end of our friendship. I began to fondle her breasts then I moved my hand lower. The only initiative that I took was to eventually slip my hand into her panties. Amy lifted her hips off the ground indicating that she wanted me to take off her panties. Once I had them off she sat up so that I could pull her nightie off over her head. She lay back and guided my mouth to her breast. After a while I felt her pressing me downwards.......
I don't really know why, but I couldn't make myself go any farther down than Amy's belly button. She let out a quiet moan of frustration then sat up and pulled me beside her. She had me lay on my back then straddled my body facing my feet. I watched the dark shape of her naked body loom over my face. She gently pressed herself into my face. My nostrils took in her aroma and I felt her wetness against my nose and cheeks.
I guess all that I needed was a nudge in the right direction. I just didn't have the confidence to do it myself. I stuck out my tongue so that she could do like I had done but that wasn't what she wanted.
I was surprised at the taste of her. I had tasted myself on more than one occasion but I guess the salty taste of my finger made it taste different. I had never really gotten all that wet by myself either.
Amy was wet. She got wetter as my saliva and her juices mixed. When my tongue reached her opening she pressed herself upon me. I dug my tongue deep into her until the tip brushed against her hymen. When she was sure that I knew that her virginity was as intact as mine, she moved so that I could concentrate on her button. It took a while for Amy to reach her climax. My poor tongue ached but I didn't stop until she came.
After about a minute Amy climbed off from on top of me. She gave me a long passionate kiss then had me roll onto my side facing away from her. She wrapped her arm around me and snuggled in from behind. As I lay there trapped in Amy's embrace, I came to the realization that I was her conquest.
The next morning Amy acted like nothing had ever happened between the two of us. As a matter of fact she had even gotten up sometime during the night and put her nightgown back on. After a quick breakfast, Amy and her father took me back home. I got the distinct impression that she couldn't wait to be rid of me. My suspicions were proved right at school. Amy never rejected me, but she soon had another friend to work on.
I felt so used, and so very lonely. About a week later Claudia McLeod one of Amy's friends invited me over to stay the night. I accepted her invitation knowing full well what was going to happen.
About a year ago my husband bought a fountain to go into our back yard. I hadn't seen what it looked like until it was delivered to our house. Yeah, you guessed it. It was a fountain statue of a little boy peeing into the pool of water down below. Now whenever I pass by that statue I think of what happened that night with Amy and I.
THE END