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Subject: Love, Angela (ff, masterbation)



Dear Denise,
	The last time we spoke, you asked me about my first experience 
with another woman.  To answer your question, no- it wasn't planned.  
Really the first time, I was very young.  As I grew up I tried to keep 
thoughts of my first, buried under a torrent of fantasies about boys. 
	Don't get me wrong.  I liked, and still do like sex with men.  
However, I have come to realize that sex with another woman can fulfill 
me in ways that sex with a man cannot.
	Women are far more gentle, and yet more passionate than men.  
Men generally have animal passion all the time.  But animal passion can 
wear on you, and be over far too soon.  When a woman becomes passionate, 
it is more special, more personal than with a man.  With men, it often 
seems that they might as well be having sex with themselves.  I have had 
sensitive male lovers, but they are the exception, rather than the rule.

My first experience with another female was when I was 13 years old.  My 
friend Jennifer and I were very close.  We had gone through the first 
ravages of puberty together.  We watched ourselves and each other as our 
bodies were transformed from slim, almost boyish forms-- to a more 
awkward, almost lanky body.  Which was at times embarrasing, and yet at 
other times wonderful.  
	I watched Jennifer as her chest was transformed from flat and 
small nipples to small mounds with larger brown nipples.  We confided in 
each other about our first period -- the excitement, the fear, the mess.  
I watched my own vulva as it grew downy fuzz along the slit, and up 
toward my stomach.  God did it itch!
	We shared our new bodies with each other.  I can recall Jennifer 
showing me her fuzzy pubic hair.  Our bodies were new worlds to explore, 
and we were partners in that exploration.  It was not long after that we 
became aware of each other's sexuality.
	My first experience with masterbation took place at this time as 
well.  I found that touches and strokes to my body produced unusual 
sensations.  I remember my first orgasm well.  I was in my room late at 
night in bed.  I had been touching my vulva, stroking my pubic hair.  I 
was aware of my clitoris previous to this, but this time it almost begged 
for my attention.  As I nudged it with my thumb it swelled and sent 
shocks of electricity into my limbs.
	I shook with excitement as I felt a now familiar dampness seeping 
from my vagina.  As I caressed the folds of my labia, I felt pleasure in 
warm waves.  Finally, there was an urgency, a threshold of pleasure that 
had stopped me previously.  At this point, safe and alone in my room, I 
began to cross that threshold. 
	As I continued to stroke my clitoris, contractions began in my 
lower stomach and groin.  They rapidly began to build up, until I feared 
that I might burst.  I was afraid that I would wet myself due to the 
pressure building in my crotch.  Finally, I abandoned myself to the 
pleasure, and my groin pulsed with exctacy.  Later, as I lingered in my 
wetness, I realized that a bridge had been crossed-- a bridge into adult 
life.

I shared my experience with Jennifer.  She was intrigued, as she had 
never climaxed before.  We were both curious as to the physical nature of 
sex.  We had heard about it, whispered by boys in the school yard.  We 
were aware of references to "fuck", "cocksuck" and "69", but we didn't 
have a clue as to what these words meant.  I vaguely recall thinking that 
a man inserted his penis into a woman's vagina, and peed, thus creating a 
baby.  I don't suppose I understood why people had sex until I started 
experimenting with my own body.  It was then that I understood, and 
wanted to find out more.  
	It happened that Jennifer's father had a collection of 
pornography ranging from magazines to videotapes.  We began to look at 
these when her parents were away.  The pictures of nude women fascinated 
me.  I gazed longingly at the women, with their large breasts and hairy 
vaginas.  I wondered if I would ever reach that state (Trust me, I did). 
	When we watched the videotapes, we were fascinated by the 
mechanics of sex.  We were turned on, but I don't think either of us knew 
why.  We were shocked to see just how big a penis could get.  It was even 
more shocking to see that penis entering a woman through a small hole.  
We watched as the man pushed his way into the woman, while on top of her, 
beside her, behind her, and with her sliding onto him from above.  
	When Jennifer began to touch herself during the film, I watched 
her hands creep under her shirt and down her pants, to play with her 
fuzzy privates.  Her face grew flushed as she caressed herself, her eyes 
upon the couple engaged in a rear entry position.  I could almost see her 
passion build as she stroked faster, and deeper into herself.  
	It was then that two women in the movie began to have sex.  We had 
never heard of such a thing!  We watched closely as a woman buried her 
face into another woman's vagina.  We saw the woman moan with pleasure.  
	Finally, Jennifer lost all control and pulled down her pants and 
panties, to push her hand against her wet mound.  I watched, and I admit 
that I too had put my hands down my pants to feel my own dampness.  She 
moaned and squirmed as she felt the buildup of her first orgasm.  She 
asked for my help because "I had done this before".  I obliged...
	I sat down next to her, and started playing with her vagina.  She 
removed her hands from herself, and let me work on her.  She had her eyes 
closed as I examined her little mound.  It was red and wet.  Fluid was 
already seeping through her opening.  I saw her clitoris peeking through 
the folds of her slit.  I put my finger against her clit and began to 
move it.  
	She moaned as a moved my finger.  She played with her nipples as 
I moved my hand more.  She glanced over at the television, where the two 
women were still at it.  She asked me to "do that".  I was a little 
worried.  I could smell her cum, musky and heavy.  I wondered what it 
would taste like.  But I bent down and touched my tounge against her clit 
softly.  The taste was remarkably sweet.  I decided that It wasn't so 
bad.  I began to lick at it, as I would an ice cream cone.  She moaned 
loudly and her pelvis pushed forward as she came for the first time...

	I think it was then that I first began to be turned on by other 
women.  The sight of seeing Jennifer, her legs spread wide, her fingers 
wet with cum, her face as I licked her clitoris, still remains with me today.

	Soon after, Jennifer and I parted ways.  I think it was because 
everytime she saw me, she felt ashamed of what we had done.  Everytime I 
passed her in the hallway, she avoided my eyes.  Perhaps she was 
remembering that afternoon at her parent's house. 

At any rate, Denise, that was my first experience.  My next experience 
was with a boy.  But that is another story...

Love,
Angela