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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction that contains descriptions 
of explicit sexual acts between females.  If this type of content 
offends you, or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.

KISSING COUSINS

My name is Pamela and I'm eighteen.  Recently, I spent a weekend 
watched after my thirteen-year-old neighbor, Michelle, while her 
folks and my parents went on a cruise to the Bahamas.  It was 
Saturday night and Michelle and I were in the family room watching TV.
  Michelle was sprawled out on the floor in front of me while I laid 
on the couch.  She had on a football jersey and panties, I was in a 
tank top with some old cutoffs.  There was nothing good on TV and I 
was bored as I used the remote to channel surf.

	Suddenly, I clicked on the adult channel and for some reason it was 
coming in unscrambled.  We both perked up at the sight of a guy and a 
girl doing it.

	"I don't think you should be watching this, Michelle," I said.  
Since I had to stay home all weekend to look after her and couldn't 
go on a date, which meant I wouldn't have sex, I was immediately 
turned on by the idea of at least getting to watch a little porn and 
slipping my hand between my legs.  But I didn't feel comfortable 
doing it in front of Michelle.

	"Come on, Pam," Michelle said, "please let me stay.  Besides, I've 
seen stuff like this before."

	"Oh, really?  And just exactly where?" I asked.

	"My brother has some X-rated videos hidden in his room.  I found 
them once and watched them when there was nobody at home."

	"Well . . . I don't know," I said, not sure if she was telling me 
the truth.

	"Please, Pam, I swear I've seen fucking before.  Besides, I'm 
already masturbating practically everyday."

	"Michelle!  I can't believe you said that."

	"Why?  It's perfectly natural.  Anyway, how old were you when you 
started?" she asked.

	I had to think for a moment. "Well, actually, I was younger than you.
"

	"See.  Now can I stay and watch?  Come on, Pam, it'll be fun."

	Reluctantly I gave in. "But you have to promise you won't tell 
anybody.  If your folks find out, they'll kill me."

	"I promise," she said with a big grin and turned back around to 
watch the movie.

	I reached up and flipped off the lights and we settled in to enjoy 
the sex.  Michelle was lying on her back on the floor with her head 
resting on a pillow while I propped myself up in the corner of the 
couch.  After a moment or two I quietly reached down and unzipped my 
shorts while I watched the girl in the movie get down on all fours 
and let the guy fuck her from behind.

	I slipped my hand inside my panties and started playing with myself, 
feeling the first hint of relief.  I had been horny all day and the 
movie definitely made my pussy itch.  Then the scene changed to two 
girls French kissing.  It didn't take long before they were naked and 
making love.  I really liked girl-girl scenes in adult movies because 
the love making was usually soft and tender, not the raw guy-girl sex.
  And secretly, I'd fantasized a lot about what it would be like to 
have sex with a girl.

I'd never actually done it, not technically anyway.  Like most girls 
growing up, I'd made out with my girlfriends, mostly practicing for 
when we would be allowed to date boys.  But sometimes we would go a 
little further and feel each other up.  Usually it would start with 
breasts but would eventually wind up with hands between legs.  I mean,
 isn't that what sleepovers are for: so horny teenage girls can 
experiment with each other?  I can still remember some really intense 
make-out sessions.  My mouth and tongue would be so sore from necking 
for hours, and the sexy smell of two very aroused young girls was 
such a turn-on.  By the time we finally fell asleep, the sheets would 
be soaked.  Fragrance companies spend millions developing new 
perfumes every year.  If someone would just bottle the scent of a 
little girl's pussy during one of those hot sessions, they'd have 
people fucking in the streets.

I remember the first time I made out with a girl.  She was my cousin 
Becky and we were thirteen.  Becky was spending the night with me, 
and after my mom had gone to bed, we stayed up late watching TV.  We 
were lying on each end of the couch with our legs entwined as we 
watched a movie.  Becky and I liked to touch: hanging on each other, 
hugging, playing footsie, always arm-in-arm or holding hands.  We 
were not only cousins, but the best of friends and were very open 
when it came to sharing our deepest secrets, especially anything 
having to do with sex.  Our latest revelation was that we had both 
started masturbating; I admitted that I liked to do it when I first 
woke up and Becky preferred doing it before going to sleep.  Although 
we had never done it together, I think secretly we both wanted to.  I 
know I did.

During a commercial, Becky said, "Did you do the deed this morning?" 
The "deed" was what we called it.

"No," I said, realizing I really missed it when I didn't get to 
finger myself. "Did you?"

"No." Beck squirmed around and her smooth, bare legs rubbed against 
mine, her little toes tickled my bottom.  Then she said, "Do you 
always have an orgasm?"

"What?" I asked.  This was the first time we'd really addressed that 
issue.  I muted the TV and looked over at her.

"You know, when you do the deed, do you always cum?"

"I didn't at first," I said. "But now, I pretty much do every time." 
Just talking about it made me press my legs together. "Do you?" I 
asked, wanting to rub myself.

"It depends on how quiet I have to be.  If my mom's boyfriend is 
sleeping over, I can always have an orgasm because they're in the 
next room making so much noise fucking, they wouldn't hear me if I 
screamed.  But if it's just mom at home, I have to try and get off 
without making a sound.  It's hard sometimes, but I love a challenge.
"

We both giggled.

"I love to do it too," I said. "It feels so good when you get one of 
those that curls your toes."

We both laughed again.

Becky said, "Guess what?  My mom might let me go to the movies with 
Jeff."

"No shit," I said, sitting straight up. "When?"

"Maybe this weekend."

"No shit twice." I couldn't believe it, an official date with a boy. 
"So are you going to let him do anything?"

"I don't know, Pam.  I hadn't even thought about it."

"That's bullshit.  It's probably all you've been thinking about.  Are 
you going to let him kiss you?"

"Maybe.  But I've never made out before so I'll have to think about 
it.  I don't want to disappoint him."

"You'll be a great kisser, I just know it," I said.

"I don't know," Becky said. "I've tried practicing on the back of my 
hand and on a pillow, but it feels so stupid."

"Well, show me what you're doing, maybe I can help."

We sat up and Becky formed a fist and started kissing the side of her 
hand, closing her eyes and trying to look dramatic.

"You're right," I said. "It does look stupid.

"I told you." She quit and gave me a pitiful look. "Any suggestions?
"

I thought for a moment and then said, "Well, if you want, you can 
practice on me."

"Pam, you're a girl!  I need to know how to kiss a boy."

"So what would be the difference?"

"Well, for one thing, you're my best girlfriend.  You don't really 
think I'm going to kiss you the same as I would a boy?"

"Why not.  Kissing is kissing.  Besides, it's would just be for 
practice.  If you got good with me, then you could really turn a boy 
on.  I mean I'm only offering to help you out.  If you don't want to, 
that's fine with me."

"Well hold on.  I do but if we did it, wouldn't that mean we were 
lesbians?"

"Becky, do you like boys?" I asked.

"Sure."

"So do I.  If we kiss, and we still like boys, then we aren't 
lesbians." I reached out and touched her leg. "Becky, I can't wait 
until the first time I make out with a boy.  But I want to really 
know what I'm doing when the time comes.  If we help each other out, 
we'll be experts.  It's that simple."

She thought for a moment and then said, "You may be right.  But we 
have to agree that we won't tell anyone, OK?"

"Agreed." We shook hands and then giggled as we continued to hold 
hands.

"Actually," Becky said, "I'm kind of glad that the first person I'll 
ever make out with is you."

"Yeah, me too," I said and we hugged. "I love you, Becky."

"I love you, Pam."

Then we realized the moment of truth had come. "So, how do you want 
to do it?" I asked.

"Well," Becky said. "Since you're playing the part of the boy, why 
don't you kiss me first."

I was afraid she'd say that, I thought.  Hesitantly, I nodded and 
leaned forward until our lips were only an inch apart. "Aren't we 
supposed to close our eyes?" I asked, realizing we were staring at 
each other.

"Oh yeah, right," she said and closed hers.

I did too and our lips touched.  We sort of just pressed them 
together for a moment and then pulled back. "Well," I said as we 
looked at each other, "do you feel any different?"

"You mean, do I suddenly feel like a dyke?"

We laughed. "No, I meant did it make you feel good, did it turn you 
on?"

"Well, it was nice," Becky said. "But I don't feel any different.  
Beside, this is only for practice, remember?  We're just girls."

"I know, but I wondered if I was any good, that's all."

"Why don't we try again and I'll tell you."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers.  This time, I opened my 
mouth a little and let the tip of my tongue lightly touch her lips.  
I felt Becky react with a slight intake of air and I expected her to 
pull away grossed out.  But instead, she started pressing her mouth 
harder on mine.  So I continued to use the tip of my tongue to 
explore her lips.  We did this for a few moments and then Becky 
opened her lips ever so slightly and I felt the warm softness of her 
tongue come out and meet mine.

This time, I was the one to react: I sighed at this new, erotic twist.
  Up until now, we were just pressing lips.  Suddenly, we were 
kissing-very close to making out.  This next phase lasted only about 
thirty seconds.  I was going to see if Becky would let me put the tip 
of my tongue in her mouth when she slipped her arms around me neck 
and opened her mouth.  Next thing I knew we were French kissing.  I 
wrapped my arms around her waist and we started moaning and breathing 
heavy as we pressed our bodies together.

Soon it became uncomfortable to enjoy making out while staying in 
this position.  So, reluctantly, I broke the kiss and said 
breathlessly, "Let's lay down."

Equally out of breath, Becky said, "Great idea." She pushed me 
backwards in her effort to get comfortable so we could continue.  We 
quickly positioned ourselves side-by-side on the couch and 
immediately locked our mouths together.  This is how we stayed for 
the next half hour, eating each other's mouths as if our kisses would 
have to last a lifetime.  If we had been in a car, the windows would 
have quickly fogged over from the intense heat we produced.

While we made out, we held each other tight.  Because we quickly 
worked up a sweat, I didn't realize just how wet I was getting 
between my legs.  Finally, out of breath I said, "Becky, I've got to 
go pee.  I'll be right back."

"But I don't want to stop," she said, with a pitiful expression.

"I said I'll be right back."

"Can we do it just as soon as you come back?"

I planted a kiss on her lips. "Of course," I said and hopped up.  I 
ran down the hall to the bathroom wanting to pee as fast as I could 
so I could get back to her.  In the bathroom, I pulled my T-shirt up 
and slipped my panties down around my knees.  As I sat on the toilet, 
I glanced down and noticed the crotch was glistening with moisture.  
I touched the sticky wetness with my finger and brought it to my nose 
smelling the unmistakable scent of my girl-cum.  Then it hit me that 
Becky had turned me on; kissing her had made me wet.  I was so 
aroused at the idea that my hand shook when I wiped myself with the 
tissue.  And when I did touch my vagina, I jumped as I came in 
contact with my swollen clitoris.

I needed to get off right then and there and started rubbing my 
crotch.  But I realized if I stayed in the bathroom and masturbated, 
Becky would wonder what was taking so long.  I had to get back to her 
and tell her what happened.  So I stood and pulled my panties up.  
The wet crotch had cooled in the air and when it touched me, I almost 
fainted.

I ran back into the living room, and as I came around the corner, 
Becky was lying there with her eyes closed and her hand between her 
legs.  She was fingering herself while she used her other hand under 
her T-shirt to play with her nipple.

"Oh my God, Becky, you too?" I said.

Becky opened her eyes but they had a faraway look in them.  She never 
stopped masturbating as she smiled up at me. "Pam, I'm so hot.  Look 
what you made me do."

I couldn't take my eyes off her finger moving in quick little circles 
beneath the thin fabric.  My hand went instinctively to my crotch and 
I knew we were finally going to masturbate together. "Becky, let's go 
to my room and lock the door," I said. "Then we can do it on my bed 
in private.  If my mom wakes up and catches us in here, she'll kill 
us both."

"Okay," Beck said and reluctantly stopped.  She got up and we held 
hands as we quietly slipped down the hall to my bedroom.  Warm 
wetness covered her hand and it excited me knowing why.  Once we were 
inside and I'd locked the door, I brought my hand to my nose and 
smelled her.  God, what a turn-on!

Becky smiled realizing what I had done. "Do you want to do it naked?" 
she asked.

"It sounds so wicked," I said, hesitating for only a moment as I 
continued to sniff her scent. "And fun." We giggled as we slipped out 
of our panties and T-shirts.  Then we got on the bed, Becky wrapped 
her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her.

"We need more practice," she said and stuck her tongue in my mouth.

Feeling her naked body under mine made me light headed.  I had never 
been this aroused before and I would have sworn my pussy was on fire 
except that I knew it was soaking wet.

After a few minutes of very passionate kissing, I whispered, "Becky, 
do you want to masturbate while we make out?"

"Oh yes," she said.

Relieved that we both wanted it, I rolled off her and we lay on our 
sides facing each other. "Are you having fun?" I said.

"The most I've ever had." She slipped her hand down between her legs 
and moaned as she touched herself.

I couldn't wait any longer and started too.  It was heaven as I 
slipped a finger inside my warm hole.  We lay there watching each 
other doing the deed.  After a few minutes, we snuggled up close 
enough that our lips touched, kissing and fingering ourselves.  It 
took about a minute or two before we climaxed together.

Later, as we lay in the dark just enjoying the post-orgasm bliss, 
Becky said, "Pam, I've got an idea."

"What?"

"Since you're officially still playing the part of the boy, right, 
why don't we practice what it would be like if you put your finger in 
me?"

I had to admit, I did want to find out if Bechy's vagina felt like 
mine or was every girl a little different. "Only if you do me too."

"Deal," she said and turned on her side facing me. "Pam, I really 
like kissing you.  Let's do it some more."

I moaned and moved over next to her. "You're turning into a regular 
nympho," I said and we giggled. "So, who goes first?"

"Let's do it together," she said and raised her knee up exposing 
herself.

I propped my leg up too and reached down to spread my lips open for 
her.  It felt so wicked opening my legs so Becky could touch me.  And 
when she did, I thought I would pass out.  Her hand gently cupped my 
pussy and her finger slid in.  In no time she found my clitoris.

"God, you're so wet," she said.

"So are you," I said, placing my hand on her soft patch of fuzz.  
With her lips flared wide open, I stuck my middle finger in and 
couldn't believe how hot she was.  And how soft. "This feels so good,
" I whispered.

"Fucking good," was all Becky could say.

"I love it when you talk dirty," I said with a giggle.

She brought her mouth to mine and we French kissed while we got each 
other off for the second time that night.

Becky and I repeated our little practice sessions many times over the 
next year sometimes making out and doing the deed until three or four 
in the morning.  Then her family moved away and we never saw each 
other again.  But I'll never forget the taste of her lips on my and 
the smell of her sex on my fingers.



I got a warm tingle between my legs as I lay on the couch watching 
the adult movie and thinking about those nights with Becky.  Like I 
said, I'd never officially gone all the way and eaten pussy.  Looking 
back, I wish I had, at least with my kissing cousin.  So, at eighteen,
 I still hadn't tried it.  But I had to admit there were a few girls 
that I definitely wanted to sleep with.  Like the blond exchange 
student in my English class.  If she had dropped her panties in front 
of the whole school and told me to go down on her, I would have 
buried my face between her legs in a heartbeat.  Or any of the 
cheerleaders.  I had heard that they not only liked fucking boys but 
did each other too.  So as I watched the girls in the movie make love 
and thought about what I should have tried with Becky, my breathing 
increased and my fingers went to work.

	I'd almost forgotten about Michelle.  Opening my eyes, I looked down 
at her on the floor in front of the TV and realized she was enjoying 
the lesbians as much as I was.  She had her legs spread and I could 
see her hand between them, her fingers rubbed her crotch.  In the 
glow of the TV, I could tell she was wet, her breathing becoming 
rapid.

	Well, if she wasn't going to hide it, neither was I.  In one quick 
motion, I slipped my shorts and panties down my legs and tossed them 
aside.  With one leg draped over the top of the couch and the other 
hanging off the edge, I fingered myself with one hand while I reached 
under my tank top and played with my swollen nipples.  Then the girls 
in the movie got into a sixty-nine and ate each other.  It looked 
like so much fun, and I was dying to try it.  I made up my mind to 
ask one of the cheerleaders if she would like to spend the night with 
me.  Maybe I would even ask the girl in my English class.  All she 
could do was say no.  And if she said yes, I'd been in heaven.

	I closed my eyes and pictured my cousin Becky wrapping her arms 
around my neck whispering that she wanted me to make love to her.  We 
were naked and the scent of her arousal made my heart race.  We 
pressed our breasts together and she pushed her damp crotch into my 
thigh.  I moved my leg between hers and she rubbed her wet sex up and 
down it while she told me how sweet it was going to be.  She slowly 
dropped to her knees, kissing me all the way down and I felt her hot 
breath as her fingers spread my lips.  Then she put her tongue inside.

"Oh, shit!" I cried out and jerked my head up. "Michelle!  What are 
you doing?" The thirteen-year-old was naked, lying on the couch 
between my legs, licking me. 

	"I'm eating you," she said matter-of-fact. "Don't you like it?" 
Before I could answer, the tip of her tongue found my clitoris and 
explosions went off in my head.  Her hot little mouth had set me on 
fire.

	"Michelle . . ." I tried to talk but she ran her tongue up the 
length of my pussy and I almost came. "Oh fuck, Michelle," I said 
breathlessly. "Where did you learn . . . ?" I couldn't finish the 
question, it felt so good.

	"I'm just doing what those girls do in the movie," she said, taking 
a moment to raise her face. "How do you like it?" Her mouth was wet.

	"Oh my God," was all I could get out as I closed my eyes and felt my 
orgasm building.  Her tongue went back to work and I clamped my legs 
around her head.  Suddenly, my body shook, my back arched, and I came 
with a scream.  This little girl had just given me one of the most 
incredible orgasms of my life.

	I was out of breath, unable to see clearly.  I felt a river flow out 
of me and I could hear Michelle licking it up.  When she had finally 
cleaned me, she moved up until she lay on top of me.  I opened my 
eyes and saw her broad grin.

	"Isn't this fun?" she said and we French kissed.

I could taste my pussy on her lips; it was so erotic sucking on her 
tongue knowing she had just eaten me.

"Pam," she said after we had made out for a while, "you sure get wet 
when you climax." Her cheeks still glistened.

"Do you like the taste?" I asked.

She licked her lips and gave out a cute little moan.  Then she 
snuggled her head in the crook of my neck and we held each other in a 
loving embrace.  Then she said, "I hope you're not mad at me, Pam.  
But I really wanted to make you feel good, you know, like the girls 
in the movie."

	"No, sweetheart," I said.  She had her leg draped over me and I felt 
her wetness on my thigh.  I slowly caressed her back, running my hand 
along her bottom. "I'm not mad at all." I kissed her forehead. "It 
was so sweet of you."

	"So you thought it was fun?"

	"Oh yes," I said.  I realized that holding her in my arms, stroking 
her warm skin, feeling her little hard nipples on my chest, and 
smelling her aroused sex was turning me on all over again.  I sensed 
wetness forming between my legs and knew I was going to have sex with 
her.

	"Great!" she said, raising up and planting another kiss on my lips. 
"Then can we do it some more?"

	My heart skipped a beat as it suddenly hit me.  I was about to have 
my fantasy come true.  I had dreamed of what it would have been like 
to make love to Becky, regretting that we hadn't done it.  Now I had 
this naked little angel in my arms begging me to do it.  And best of 
all, we were going to be alone together for the next two days!  I 
trembled at the thought.

	Hesitantly, I said, "Michelle, are you sure you really want to do 
this?"

	"Oh yes.  Watching those girls was such a turn-on and then getting 
to lick you made me want to cum so bad." She wiggled her hips and 
pressed her pussy against me, her clit rubbed mine.

"Please, Pam," Michelle said. "It'll be lots of fun, I promise.  If 
you like it, we can do it as much as you want."

That old feeling that I'd experienced with Becky so long ago swept 
over me. "Okay, sweetheart," I said.

"Yes!" she shouted and kissed me.  Before I knew it, her tongue was 
in my mouth and we were running our hands all over each other.  She 
humped my leg, grinding her pussy into me and sucking on my tongue.  
Then she got up and stood on the couch with her feet straddling my 
head.  It was then that I realized how incredibly beautiful her young 
pussy was and how much I wanted it.  Michelle squatted down until she 
was only a couple of inches from my face.  I stroked her legs as I 
looked up at her.

"Do you think it's pretty?" she asked.

"It's gorgeous," I said, smelling her fresh, aroused sex.

"So you want to lick me?"

My answer was a deep moan as I drew her to me.  In one long motion, I 
ran my tongue from her little puckered anus to the top of her slit.  
I softly kissed her swollen lips and then spread them open with my 
fingers.  I breathed in her scent, closed my eyes and I covered her 
opening with my mouth, sliding my tongue in.  It was finally 
official: I had gone all the way.  I was eating pussy and loving it.  
I only wish it had been my kissing cousin, Becky.

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