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Authors name: Norman E. Maylor
Story title : Amanda - Part 1

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Amanda - Chapter 1 (ff-teens, exh, oral)
by Norman E. Maylor (normanemaylor@hotmail.com)


It Begins
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How did I start you ask? Oh, what a delicious memory! 
Its very naughty and very sexy, but I will tell you my 
secret if you promise not to tell anyone.  I was at the 
tender age of thirteen. I was slightly tall for my age, 
and a little gangly. My legs were too long and my knees 
a little too knobby. But my hair was long and very 
blonde. That alone made the boys pay attention to me. 
What I didn't know was, it made some of the girls pay 
attention too.

Being a little too tall and very slender, I appeared 
older than I was.  Sometimes much older guys made 
passes at me, and it made me feel good. At that age, I 
was starting to get a very sexy feeling sometimes and 
when I felt that way, I was very flirtatious. I was 
feeling like a woman sometimes and other times like a 
little girl. Thirteen is a very confusing age, but I 
wasn't alone. I had lots of friends, and at that age, I 
guess its natural to talk about sex. And talk about sex 
was about all we did.

Like all girls, I had my little group. I guess you 
could call it a clique.  There were about six of us, 
and we were together constantly. The sleepovers were 
our favorite times together. We would order pizza, 
watch movies, and talk until all hours. We painted 
toenails, fixed our hair in a thousand different ways 
and put on eye make up we were never allowed to wear 
out of the house. The talk was always about boys, and 
sex and what would happen when we were on that first 
date and a boy put his hands on us or exposed his 
penis. There was lots of giggling and lots of 
fantasizing about what it would all be like, this game 
of sex. The names of the cutest boys in our school came 
up over and over.

Now every group like our little clique has an 
instigator, and ours was Amanda. She was dark olive in 
complexion and amazingly beautiful in a sleek and 
exotic way. We all admired her deep and mysterious 
beauty. She was also a troublemaker. A BIG 
troublemaker.  Every time I was ever in trouble during 
those years it was because of Amanda. She had a 
devilish look about her and a nose for adventure. She 
was also the sexiest person I have ever known or are 
likely to know. It was more than just her exotic 
appearance. She was just made for sex. I didn't realize 
it at the time, but I had felt sexual toward Amanda 
since we were eight or nine years old. I just didn't 
recognize the feelings I was having. 

At our sleepovers, Amanda always led each discussion 
toward sex. She had actually experienced sex, and she 
was certainly not afraid to talk about it.  At the 
tender age of twelve she had experimented with the boy 
next door, a football player named Mike who was a full 
six years her senior. He had fingered her and kissed 
her nipples. She had jacked him off to a climax. She 
was our heroine, and we listened intently to every 
detail of her adventures with Mike. She described every 
detail including a feature-by-feature description of 
his body, and most especially his penis. We hung on 
every word.

Then came the fateful sleepover that changed everything 
for me. Friday nights were my Dad's poker night. I 
lived alone with him, so on Friday nights; we had the 
house all to ourselves. On this particular Friday night 
Amanda sneaked a full bottle of wine into my room in 
her overnight bag. We drank directly from the warm 
bottle of Zinfandel as it passed around. Then just as 
we were all becoming even more giggley than usual, to 
our surprise, Amanda asked us if we were all 
masturbating yet. Just like that, she asked.  We were 
all a little stunned, but I remember the excitement of 
the moment. I had chills and a funny feeling in my 
stomach I can't quite describe. I was very turned on to 
be talking about sex and masturbation with Amanda and 
my other friends, but it was a strange and new topic, 
and it was very obvious that not everyone was 
comfortable with the subject. 

To our further amazement, Amanda put her hand in her 
panties and felt herself while we all watched in 
amazement. Then the panties came down and the nightie 
top came up. The beautiful and mysterious Amanda was 
sensuously masturbating almost naked before our eyes. 
Her own eyes were closed and she breathed deeply as her 
finger explored her cute little pussy. There was just 
the slightest hint of pubic hair. Her skin was soft and 
luxurious. She was as beautiful and sexy as anything I 
had ever imagined.  Her very small breasts were 
perfectly shaped and the nipples were hard and erect. 
Amanda was hot, and we were all amazed and excited by 
her demonstration. Then suddenly she stopped and 
started to pull up her panties. " You guys are no fun 
at all!" she said in obvious disgust and 
disappointment.

The spell was broken. Amanda's very sexy show was over, 
and the rest of us were stunned at both what she had 
done and her abrupt and angry interruption of the 
spell. The talk went awkwardly to something else. The 
other girls were searching for a CD to play. Amanda was 
very close to me, and I could not help what I did next. 
I leaned over and I whispered in her ear " I wanted to 
do it too. I was just a little chicken, I guess." 
Amanda just smiled. She was not really mad, and she was 
clearly not ashamed for what she had done.

The next morning as everyone was leaving to go home, 
Amanda came close to me and whispered in my ear " 
Invite me to spend the night tonight." The excitement I 
felt! Oh, My God! I had a feeling about what was 
getting ready to happen and I was so excited I could 
hardly get the words out. "Dad, can Amanda spend the 
night tonight?" Dad loved Amanda. He could not say yes 
quickly enough. So Amanda went home, but she returned   
around 7PM. Dad had a date so we were alone together, 
just beautiful sexy Amanda and me. I have never waited 
so intently for something to occur. The day had been an 
eternity waiting for Amanda.

We didn't need any wine this time to turn the subject 
to sex. Amanda was in the same nightie as the night 
before and she looked so good to me. I was a little too 
thin and a little too pasty white. Even at thirteen, 
Amanda was perfect. In a short time, she came right out 
with it. "Do you want to try it?" I was shaking as 
though an armed robber had approached me. My voice 
cracked as I said, "yes, I think so."  The feeling I 
had in my body just then was so memorable; it sticks in 
my mind to this day. My nipples were ultra sensitive. I 
could feel the touch of my nightie top on them. My 
pussy had an aching sensation as though it was eagerly 
anticipating something. I felt a little wet down there. 
My skin tingled. Amanda took a deep breathe and said 
"Mmmmm, this is going to be so much fun." She had that 
devilish look in her eyes.

We were both in our nighties, on the bed together 
finishing up a pizza.  Amanda reached for me and pulled 
me close to her. She looked longingly into my eyes and 
she kissed me. It was my first real romantic kiss, and 
what a kiss it was! We were both on our knees facing 
each other, our bodies very close.  I literally held my 
breath and when I realized I had to breathe I gasped. 
We both laughed, and then Amanda pulled me down onto 
the bed, her tongue lightly rolling around my own, 
tasting me and feeling the textures of my mouth. 

As we settled onto the bed, Her hand slipped quickly 
into my panties. I was very wet and her finger slid 
effortlessly into my vagina. The immediate sense of 
pleasure was overwhelming to me and I gasped. The kiss 
and Amanda's finger exploration of my pussy lasted a 
very long time. I responded to the urgency of her kiss 
with passion I didn't know I had within me. It lasted 
for what seemed like hours as I arched toward her 
exploring fingers. Then I remember Amanda saying, "This 
is a lot more fun if we're naked." I was not about to 
argue. This was way more fun than I thought it might 
be! 

Amanda was obviously not new to this. She continued to 
kiss me ever so soulfully. She licked my face and made 
passionate love to my ears. Her soft hot breath on my 
ear made me ache with desire for her. I just didn't 
know yet how to do it, but I wanted more of her in some 
way. I wanted inside her skin. Then, as my passion 
grew, Amanda's tongue found my nipples and she sucked 
eagerly on them, as though she was sure there must be 
something in there that had to come out. Her fingers 
were surging deep into my vagina and my hips were 
rising almost rhythmically to her strokes. Each step of 
the journey was a long sensuous step. 

Amanda knew how to make it last. I gasped as her tongue 
traced down from my nipples to my belly button and then 
into my now sopping vagina. As she licked up and down 
the slit, I gasped and raised my hips even more 
urgently to meet her. My whole body was alive with 
sensations I had never felt before.  I felt a rising of 
tension that grew stronger and stronger. I was almost 
numb with the sense of pressure in my body. I was about 
to explode. Her tongue ran up and down my slit and each 
time it hit my clitoris my body jumped at the strong 
sensation of pleasure.  One finger became two as she 
went deeper and deeper into my slippery canal. 

I never wanted this to end. Just let Amanda suck on my 
pussy for the rest of my life, and I will die a happy 
happy girl, I thought. And just as I was sure my body 
could never feel better, I went totally rigid and shook 
involuntarily as the pleasure became rapture, and the 
rapture became explosion. I arched my back to meet her 
and I came. I don't mean to say I orgasmed. I went off 
like a bomb. It was my first orgasm and my body was 
screaming to me. My clit was so sensitive that I 
convulsed at the touch her tongue. I gasped out loud 
very loud. Thank goodness Daddy wasn't home. He surely 
would have heard.

When I had convulsed my last and my body collapsed in 
exhaustion, Amanda took me in her arms and kissed me 
deeply again. I could taste my juices in her mouth. I 
remember so well what she said. "You'll never forget 
this Sweety. I am so glad you let me do it for you." 
She held me for a long time and we breathed together 
deeply. So this was sex, I thought. My life would never 
be the same. I was in love with Amanda- beautiful, 
talented and charming Amanda. I knew even then that no 
one would ever excite me like she could. All the 
thought of guys all the sudden seemed so distant. Would 
a man ever do for me what Amanda had just done? I 
suspected the answer was no.  

We lay there for a very long time cuddling. Amanda 
continued to stroke my little breasts and lick on my 
ear. In only a short while I was feeling the ache of 
need for her again. Again we made out licking and 
sucking each other's tongues. Amanda was an amazing 
kisser. I was already spoiled for life. We tongue 
fucked each others ears whispering softly and breathing 
out hot, wet breathe. Amanda said hotly in my ear,  
"You are so hot, baby. Love me. Love me." 

This time it was my turn. I became the instigator, 
although I feared I could never do it as well as Amanda 
had. I mimicked everything she had done to me.  As we 
kissed I became the aggressor. I drove my tongue deep 
into her mouth still tasting my own juices there. She 
returned my passion. Our naked bodies locked together, 
a tangle of arms and legs. My hands roamed over her 
exquisite little body feeling every crevice and curve. 
The feel of her tight round buttocks was amazing to me. 
I could feel my pussy pressed hard to hers. The motion 
of our bodies ground our pussies together. Our legs 
intertwined. I felt like one with her. I sucked her 
beautiful little breasts savoring each tight little 
nipple, and ran my tongue down her tummy as she had 
done mine. 

My first taste of her sweet pussy was like a revelation 
to me. The slickness of it. The sweet pungent aroma. 
The slightly metallic taste. Please, Lord, let this go 
on forever, I thought. Let me just suck this wonderful 
girl's pussy for the rest of my life. Never let this 
wonderful sensation end. Why did it take me so long to 
discover her? We could have done this years ago. This 
was all flooding my mind. And yet we were only 
thirteen. I sucked her, I licked her, and I lapped at 
her sweet well.  To this day, no pussy has ever done 
for me what Amanda's has done. I literally worshiped at 
her alter. 

Where did all this sweet passion come from? I don't 
really know. I suppose I was made to love girls. It 
came very natural to me from the start. Amanda and I 
tried everything over the next several months. We found 
that just rubbing our pussies together gave us great 
pleasure. We kissed and we fingered each other slowly 
and each time we were close to a climax, we would back 
off and then let it build up again. We learned how to 
come together in a mutual explosion after having let 
the tensions build for hours. We were inseparable. We 
talked about sex constantly, but the talk turned from 
boys to just our infatuation with each other and with 
other girls. Then one night, Amanda surprised me with a 
dildo that she had "borrowed" from her parents for the 
night. She gently took my cherry with it that night and 
I learned the art of fucking, not from some panting and 
sweating football hero in the back of a Camaro, but 
from the love of my life, my sweet Amanda!

In the next chapter, I will tell you of the night that 
Amanda and I made love with the dildo and then of our 
next sleepover when we gathered the courage to display 
our lovemaking in front of our friends and how that 
night changed things for them too. I know you cannot 
wait to hear it and I cannot wait to tell it.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun, not thinking about adult situations.  

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