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For one thing, it was totally unexpected, and it was until then the most erotic and explosive thing that had ever happened to me. Annette is the friend of my godmother Linda. They both live in Great Yarmouth, and when I was younger, the whole family would spend two weeks up there most years during the summer. Of course, once the foreign holiday package thing really started to get cheap, we stopped going, so between the ages of 10 and 15 I didn't see much of Linda or Annette. I have to say Annette is probably one of those women my Dad would call a 'goer' She works behind the bar in a local pub and I think she has had more than her share of experiences, shall we say. Great Yarmouth is one of those places where half of the population changes every two weeks in the summer, so I don't think she has gone short of willing partners! She is about 5'5 tall, with natural blonde hair that she wears about shoulder length. She is in her late 30's now, so I suppose she would have been about 34 then. She is definitely on the voluptuous side, although she hasn't got fat arms or bum, just a nice set of big boobs and a well shaped figure elsewhere. She dresses just this side of tarty, but in a nice way. She does wear those big, hooped earrings and a thick gold chain, but apart from that is reasonably restrained. Her favourite colour is black, and most times I have seen her out at night she looks pretty cool. She favours tight black tops and trousers mostly, and when I have been with her, attracts a lot of admiring, not to say lecherous glances from blokes on the street. Anyway, back to THAT night! I was staying with Annette because my godmother Linda was having a baby, and to be honest, that was the reason I was actually up there, to lend a hand when the baby arrived, although with only two bedrooms in Linda's place, I was quickly farmed out to Annette's round the corner for the sleeping arrangements. I was on my 6 week summer holidays, and spent most days on the beach, topping up my tan and staring at the boys! But I was quickly bored with that after a week, and started to pester Annette to go out with her one night. Now I know I said she had a pretty lively nightlife, but to be honest, she was on her own all the time I was with her, so I guess she was having a break from the one-night stands! Finally she gave in, and promised to take me to a nightclub called 'The Garibaldi' which was just round the corner from her house. She told me should would have to pull some serious favours from the doormen, just to get me in, cos even now I have trouble getting into clubs, and that's 4 years later! She got me dressed up in one of her old outfits, which (inevitably) was tight black trousers (taken in at every seam!) and a new red silk top, which she had bought for her eldest daughter Lisa, who was about my size on top (33b, as you're asking!) I thought I looked pretty good, especially with all the eye shadow, blusher and lipstick. I told her I could pass for 19, but she looked doubtful at that. I suppose, looking back, it was only the darkness outside, and her whispered conversation with the head doorman that got me inside She looked pretty good as well for someone as ancient as 34! She had chosen a tight (black!) dress, which stopped just above her knees, and had a supported neckline that allowed her to scoop up those big boobs so that she sort of looked like a woman in the 18th century with the exaggerated cleavage. With her brown skin, green eyes and pale lipstick she did look quite sexy. We skipped out of the front door, and I was delighted when a couple of lads wolf whistled at us when we got to the end of the road. Annette however, just gave them the finger and walked quickly on. I guess she was more used to it that me! Getting past the doormen, we walked through the foyer, and into a side bar which was dimly lit (thankfully) and she sorted us a place at the far end of the counter, where there were two bar stools. "What do you want to drink?" she asked me with an evil twinkle in her eye I knew she was someone who could handle her drink, so played it cool. I knew that just a couple of strong drinks would turn me into jelly, so asked for a WKD, which is mostly sugar, with some alcohol thrown in. You have to drink 10 of them to get paralysed, and I knew I would throw up from the sugar overdose before that. Perhaps a nice vodka and ice later? She grinned and got me what I ordered, getting herself a small cider. We spent about an hour in there, chatting and having another couple of drinks. I was getting less nervous now, and as the place filled up, was gratified to be getting some admiring glances of my own from the men coming in. One slightly too persistent admirer was sent on his way when he offered to take me out on the dance floor. I was secretly pleased when Annette cut him off at the knees with just the right withering comment! Eventually the music got so loud we thought we might as well go into the main dance area. Grabbing another two drinks, we made our way between the shouting (it was VERY loud) gyrating couples and groups of single men. I swear I felt an enquiring hand squeeze my bum as we pushed through, but maybe it was my imagination. We got to a slightly less crowded area to the edge of the dance floor, and just stood for a while, dancing to the garage stuff and eyeing the talent, much like every one else there that night. The next thing that happened was that Annette started talking to a tall red haired girl of about 25, who was obviously asking her about me. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Annette, who started off talking pleasantly enough, seemed to hear something she didn't like, and with a few choice words, and hand gestures to go with them, told her to go away in short, jerky movements ( I tried to ask her what had been going on, but she dismissed my questions with a wave, and we weaved our way back to the bar for another round. We had been there over 2 hours now, and so I risked asking for vodka. Annette gave me an old fashioned look, but when I saw the glass she was offering me, it was obvious it had what I had asked for in it. Not only that, but it was a strong one, and I coughed into my hand when she wasn't looking, my eyes watering from the generous double measure. Another couple of drinks and I was really getting into the mood! The room took on a blurry, slightly distorted edge, and suddenly all the shouted small talk around me made sense – so THIS was why people got drunk, I thought Annette was busy talking to a black guy, who although almost falling down drunk, was trying his best to talk her into letting him take her home. That and almost falling into the top of her dress, where his eyes were way in front of him! I decided to go to the Ladies across the dance floor, and it took me a couple of minutes of weaving, excuse me's and bumping bums to navigate it. Eventually I managed to get into the queue for the toilets. By coincidence, I was right behind the tall redhead who had been talking to Annette about me in the main hall, and when she turned and saw me her eyes lit up "Hi," she smiled "I'm Sam, how's it going?" I smiled back, still trying desperately to carry off the 'I'm 19 really' charade "Hi yourself," I gulped, "Carly..." She grinned widely and took my arm "So how did Annette keep you under wraps all this time?" she whispered in my ear I was puzzled at her words – why would I be 'kept under wraps' and why would Annette do it anyway. Seeing my quizzical face she changed tack, "You are SO pretty," she gushed, "I just had to find out about you, but dear Annette told me hands off." I was staring at her through the fog of alcohol, and the buzzing in my ears from the music, trying to understand what she was getting at. Then I felt a cold thrill pass through my body as I suddenly realised that this girl was a lesbian, and stranger still, was coming on to me! I didn't have a clue how to react, but just then the queue cleared and we were in the Ladies. Steering me towards a newly vacant cubicle, she closed the door behind us. "We can share," she cooed "All girls together here - yes?" I had no idea how to answer that and she then proceeded to hitch up her dress, slip her white thong down round her ankles, then sit on the seat. All the while staring directly into my eyes, her message unmissable. What was I to do? Suddenly the urge to pee had left me completely, and I had no idea what to do to escape this situation. Wiping herself fastidiously with a baby wipe (well at least she was clean!) she stood up and I caught a glimpse of darker hair between her legs. I remember thinking nervously, ah ha! Not a genuine redhead!! Then she caught my chin in her hand and pulled my face close to hers, and for the first time I could see uncertainty in her eyes. I suppose she could now see that I was far, far younger than she had anticipated in the darker club area "Such a shame," she said regretfully. "Nearly ripe, but not quite." Then she smiled at me "Another year older, and I would have had that pretty body naked under me tonight – and I bet you make a lot of noise when you come"" With that she opened her wide red lips and gave me the most astonishing French kiss I had ever received. About 15 seconds of soft, wet, demanding lips and tongue. I swear I could also feel her nipples, hard and erect, dig into my chest and her knee dug assertively between my legs, rubbing me there. When she released me I was momentarily stunned. Literally. I gasped for air, and my heart was beating like a bird in a cage. Not only that, but a very hot feeling was creeping up from between my legs. Then she was gone, door banging back on the jam, and someone else was waiting impatiently for me to come out. As I passed the six or seven girls mending their makeup in the long mirror, I couldn't understand why they were all giving me knowing smiles and nudging each other. I soon found out. In the narrow corridor, the girl who had kissed me was holding her nose, which looked like it was bleeding heavily. She was crying too, and her friend was helping her to the exit. Next thing, Annette was beside me looking into my face "I told her to leave you the fuck alone," she said in a hard voice. "But oh no, Sam has to have her way." Then she held my chin in her hand, the way that girl had done minutes before, and smiled down at my flushed face "Had a little girl on girl action in there kid, huh?" she asked. "How was it?" I didn't answer, and my face flushed even brighter. Her smile widened. "Funny, I didn't think you went that way. I must be getting old, it took me till I was 23 before I had my first affair with another woman!" I flushed as I realised with horror that the lipstick the other girl had been wearing was all over my own mouth. That was the reason for the knowing looks. Annette dabbed at it with a handkerchief, and we went back into the hall. Another extra large vodka and I was soon feeling good again. We danced together for a while, both declining the persistent male invitations for the slow ones. I was feeling no pain at all by then, and Annette seemed to be even drunker than I was, as we finally left the nightclub, with just a few leers from the door staff following us out of the door. Behind the club, and down a narrow alleyway we walked, giggling at something one of the guys had said. Passing an even narrower side passageway I turned my head at an unfamiliar sound and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. Annette was so drunk, she didn't notice I had stopped for several paces, and turned to speak to me, then seeing I wasn't there, she walked somewhat unsteadily back to where I stood gawping. In the passageway, about 5 metres in, a man in his forties was fucking the life out of a teenage girl from behind, She was slim and blond, with long corkscrew curls and had her head down, hands against the wall whilst he stood behind her, knees bent, ramming it in and out of her with loud animal grunts. I couldn't take my eyes off them. In and out he went. Grunt, grunt grunt. Back and forwards went her naked backside, Huh, huh, huh was her counterpoint. Faster and faster he pistoned in and out of her. Still I couldn't move. The heat between my legs was back… I wanted nothing more than to be her, being taken hard and fast by some guy. It was Annette who finally pulled me away. "No, no Carly," she breathed, suddenly serious – she could see my excitement, "That's not for you – not yet anyway." Then she pulled me into a doorway further down the alleyway and shoved me roughly up against the cold metal door. It was warm outside, early July, but I shivered suddenly. Her face was inches from mine and I couldn't understand why she was so close. Her big breasts were pressed up against my small ones and I was suddenly back in that toilet with Sam, an innocent, totally out of control. She cupped my chin, just like Sam had, and something changed in her eyes. Her open mouth closed over mine. Unlike Sam however, her kiss didn't stop after 15 seconds. It went on and on. And her hand was shockingly busy between my legs, pushing them apart and my underwear aside, to give her room to touch me there I was in a daze, both aroused and confused. Her mouth possessed me totally, and that knowing hand had now slipped under the waistband of my new thong. Soon her fingers weren't just on me - they were deep inside me! Suddenly the alcohol, the heady atmosphere of the club and my own unfocussed teenage sexuality combined. I wanted her to finger me! In fact, I wanted to do it to her too! We clawed at each other like wild animals. I sucked at her neck and made strange desperate noises. Something I had NEVER even thought about doing before. She threw her head back and groaned. Her hand was still digging between my legs, and I howled as she found the sensitive spot first time. If anyone had been watching our performance in the alleyway, I am sure we would soon have had a real crowd around us, but luckily we didn't At last common sense prevailed, and she pulled her fingers out of me and pushed her hair back in into some sort of order. I could smell myself on her hand. "Not here," she hissed at me. "Back to the house, now." We almost ran the 100 yards to the house. Once the door had closed behind us, and she had locked it, she almost threw me back against the sofa. I sprawled on it; eager for whatever she wanted to do to me. It was a lot. Once we were sitting together, she grabbed the back of my hair, almost painfully and kissed me again. I could see where she had got the lurid reputation from now. Her hands were all over me, and I found my trousers had apparently undone themselves, and my new top was almost torn from me. Once I was down to bra and thong, she stopped kissing me quite so hard and looked at me intently. "Are you sure this is ok with you?" she asked, tentative for the first time since we left the club I knew I could stop this now, if I wanted, and part of me was screaming, "What are you DOING? You aren't GAY!" The other, crazier part of me was stronger however, and that heat between my legs was back, and clamouring to be quenched. I didn't say anything, just reached behind me and unsnapped my bra. Once it was on my lap, her face got that intense look again, and she kissed me hard, tongue all over the inside of my mouth. Then she stood up and unzipped that plain black dress. Her big boobs rolled free, and she was standing there in just a black thong herself. "God!" I thought, "She is like a blonde Xena, all firm tanned flesh and smelling of sex and, well... woman." She grabbed my hand in hers, and I followed her obediently upstairs. What followed has stayed with me every single day since then. She did everything to me that night. Fingers inside me, thumb circling my clit, mouth all over my body. I was sucked, licked, fingered and fucked for the next hour. I had never even heard of cunnilingus then, but the second her long tongue went up inside me, I arched up, and thought I had gone to heaven. She held my legs wide open with her shoulders, and grabbed my bum with both hands whilst her mouth worked away on me. It was wicked, sinful, and I loved every second of it. It took me about a minute to come for the first time, and she rode it out with me, making almost as much noise as I did. Hanging on tightly as my hips bounced and jerked off the bed, her mouth completely over my pussy, licking and licking and licking. I thought I was going to have my first heart attack at 15! But finally the waves of sheer sensation subsided, and she rolled over to the side of the bed, breathless herself at what she had been doing. We kissed again, slower and more loving this time, and I could taste myself on her lips. She was still very excited, but I guess she knew that I would struggle to compete with the performance that I had just experienced, so I was slightly relieved she didn't ask me to do the same to her, Instead, she pulled my fingers into the wet heat between her legs, and I felt for the first time an excited sex that wasn't my own… To be fair, my fingers were simply used that first time. She was so anxious to come, that she pushed and pulled my fingers around her hard clit almost as if I was an extension of her own hand. The result was the same, not long afterwards, she started to come hard, and looked deep into my eyes while she was going through it. I looked straight back at her, getting excited again myself, and while her face screwed up in passion as the first spasms hit her, I simply licked her face all over slowly. It drove her crazy, and she screamed incoherent 'fuck' words I didn't really understand (then!). Once we had both come, she was much gentler, and taught me many things in the next hour. How to please another woman with my mouth and tongue. How some people liked a probing finger up their bum while they were being pleasured and finally taking a big, pink artificial cock off the top of her wardrobe, made sure I knew how to use it on her and me. The next few days were a mix of sunny afternoons in the garden, waiting for her to get home from her shift, a rushed evening meal, because we both kept looking at each other hungrily all through it, and some VERY early nights in! I actually fell a little bit in love with Annette, but the holiday had to come to an end, and we parted at the station, with a long slow kiss which made a couple of elderly gentlemen emulate their walking sticks! I do still see her occasionally. She is married again now, to a really nice guy, and I don't know if she has any bi adventures any more. But I know she still likes me that way. How? Lets just say that last Christmas, when she was here, and we were in the kitchen, preparing the vegetables for lunch, (everyone else was down the pub) we had a very satisfactory little Seasons Greeting of our own under the mistletoe! She can still use her fingers better than anyone I have been with before or since, and the dog looked at me very quizzically whilst I wailed through an intense orgasm bent over the mince pies. I just HAD to return the favour and she looked very festive, party dress up around her waist, paper hat over one eye as I used my newly educated tongue on her, across the neatly laid winter coats in my parents bedroom. My maiden Aunt Ruth, who owned the fur coat we were lying on, would never have approved of our version of seasonal goodwill! Hope you enjoy the story... Comments welcome as always to CarlyPax13@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 54