Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Part: Chapter 1 of 25 Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters of three older teenagers Keywords: mfF, nosex, petting, rom Language: English Copyright: 2003 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* This story is based upon an incident which actually occurred to me. I have edited history, with some liberties, based on the general premise of "If I only knew then what I know now". What could I have done with the knowledge and confidence gained in the following couple of years, and the inclinations I have now. In reality I made a choice between two people and had some rich experiences, but ... ----- As no one is truly innocent I may or may not have used actual names in real or fictional circumstances. Any resemblance to real persons or places will therefore probably be coincidental and should be ignored. Please note that plot development is given a higher priority than hard sex. The story takes a few chapters to cover the first couple of days - I hope you enjoy it enough to persevere. For some reason not all the English-speaking world uses American spelling. Treat it as an opportunity to learn about other customs if it looks strange - we have to. Remember - sex should be fun and if you don't think sex is dirty, you're not doing it right! ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* During high school I had been semi-coerced on several occasions into appearing in some minor roles in our school performances. In my final year, a friend who was the leading man in that year's musical was extremely popular with the chorus. As a result we found ourselves spending a great deal of time with the same group of girls - all a year or two behind us. In addition to rehearsals they had begun to hang around the boys in our class during lunch and other breaks. One was a friend who had shared a brief innocent passion with me before things cooled and we became "just good friends". While on a mutual "trading insults" basis with a couple of the other girls, I had not found any who really appealed to me - I suppose because none had shown any special interest in me. It was customary for a cast party to be held at the conclusion of each season (of three evening performances and a matinee) and Jean's family had offered their house for the festivities. Only just 16, Jean was almost a year younger than me, as were her closer friends in the cast, Sonia, Renate, Margaret and Greta; the even younger cast members tended to keep to their own group so I had little contact with them. I got there around 4:30 pm with a couple of mates. We were to have an hour or so mingling before a Barbecue was served then a few more hours partying into the evening. As everyone other than Jean's parents and the teachers present were under age, no alcohol was permitted. It was therefore fortunate that the flask bottle of navy rum conveniently fitting into the hip pocket of my jeans was concealed by my jacket. A small tent had been set up to hold the drinks and snacks out of the wind. It contained a sturdy table where disposable cups and plates were kept until needed. It also provided a convenient place for us to duck out of sight for a couple of minutes while we added something extra to the soft drinks provided by our hosts. I was with Scott and Dave chatting to a few of the girls and having a quiet drink. Margaret and I had finished our drinks and I offered to get a refill for her. "Do you want another Maggot?", I asked using the insulting nickname she had been graced with. "No thanks", she replied. "Anyone else? How about you Spaz?" I innocently referred to Sonia by her nickname. Wham! Did she hit the roof. She stormed off around the corner of the house as we watched in stunned silence. "I think an apology might be in order", suggested Dave quietly to me. "Yeah, I think you could be right", I agreed. I left them and followed Sonia to where she was sobbing by herself in the narrow walkway at the side of the house. "Hey, Sonia. I'm sorry. I didn't think you cared about it so much." She replied with a tearful English accent, "Well I do. I've had to put up with it, and put up with it, and I've had enough." I walked up to her and put my arms around her. She was a fair bit shorter than me and my chin rested on top of her short black hair. I hugged her as I promised, "I am sorry. I didn't intend to upset you, just annoy you a little I guess. No more nicknames from me and I'll have a word to the others. Is that all right?" She hugged me back. We hadn't made real physical contact before and it felt good. "Okay then." She wiped her eyes and nose on a tissue. We stood there in each others arms. There didn't seem to be an appropriate moment to let go. She was petite but definitely feminine and I was enjoying the experience of just feeling her curves pressing into me. When she moved and looked up at me, instincts I didn't know I had apparently took over and I leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She responded and the kiss turned more passionate. I had been introduced to French kissing a couple of years earlier at a class party at someone's home. Somehow we ended up playing spin the bottle and even the "nerdier" types like me managed to get lucky occasionally. In my case I was "chosen" by one of the hotter, and more experienced (she was the only girl pregnant in our final year), girls in the class. We met in the centre of the circle for our kiss and I was very pleasantly surprised by her tongue snaking itself between my lips to wrap itself around mine. An experience I wanted to repeat, it raised a not-quite- so-enthusiastic response from another girl later, "Ew, He put his tongue in my mouth!" Oh well! You certainly can't win them all. Sonia however, did know about such matters and was as willing as I to put them into practise. We spent a couple of minutes getting to know the insides of each other's mouths before deciding we should rejoin the others. We were both still at an age where we were aware of the comments of our peers and went back around the corner as individuals rather than a couple. We liked each other and now respected each other a little more but weren't quite confident enough go public about our budding feelings after only one kiss. The group welcomed us back with a little embarrassment and I asked, "How about the girls get their names back from now on?" No-one was game to object after Sonia's outburst and the matter was generally settled and forgotten. Conversations came and went as people moved in and out of the group. Sonia went off with Renate after a while; I presume so Renate could quiz her best friend over what I had said to her. I finally went back to the tent to refill my glass. I was just adding a little top up when a girl I didn't know came into the tent. "Hello", I said as I put away the bottle. "Hello. Mind if I try some?" She nodded towards my cup. "Not at all." I extended my hand and she took the cup and had a sip. "Nice." I had been admiring her figure and was thinking the same thing myself. She returned the cup and I took a sip as well. "I don't think I know you." "I'm Cilla - Jean's sister." She certainly wasn't a younger sister, and I knew she wasn't at our school. "Hi. I'm Glyn. You're not at our school then." Start off by stating the bleeding obvious I suppose. At least you get the conversation going without making any assumptions which could blow up on you. "No. I finished a year or so ago and got a job." Okay. She's working but doesn't look old enough to have moved out yet - at least she is here tonight and I don't see anyone coming to crash their younger sister's party if they didn't live at home. "Where do you work?" "I'm in the distribution area for the public libraries. We place orders from the various chains of book stores and package up the shipments for the libraries which want them." "Do you enjoy it?" "Yes. There is plenty of variety, and I get a chance to preview a lot of books I could never afford to buy. You just have to be extra careful not to make it too obvious that any particular copy has been read." She smiled. It was a nice smile and I returned it. We shared another sip. "So. How many brothers and sisters DO you have?" "There's seven of us - three girls and four boys. I'm the oldest at eighteen and the youngest is five." "Hmm", I thought with an internal smile, "an 'older' woman!" "I'm one of six - my parents favour big families too." We finished off the cup and I made fresh ones for both of us. Cilla joined me when I walked back to the group. Jean was there and introduced her to the others. Sonia returned with Renate and they came to stand next to me on the other side from Cilla. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Renate staring at me but she quickly turned away as I turned towards her. What had Sonia said? As the afternoon turned to dusk I had the unusual experience of receiving the attention of not one but two pleasant young women. When dinner was served we queued together and as they found seats I offered to get drinks for both of them. I returned with three special mixes and sat with them to eat my meal. Sonia's eyes opened wide when she took her first sip. "Not too strong?", I asked. "No. It's just that I wasn't expecting it and haven't really had much to drink before. What's in it?" "Just a little rum I expect", said Cilla as she took a sip of her own drink. "You can't have much left by now." "No, just enough for one to share." Sonia looked back and forth between us. "I met Cilla when she came into the tent as I was mixing a drink earlier." Sonia looked a little worried. "You're not going to say anything to Mum or your parents are you?", she asked Cilla. I looked puzzled. "No", Cilla responded and then looked at me. "Sonia lives across the street. She's often over here to see Jean." "Oh." We talked amongst ourselves mainly - people had been spread around the back yard in smaller groups to eat - and had been getting on well together. Neither of the girls had seemed threatened by the other; perhaps they weren't too worried if they "lost" me - a great thought for my ego. We got rid of our rubbish and settled back down again with our chairs facing together around a plastic table that had been vacated by some others. As we talked I gently rubbed my leg along the back of Sonia's. She responded with her calf smoothly sliding over my shin. I mischievously repeated my actions with Cilla using my other leg and was pleased to get the same response from her. The promise of an interesting evening - from one direction or another! I put my arms down by my sides and leaned forwards. Trying to watch the reaction of both ladies at once I put a hand on each of their legs (and No, I don't have four hands - one leg per girl!) just above the knee and gently rubbed their thigh through their dresses. They both looked at me (I had to try to split the difference while still talking normally and not obviously be looking at one or the other) and neither objected in word or deed. The conversation continued and after a while, Sonia looked at me and asked, "Any chance of another of your drinks?" I stopped what I was doing and, removing the bottle from my pocket, gently swished the contents around out of sight under the table. "There should be enough for a strong one or a couple of weaker ones. Would you like to join me?" Most of the others had already got fresh drinks while I had been using the telephone book (i.e. my fingers were doing the walking) so the drinks tent was vacant. "Strong or weak?" "Strong" "Okay, Strong then." I half filled the cup with rum and added a splash of lemon. The plates and cutlery had been cleared so the table was now empty and I sat in the middle. "Come and sit next to me", I instructed. The girls complied with Sonia on my left and Cilla on the right. I gave Sonia the cup first since she had asked so nicely and put an arm around each girl's waist. I declined to partake saying that I had had plenty before and Sonia passed the cup to Cilla who also took a drink. As Cilla took a sip I turned to Sonia and gave her another kiss. She responded firmly and I took the opportunity to move my hand up and around a little more towards her breast. When we broke apart Cilla passed the cup back to Sonia and turned my head towards her and proceeded to kiss me as well. My tongue slid between her lips as my right hand also moved up towards her breast. Our lips parted and Sonia passed the remnants of the drink back to Cilla. Not to be outdone she also claimed another kiss as I gently massaged her breast through the top of her dress. At the same time I reached around Cilla and gently kneaded her breast as well. I sat up again and hugged the two ladies to my sides, with a quiet but forlorn quest to gently probe for their nipples through a bra and a dress. I may not have accomplished much in terms of arousing the girls but neither had objected to my actions and, more surprisingly, neither had objected to my actions with the other girl. I myself, a horny seventeen (well coming up shortly) year old, was finding the situation terribly arousing and it was probably only the effect of the alcohol which stopped me creaming my jeans then.