Girls. And Rowena.
I'm just going to type, and see where this goes. I wanted to write, as I have been thinking lots lately about the early times, that set me off on my own journey. And also to use my fantastic new laptop, which has been performing perfectly...Yayyyy...after that old one which was agonisingly grinding to a halt every day.
I went to a mixed school. Boys were just There, and never seemed relevant to me. I never noticed any of them. Even at my age of 12 onwards. Hope that's allowed on xH. Yes, some stared. Some tried to touch - me and other girls, of course. I'd let them sometimes, just to get them to go away. Stop them, and it seemed to cause trouble. Very early on, I learned the power of my sex, in both senses of the word.
I was acutely aware of girls, though. Of course! Personalities. Bodies. Smells. I studied. Eyes, mouths, breast sizes through blouses. Legs, mostly pale. I loved the changing rooms. All the chatter. Our nakedness. All the different shapes and sizes of their feet. Patches of fur. Different nipples. Daring to get close. Touch. Find the boundaries. Who was looking at me. Who smiled at me. Who boldly Showed me.
Peeping over each other's shoulder to see if anyone was watching, as the separate now group of girls, kissed, and touched.
We didn't have actual girlfriends then. We didn't understand. But we felt the pleasures very early on. There were lots of places we could go to to Play. Incomprehensible orgasms. Pleasure. Girls. Happiness.
Becoming couples. Hand in hand everywhere. People didn't know. Sleepovers. Tents in the garden. Mouths attached to urine scented panties, and what was inside. Endlessly. Pulling them off and starting again. Pressing faces between lips. Frantically rubbing each other's clitoris. Still not understanding. But the realisation became more and more clear as time went on. Lesbian. That was it. That was it!
How that developed through the years! Now attention is concentrated on character, clothes, shoes. And what we like. It became the most beautiful thing. Still is.
One episode, during those times. I was still very you*g. My mother had a friend, Rowena. Mum would take my sister and I over to play with Rowena's kids, Bruce and Lindsay. Lindsay was a little young*r even than me, and was cute, actually. Bet she's gorgeous now! They had a swimming pool. We were all in there, while the mothers had tea etc. in the garden. Rowena came over to the pool to feel the water. She knelt down by the side of the pool, near me. She smiled at me, and opened her legs. She had no underwear on. What she had was in full view to me. Loads of hair, not hiding huge lips! I stared. What did Rowena know about me? My mother definitely knew nothing.
There we were. Rowena, my mother's friend and age. Smiling at me. Showing me her Cunt. I stared, and to this day I can see it. I cannot stop masturbating with the image in my mind. She knew something. I wish she had taken it further. I fantasize almost daily about what she might have done. Sensibly, she obeyed the law. And excited my life.
I went to a mixed school. Boys were just There, and never seemed relevant to me. I never noticed any of them. Even at my age of 12 onwards. Hope that's allowed on xH. Yes, some stared. Some tried to touch - me and other girls, of course. I'd let them sometimes, just to get them to go away. Stop them, and it seemed to cause trouble. Very early on, I learned the power of my sex, in both senses of the word.
I was acutely aware of girls, though. Of course! Personalities. Bodies. Smells. I studied. Eyes, mouths, breast sizes through blouses. Legs, mostly pale. I loved the changing rooms. All the chatter. Our nakedness. All the different shapes and sizes of their feet. Patches of fur. Different nipples. Daring to get close. Touch. Find the boundaries. Who was looking at me. Who smiled at me. Who boldly Showed me.
Peeping over each other's shoulder to see if anyone was watching, as the separate now group of girls, kissed, and touched.
We didn't have actual girlfriends then. We didn't understand. But we felt the pleasures very early on. There were lots of places we could go to to Play. Incomprehensible orgasms. Pleasure. Girls. Happiness.
Becoming couples. Hand in hand everywhere. People didn't know. Sleepovers. Tents in the garden. Mouths attached to urine scented panties, and what was inside. Endlessly. Pulling them off and starting again. Pressing faces between lips. Frantically rubbing each other's clitoris. Still not understanding. But the realisation became more and more clear as time went on. Lesbian. That was it. That was it!
How that developed through the years! Now attention is concentrated on character, clothes, shoes. And what we like. It became the most beautiful thing. Still is.
One episode, during those times. I was still very you*g. My mother had a friend, Rowena. Mum would take my sister and I over to play with Rowena's kids, Bruce and Lindsay. Lindsay was a little young*r even than me, and was cute, actually. Bet she's gorgeous now! They had a swimming pool. We were all in there, while the mothers had tea etc. in the garden. Rowena came over to the pool to feel the water. She knelt down by the side of the pool, near me. She smiled at me, and opened her legs. She had no underwear on. What she had was in full view to me. Loads of hair, not hiding huge lips! I stared. What did Rowena know about me? My mother definitely knew nothing.
There we were. Rowena, my mother's friend and age. Smiling at me. Showing me her Cunt. I stared, and to this day I can see it. I cannot stop masturbating with the image in my mind. She knew something. I wish she had taken it further. I fantasize almost daily about what she might have done. Sensibly, she obeyed the law. And excited my life.
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