Basement Experimentation With My Tomboy Pal

The smooth, white skin on the inside of Tara's thighs was soft and sensitive. I slid my hands up and down from her knees to her girlish shorts, taking in the flats and the curves, noting the hem of her white panties poking out from beneath the pink and yellow denim. She watched me with interest while I explored her. It was the first time I'd been this close to a girl's body and the intimacy was as exciting as was the forbiddenness of it. We knew we had to stay quiet in my parent's basement. No one ever bothered us when we played down here. Half of it was finished out like a den, with bean bag chairs, one of which she reclined on now with her legs open towards me.

Tara and I had been neighborhood pals for a while. Her curly red hair was cropped close to her head in a tomboyish manner that matched her freckles and the easy way we played together. We have had several conversations about our bodies and curiosity about each other. I saw a sex scene on a show my parents were watching and wanted to know what it was like to touch a girl. Once I said it out loud she was very down to try something.

My hand passed up one thigh, across the seam of her shorts that ran into her crotch, feeling her body warmth and a subtle protrusion, then down the other thigh. She inhaled slightly when I touched her there. So, I did it again back the other way.

"Can I see it?"

"Uh huh," she answered with a nonchalance that masked a growing giddiness. I unsnapped her shorts, pushing her t-shirt up onto her tummy. Pulling her shorts off took some tugging. She lifted her butt off the beanbag to help me. Her panties were easier, sliding over her knees smoothly. Her legs fell wide, the pouted skin of her vagina slipping open slightly to reveal pink inside with a touch of moisture. A small, feathery plume of fine hairs gathered in an almond shape above the slit. Her anus was also pink, surrounded by bright, fair skin. She looked down at herself as I took in the new sights.

"The guy on the show did this, and the girl really liked it." I stroked her once along the ridges of her opening. She cooed lightly. She was very responsive. It made my penis so hard I had to shift to get it comfortable in my shorts. I continued to stroke up and down around the outside of her vagina. A small piece of light pink flesh poked upward out of the top of the crevice. I brushed it with my fingertips and she made a sweet moaning sound.

"You like that part?" I asked, innocently.

"Uh-huh." I touched it again and her head fell back slightly, her eyes heavy. I did a pattern, up and down the ridges to either side of the vertical slit, drifting across the stick-out part. She seemed to go into a trance. "Wowww, that's so goooddd..." she said in a whisper.

"What if I tried with my mouth? I saw that too."

"Whatever you want to do..." she said, lost in the sensations I was giving her. I pulled the two sides of her apart, bearing the light pink inside. She glistened in there. I lowered my face in close, her thighs looming to either side of my head. A fragrance washed over my senses, a subtle, musky sweetness. I looked up to see her eyes glued to me. Down I went, extending my tongue and took a lick of her. She jolted slightly, startling me.

"Is it ok?"

"Mm-hmm," she said hurriedly, never taking her eyes off me. Her mouth opened with mine as I extended my tongue once again, this time laying it flat on her skin like I was licking a popsicle. I followed the base of her opening up into the soft flesh between the ridges, held open by my fingers. My tongue filled the crevice in, dragging along the inner pinkness. A strong flavor came out from there. Up I licked, until I was rolling over the little button at the top. She let out a long sigh, her eyes becoming heavy.

I did it again, pulling her open a little wider. She seemed sealed up, with only a small hole inside. I was pretty sure a penis should fit in there, but I couldn't see how. My mouth was watering, making my tongue slick as I slid up and down over her vagina. I loved her taste and how she quivered when I licked her. Her hips shuddered suddenly, she seemed to tense up, then release.

"Still good?" I asked between licks.

"Ohhh...yesyes..." she said. "I can't help shaking like that...oh," she responded to my tongue again as I delved into her a little deeper. I licked downward until I could probe her pink anus. She rotated her hips backwards lifting her legs off the beanbag to allow me access to her back there. I licked her wetly, tasting all her tastes. I felt like my erection would burst in my pants.

"Up here more," she tapped herself on the pussy. I lapped at her hungrily now, mimicking what I'd seen on TV. "Don't stop, ohh oh please..." she whimpered, holding onto her legs just under the knee. Her head fell backward and she began to breathe really fast. I felt her hand grab the back of my head and her pelvis pumped into my face as she seemed to go into conniptions, fighting not to cry out.

"Oh god, oh god...mmmphhphh..." she struggled against some unseen force, then was released from it and lay on her side, panting as I licked her clean for another few seconds.

"Wow, that was...uh..."

"Good?"

"SO good," she said, smiling at me. "Can I see yours now?"

In seconds, my pants and undies were off and my stiff little cock was sliding into her mouth. It was not the best blow job I've had. But it was my first. And, Tara's tongue managed to pull my first orgasm out of me, complete with a mouthful of cum.

We practiced on each other for most of that summer until school started and our friends groups changed. I'll never forget those afternoons in the basement on the beanbag chair!