Date: Thu, 1 Apr 2004 14:35:42 -0800 (PST) From: Marie LeClare Subject: Age of Innocence Lost - lesbian adult youth This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental NOTE: This is a true story about my first experience with a woman, but due to legal reasons it had to be put under fiction. Age of Innocence Lost Ff By Marie LeClare My Mom had always wanted to be a dancer on Broadway, but her parents couldn't afford dancing class so she sent me. I was in my first recital at the age of 5 and loved people looking at me, as I played a kitten. When we moved from the little village in Canada to the big city in Ohio, I was enrolled in dancing school even before I was enrolled in the local Catholic school. I totally loved seeing the other girls undressing for gym, although I didn't know what I was feeling, at night I would masturbate thinking of them. Miss Shaw, my dancing teacher took a special interest in me and sometimes, instead of practicing at her dancing studio, we would practice at her apartment. She took me through all the classics of ballet, tap dancing, toe dancing, and jazz. When I did good she would hug me close to her and tell me how beautiful I was and how talented. At night I would think back to her and the thought of her hugging me, and I would rub my little pussy. One day, I was 14, and trying a very difficult toe dancing leap, and fell in a heap on the floor. Miss Shaw picked me up in her arms and carried me to the couch. Smelling her perfume, it was White Diamonds my favorite even today, did something to me and I wanted to be home to rub my pussy, but I couldn't. As I lay on the couch in my black leotards, she picked up my leg and started to massage it, telling me it was going to be alright, even going so far as to kiss my foot. Her hand was massaging up further, and although I didn't know anything about women making love I really enjoyed her hands on me, hoping against hope that she would touch my pussy. It really got intense when her hand was massaging my inner thigh, and I thought I was smelling the smell from my pussy that would happen when I would rub it, and hoping she couldn't smell it like I could. Her fingers got closer and closer to my pussy, and when her little finger slipped under the leg of my leotards I held my breath. Not saying a word or breathing, wanting her to touch my pussy, which she did. "Marie" she said, "your little vagina is all wet. Do you have to pee?" I just nodded no, not hardly even breathing. "Do you have to masturbate?" she said as her little finger was softly rubbing my little pussy, "it's alright if you do, because even grownup ladies like myself masturbate." I was blushing like mad, and asked "you do?" She said "yes I do. Would you like me to help you? It'll be our little secret." I just nodded yes, not hardly breathing. She pulled aside my leotards and cotton panties, which by this time had a wet spot, and rubbed my pussy. It was incredible, like nothing I had ever felt before in my entire life. She said, "you have a lovely pussy Marie, I think I'm going to kiss it" as she lowered her head and kissed my pussy. As I felt her lips on my pussy, her tongue started licking, and thinking to myself, that's not kissing, that's licking, but don't stop. When she parted my little pussy lips with her fingers and I felt her tongue invade my holy of holies, I thought I was in heaven. Moments later I could feel the tingle getting stronger and I knew from my playing with my pussy that I was going to cum. The feeling generated throughout my whole body and I stiffened, my pussy contracted, and I came. As she sat back up she asked if I liked that and again I nodded yes. Then she said, "would you like to help me masturbate?" Just by the look in my face, or perhaps I nodded again, I don't remember, but she hiked up her skirt and rolled down her panties, and for the first time in my entire life I saw a woman's pussy without any hair. As she lay back on the couch she took my hand and drew me to her, placing my hand on her wet pussy. I really didn't know what to do but I rubbed it like I used to rub my own pussy. Then she said, "Marie, would you kiss it like I kissed your pussy?" Before I could answer she pulled me closer to her and put her hand on the back of my head, drawing me to her pussy. As my head got closer to her pussy I took a quick little lick of my fingers to see if her taste would be awful, but it wasn't. So I stuck out my tongue as far as I could stretch it and let it connect with her pussy. "Oh yes Marie just like that, don't stop licking until I tell you to stop" she said. As she held herself open she told me to lick the little bump at the top of her slit in a little circle, which I did. My jaw was starting to hurt from doing all the licking and I wondered how much longer I would have to lick, when all of a sudden she started jumping around on the couch saying "oh God yes, don't stop", and liquid started pouring out of her pussy which tasted so good I drank it. Finally she settled down and released my head and helped me sit up, asking "did you like that Marie?" I just nodded yes again, and she said "we must keep this fun a secret, but from now on in we're lovers Marie". I just beamed and said, "I love you", and she said, "I love you too Marie". If you like this story or have any comments, please write me at MarieLeClare@Yahoo.com I also have a woman's only free group on Yahoo. If you're a woman, 18 or older, and it says that on your Yahoo profile, you can join. We have other lesbian writers and their fans. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MarieLeClaresStoryland/