Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 13:54:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Annie Becomes a Lesbian (lesbian/Beginninhs oral, (g/g) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Annie Becoming a Lesbian By Jan My father was a sergeant in the U.S. Air Force, as a result every three or four years we were uprooted and moved to a different military bases all over the world. It was rare that we were stationed in the United States, but even then the bases were usually in some hot dusty hellhole. Mother complained about it but never insisted on living in a better community. My parents are Southern Baptists, and as such they held very stringent beliefs about being plain. Mother never wore makeup or fashionable clothes. She was a registered nurse, so it worked out well for us, because every base welcomed her service. My siblings and I were always dressed very plainly. When I was 12-years-old, my younger brother was 9, and two younger twin sisters that were 8 at the time we were stationed in Spokane Washington. It was Fairchild Air Force Base in eastern part of the State closer to Idaho than anything. For the first time in my life I was enrolled in a public school. It was a pretty normal suburban community. Our home was one of the smallest in the neighborhood. I remember vividly always wearing plain white cotton underwear. As long as we were living on the Air Force bases where the other children dressed just as plainly as me I didn't feel left out, but when Father reached a rank where he could afford to rent a home off base, exposed me to a variety of lifestyles. I was very apprehensive about going to my first public school. I was very nervous about standing there while being introduced to my sixth grade class. For the first time I was exposed to children that dressed in a variety of clothes. I became aware of just how plain I was. My hair is a common light brown color, and it is so fine that it couldn't hold a permanent. I was kind of a tomboy, but I always wanted to be pretty. My clothes looked so plain compared to the other girls in the school. I was reluctant to try and approach any of the girls in an attempt to befriend them. It was only a day or two later that a very nice girl approached me to become her friend. I envied her good looks. She had beautiful black hair that had a natural wave to it that hung down her back, and her name was Lisa. She was always wearing fashionable clothes. I was flattered that she wanted to be my friend. She even invited me to visit her home. I was very impressed with how plush her family's home was. Lisa had an older sister that was just as attractive. I couldn't help being a little jealous of everything they had. Her mother and sister were so attractive and they had very pretty clothes. They shopped at Nordstrom, while my clothes came from Walmart and J.C. Penny's, yuck! Her bedroom was really nice too; It had a canopied bed, sprawling vanity with an upholstered vanity chair. The room was large enough for her to have a desk and chair for her computer. It looked like she had an office in her bedroom. She not only invited me to visit her during the week, she also invited me to spend the weekends at her home. When I spent Saturdays with her, her older sister would fix up our hair, and put makeup on us. I felt a pang of shame because my panties and training bra was just cheap cotton things that were old and threadbare, while Lisa's were gorgeous silky things in pretty colors and sexy patterns. Just the same it was great sexy fun to have her sister apply my liner, mascara, blush, eye shadow, lip gloss and even curl my hair. Lisa and I were both very interested in sex, so we started role playing, at her suggestion. We would take turns playing the part of the male while we kissed each other. It was thrilling to kiss each other with tongue, and we would feel each other up. I could pretend that her bedroom was mine, I was surrounded by the lace coverlet and pretty sheets, and she was my boyfriend as she kissed me. She would feel my little breasts. The first time we exchanged panties, and I felt her warm sexy panties, on my body was thrilling. While she was kissing me she slipped her hand into the panties and started rubbing my clit. It scared the hell out of me, and she realized I had no idea what she was doing, so she said, "Let me show you how to polish your pearl!" She masturbated me until I had my first orgasm. When I recovered I did the same thing to her, at her request, even though I hardly knew what I was doing. We eventually dropped the pretense of being the boys and we were practicing for the day we would be dating boys. We still would discuss the guys on VJ on MTV who were cute and talk about having sex with them. Her parents gave her a subscription to Tiger Beat, and we would play a game where we would grade them; Kill, Marry or Screw, where we would pick three guys from bands and proclaim which ones we would kill, which ones we would marry, and which ones we just wanted to have sex with. Lisa was more sexually aware than me, so she always took the lead in the things we did. I never asked her who taught her about sex, but I assumed it was probably her older sister. I often felt the wetness in my panties, but didn't understand what it meant. I was fundamentally a shy girl and it shocked me the first time Lisa pulled down her panties in front of me and began rubbing her pussy in front of me. I was transfixed watching her though. It brought back memories of my early childhood. My father used to bath me in the tub when I was a lot younger, and several times I remembered him washing my crotch. I got aroused when he was touching me. I never had an orgasm, but it felt good. I think my mother caught him doing it, and yelled at him. That was just a vague recollection of the past. I do remember that it hurt my feelings when he stopped bathing me. He simply told me I was too big to be washed. I should bathe myself. I often played in the family car, and one time when I opened the glove box I removed the first aid kit. I found a picture inside. It was colored photograph of a naked woman sitting on a bed. Her breasts and hairy pussy were fully exposed to the cameras lens. Looking at the naked woman got me sexually aroused. I sought out the picture many times, because I liked the feelings it aroused in me. It bothered me the day I found it missing from the first aid kit. Watching Lisa masturbating was even better than the picture. When she had an orgasm, I got super aroused, and I didn't hesitate when she offered to show me how to masturbate. When she touched me down there all of those feelings came rushing back. I remembered how I felt when I was 3 or 4-years-old and my father touched me down there, and how I felt when looking at that naked woman's picture. I almost felt like I was going to pee when she slid a finger past my labia major, into my wetness and found my little clit. She stimulated my clit with her fingertip, and told me to do it to myself and keep doing it. Lisa described what an orgasm would feel like by saying, "You should rub yourself like I'm doing until you feel like you're going to pee, and keep doing it. The feeling will be very intense, but you will soon be very relaxed!" I watched her body tense up and then relax. I couldn't wait to try it. My orgasm was as intense as hers if not more. Lisa watched me masturbate, and was a little surprised by how animated and vocal I got as my orgasm approached. As it built up I got sexually agitated and almost angry. I worked faster and harder until BAM! Lisa looked shocked, probably because I was so loud! I was weak and trembling and frightened by what was happening to my body. I was actually thinking that I had hurt myself! When I went home that night I did it again in my bed. At least I knew what to expect that time, so I could control myself better. I loved doing it better with Lisa watching, and having her do it to me. It was especially nice being in bed naked and falling asleep in each other's arms. I began to think more about the picture my dad had and wondered if he had more. There were many boxes of his stuff in garage, and I began to go through them hoping to find more. It didn't take long until I found a shoe box with hundreds of pictures and postcards. The ones with men and women having sex horrified me. I could not imagine having one of those huge penises inside me. Even though I knew I would be lubricated, it still seemed painful, but the ones showing women with other women, WOW! I knew instantly when I saw the first one of a woman licking the pussy of another woman what they were doing, and loved the idea. Now at last I had learned something new that I planned on showing Lisa! I stole one of the postcards and showed Lisa the card the next day. I already knew what she smelled like and tasted like, because I had often smelled and even tasted my finger after making her orgasm. But I was unprepared for the intensity of actually having my tongue licking on her clit. I loved the intimacy of it. And I felt so grown up doing it. Now petting and fingering seemed so juvenile compared with having oral sex with her. I thought I had found something that Lisa didn't know about. Of course I was wrong and a couple weeks later, her big sister got home from school and stuck her head in the bedroom and said, "It smells like sex in here! I know what you've been doing! Don't worry, I've experimented with other girls too, so I'm not going to say anything, but wash up when you're done, so Mom and Dad don't catch on." We found it amusing that her sister could tell what we had been doing just by the smell lingering in the bedroom. We showered and put on body lotion before putting on our nightgowns and going back to bed. After Lisa's sister knew what we were doing she insisted on showing us how lesbians made love to each other. It was not as if she were teaching anything we didn't already know until she brought up the subject of strap-on sex and anal sex. Lisa and I had no desire to try anal sex, and having a rubber dick stuck in my body was just as unattractive. To demonstrate she put a strap-on dildo on Lisa, and let her fuck her. After she had an orgasm she insisted on her baby sister fucking her in the asshole. I still didn't have any desire to try that sort of thing. Her sister did tease us by licking our assholes until we were almost climbing the walls. That felt so good both of us wound up licking each other's assholes and her older sister's. I will never forget the three years we were stationed there, and my sexual desire never diminished after that. Every base we were stationed at until I went to college I always did my best to find a girl or woman lover. Living on our next base I found an Air Force nurse that was happy to be my lover. 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