Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2010 17:35:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Awaking of Kimberly (lesbian/adult youth, oral anal, F/F, F/g, F/g)

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               Awakening of Kimberly
                        By
                       Jan

	There was no moon one summer's evening when
a group of young girls were playing Hide and Seek.  I
had joined a classmate on her block to play with her
friends.  I chose to hide in the yard of the house
that the other girls avoided.  For some reason they
treated the house as if it were haunted.

	I didn't understand why they had such
trepidations about the house.  I knew there were
two women living there.  I had seen one of the
women a few times before.  She looked like the kind
of woman you would see singing in the church choir.
She wore tortoise shell glasses, rather short hair,
simple conservative dresses and practical wide
heeled shoes.  The other woman was obviously a
nurse because the few times I saw her she was
dressed in hospital greens.  I never got a good look
at her.  She was a bit of a mystery because she
worked different hours.  There were times she was
just getting home from work when I was going to
school.  Other times she was getting home in the
evening.  I saw no reason for the apprehension the
other girls showed towards them.

	I had hid behind a large camellia bush at the
side of the house.  No one entered their property, so
I was not found.  When the girl that was it was far
enough away from the base tree I came out of
hiding and ran for the tree.  As I tagged the tree I
called, "Ollie Ollie Oxon Free, Free, Free!"

	The other girls wanted to know where I had
been hiding.  When I told them that I had been in
the yard over there, as I pointed in the direction of
the home of the two women, the other girls told me
that was off limits."

	I didn't understand why their house was off
limits.  One of the older girls told me that it was off
limits because they were lesbians!  I had no idea
what a lesbian was, for all I knew that was the name
of a country.  The girl saw that her statement didn't
mean anything to me.  She thought it was funny.
She told me in a confidential tone, "Lesbians are
women that have sex with each other.  They might
try and rape girls like us!"

	I knew very little about sex as a third grader.
All I knew was that men did something to women and
a baby grew inside their bellies for almost a year.  I
didn't even know how it took place.  The most I had
ever done was play the game of doctor with some
girls and boys enough to know the physical
difference between boys and girls.  The idea that
women might do something with each other had
never occurred to me before.  I didn't know how to
ask the girl what she was talking about.  I didn't
want to look like I was stupid.  I wondered about her
statement for days.

	I wondered what they did to each other.  I
figured out by the house number that their home
was directly behind my family's home or either side
of it.  My family's home was 5612 and the house
number of their home was 5613.  I checked to make
sure by peeking over the fence.  I could see enough
of the driveway to see one of their cars.  I made up
my mind to find out what all of the fuss was about.

	There was a planter outside my bedroom
window.  I knew how to open my window and slip out
of the window without making enough noise to wake
up my parents.  One night I kept my play clothes on
and went to bed.  When I heard my father snoring I
slipped out the window.  I climbed the backyard
fence and found that there was a trellis that would
allow me to climb back over the fence.  I climbed
down the trellis to their backyard.  I made my way
to the back of their house and peeked through the
windows.  I could not see anything.  The blinds were
closed and there was no light in the rooms.  I moved
around the house trying to peek in every window.  I
had no luck at all.  Eventually I made my way back to
their backyard and climbed up the trellis.  I
returned home and back through my window.  I was
determined to find out what all the fuss was about.

	I tried a couple of more times before my
parents went out for an evening at a friend's home.
I talked them into leaving me home by myself.  As
soon as it got dark I made my way over the wall.
This time I noticed that both cars were in the
driveway.  I was sure that both of them were home.
I looked for a window with lights on.  When I peeked
in the window I could make out most of the room
under the bottom of the blinds.  I was disappointed
to see them reading.  One was reading the newspaper
and the other was reading a magazine.  I must have
made enough noise rustling past the bushes that one
of them heard it.  The nurse got up and left the
room.  I continued watching the other woman.  While
I was watching I suddenly heard the bush behind me
move and was confronted by the nurse.

	There was no place for me to run.  I was
trapped.  She grabbed my arm and dragged me into
the house.  I was scared to death.  Was she going to
rape me? (Whatever that meant)  She led me into
the room I had been watching.

	One of the ladies I had been watching was
startled to see her friend pulling me into the room.
The nurse demanded of me, "Why were you spying on
us?"

	I was terrified, "I, I was told by a girl that you
were Lisboans.  I wanted to find out what that
meant!"

	She flashed a crocked smile, "Do you mean
Lesbians?"

	I looked puzzled, "Something like that.  Is that
a country?"

	She continued to smile, "That is not a country.
It is a life style."  She understood that I had no
idea what I was talking about.  "What else did she
tell you about us?"

	"She told me that your house was out of
bounds, when we played hide and seek a few nights
ago, because you might rape us." I whispered.

	She almost choked, "Do you think I'm going to
rape you?"

	"I don't know what that is, but I don't think
you would do anything to hurt me!"

	She smiles, "Do you want to find out what
being a lesbian is all about?"

	The other woman said, "Arlene, don't you dare
start something! She is just a child."

	She looked at her friend and gave her a look
that made her lower her eyes.  "This young girl has
been spying on us because she has been told things
about us.  She is obviously curious about what we do.
Why not tell her?"

	The other woman was about to say something
when the first woman held up a finger.  That seemed
to make her close her mouth.

	The woman holding my arm demanded, "What is
your name and where do you live?"

	"My name is Kimberly.  I live in the house
behind yours."

	The other woman said, "I have seen her a few
times.  That is where she lives."

	The one with the strong grip on my arm said,
"That is Delores or 'De' over there.  She is the city
librarian.  My name is Arlene.  I am a registered
nurse at the County Hospital."

	I swear that De looked like a sweet little
middle aged woman that would cry if anyone yelled
at her.  Arlene was a stocky woman that looked as
strong as a man.  Her hair was cropped rather short.
She didn't have any makeup on at all.  She had on
slacks and a polo shirt.  From the way her nipples
were poking the shirt it looked like her breasts were
sagging almost to her waist and there was no hint of
a bra.  The way she was holding onto my arm close to
her body also felt soft, adding to the suspicion that
there was no bra under her shirt.  At that moment I
was too afraid of what she was going to do to think
about what she was wearing.

	Arlene continued, "If you are interested in
finding out what lesbianism is all about I can teach
you."

	De started sputtering, "Arlene, you can't do
that.  She is too young.  You will get us in trouble!"

	"Kimberly is not going to tell anyone how she
learned about what lesbians are. Are you honey?"

	I sputtered, "No."

	De didn't say anything more.  She simply got up
and left the room.  From what I could tell she was
doing something in the kitchen.  I heard a tea kettle
whistling eventually.  While she was gone Arlene
invited me to sit on the couch next to her, while she
started telling me about what lesbianism was all
about.

	She started off by telling me, "Lesbian is not a
county.  Lesbians' are all females they are not any
different from any other female.  She told me that
she just prefers to have sex with other women."
She could tell that the word sex was bothering me.
"Do you know anything about sex?"

	I told her what I knew about how babies were
made.  She was amused by my innocence.  She smiled
very sweetly at my naiveté.  She placed her hand on
my knee, "Honey, there are many ways that people
can enjoy sex without making babies.  Sex can make
you feel good, just for the fun of it.  There are
many ways women can please each other."

	I really didn't understand what she was talking
about, but the way her hand was resting on my knee
not only felt warm, it caused a strange tingling
feeling in my body.  She was sitting so close to me
that I could feel the heat of her body through my
clothes.  She had one arm on the back of the couch
around my shoulders.  Her hand was lightly resting
on my opposite shoulder.  Her body smelled like soap.
I felt safe next to her and excited by the prospect
of learning about something forbidden.  Her other
hand was resting on my thigh again, it did feel good.

	Arlene said, "Women kiss each other a lot to
show how much they love each other!  They also hug
and touch each other."

	There was nothing she was telling me that was
all that strange.  I kissed and hugged my female
relatives and friends.  It did not feel all that
strange when Arlene leaned close to me and kissed
me on the mouth.  The kiss lasted a long time and I
could feel her cool breath on my cheek as she
breathed.  The hand on my knee was moving up the
inside of my thigh.  I didn't understand the feelings
her hand was inducing in my body.  My flesh felt like
it was crawling under her fingers.  When her hand
reached my panties her tongue entered my mouth.
None of my friends or relatives had ever stuck their
tongue in my mouth before.  It felt so strange in my
mouth.  She was moving her tongue around inside my
mouth, when her hand came to rest on the bulge of
my panties.  She pulled her head back and asked, "Do
you like the way lesbians' kiss?"

	I was almost breathless when I said very
softly, "Yes!"

	The hand on my panties started rubbing the
smooth material of my panties.  I was a little
embarrassed that Arlene was going to see my
panties, because the panties I had on were not my
best.  I knew that they were worn thin from
washings and had permanent stains from potty
marks, urine stains, and the inside of the leg
openings were stained by sweat and sloughed off
skin cells, that left a yellowish stain.

	Arlene slid her hand all the way up to my waist
before she slipped her hand down the inside of my
panties.  I had never felt anything like it, when her
fingers stroked my pubic mound.  I was surprised at
the feeling and sucked in air when her finger slipped
into the opening of my pussy.  Her finger found that
little nub and played with it.

	My mother had told me to never let anyone
touch me there.  I had already found out that it felt
good to touch myself while bathing, but I had never
played with it as long as Arlene was doing.  When I
had touched myself it had not felt anywhere as
intense as it felt when Arlene touched me down
there.  It didn't take long before I was quivering like
a leaf in the breeze.

	Arlene took her hand out of my panties and
kissed me like I had never been kissed before.  She
was holding my face with both hands.  The hand that
had been in my panties was so close to my nose I
could smell the odor of my own pussy.  I felt as weak
as a rag doll.  I closed my eyes, when I opened them
De was standing on the other side of the coffee
table with a tea tray in her hand.

	She placed it on the table and poured three
cups of tea.  The playing was interrupted while we
drank the tea and ate some cookies.  De sat in a
chair facing us.  Arlene continued telling me about
what women could do to please each other.

	She told me, "Some women are submissive.
They only do what they are told, and prefer to allow
the other woman to take charge in the love making.
The most common name these women are called is a
sub or a fem.  There are also women that prefer to
be in charge of the love making.  They are called
Butches or dykes, if you're mean."

	I vaguely remembered hearing girls call other
girls those names.  I didn't know what they meant.  I
could tell by the tone of their voices that it was not
a nice name they were obviously dirty words!"

	Arlene chuckled, "To some people they are
dirty words.  To lesbian they can be a simple
statement of fact.  Names can only hurt if you let
them."

	While she was saying that her fingers were
resting on my thigh again.  My pussy started tingling
in anticipation of her hand returning to the crotch
of my panties.  De was gathering up the tea things
to return them to the kitchen.  I heard the water
running while Arlene was talking to me.  She was
assuring me, "Any time you feel uncomfortable with
what I'm doing, I will stop whatever I'm doing."

	I trusted her because she was so much like my
own relatives.  There was nothing she was doing that
felt dangerous.  She started kissing me again like
before and worked her hand back up my leg until she
was rubbing my panties again.  It felt so good that I
was breathing hard.  She didn't do anymore than rub
my panties for awhile.  When De returned Arlene
said, "Why don't you go home and think about what
you want to do before coming back to our house."

	With that she led me to the back door and
watched me climb the fence.  I made my way home
and spent the rest of the night thinking about what
Arlene had told me.  I was intrigued by the idea that
there was a way women could have sex with each
other.  I could not return the next evening because
my parents were home.  I also noted that Arlene's
car was not in the driveway.  I suspected that she
was working nights or something like that.

	It was almost a week before my parents went
to a party that would include drinking late into the
night.  I had also seen Arlene's car in the driveway.
After it got dark I climbed over the fence to their
house and quickly ran up the stairs to the backdoor
stoop and knocked on the door.

	Arlene answered the door and stepped back
and invited me in.  She wrapped her arm gently
around my shoulder and ushered me into the family
room.  She was dressed in her hospital greens and
white leather basketball shoes.  When we entered
the room De was reading a book dressed much as she
had been the first time I had seen her.  She had on
a simple print dress and practical shoes.  She looked
up from her book as Arlene announced, "Look who
came back to visit!"

	De closed her book and laid it on her lap.  Her
expression was that of sadness.  Arlene smiled as
she said, "De and I had a bet if you would come back
to continue your education.  She is upset because
she has to pay the bet now.

I asked, "What is the price of her bet?"

	"She has to take off all of her clothes and
masturbate in front of you!" Arlene announced.

	De reluctantly stood up, as Arlene pulled me
down on her lap as she sat down on the sofa.  She
wrapped her arms around me, as De started
unbuttoning her dress.  When the dress was
completely unbuttoned she discarded the dress,
revealing a simple white slip.  She pulled the straps
of the slip off of her shoulders and struggled to pull
the slip down over her hips.  When she was standing
in the puddle of her slip, I saw that she was wearing
a plain white bra over breasts as large as my
mother's.  She pulled she straps off of her shoulders
and turned the bra around so that the clasp was in
front and unhooked the bra.  When she dropped the
bra I watched as her soft flesh sagged.  They
looked so creamy white and her areolas were only
slightly darker in color.  The nipples were rubbery
looking.  I was fascinated by them.  She lifted them
and rubbed them as if it was a relief to have them
out of the tight confines of her bra.  I could not
take my eyes off of her tits.

	De only had on baggy panties, knee high nylons
and her practical shoes.  She sat down on her chair
and proceeded to cross her legs and untie her shoes
and remove them.  Then she rolled down the nylons
one at a time.  It was interesting that her feet
looked almost perfect, if it were not for the redness
from the pressure of the shoes.  She had to stand
again to remove those baggy panties.  They were
clean and white.  She pulled the elastic waist down
past her hips so that they could fall to the floor to
join her slip.  She stood there for a moment with
her feet planted a shoulder width before she rubbed
that hairy patch between her legs.

	She may have been a soft overweight middle
aged woman, but at that moment I thought she was
the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

	I hardly even noticed that Arlene was rubbing
me between the legs.  De stood there facing us while
she rubbed her pussy.  She closed her eyes and
opened her mouth while she rubbed herself
vigorously.  She used her left hand to grasp her
right tit.  She pulled on the nipple while her right
hand was busy probing her pussy.  I could smell her
pussy from the four or five feet distance separating
us.  De opened her eyes but looked glazed over.
There were wet sucking sounds being produced by
her fingers stabbing her pussy.  When she started
to cum she sat down in her chair and draped her legs
over the arms of the chair.  Her pussy was gaping
open.  I could see the little nub that I had found on
myself to be so pleasurable to touch, the opening of
her pussy and even the hole she peed out of.  When
she was finished she slowly recovered and she looked
sheepishly as if she was ashamed of masturbating in
front of me.  That was when I noticed just how wet
my own pussy was under the constant rubbing of
Arlene's hand.

	While De was recovering, Arlene sat me on the
sofa.  She stood up and pulled the green smock over
her head.  Her hair was so short that it only
required the shake of her head to put the hair back
in place.  She had on a comfortable bra that offered
only the gentle support of nylon to encase her melon
sized breasts.  I could see the dark circle created
by her areolas and the bulge of her nipples
stretching the nylon thin.  While she was standing
she pulled the cord holding the bottoms of her
hospital greens up out of the waistband and pulled
the bow of the string.  The greens were a little large
around her waist.  They fell from her body.  She also
had on comfortable underwear.  She was able to use
her toes to remove her basketball shoes.  When I
looked at the crotch of her panties I saw the
unmistakable shadow created by her dark pubic hair.

	As she sat down on the sofa she swiftly pulled
her panties down under her behind.  When she was
seated she finished pulling the panties off.  All that
remained were the white petty-socks.  She wrapped
her arm around me and pulled me tightly against her
warm body.  My cheek was pressed against her soft
breast.  Her nipple was only the length of my tongue
away from my mouth.  I couldn't resist sucking her
nipple into my mouth.  I sucked on it while flipping
the nipple with my tongue.

	Arlene was stroking my hair and she said
softly, "I was so sure you would be back that I
bought some gifts for you."

	The prospect of her giving me gifts excited me.
I stopped sucking on the nipple and looked up at her
face.

	She let go of me and got up.  I watched her
butt sway as she walked towards a doorway.  When
she returned she had a large plastic shopping bag
with the large red star of May Company in her hand.
She sat back down next to me and reached into the
bag.  She pulled out a flat box.  She handed it to me
to open.

	When I opened the lid and pulled the tissue
paper aside I was thrilled to see a matching set of
undergarments, a little black lace training bra,
garter belt and tiny panties.  I didn't think that the
panties would fit me at all.  Arlene begged me to get
undressed and try the garments on.

	I was shy about taking off my clothes in front
of the two women.  The thrill of trying on such sexy
underwear was too good to resist.  As I started to
stand up I pulled down the heel straps of my sandals.
I had on my play clothes, consisting of a jersey in
the colors of the University of Illinois, along with
ragged bottom cut off jeans.  I didn't need or wear
a bra over my budding breasts.  My panties were
simple white rayon things that had seen many a
washing.  As I removed the jersey I couldn't wait to
put on the training bra.  By little bumps hardly filled
the cups.  I ran my hands over the delicate lace and
felt so grown up to have a bra on.  As I removed the
jeans and panties, Arlene told me to put on the
garter belt first.  I asked her, "What was a garter
belt for?"

	She smiled, "To hold up your nylons baby."

	It was not hard to figure out how to put it on,
after all the straps had to hang down.  Arlene took a
package of new nylons from the bag.  When I opened
the package I was fascinated to see my first pair of
dark nylons.  Arlene had to show me how to gather
them up on my thumbs down to the toe.  They fit
snugly as I pulled up each of the nylons up my legs.
I had to stretch each strap of the garter belt and
attach them, front, back and sides.  Standing there
with the smooth nylons on me, I ran my hands over
my legs.  Then Arlene handed me the black lace
panties.  I thought she had made a mistake.  There
was no way these tiny little things would even fit a
6-year old.  When I stuck my left foot into the leg
hole and then the right I marveled how much the
material stretched as I pulled them up my legs.  As I
pulled them up and over my butt I felt the material
wedge between the cheeks of my butt.  The triangle
tucked into the creases of my legs.  They were so
tight that they actually wedged between the lips of
my pussy.  They pulled the garter straps tightly
against my body, making the nylons creep even
higher up my legs.  I felt like I was so mature in my
new adult underwear.

	Even De commented, "I can't believe how sexy
you look all dolled up!"

	Arlene propped herself against the arm of the
sofa and placed one foot on the sofa.  She held out
her hand, as soon as I took it and pulled me down on
top of her body.  I fell on top of her body.  It was a
surprise to me, but it felt wonderful to have her
soft breasts pressed against my new brassiere.  We
kissed while she placed both hands on my butt.  I
couldn't resist feeling her breasts.  Her nipples just
had to be sucked.  I licked and sucked every inch of
her breasts as Arlene placed her hands on top of my
head and applied enough pressure to let me know
that she wanted me to move down her body.

	I was not about to kneel on the floor and
possibly snag my new nylons, so I spread my legs as I
backed up.  I had been fascinated by her pussy from
the moment I saw it, now I was running my fingers
through the hairs parting her lips so that I could see
that ridge ending in that little nub hooded by her
labia.  The opening of her pussy looked ragged and
uneven.  I saw the hole of her urethra.  I felt just
how warm and slimy the inside of her pussy was.  I
closed my eyes and placed my mouth right on her
pussy.  I was driving my tongue deep into her pussy
with my nose pressed against her clit.  I was so
absorbed in what I was doing that I had forgotten
all about De.  Then I felt hands on my ass.

	I lifted by head and looked over my shoulder to
check out what was going on.  De had gotten out of
her chair and moved behind me.  She was sitting on
the corner of the coffee table.  She was pulling
down my new panties from behind, and then she was
spreading my ass open.  Arlene took hold of my head
and reminded me that I still had something to finish.
I went back to work sucking her pussy.  Then I felt
De actually sticking her face between the cheeks of
my ass.  I felt her breath on my asshole before I
felt her tongue actually touch my asshole.  When
that actually happened I lost it.

	I stared peeing.  De placed her hand under me
and caught some of my pee.  When I looked under
my body I could see between my legs.  De was under
me drinking my pee right from my pussy.  I couldn't
believe what I was witnessing.  When I finished
peeing she continued sucking my pussy while I
returned to sucking Arlene's pussy.  I have no idea
how long we sucked pussy.  There came a time that
Arlene started bucking her waist off of the sofa.
My nose was being smashed against her pelvic bone.
My mouth was being flooded with her slimy juice.
When I looked up at her face she had a look like she
was not there.  It was a blissful look.

	I had played with myself enough to have
discovered that I could climax but none of them had
ever produced the kind of reaction I saw on Arlene's
face.  I was so absorbed by Arlene's reaction that I
almost forgot that De was under me doing to me
what I had done to Arlene.  Then it happened, I felt
a blood rush like nothing I had ever felt before.  I
was breathless and my heart was pounding in my
ears.  I felt my knees give way and I actually sat on
De's upturned face.  I couldn't believe how I felt.  It
was getting late, I had to change clothes and get
cleaned up before going home.  It wouldn't do for me
to return home with my face smelling like pussy.

	I came up with a way to introduce my mother
to Delores.  I asked her to take me to the public
library so that I could check out a book for a
report.  That allowed me to introduce her to
Delores.  While I was looking for a suitable book De
took a break and invited my mother to join her
outside to sit on a bench under the covered
approach to the library.  De ingratiated herself to
my mother very skillfully.  She suggested to my
mother that now that I was growing up that she
might enjoy taking a job at the library.  She talked
her into taking a job from 3:00 pm to 11:00pm.
That would allow me to visit De and Arlene after
school five or six days a week until almost 11:00 pm.

	By the time I graduated from high school I
had become a devoted daughter of Lesbos.  I had
played the school girl for a number of older women
that lived to fulfill their fantasies about being
school teachers or nuns seducing young girls.



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