Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2005 09:47:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Manda None <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lets try that again. Emily

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	This story contains graphic depiction's of sex between a child and
a much older girl. If this type of thing bothers you then you should
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Emily.

by mandagl@yahoo.com


	I was ten the first time I ever had sex with a woman. I've been
with one man since that and it was enough for me to know that I am
definitely gay. Her name was Emily. She was a seventeen year old goddess,
the prettiest girl in school. I lived in a small t own back then, one where
every one knew everyone, and who everyone was sleeping with. Well Em didn't
want to be labeled a slut so she had found a different way to satiate her
desires.

	I worshiped her. She and my sister were both cheerleaders. I would
watch them practice for hours, bringing them sodas or fetching towels. I
was really doing it for Em, but Maddy, my sister, was there so I had to
play nice for her too or she'd run me off.


	To this day I suspect that Maddy and Emily had some kind of sexual
history but it had to have ended when my sister started sleeping with her
boyfriend. I think this is what had Em back on the prowl.

	I was a dead ringer for my sister, only in a younger package. Her
and I both had my mother's looks, her dark hair and blue eyes. Maddy had
lovely 34 C breasts and I had just started to show the slightest puffiness
around my nipples. Maybe that's why Em li ked me. She did like me, she
talked to me like I was her age, and she hugged me a lot. She had started
baby sitting me sometimes when she was thirteen, and we were close.

	Maddy was taking a shower after one of their practice sessions and
I was sitting outside listening to Em talking. I can't remember what she
was talking about, only that I loved her soft voice and slight southern
drawl. I loved to look at her. I didn't und erstand my fascination with her
and her beauty back then, but I know now I had a massive crush on this
girl.

	I noticed, as I sat fawning over her, that Em had become quiet. She
was sitting in front of me smiling. "Do you like any boys in your school?"
She asked me. I just shook my head, to mesmerized by her to speak. She
reached out and poked my belly and I laug hed, playfully pulling away from
her.

	"I'm going to Greg's place, can you watch the munchkin till I get
back?" Maddy asked, interrupting my moment with Emily. She was rubbing her
hair with a towel as she stood wrapped in a robe and dripping in the
doorway leading to the back yard. She didn't wait for an answer, she just
turned and went back in. She knew Em liked spending time with me and
wouldn't say no.

	Maddy was gone in a few minutes leaving me alone with the most
fabulous woman on earth. My mother wouldn't be home for hours, she worked
evenings at a textile mill, and I knew Maddy would be at Greg's until just
a few minutes before Mom got back. It meant
 lots of time with Em and that was never a bad thing.

	Emily took a shower and got dressed while I sat watching
television. She made us some frozen pizza for dinner and we sat watching
television and eating.

	"I should charge your sister for this ya know?" Em said. I looked
up at her.

	"You don't like staying with me?" I asked, a note of heartbreak in
my voice.

	"Of course I do sweetie." Em leaned down and hugged me. "But I make
every one else pay for baby sitting."

	It hurt me a little, knowing I was just a job, but I never thought
in my wildest dreams that Emily liked me the way I liked her. Not that I
really knew much about how I liked her.

	We watched television for the rest of the night. About an hour
before bed time I went and changed in to my peejays and snuggled up on the
couch next to Emily. We watched Remmington Steele together and when it
ended I headed for bed.

	I was most of the way up the stairs when Emily came hurrying up
behind me and turned me, pushing my back against the wall. She put her
hands on the wall on either side of my head and leaned in close,
smiling. She had such a perfect smile. I'd hate her for
 it today but back then... And those green eyes, they went right through
me. I still have a thing for redheads because of her.

	Emily didn't say a word she just stood there smiling at me, making
me nervous. I didn't know what was going on, I couldn't imagine why she
would be doing this until she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine.

	My eyes opened wide but I could see she had closed hers. She parted
her lips slightly and pinched my bottom lip between her own. I was in
shock. The most beautiful woman in the world was here with me, kissing
me. I knew this wasn't a regular kiss either, I didn't know much at ten,
I'd led a sheltered life, but I knew this was the kind of kiss only
boyfriends and girlfriends gave each other.

	It felt like forever, standing there with Emily's flowery scent
filling my nostrils and her warm, soft lips pressed against mine, before
she broke the kiss and stood back. She pressed her finger against my
lips. "Don't tell any one okay Cyn?" She whispere d.

	Don't tell? I wanted to scream it from the roof top, I was in
heaven, dancing on clouds, swooning. But I knew enough to understand why I
couldn't tell that a grownup like her had kissed me that way. She walked me
up to my room and tucked me in, stopping t o kiss me once again on the
lips. It was a shorter kiss, but just as heavenly.

	If I'd known about masturbation then I'd have had some way to
relieve the aching desire I was feeling. My sex was hot and swollen and it
felt a little wet. I didn't understand what the kiss had done to me, but I
liked the feeling, for all it's frustration , I truly liked it.

 	The next time I saw Em was about a week later. I had begun to feel
hurt that she hadn't come around, especially after the beautiful kiss we
had shared. I was walking home from school and she was getting off the bus
from high school. She saw me and called
 out to me, then came running up, all smiles. She was so sweet, she took my
book bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Can I walk you home?" She asked.

	What was I going to say? No? Of course not, my red haired goddess
was offering to walk me home, not come see Maddy, not just going the same
way I was, her house was actually in the opposite direction, she was
walking me home. I just blushed and smiled bas hfully. She smiled back and
took my hand walking me the two blocks to my house.

	"Maddy went to the dentist today she won't be home `til later." I
told Emily as we walked into the house.

	"I know sweetie, we have math together. But I wanted to see you."

	She came to see me! Me, not Maddy, not for practice, she came for
me! Could anything be more wonderful than this?

	Dutifully, like the good little girl I'd been taught to be, I went
into the kitchen and poured a lemonade for both Em and myself. I brought
them in to the living room, handing the bigger of the two glasses to my
lovely Emily. "It isn't as sweet as normal.  " I told her, sipping at mine.

	Emily sipped her drink and set it aside. She patted her hand on the
couch, inviting me to come sit with her. "I missed you this week." She told
me as I sat down next to her, feeling giddy being so close.

	I set my lemonade down and tried to look relaxed. I didn't want to
seem like a little kid, I wanted her to like me. "How come you didn't
come?" I asked her. Emily just smiled that beautiful smile at me. She
stroked my hair so softly, I could feel her touc h all the way down my
back. I leaned into her palm as she stroked my face and closed my eyes,
loving her soft skin.

	I gasped when I felt her lips on mine. It surprised me but only for
a moment and then I leaned into the kiss, letting my lips part as hers
had. I was wearing a short skirt that day. I hardly reacted when she began
rubbing my thighs.  Emily's hand felt so soft and warm on my leg as she
stroked my lower thigh. I could feel she was moving her hand higher, under
the hem of my denim skirt. I was scared, I'll admit it. I was very afraid
but it was Emily and I trusted her. She'd been watching me for about four
ye ars and I felt so at home, so safe with her.

	Emily's lips were gone from mine and I opened my eyes to that
lovely smile. I swallowed hard and couldn't keep my gaze from lowering to
watch her hand disappearing under my skirt.

	I startled when her thumb brushed across my clit and she paused,
the smile never fading. "Is that okay sweetie?" She asked me. Mom had told
me that that was my special place and no one could touch it. She had said
that I shouldn't talk about it or touch i t because I had to be a good
girl. I was afraid, and ashamed but it was Emily, how could she be doing
anything wrong? Slowly I turned my head from side to side, to wrapped in
the moment, to afraid and much to nervous to speak. "Does it feel good?"
She aske d as she pressed her thumb against my clit once more. I nodded my
head slowly, my eyes locked on her arm.

	It did feel good. Every time she moved her thumb it sent waves of
tingles through me. I'd never felt anything like it before. She was
touching me in such a wonderful way. I could feel my breath quickening, and
the room seemed to be getting hotter. "Won't we get in trouble?" I finally
managed to ask.

	"No one has to know sweetie. I won't tell." Emily sat back. She
picked up her lemonade and sipped it, then set it back down. "If you want
to stop you should tell me." She said quietly. Want her to stop? For all
the fear, the uncertainty, I was loving this . All this wonderful, naughty
attention from my goddess, I had to be the luckiest girl in the world.

	"But I'm a girl." I told her. Like I said, sheltered life. I didn't
understand my feelings for her, and knew nothing of lesbians or pedophiles.

	"I like girls." She said, almost blushing. "Especially pretty blue
eyed little girls like you." She pressed her finger against my nose,
tracing it down to my lips. She made a kissing smack with her lips and I
giggle shyly.

	For a teenager, and a girl who's main concern was satisfying her
own desires, Emily was incredibly gentle and kind. I remember teenage sex,
it was rough, clumsy, selfish. Emily was none of these things with me. She
made me feel like I was the only thing i n the world to her. She was a
wonderful girl.

	Slowly Emily coaxed me up and led me to my bed room where she eased
me down on the bed. She straddled me, walking on her knees until she
hovered over my hips, staring down at me. The smile, that constant smile,
it never faded or faltered as she pulled her
 sweater up over her head and dropped it on to the bed next to me. Her
scent wafted up to me when the sweater landed next to me and I inhaled it
deeply. She smelled so soft and sweet. I swallowed hard when she popped the
buttons on her jeans.

	Em shifted on the bed until she could get her pants off and then
there she was... Fair skinned, light freckles, hovering over me in her
white lace bra and panties. I know now, though I didn't then, that she had
planed this. She had worn the underwear for me, though I couldn't fully
appreciate it at that age.

	With little bumps on my chest and no hips to speak of, I suddenly
felt self conscious. Emily's curves were so perfect, so soft and beautiful,
and me, I looked like a boy. Absently my hand went to her hip and I stroked
her leg. She was so soft, it was like
 rubbing silk.

	"It's your turn." She cooed as she began tugging at my shirt. I
didn't want to stop but I was so ashamed of my immature body. I resisted as
she pulled my shirt off, but only a little and hardly enough for her to
notice. Next came my skirt. She sat back an d looked down at me, her eyes
growing slightly larger.

	I blushed and covered my breasts, tears rushing to my eyes. I was
so embarrassed I didn't know what to do. "I'm ugly." I sobbed.

	Immediately Emily fell on me and hugged me. "You're anything but
ugly sweetheart." She told me, trying to comfort me. Finally she sat back
and coaxed my hands away from my breasts. I was feeling better, she had a
way of just making things okay.

	"But I don't have any boobs." I whined, trying to push my hands
back over my chest. "Maybe I'll be pretty like Maddy when I grow up."

	"You're beautiful now."

	"But I'm not..." She pressed her finger over my lips.

	"Shhh." She whispered. "I like you just like this."

	"And you don't wish I was older?"

	Emily shook her head and leaned down, kissing me. She then
whispered in to my ear, "I think little girls are sexier."

	I didn't understand what she meant. I wasn't even sure what sexy
really was. But it made me feel better all the same. I relaxed a little and
let her win the battle for control of my hands.

	Emily sat back up and reached between her breasts, unclasping her
bra and letting it fall away. I'd never seen a naked breasts before. Not
Maddy's, not my mother, no one. They were wonderful. Em's breasts were
beautiful round C cups with youthful pink nip ples and a slight dusting of
freckles. I wanted to touch them but I was too afraid.

	I didn't have to wait, or wonder. Emily took my hands in hers and
guided them to her breasts, helping me massage them, touch them. She moved
my thumbs over her nipples, and closed her eyes, sighing softly.

	Slowly she moved my hands down her body, letting me feel every inch
of her. Finally she reached her hips, and she pushed my thumbs under the
elastic of her panties. She helped me pull the lovely lace panties down her
legs and off.

	Emily kept herself trimmed into a perfect orange red triangle of
fine soft hair. I couldn't tear my eyes from her sex. It was amazing. Her
lips protruded slightly and I could just detect her musk in the air. She
took my hand again and guided it towards he r vulva. She pressed my finger
against the hard knot hidden in her folds. I could feel her warmth and her
wonderful wetness. It sent a charge through me. "Do you feel that?" She
asked. I nodded my head. "That's called a clit. It's were we feel something
re ally special."

	I looked up at her, into those green eyes. I was trying to
comprehend everything that was happening. I was trying to understand how I
could be so lucky as to have her attention this way.

	Emily's hands on my body shocked me back and I closed my eyes. She
was gently pinching my nipples and rubbing the soft flesh that would some
day be my breasts. Slowly she moved her hands down my body until she was
separated from my skin by the thin cotton
 of my panties. Em hooked her thumbs under my panties and slid them down my
legs. Again I found myself feeling embarrassed by my immaturity, but her
broadening smile reassured me.

	The softness of Emily's lips on my nipple sent waves of heat
through me. She kissed my breasts, rubbed them, made love to them. I could
feel the sweat on my forehead, and my breath was quickening so much that I
felt a little dizzy.

	Emily made her way down my belly, rubbing my sides, caressing me,
loving me as she went. Finally she reached my sex and paused to look up at
me. Our eyes met and I swallowed hard and tried to smile.

	A shock raced through my belly when her tongue touched my clit. I
gasped and clenched my fists. Emily suckled my clit, coaxing moans from my
lips.

	I don't know what finger she used, but she didn't break my
hymen. The sensation of her finger sliding inside me though caused me to
arch my back and gasp, almost squealing as I did. She lapped at my clit,
suckled it, pinched it between her lips. I was wri thing on the bed, almost
purring, my head thrashing from side to side.

	My eyes flew open, but my vision dimmed as I felt my very first
orgasm rip through my body. I shuddered, trembled, squealed. I felt my toes
clench and my hands were tearing at the covers on the bed. "Em!" I squealed
as she caused another wave of pleasure to race through me.

	Finally spent, I relaxed into the bed and closed my eyes, breathing
deeply, contentedly. My vagina was still spasming every so often. Each
pulse carried a wave of pleasure with it causing me to drift just at the
edge of sleep.

	"That is called a climax." Em said as she slid up to lay next to
me. She kissed my ear. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at
her. I couldn't yet speak. I was in shock. Nothing like that had ever
happened before. I didn't even know it could happe n. She stroked my face,
happy to let me lay there and recover from this brand new experience.

	"Is that sex?" I finally managed to ask.

	"Yes." She answered simply. That opened a door to a new world for
me. Suddenly I doubted everything my mother had ever said about sex. It
wasn't dirty or bad, it was wonderful, soft, gentle. Emily had shown me
something I could never have even dreamt of.  Maybe my crush on her had
been one of those normal little girl crushes on an older girl but this, it
had changed me. If I wasn't gay before, I was now. She had ruined me for
anything but females.

	I was starting to gain coherence. Emily coxed me up on to my knees
and helped my straddle her. She guided my hands over her breasts. I pinched
her nipples like she had done for me. I realized what she wanted from me
and I wanted to do my best for her. I w anted to make her feel like she had
made me.

	She moved my hands down to her belly, but I was feeling more
confident and took over, rubbing, stroking, caressing her as I built my
courage to reach down and touch her sex.

	My hands moved over her pubic hair and her soft mound until at last
they moved through her folds. Emily sighed, smiling up at me, encouraging
me to continue.  "Did you like what I did for you?" She asked me. I nodded
my head, already able to see what she was getting at. I was nervous though,
I wasn't sure I could do it. "You remember when I showed you my clit?"
Again I nodded my head. "When you lick that, and suck on it, it feels very
good."

	Slowly, timidly I slid down until I was between her legs, staring
at her sex. It was a beautiful sight. I traced it's outline with my finger,
fascinated by what I was seeing.

	Finally, having built up the courage, I moved forward, stretching
my tongue out. I pressed my tongue against her clit and moved it
slightly. Again she signed. She began gently stroking my hair, whispering
to me, but I couldn't understand what she was sayi ng.

	The scent of her excitement, the taste of her honey, it excited me,
sending new waves of desire through me. I loved her taste. No woman I've
ever been with has tasted as sweet as she did. Maybe it was because she was
my first, or because she truly was a g oddess, but she was wonderful in
every way, so much that even today I dream of her.

	Feeling more confident I did as she had instructed before and
sucked her clit into my mouth. I pressed my tongue against it, trying to
remember what she had done for me. It was all a blur though and I wasn't
sure I was doing it right.

	"Put your fingers in me." I heard her instruct. I shifted on the
bed and slid my fingers inside her. The feeling of her walls closed around
my little fingers triggered a new excitement in me. I felt the warmth in my
lower regions again. I couldn't believe
 how easily they slid in, how her body seemed to welcome me.

	I moved my fingers in and out while I suckled her clit. Emily began
rocking her hips with me, moaning more loudly. I relaxed a little as she
ran her fingers through my hair. I loved the way she touched me, even
something so simple as that excited me.

	"Oh!" She gasped. Emily pulled my head further, trying to get me to
put more pressure on her clit. "Suck harder." She whispered hoarsely. I
did, trying to do good for her, trying to make her feel as wonderful as she
had made me feel.

	With a single gasp she pulled me forward, arching her back. She
moved her hips more slowly, pulling me in, begging silently for more
pressure. I was a little afraid, I couldn't breath, but I didn't want to
stop. I felt her walls contracting around my fing ers, and I made a single
muffled sound, the vibrations of which sending shudders through her.

	Finally she relaxed into the bed and quieted. I crawled up to lay
next to her, staring at her in amazement. I had done it, I had made her
feel the way she had made me. I felt powerful, older, I felt
wonderful. Emily opened her eyes and rolled on her side smiling at me. "You
are really good at that." She said to me. I blushed and averted my
eyes. She leaned in and kissed me softly.

	"Can I be your girlfriend?" I asked. "I promise I won't tell." I
assured her, knowing already that what we had done must be a secret at all
costs.

	"I dunno sweetie, are you sure you'd like that?"

	"I want to be your girlfriend, and you can be mine." I begged.

	Emily turned me on my back and pulled me against her naked
body. She kissed my neck and shoulders. I loved the way it felt to be held
in her arms that way. "Okay sweetie, we'll be girlfriends."

	I wanted to jump up and dance and sing and run around but I didn't
move. Having her hold me like that, it was to wonderful to run from, now so
more than before since she was really mine, she was my girlfriend. "Can we
hold hands when we watch teevee?" I a sked her.

	Emily rolled up and kissed my cheek. She tickled my side playfully
and squeezed me tightly. "As much as you want sweetheart."

	I can't even begin to tell you what Em meant to my life. She was
perhaps the most memorable lover, the most precious memory I have. She made
my childhood a time of wonder and beauty and I will be eternally grateful
to her.