Date: Wed, 04 Nov 1998 08:47:52 PST
From: xited65@hotmail.com
Subject: Learning from Rita

My name is Tina, I am Greek, I live in Athens, I am bisexual, married, 
have two wonderful children and I would like to share with other readers 
some of my stories.
Here is the true story about my first experience with another girl. 
This, I believe, marked me, for life.
I welcome comments from other readers and would also love to hear from 
other women about their first time. Please e-mail me your comments and 
your stories at : xited65@hotmail.com
                                   
                            LEARNING FROM RITA

It all happened in a small town in Greece , when I  was almost 13. 
My father was an army officer and every time he took command of a new 
unit, we were obliged to move to the nearest town to the barracks.
My brother and myself hated these movements as every time we had to go 
to change school, make new friends and in general go through the 
traumatic experience of "the newcomer" in a small community .  
We were living in a rented house in a quiet part of the town. It had a 
large garden where we  were hanging around. At first the local kids were 
sort of ignoring us, but slowly, as the garden was big it eventually 
became the playing ground of the neighborhood. 
Behind our house there was a small abandoned building. It must have been 
like that for many years as part of it had collapsed and wild plants, 
trees and bushes had almost covered it. The local kid had some rather 
terrifying ghost stories to tell and all of them believed that it was 
certainly haunted. No one dared to go near it !
One afternoon, looking out of my window, I saw the daughter of one of 
our neighbors, Rita, sneaking through the bushes  and disappearing into 
this building. She was much older than me, about 19 - 20 and obviously 
not afraid of ghost and evil spirits.
I got very curious to see what she was up to, so I mustered all my 
courage, sneaked out and tip toed there looking for her. I found the 
door half open and slipped in. She was nowhere in sight. I was scared 
but my curiosity was bigger,  so I moved quietly towards the next room.  
There I saw her...
She was sitting on a wooden box,  her eyes closed and was doing what I 
loved doing every night in bed before drifting into sleep. 
Oh God, she was playing with herself. She was really masturbating.( I 
can still  close my eyes and see her image) . It was the first time I've 
seen a woman masturbating.
She was wearing a flimsy summer dress with buttons all the way up front. 
She had them all undone and with one hand she was caressing her breasts 
and with the other she was rubbing her pussy.
I was paralyzed. I couldn't move nor I could I  take my eyes off her.
I was very impressed by her thick black pubic hair. She had her legs 
wide open and her eyes closed. 
I was flushed, and I felt a hotness that I have never felt before rising 
between my legs. 
My mouth went dry and my head was spinning. 
Slowly my hands moved on their own, as if they were not controlled by 
me.  
One lifted my skirt and the other went into my panties.
I was unbelievably wet and with my eyes glued on her black pussy I 
started rubbing myself too.
I must have moaned or made some sort of a sound, because she  suddenly 
opened her eyes and  saw me.
She tried to cover herself and in the meantime, jumped up and  grabbed 
me by the hair.
"What are you doing here, you little bitch ? Are you spying on me?"
I started crying telling her that I was not and that I will not tell 
anyone, that I liked looking at her and that her secret was safe with 
me. ( So many years ago ,in a small town in Greece one had to be very 
careful. Morality and hypocrisy were, in comparison with today, at 
almost medieval standards)
Although she was hurting me I was still exited by looking at her body 
from her open dress. 
She then suddenly, grabbed my hand and brought my still wet fingers to 
her nose .
"Well, well, well ! What do we have here? What were you doing with you 
fingers?"
"Nothing" I sobbed.
She smiled and dragged me to the box where she was sitting and forced me 
to sit next to her. 
Her dress was wide open again. 
I was scared and still crying but I felt she had relaxed her grip , drew 
me closer to her and started caressing me. 
My face was on her bare chest and her hand was roaming from my head down 
my back to my ass.
I loved the feeling. Her tits felt ever so soft and I stopped sobbing. I 
put my hands around her waist, under her dress, and I too started 
caressing her. 
She was whispering something to me and as I wanted to show her that she 
could trust me  I started giving her small kisses on her big round tits.
She got up slowly, pulled me on my feet, and then she let her dress 
slide off her down to her feet. 
She was completely naked infront of me . 
She was beautiful. I was looking at her with, I am sure, a stupid look 
in my face.
She then smiling started slowly to undress me.
I was very embarrassed to be standing naked infront of her. 
She was a woman and I was nothing in comparison. My tits were almost non 
existent and the fact that I am a natural blond did not help at all in 
the pubic hair department. I was flushed and so ashamed of my body and I 
told her so but she soon made me forget everything. 
Her hands, her fingers, her lips made me abandon and forget all my 
fears.
She made me sit on the box , spread my legs wide open, knelt in front of 
me and placed her lips on my very very wet pussy. 
It felt as if I was  struck by electricity. Her lips and her tongue gave 
me such pleasure that I thought it was not real.
I spread my legs as far as possible,  grabbed her head and pushed my 
then virgin cunt on her mouth .
"Lick me, Rita, Lick my pussy"
I couldn't believe that these words were coming out of my mouth. 
I felt something strange rising from my cunt spreading all over my body 
and then exploding in my
head.
"Oooohh Rita, ooohh God ! It feels soooo goood!!"
My head was spinning. I still held on to her hair, still keeping her 
mouth glued to my pussy. 
I just had my first real orgasm. It was so intense ! One thousand times 
more than the orgasms I used to have using my fingers . I almost passed 
out. 
I was over the moon. She smiled and started kissing me. I tasted my own 
juices from her mouth  and I wanted to taste hers too. 
I wanted to give her the same pleasure she gave me but I told her that I 
didn't know how.
She guided me step by step.
I was tasting my first pussy and was loving it. I loved the feel of her 
thick black hair on my face.
Even now, I get turned off by a clean shaven cunt. I still just love  
hairy pussies.
I loved the taste of her cunt. I was licking her like crazy and wanted 
to make her cum in my mouth. 
I could not believe what was happening to me but as she started coming 
in my mouth, I had a second orgasm without even touching myself.
This still happens to me almost every time I lick another woman .
For the rest of our  stay in this town( about 10 months) and almost 
every afternoon, Rita and I were meeting in this old building and were 
making love like crazy.
We had stolen two blankets from our houses and made our love nest more 
comfortable.
Rita was a fantastic teacher and, I guess, I was a heck of a good 
student. 
We were making love in every imaginative way and position.
We had endless orgasms licking each other . She showed me how 69 was 
done, and how exciting a finger or a tongue in my asshole could be. 
But what we loved best was to sit facing each other, crossing our legs 
and rubbing our very wet cunts together until they were almost on fire. 
The contact was perfect, our cunt juices were helping our pussies slide 
without any effort, making this special wet-rubbing noise (I can't find 
the right English word for it ) and the girl sex smell was intoxicating.
We were always having the best orgasms this way. It is still my 
preferred  way to make love to a woman.
I was in heaven. I surely  was in love with her. Maybe because she was 
my first lover. Maybe because she was the first woman who introduced me 
to lesbian sex I don't know but the truth is that the feelings  Rita 
gave me, the orgasms, and the sweet satisfaction I felt after each time 
we made love and laid in each others arms were never repeated.
I have been with other women but Rita was and still is unique.
She will always be in my heart.
I was heart broken when we left this town .I never saw her again.