Date: 3 Mar 2001 19:10:29 -0800
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: The If Club (Adult Youth f/F)
WARNING: This story is a work of fiction that contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a woman and girl. If
this type of content offends you, or you are under the age of 18,
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The If Club
I grew up on the West Side of Los Angeles. It was an area
that was at it's best in the 1920. The homes were all what was
called California bungalow stile. Low roofs with concrete porches
and field stone supports for the timber posts supporting the porch
roof. The fireplaces were all made of field stone. The sidings
were shingles. Most of them were dark brown with the windows and
doors either green or white.
I was sent to a Catholic High school near the northern end
of Vermont Avenue in Hollywood. You know the kind, skirts made of
what was suppose to be an Irish plaid in white, Navy blue and
hunter green. White knee sox, penny loafers, white blouses and
Navy sweaters were the norm. The nuns insisted that no makeup be
used. What a joke most of the girl's never learned the art of
applying makeup right so when they got away from school they put
on to much makeup and looked like tramps.
When my classmates came over we practiced making out with
boys in my bedroom by kissing each other and feeling each other
up. I found that I like kissing girls and feeling their budding
breasts. I liked the smell their wet panties left on my hands.
We talked about boys we knew and sex was the main topic of
all our conversations. One day one of the girls told us that on
the corner of Vermont Avenue and Pico Boulevard was a lesbian bar.
She was telling us that you should see the women that go in there.
Some dressed like men; some dressed like girls out for a date.
The group was snickering speculating what they did with each
other.
I was getting hot thinking about what it would be like to
make love with an adult woman. I was too young at 14 to enter any
bar. But I started planning how I would be able to meet one of
these women.
Every time my parent's drove us by that corner I looked to
see where it was. The buildings on Pico Blvd. were offices for
the most part. On Vermont Ave. on the East Side of the street was
a set back little shopping center. Out front on the street was a
little red brick bar. No windows on it and above the green door
was a simple neon sign that said "The If Club".
I noticed one night what looked like a man dressed in tight
black pants a light blue silk shirt with black leather vest and
boots. His black hair was in a pompadour like Elvis wore. On his
arm was a girl that was dressed in a simple print dress. She had
on flats but was still taller than her date. I was struck by how
plain she looked and how flashy he looked. They entered the If
Club. I then realized that he was not a man but a girl in drag.
When I went to bed that night I masturbated with my fingers
as I thought about that couple making love to each other. I
played with ways I could find to meet those women.
I went to the movie on the corner of Western Ave. and Pico
Blvd. lots of times. So it was simple to make plans to go to the
show on a Friday night for a late show. As soon as my brother
drove off I walked the half-mile east to Vermont. I had dressed
in a short skirt and simple blouse with one of my blue sweaters.
I went to the parking lot in front of the little business
that was closed for the night. I knew that all the cars in the
lot would be customers of the bar this time of night. As I was
walking into the lot a car pulled in behind me. It parked in a
stall and a woman that I guess was about 40 got out of the
driver's side of the car. She was in jeans and black leather
Biker's jacket. She had on cowboy boots. She flipped her
cigarette in the direction of the street as she eyed me up and
down.
What is a young thing like you don't around here Honey? She
asked.
I struck my bravest pose and replied looking for you!
She choked a little and said then you found me. She said
want to go home with me?
I said, "I thought you would never ask!
So this woman put her arm around my waist and led me to the
passenger side of the car and opened it with her key. I got in
and she closed the door. She went around the front of the car and
opened her door. As she started the engine and backed out, she
asked what my name was.
I was nervous as hell by now. I told her my real name.
Jeannette, ah Jan.
Just how old are you Honey?
I never even thought about lying, 14
She looked a little worried she asked if I had ever made
love with another woman before?
I told her that all I had ever done was kiss and feel-up my
girlfriends.
She chuckled and asked if I really wanted to go through with
this? If I do make love to you, you can never tell anyone what we
do!
I assured her that I had to find out what it was like to
make love to a woman.
That said we drove no more than a mile from the bar to
another of those western bungalow homes of the area. She pulled
directly into the ribbon strip driveway with grass in the middle.
She parked her car in front of an old wooden garage and led me to
the back door of her home.
As we passed through the kitchen she asked if I wanted
something to drink.
I said, A drink would be nice.
She pulled out a bottle of Canadian VO and a bottle of 7-Up.
She made us both a drink and we went into her living room and she
turned on a single lamp that gave the room a soft yellow glow.
She tossed her leather jacket on the back of her couch as
she directed me to sit on the overstuffed couch. She sat next to
me with one leg curled up under her fanny. She took a big sip of
her drink and sat the glass on the glass coffee table in front of
us. She was in a cotton men's dress shirt with the top two
buttons undone and the cuffs rolled up to the elbows. Even
through the two pockets her big brown areolas were visible. Her
large nipples mad the pockets stick out in peaks.
Jan if you are serous about wanting to find out what it is
like to make love to a woman I would be happy to teach you. But
you can never tell anyone about what goes on in this house.
I moved close to her and I could smell the cigarette smoke
cling to her clothes and hair. I told her that making love to a
woman was all that I think about after I found out what the If
Club was.
Ok! Honey my name is Wendy. She put her arm around me and
drew me up next to her and kissed me. I could taste the
cigarettes on her breath as she forced her tongue into my mouth.
I was stiff at first but as her hand went to my breast I went
limp.
When she put her hand on my inner thigh and slide it up to
my crotch she found that my rayon panties were wet and sticky.
She sat back and chuckled as she said you are a horny little one
Jan.
I could not have lied about how I felt. I reached for those
massive breasts of hers and felt her nipple get hard under my
hand. I fumbled with the buttons opening the shirt. I put my
hand inside the shirt and felt my first adult breast. It was so
soft when I squeezed it. I wanted to taste it, but Wendy had
other ideas.
Wendy had me stand up between her legs. She reached up and
unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders and discarded
it at the other end of the couch. Then she unbuttoned the skirt
and unzipped it at the side. It fell to the floor and I stepped
out of it. Wendy tossed it to join the blouse. Now I was
standing there in front of her in white bra and panties ankle sox
and penny loafers.
Wendy sat back and looked at what she was going to make love
to. She turned me around and unhooked the bra. I tossed it on
the pile of other clothes. She turned me around to face her. I
could not help it; I covered my breasts with my hands.
Wendy looked at me and slowly removed my hands and looked at
my young breasts. They were a good 34-B by now. The nipples were
surrounded by pinkish dimpled flesh. I had a little mole under
the right tit. I had little mole visible to the right of my
navel.
Wendy let out a satisfied sigh, as she looked at my firm
young body. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of my
panties and pulled them down. She leaned forward until her nose
was in my vagina as she pulled the panties from my feet.
I lifted one leg at a time to remove my shoes and sox. Now I
was totally nude in front of this woman old enough to be my
mother.
Wendy ran her hands softly up and down the sides of my body.
I was just developing a little blonde pubic hair above my vagina.
It was thin. As I lifted my legs one at a time she could see my
vagina open to reveal the dark pink inner flesh of my young cunt.
She turned me around and bent me at the waist so that my ass was
right in her face. She used her thumbs to pry the cheeks open.
She took a long look at my little rosebud. It was so strange to
feel her warm breath on it. It puckered every time she exhaled on
it. She finally kissed it and licked it. I jumped when she
touched it.
Now Wendy turned me around again and sat me on her lap. She
put one hand on the back of my head as she kissed me. As her
tongue entered my mouth again I got a thrill from the feeling of
her large tongue feeling around inside my mouth. She felt my
breasts with her left hand. Her index finger toyed with my little
nipples. They grew hard and I felt like I would go insane if she
didn't do something quickly.
She ran her hand down by body tickling my belly button and
then felt the hair I was sporting on my vulva. She spread my legs
open wide and felt the soft inner thigh. She almost made me pee
when her finger touched my clitoris. Then she pushed her finger
into my vagina canal. She pulled back in surprise as she felt my
hymen was intact.
Wendy asked if I was sure that I wanted to do this.
I told her that I wanted it more than anything I ever wanted
anything in my life!
Wendy took a deep breath and shoved her finger deep into me
and broke the hymen. She masturbated me until the pain subsided
and started to feel good. Then she pulled her fingers out and
looked at them. They were coated with a thin stain of my blood.
Wendy licked her fingers clean.
She had me stand up and spread my legs so she could lick up
all the traces of my virginal blood. She plunged her tongue deep
into my vagina and made me climax for the first time at someone
else's hands.
Wendy stood up and put her arm around my waist and led me
into her bedroom. She placed me on the side of the double bed and
stood in front of me as she removed her boots and sox. Then she
unbuckled her belt of her jeans and the pulled the buttons open by
pulling on the flap. They fell to her feet and she kicked them
into the corner of the room. I only had a glimpse of her panties
before the dress shirt covered most of her upper thighs.
She finished unbuttoning her shirt and tossed it into the
corner too. She big tits sagged down a little but the brown
areolas were like two dark eyed staring me right in the face. She
had on hip hugger white panties and a dark spot was visible above
the crotch reinforcement. She slides her fingers under the
waistband and pushed them down her thighs. With a kick she sent
them into the corner too. She stood there in front of me with her
hands on her hips and her legs spread wide. This was the first
adult vulva I had ever seen other than my Mom's.
My hart was beating fast and my vagina was itching. Wendy
stepped forward so that I could examine her closely. Her pubic
hair was thick dark and very curly. It was obvious that she never
wore a bathing suit, because the hair trailed almost up to her
navel and it would have stock out of the legs of any bathing suit.
The lips of her vagina were almost hidden in the thick thatch of
hair. I reached out and touched her. My fingers pushed through
the tangle of hair to find a wet vagina.
I could smell her. It was a strong pungent odor. Oh! She
was clean but her pussy smelt of her sex. My mouth watered as I
thought about kissing my first pussy.
I opened her up and looked at her engorged clitoris. I
could even see her urethra below the clit of her opening. I
leaned forward and stuck out my tongue to taste my first cunt. I
licked it from below her canal all the way up to her clit. I
closed my mouth and tasted her.
I liked what I tasted. So, I opened my mouth and clamed all
of her cunt with my mouth. I darted my tongue in and out of her
until She moaned and pulled my head into her pussy as she came.
When she was finished she pulled my head up to her mouth and
kissed me. My face was wet from her juices as she French kissed
me. Then she fed me her right breast. I sucked on it greedily.
Wendy finally lay me back on the bed and lay beside me as
she held me in her arms. I was content to stay that was forever.
Wendy was kissing me as she started feeling me all over my
body again. I got hot quickly and reached for her breasts. Wendy
turned around and straddled my head. I knew what she wanted and
reached up and started licking her pussy again. Wendy lifted my
legs up and put her arm behind them so that the backs of my thighs
were resting against her armpits. Then she spread the cheeks of
my ass wide open and licked my asshole. It was such a shock that
I actually squirted a little pee that ran down the crack and Wendy
licked it up. She then stuck her tongue in my asshole and
actually fucked my ass with her tongue. Wendy came before me and
I felt like my face was being washed with her fluids. I had a
climax finally and Wendy licked it up.
She took me to her bathroom and we showered together. She
was kissing me as she washed me and dried me. We got dressed and
she drove me back to the theater before the double feature let
out. She kissed me good by and gave me a card with her business
and home number on it. I promised to call her tomorrow and talk
about another date.
My brother Mark was no later than normal picking me up. I
only had to wait about a half-hour. That was the start of my life
as a woman lover.
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