Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 13:54:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Annie Becomes a Lesbian (lesbian/Beginninhs oral, (g/g)

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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
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              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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