Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 17:40:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Awakening Summer (lesbian/ Beginnings, oeal, f/F

Warning:

Beginnings, oral f/F

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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                    Awakening Summer

                          By
                         Jan

	It looked like it was going to be another boring
summer.  My mother had divorced my father for
cheating when I was just starting school, and Mother
had very little higher education, so the best she
could do was work as a clerk in a grocery store.  That
restricted our spendable income.  There was no way I
was going to get to go to summer camps.

	We lived in a cheap neighborhood.  The best
housing we could afford was an old motel that had
been turned into apartment living with long term
leases.  The best I could look forward to during the
summer was the company of an old senior citizen that
long years of smoking had left her with a bad case of
emphysema.  She had a hard time even walking to a
local Laundromat.

	I was a small girl for my age.  I was a sophomore
in high school, but I wasn't even five-foot tall, and
only 92 pounds.  I was a brunette with brown eyes.  I
had a figure appropriate for my size.  Being so small
my breasts were above average, but buying my
clothes in the junior section didn't draw attention to
them.  In fact I could still get into the movies as a
minor, and had a hard time getting into movies
reserved for fourteen and older.

	Because we were forced to live on the wrong
side of the tracks, so to speak, I didn't bring school
friends home with me.  Spending so much time by
myself, I spent a lot of time masturbating.

	The turnover in occupancy in the apartments
was pretty rapid.  One summer day a new woman
moved into one of the vacant apartments.  She was a
tall blonde, with an impressive figure.  She dressed
sexily if not cheap looking.  I didn't pay much
attention to her at first.

	I noticed that she went to work after dinner
every night, except for Sundays and Mondays.  I
sometimes stayed up late at night watching movies on
TV as a result I also noticed that she didn't get home
until almost 3:00 am every morning.  I mildly
wondered what kind of work she did, but didn't care
all that much.

	Being a small community of 20 units, the
favorite pastime for all old retirees is gossip.  From
the old lady that was supposed to keep an eye on me
while Mother worked, I learned that the blonde was
named Freda.  She was reputed to be Swedish, and
the most interesting rumor was that she worked at a
lesbian bar, called "The IF Club."

	I had heard rumors at school about this or that
girl being lesbians or, worse yet, a dyke.  I found the
idea that we had a lesbian living next door titillating.
I started thinking about her while masturbating.
After Mother went to work, I even heard a
headboard thumping against our common wall, and
heard the deep throated moans of women.  I even saw
a couple of different women leaving her apartment a
few times.

	She made a habit of sleeping until almost noon
every day.  She would sunbathe in shorts and halters
for an hour or so every day.  That was my opening, I
started joining her.  The first thing I did was to
select a chaise lounge next to her, and introduce
myself.  She was casual about telling me her name,
with a pronounced Swedish accent.  She was not
interested in a casual conversation, so I didn't press
my luck.

	As the days passed she warmed up to me.  I
noticed that the roots of her hair were darker.  She
obviously bleached her hair, and it looked like a lion's
mane.  She confessed to me that as a girl her hair
had been platinum.  When she reached puberty it had
darkened.  Being such a tall women her breasts
matched her size.  I learned that she was a 40 DD,
28, and 38.  She had long, strong legs.  When I asked
her what she did for a living, she casually said, "I am
a barmaid," without elaboration.

	I also told her that I envied her figure, because
no one believes me when I tell them that I am almost
16-years-old.  For the first time Freda looked at me
with interest.  I'm sure she thought I was much
younger.  There was nothing said that day.  The next
day after we had sunned ourselves for an hour or so,
Freda invited me into her apartment for a cool drink.
I was thrilled at the prospect of being alone in her
company.

	She had the window cooler working full blast.
She had me take a seat on the sofa, while she went
into the kitchenette to retrieve soft drinks.  When
she returned she tucked one long leg under the other
as she sat down facing me.  After we had sipped our
drinks, she asked me, "What have you heard about
me?"

	I didn't want to admit that I had heard that she
was a lesbian.  I simply said, "I heard that you work in
a bar someplace."

	Freda smiled, "You haven't heard that I am a
lesbian from any of the old bitches around here?"

	I blushed instantly, "I did hear rumors about
that."

	Freda chuckled, "Were you attracted to me
because you heard that I am a lesbian?"

	"I guess so!" I admitted.

	Freda placed an arm around my shoulders and
bent down and kissed me on the lips.  Just feeling her
touch was enough to send a chill through my body, but
actually feeling her lips on mine set my pussy to
tingling.  I tilted my head back as she kissed me, and
allowed her to stick her tongue into my mouth.  I
simply moaned into her mouth.

	I placed my hand on her breast encased in the
simple halter.  I was amazed at how firm her tit was.
Freda's kiss became even more demanding.  She used
her right hand to feel my breasts.  As I said they
were much smaller than hers, but were large for the
size of my body.  My halter top came off the junior
miss rack, so my tits did strain the seams of the
halter, but also pressed them against my body hiding
just how large they were.  She had to struggle to
wedge her big hand into the halter to feel my tits.
She eventually pulled the halter top over my head,
exposing my breasts.

	Freda massaged them for a short time before
she bent down and sucked on my nipples and the flesh
of my tits.  It was very exciting to have such a large
and powerful woman sucking on my tits.  I would have
been happy to remain there with my tits in her mouth
the rest of my life.  But she had other ideas.

	I had also deliberately selected shorts that
were three years old because they were so tight that
it looked like they were painted on me.  They were so
tight that the seam was wedged into my crack of my
pussy, giving it the typical camel toe look.  The shorts
were a light blue in color, so my leaking pussy juice
caused a wet spot that Freda had to comment on.  "Is
all that juice for me?"

	I was embarrassed by her drawing my attention
to my wet crotch, but had to admit, "You are the
sexiest woman I have ever met."

	Freda kissed me hard again, and struggled to
pull the button holding the top of my shorts shut.  As
soon as the button gave way the other five buttons
popped open.  Just the same the opening was so short
that my pussy was still covered by tight double
stitched cotton.  It was still a tight fit for Freda's
hand to wedge into my panties.  The pressure of her
hand was almost painful.  I was as excited about
getting my shorts off as Freda was.

	She had to struggle to pull the tight fitting
shorts off of my hips.  She pulled them down my legs
and tossed them away without regard for where they
landed.  The panties had been washed so many times
that they were thin.  The elastic was also stretched
beyond their limit to recover.  She pulled them free
of my legs, and sat back to admire what my crotch
looked like.

	My pubic hair was even darker than the
brunette hair on my head.  Being a 16-year-old my
pubic hair was just on my pubic mound.  No hairs
would normally stick out from under my panties.  It
wouldn't have bothered me anyway.  No one was ever
going to look under my dress at my pussy.  I looked
too young and I wore glasses, and the older bromide
"Boys don't make passes at girls that wear glasses",
held true.

	I wanted to see Freda's naked body probably
even more that she wanted to see mine.  It was a
simple matter to slip my hand around her neck to
unfasten the top of her halter.  The material
covering her tits fell down, exposing her beautiful
tits.  I was impressed with the size of her nipples.  I
latched onto one of them with my mouth, and at the
same time I reached around her body to unhook the
halter.  Freda had to help, and she tossed it away.

	Even with the shorts still on her I could actually
smell the womanly scent of her ripe pussy.  Freda
lifted her butt off of the sofa and pulled her shorts
down, and she kicked them free of her feet. She was
not wearing panties at all.

	She would normally take a quick shower and a
short nap before preparing a meal and going to work
for the evening.  For the first time I was looking at
her pussy.  The pubic hair was darker than the roots
of her blonde hair.  She wore revealing shorts at
work that would have exposed any stray hair, so she
trimmed her hair to a quarter inch and then shaved
her pubic hair into a narrow directional arrow pointing
at her cunt.  Her labia minor dangled well beyond her
labia major.  They reminded me of pink cauliflower.  I
set about masturbating her like I normally do to
myself.  As I masturbated her I soon was thrilled to
find out that I could actually stick my entire hand
into her vagina.

	I asked her to tell me more about herself, and
Freda eventually started telling me that she was born
near Stockholm, Sweden where she learned at an
early age from an older woman that she liked sex with
women.  She had learned English in school, but heard
the way Americans say things from Hollywood movies.
"An American woman brought me to the States a few
years ago.  Not having a degree my employment
opportunities were limited.  I was offered a job as an
exotic dancer and took it.  Because of my size I can
handle just about any rowdy patron, and I do get good
tips."

	I couldn't resist asking, "I have seen a few
women leaving your apartment a few times, were they
that kind of friend?"

	Freda smiles, "Yes, I sometimes pick up a
woman, if I like them."

	I asked, "I would like to see where you work?"

	Freda said, "Honey, you're too young to visit
that kind of night club!  The law would like nothing
better than to catch and under aged girl in a lesbian
night spot to close it down for good!"

	"Isn't there some way I could visit without
anyone knowing?" I asked.

	Freda thought for a second, "No, Honey I can't
risk ruining everything."  After a pause she said, "If
you like I could bring home a friend or two if you
would like to have sex with more than just me."

	I clung to her and said, "Freda, I love you.  I
don't need anyone else, but I would love to meet your
friends!"

	Freda kissed me on the mouth while circling my
nipple with her finger tip.  Freda had been playing
with my pubic hair and pussy during all of the
conversation.  She eventually lay me down on the
carpeted floor, and hovered over me while she ate my
pussy.  When I experienced my orgasm it was
stronger than anytime I had masturbated.  Freda
spent a long time lapping up my juices, while I calmed
down.

	When I relaxed and felt like a limp rag, she
moved up my body and kissed me on the mouth.  Her
face was covered with my slimy pussy juice and
smelled like my pussy.  I clung to her neck and stuck
my tongue into her mouth.

	Eventually Freda moved on up my body on her
hands and knees until her massive tits were dangling
right over my head.  I took one of her nipples into my
mouth and sucked on it as if I would be able to get
milk out of it.  I sucked so hard that I hurt her, and
she complained.  She pulled the tit out of my mouth
and presented the other tit to my mouth, as she
cautioned, "Don't bite so hard, Baby!"

	When she had enough she slowly walked on her
knees over my body until her crotch was resting right
over my head.  The smell of her pungent womanly odor
was enough to make my mouth water.  She reached
down and spread her labia wide open, so that I could
see deep into her pussy.

	I had checked out my own pussy with mirrors
before, but for the first time I was getting a good
look at an adult's pussy.  In Freda's case the labia
major and labia minor formed a long ridge with the
clitoris hooded like it was a penis that had not
completely formed.  It stuck out far enough that I
was able to take it in my mouth, and suck on it like a
dick.

	She wiggled her hips around until her pussy
spread over my face like a gas mask.  I was covered
from nose to chin and cheek to cheek.  I could only
breathe when she rocked back and forth exposing
either my nose or mouth.  She was pressing so hard
on my nose I feared she was going to break my nose.
I didn't know which was going to happen first; her
cumming or my jaw breaking.  When she did cum, my
reward was a mouth full of her nectar.  The slimy
juices made my throat feel raw as I swallowed.  We
lounged around the rest of the day, taking turns
sucking tits and eating pussies.

	When I saw that it was getting late, and the
clock told me that Mother would be getting home in a
half hour, I quickly got dressed and returned to my
apartment.

	I don't think my mother suspected what I had
been doing for some time.  I was visiting Freda every
day for weeks before my mother asked me, "Honey,
are you sleeping with the woman next door?"

	I almost wet myself.  I tried to deny her
accusations, but I'm sure I didn't convince her.

	Mother said, "She is a stunning woman!  I can
see why you are attracted to her!  Are you sure you
want to continue having sex with her or other
women?"

	I must have sounded like a child when I said, "I
love her!"

	Mother smiled, "I'm sure you will have many
lovers before you settle down!  I will not stop you
from exploring your feelings, but she is much older
than you.  She probably has many girlfriends.  If you
think she will be true to just you, she will break your
heart!"

	I didn't want to admit the truth of her
statement because I had a romantic idea that Freda
would love me the way I loved her, the rest of her
life.  At the same time I knew that Freda was not
going to be the love of my life, but I couldn't stop
loving her for now.

	Freda did bring home other women, and the two
of them would have sex with me.  Some objected to
having sex with a girl that they thought was much
younger than I actually was.  It was very exciting for
me, because she brought home a variety of women.
Some were very pretty, and others were heavy set
women that dressed like men.  Freda called them
dykes.  They did their best to look like men.  More
often than not they preferred to fuck us with dildo.
I preferred the sexy looking women.




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