Date: Mon, 12 May 2008 13:48:50 +0200 (CEST)
From: "leanbaby2002@yahoo.de" <leanbaby2002@yahoo.de>
Subject: Meeting Marge

  Chapter 1

  I was a normal child, a little girl with curly blond hair that would
change with the years into a salt and pepper colour, but when I was young I
must have been a pretty child as there were occasionally ah's and oh's from
other mothers looking at me.

  I for my part was not in the least interested in such judgements, I was
happy living my early childhood in a well protected, maybe slightly
conservative upper middle class suburb on the edge o town. I played with
children form the neighbourhood creating my child's parts of havoc mostly
coming home in a state of pollution that earned me a stripping outdoors
before being scrubbed clean.

  In the group of neighbourly children were girls as well as boys and the
ages ranged from very young to about 10 years. Ten years seemed to be a
threshold between being a child and starting to be a teenager.

  I may have been a little younger than ten when I started to discover my
body. I noticed one way or another that boys were different and firstly
asked my girlfriends about it. For most of them it was also a mystery but
one did know that that had something to do with the making of babies.
According to her boys had a little rod that they could stick into the
snatch of a girl and that produced babies.

  I was not very convinced by these answers so I asked my mother, who, to
my surprise more or less confirmed the story but also gave some more
explanations. Boys and girls first would fall in love and later would
perform the act which resulted in a baby nine months later. I kept on being
confused.

  But all these explanations made me curious about my body and in the
evenings under the bed sheets I started reconnaissance tours of my body. On
the upper body I could not find anything interesting but the lower part of
my belly held many surprises in store. Just rubbing that part above my
snatch, pussy as my girlfriends insisted it was called, created a
particular feeling in my belly and playing with my pussy intensified this
nice feeling.

  Stroking with my index finger from the bridge between my pussy and back
hole I found out that there were a pair of lips that could be parted.
Pushing further into the kind of tunnel that opened up behind the lips I
found some other lips that also could be opened.  The tunnel going into my
belly was however not used to wash the pee out of my body. I also found out
that all these lips ended on at their top in a kind of "rose-bud". I also
noticed a second hole but that part was a no go area. It did not feel good
to rub it and it's function was far from clean

  Rubbing and massaging this bud, which I learned was my clitoris,
intensified my feelings and grew during such treatments. I even told some
girlfriends that I also had a little rod. Around this time I experienced
also a first- mini- orgasm which made my evenings ever more interesting.

  Playing with myself became an almost daily routine, sometimes only
seconds sometimes longer. I also searched for possibilities to see myself
naked in the large mirror in my parents' bedroom and I gradually started to
see and feel that my body changed. The little pecks on my breast became
bigger and harder and around them a circle of darker skin became visible
and breasts became visible.

  Observing girl friends I could see that they must have experienced the
same changes. Some of them really started to have breasts and not the small
rises on my breast that I had noticed. Still I felt at ease with my body
and was not jealous, like some of my girlfriends were, of the more visible
developments with other girls.

  Chapter 2

  Around this time I had my first experience with a boy. When we spent a
holiday at the beach we shared the rented house with a family from my mom's
side and they had a son who was about one year younger than me. As the
bedrooms in the house were not unlimited it was decided that I would share
a double bed with this boy. During the evenings under the sheets I believe
I seduced him although he was not completely ignorant in sex matters.

  I took the initiative asking him whether he had ever touched a girl which
he of course denied but I needed not much convincing before he agreed to
touch me and let me touch him he wanted to touch first however. So I was
lying on my back with my pyjama trousers at my knees and he touched me. At
his first touch it felt as if a bolt of electricity shot through my body. I
felt his hand going from my navel steadily down over my pubes and then he
reached my pussy, it was done clumsily but I loved every second of and I
had to reach for his "rod".

  I had seen some penises of boys before but taking his in my hand was
different it was much longer than I had seen with the others; hairless and
stiff and when I closed my hand around it I could feel it pulsating.  When
I really started to move my closed hand up and down his stiffness
disappeared suddenly and he withdrew has hand from my pussy. Asking what
had happened he told me that he was suddenly afraid of what we were
doing. I could not bring him to continue which may have been good because
we may have ended up really fucking and for that we were really too young.

  Another change that I noticed around my 12th birthday I did not like. As
soon as I discovered my first pubic hairs and the first hair under my
armpits I panicked. As always the first answers came from girlfriends, who
told me that these hairs, the armpit ones could be shaved and they even
told me that later on I would even get hairs on my legs.

  I turned to my mom, who was very understanding telling me however that my
development was slower than with other girls, which did nothing to solve my
problem of course. After some serious nagging she bought me a lady shaver
probably to get rid of my pestering her. That saved my problem; I shaved
everything off also my pubes and never gave them a chance to return.

  Around this time I had my first period and I thank my mother until today
that she had warned me before that a thing like that was in store for
me. Still when it happened the first impulse was to panic. Was it happening
because of something I did? But remembering what my mother said I could
inform her and also with her advice the regular days became part of my
life.

  Chapter 3

  Having a rather slim but powerful body my parents asked me whether I
wanted to go for swimming in a club which was how I landed in one of the
local sports club. The club had male and female members although of course
I saw more of the latter ones. During this time I had another sexual
experience that would be important for my later development. After the
training hours the girls normally changed their clothes in pairs and the
girl I frequently shared the dressing cabin with was Debbie.

  Debbie was about two years older than me. At school an age difference
like that would almost guarantee that we would never have had contacts but
at a sport's club these differences were not taken so seriously. During one
evening changing into our street clothes she noticed that I shaved my pubes
and asked me about it. I told her that I hated all body hair and loved to
have a smooth skin.

  She smiled knowingly and said that she also shaved and she continued that
one of the reasons for her to do it was that it turned her on when she
stroked herself. I was taken aback by this openness but her next question
was even bolder. Did I also like to masturbate? At first I shied away from
an answer but later that evening sitting together at a McDonald's I
confessed to her that I did indeed liked to masturbate.

  The following week I was in the cabin with another girl and there fore it
was two weeks later when she organised it to change together. In the cabin
she got out of her swimming gear quickly and stalled until I also was
naked. She turned me around to face her and asked me whether she could
touch me. Although taken aback again I was curious how that would feel so I
said yes.

  Her hand on my pussy gave me that same lightening bold I remembered from
the short moments I had with my nephew and again I reacted with touching
hers. It is good to touch yourself but stroking someone else who is also
shaved was so good that I got weak knees. We did do nothing more just
rubbing our shaven pubic areas and a short rub of our full hands over our
pussies but it was a kind of sealing a bond together and she became my
first real girl friend.

  During the time after this first touching we regularly had short body
contacts after the training hours but for the rest we were just normal
young girl-friends who were mainly interested in boys. Until the moment
that she told me that after the graduation she would leave for a collage
that was in another part of the country. Seeing my disappointment she
proposed to make a private party the week before she would leave. Just she
and I at her parent's house who were abroad at the time. She would cook and
we would eat together and we could hear some music afterwards and I should
stay the night over.

  When the evening came I got to the house she lived in. The evening
started special indeed, she had prepared a really good meal and we dined
like adults. White wine with the starters and red wine with the main course
and I even believed I tasted some kind of liquor in the espresso after the
meal. When we started to listen to the music I was tipsy to say the least.

  That must have been part of the plan because when she proposed to listen
to the music naked I had no inhibitions. After we shed our clothes she
embraced me and started to dance. It was heavenly; feeling a naked female
body against mine, breasts on breast belly on belly and it did not take
long before our hands started the journey downwards.

  After the first rubs she took me by the hand and led me to her bed. I was
in a twilight world a little drunk but horny in a way I had never
experienced. She kissed me and I kissed her back, I learned to know the
long luxurious female to female tongue kiss that knew all my secrets
because they were also her secrets. During she kissed my lips she started
to fuck me with her fingers and I moaned. These fingers that knew about
outer lips and inner lips, which knew what to do with my clit and these
fingers entered me after having wetted themselves on my juices.

  I had my first real orgasm which lasted so beautifully long and which
pulsed through my body which shuddering waves of ecstasy. After my body
recovered it was my turn to finger Debbie: It was great to part her lips,
search for her clit and massaging it while sticking a finger of my other
hand into her love tunnel. At her moaning I sped up my treatment until also
she lifted up from the bed in spasms of a deep orgasm. We slept in each
others arms and in the morning the first thing on our minds was to do it
all over again.

  A shadow on the evening that we discovered only later that next morning
was that her fingers had taken my virginity. I probably had been so turned
on the night before that I did not notice the sting that that must have
given. We only saw it the next morning but the advantage of being alone in
the house meant that we could leisurely wash the sheets.

  It goes without saying that our parting was a hard one and in the first
months of our separation we wrote some very heart ached letters. But she
found new friends and I renewed my interest for boys, which I had not lost
during our "affair" anyway.

  Chapter 4

  I had several boyfriends but maybe subconsciously I never got into a
situation with them in which more than petting and kissing was possible. My
friendship with Debbie brought me into contact with some older boys and it
was one of them that became my steady boyfriend up to his graduation. And I
can tell you that I was envied because of this friend being seen by most of
the girls as the number one catch in the graduation calls of that year.

  Still also with him we only kissed but with a certain growing passion and
when he asked me to go to bed with him after the graduation ball, I was
young, close to seventeen but I had not really much problems with
accepting. One time had to be the first time and Tony was a very good catch
anyway.

  The ball was Ok my first experience of such an event and being there as
the partner of Tony made even more special. We were elected amongst the
first best looking couples which made very proud of course. After the end
of the party we went to a motel room which he had succeeded to book and I
was lying on the bed in my under wear looking at him preparing for our big
moment and looking at him I was shocked. He had hair everywhere breast,
legs and when he took off his shorts I saw a bif bush of black hair from
with a white dot in the middle which was his penis.

  My first intercourse was a long way worse than being with Debbie, firstly
the hair was a turnoff, and secondly Tony did not know much about woman so
the act of love more or less became a kind of consented rape. Him entering
a dried up girl, no fore play and as soon as he hit the bottom he came. The
only highlight was that when I felt his sperm in me at last I got a warm
feeling and his last thrusts at last were done in a wet slippery love
tunnel.

  After this date that had gone wrong at least from my point of view my
love for Tony quickly disappeared and I was alone again. During the last
high school years I started to surf much in the internet and I found many
the contact sites. Of course I embraced these sites as a possibility to
find a second Debbie but it did not work the way I had hoped for. I really
had a big put down when I let somebody make a date with me. The girl was
fine, really fine but during the first date she already confessed that she
was married to an older man who thought it great to see his wife together
with another woman. She guaranteed me that he would be almost invisible and
that there was absolutely no danger that he would want to participate. I
thanked her very much but rejected the offer. Although I visited the pages
also after this intermezzo I did not make a new contact.

  Other sites I found in the web were the numerous sites with beautiful
women. I feasted my eyes on many shaven beauties and while I got ever
bolder I stared to download lesbian movies.I envied the actresses. They had
all the fun and I was sitting at home masturbating while looking at them. I
seriously thought about auditing for a job with one of the sites "Women
Seeking Women" which was strangely my favourite one although in many of the
movies elder women were seen. Sites like "Sapphic Erotica" and "Little
Butt" or even the movies of Vic Thomas generally had all young women casts
but WSW was more real more passionate. I also bought my first dildos and
vibrators which was easier as I had expected after finding a shop with
rather nice woman behind the counter.

  One of the other things that I did during this time was taking better
care of my body hair. My dislike for this hair got me to shaving myself
daily which gave me a good feeling when under the shower but during the day
I felt the tiny little hairs growing back again. I tried to wax myself
which was OK but took a lot of preparation and could only be done when the
hair was more than half a centimetre long. So I bought my self an epilator,
the first session was as painful as with the wax but I found out that I
could epilate hairs as soon as they became visible. After that I treated
myself every three weeks and felt myself so good that I stopped to wear
knickers.

  And don't think I stayed only at home alone, no I had a good social life
with friend, male and female and especially during the summer I loved to
flash some sights of my upper legs and bare pussy. The only problem was
that all my friends were straight and refused to be seduced.

  Chapter 5

  After finishing high school I went to the Loyola University of New
Orleans to study music history and English and I found myself in a new
world. Imagine a girl from the Mid West coming to New Orleans. It could
have been on another planet. Maybe subconsciously I opted for the town
because of its history for gay and lesbian people but in that case San
Francisco might even have been better.

  The first months I adapted to the New Orleans way of life. The town is
also called the big easy and that's the pace of life down there. Also up
north I used to wear just a dress form time to time. No knickers and no bra
but in NO with its highly humid and hot climate that became my regular way
of dressing. It was good that I had a passion for music because the town
was so seductive that one would forget studying because it is much nicer to
have long breakfasts at the Café Du Monde, spend the afternoons with long
siestas under the big ventilator over my bed especially because my
apartment was in old house close to the Vieux Carrè and did not have
air-conditioning and dine in the Creole and Cajun restaurants as well in
the Poor Boy joints in the evening. Getting contact with people was natural
in this environment.

  To live in New Orleans however and expect to be seduced by a gorgeous
lesbian woman on the first day or even during the first months is illusory
and consequently it did not happen and when it happened I did not recognize
it for what is was. Her name was Margaux, Marge of Cajun heritage and some
15 years older than me, or around 35. We met at an evening in the Hard Rock
Café where we both were with groups of friends. She saw me listen intently
to some Cajun music and asked me whether I liked that kind of music. That
evening we talked about musical tastes and at the end of the evening she
asked me whether I would want to go to dinner with her in one of the Vieux
Carré restaurants during the coming weekend.

  On Saturday I went into town and was delighted to see that the restaurant
was a Cajun one. She welcomed me when I came in and soon I found out that
she was the owner of the place, inherited from her parents. That night we
talked about music, about our earlier lives and she really pitied me for
having lived in such a dull MidAmerican town and I got an invitation for
the next weekend to visit her parents who lived in Cajun County near
Lafayette, the area west of New Orleans.

  If I thought the NO was on another Planet Cajun Country must have been in
another galaxy. In a flat marsh country there were little towns with road
signs in French and the town of Lafayette was a jewel and bustling with
Cajun and Zydeco music. Marge's parents lived outside of town in an old
plantation house in which they also had tourist guests but not during the
weekend I was there. Arriving early Friday evening we were welcomed by
parents and two brothers. One of the brothers had a friend as guest and the
other one had his wife with him.

  The dinner that night was spent in a large restaurant with live music and
dance into the late evening. Of course I had to learn the Cajun dance like
the two step, the waltz and the jig which I did as best as I can my
partners were Marge's younger brother and his friend and it was obvious
that both of them started some heavy flirting. Also during the next day and
evening they continued their contest for me. I was flattered of course but
only to a point.

  That night in my room Marge came to me and lied beside me. She came right
to point asking me why I had not reacted to the flirtations of the boys and
while I was excusing myself not wanting to start something with them a fist
night and that I was tired of the long ride she interrupted me and asked me
whether I would respond when she started to flirt with me. When she saw my
silent confirmation she kissed me on my mouth said that we would talk about
it the following day and left for her own room.

  Chapter 6

  I was elated: Marge was lesbian; unconsciously I probably had known that
all the way she had known it too but we both were afraid to spoil anything
by asking until Marge had her confirmation when I rejected the boys. Still
I slept well dreaming of tender hands on my body.

  The next day was like heaven I saw her now with other eyes, I noticed
that she also did wear no underwear and I was turned on. During the day we
touched each other whenever a possibility occurred. When we were watching a
street parade she stood behind and pressed
  her abdomen to my butts I marvelled at feeling her pubic bone against
me. On the drive back to NO I had to resist the urge to start touching her
in all the beautiful places right away.

  In NO we went to her apartment over the restaurant. Her bedroom also did
not have an airco but a long balcony with doors opening to it, a lazy
ventilator was slowly made its turns near the ceiling. Standing in the
middle of the room we embraced each other and kissed at last. After we had
undressed one another I slipped my hand between her legs and was delighted
to feel no hair. Marge however had other plans she took my hand away and
led me to the bed draping me on it on my back spreading my arms and legs
and then she started the act of lesbian love on me.

  She covered me with kisses; my face, my neck, my breasts, my nipples were
massaged and nibbled on with her teeth, she tongue fucked my naval and I
felt as drifting above the bed. I felt my nipples get hard I felt my clit
getting harder, my pussy started to produce fluids in a quantity that was
hereto unknown to me and her tongue was omnipresent. The kissing lips went
further down kissing my pubes going down along my right leg, nibbling my
toes and starting the ascend along my left leg. And then they were at their
destination. My pussy was touched for the first time by female lips and
they knew what to do to make a girl happy. My outer lips got a treatment,
my inner lips got a treatment and I felt first her tongue entering my love
tunnel to be replaced by to long fingers that searched for A and G
points. Oh, it was heaven she could have left her fingers and tongue there
indefinitely but she even knew how to improve this heavenly feeling. I felt
her tongue searching my clit
 under its hood and than suddenly my but was captured with lips and teeth
and the big finale did start. She treated my clit from gentle to cruel,
when I thought she might bite it of and I did not care. Her massaging
became softer again but she sped up the tempo until I reached my first real
orgasm. With Debbie it must have been something else this was it; this was
the real McCoy. I felt a thunderbolt starting in my clit engulfing my whole
pubic area slamming through my belly up to my hearth warming it speeding it
up, trying to leave through my nipples hammering them and than and up to my
throat where it departed with a kind of animal groan that ended in a long
cry. I also was vaguely aware that during the spasms of orgasm travelled my
body she sucked on my pussy; she drank my juices until the last drop had
been devoured by her.

  When I landed on the bed again I was exhausted, elated and crying for
happiness. I was engulfed in a feeling that was completely new to me. I
looked at the source of all this pleasure and smiled weakly at her. Rest
little lady she said but I have to tell you that the night is not over
yet. Receiving is one joy but giving the other. Looking forward to the
giving side of our love making I instantly got turned on again and felt my
juices well up in my pussy.

  The giving was as indeed as beautiful as the receiving part tasting her
lips and criss crossing my tongue over her breasts licking up some of her
sweat in the cleavage between her breasts. Nibbling her nipples until she
were hard as diamonds. Her navel felt as a little cunt and I duplicated the
little fuck scene she showed before. Down it went along one leg and up the
other to her centre of lust and love. Circling my tongue along her lower
lips I had a first taste of her juices and wanted more but I already know
that they would not come on their own. I got hold of her clit and caressed
and licked and pulled and nibbled so long until I felt her body
stiffen. Hearing her love cry I got my reward. Fluids were oozing from her
and I feasted on them. It was as if the love between could be drunk and we
got drunk on the fluids. We slept in each others arms until a bright and
warm next day in the Big Easy.

  During the succeeding time I was living in a dream. Everything was
beautiful, everything was rosy. I liked my studies during the day and in
the evening I helped with the drinks in the restaurant, where some of
Marge's girlfriends openly tried to seduce me away from her. I went to many
of the music venues that NO offered. I learned to know the Cajun kitchen
and the Creole kitchen and Marge even teased me with the assertion that she
had put a Voodoo spell on me and gave me love potion every day.

  If she meant her love juices by the potion at least that part of the
assertion was true. We made love as much as we could and we behaved as
teenagers in love as soon as we were together. She tore at my dress to give
the passers by a glimpse of my knickers free body and I opened my legs in
the tramways when nobody was looking enjoying her face when she had her
eyed feasting on my pubes and pussy. We hired a boat to be able to make
love outside in the bayous. We got into the same toilet for a quick
stroking session and when we climbed chairs we grasped between the legs of
the one leading, even when other people were present.

  I was convinced that this situation would last forever. If Marge would
have been a man I would have married her. Together with a small group of
girl friends we even celebrated our "official" engagement. New Orleans was
never so beautiful as the in the months that followed even autumn with its
duller weather was a time of joy.

  This is the end of the first part of this story, maybe more will follow
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