Date: 25 Nov 2001 10:25:34 -0800
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Angelika...if feels better that way...

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts between two pubescent girls.  If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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            Angelika..."It feels better that way!"
                              By
                             Jan


	My mother named me Angelika; I am a 21-year old,
German girl living in Cologne.  Everyone calls me A. J. as a nick
name.  My parents died in an automobile accident when I was 17-
years old.  Being the only child I lived with my aunt and uncle for
a couple of years until I got an apartment I could call my home.

	None of my friends or colleagues knows about my sexual
preferences.  I was always afraid of and disgusted by the male
genitalia.  My father was never shy about expositing himself
around the home so I knew what they looked like.  Not that he ran
around nude or anything but when he was going to the shower or
such he never bothered trying to hid himself from me either.

	I had seen some porn videos and was absolutely disgusted
by the sight of those penises and sperm shooting all over the place.
I never had or wanted anything to do with boys.  Girls on the
other hand were a different thing.

	I started masturbating myself at about eight years old,
mostly thinking about girls.  When our family was staying in a
hotel I found some erotic stories in a drawer that were about two
women and girls making love...I reread those stories over and
over while masturbating.  I was masturbating four or five times a
day by the time I found the magazine of stories.

	When I was 13-years old I was not a very big child I had
started developing breasts but they were not very big and I'm still
rather flat chested.  My hair was and is still blonde, even if it was
lighter in color at 13.  You could say I was a platinum blonde.  I
kept it a little longer than shoulder length and in a ponytail most
of the time.  By this time I had some pubic hair and it was the
same color as the hair on my head.  At this age I had never
thought about shaving it.  I was just starting to shave under my
arms.

	At this time my family took a holyday on an island in
northern Germany called Langeoog.  From the air the island
looks like an ice hockey goalie's hockey stick.  It runs east to west
with the blade of the stick facing south.  Most of the village is
located at what could be called the heel or northwest part of the
island.  The private airplane strip or (Flugplatz Langeoog) was
located at the southeast edge of the village or the instep if it were a
foot.  We were staying in the apartment house called "Aquantis".
My parents liked to take long walks along the beach up to the
"Meierei".  I tended to get bored doing that.

	I tended to hang out at a salt water bath called "Strandbad"
even though it was not really close to the beach as I remember it.
The place is called "Meerwasser-Erlebnisbad" (Seawater-
Experienebath), today, which all seems ridiculous to me because it
was an indoor artificial structure.

	It must have been refurbished and remodeled since I was
there as a 13-year old because it does not look the same as I
remember it back in 1993.

	I remember it was not a very big island only about 12 km
long.  It was a popular place for vacations.  Northern Germany is
not all that sunny, in fact it often rains and storms are common
there.  The landscape can be called a grass covered sand dune and
there are no cars on the island so you ride bicycles everywhere or
they ride horses (Even the local police).

	Like I said, I was bored and while my parents were walking
around the island, so I found the bath.  I thought it was new but I
learned it had been around for more than 20-years by the time I
found it.  This is the way I remember it.  It was a salt water bath
so there was no chlorine smell to it.  It was made so that every
hour or so they lowered the water level about a meter and then
generated waves that rolled back in.  The waves must have been
at least 1.20 m high.

	I found it incredibly fun to play there, even more so when I
found out about the two central pillars in this hall.  I always
wondered if who ever designed this bath knew what sexual thrill
girls could get from it.  They were nothing more than a big
masturbating machine for us girls.

	There was an underwater bench around the pillars that you
could sit on with your back to the pillars.  The water would be up
to your shoulders, at least when I was thirteen.  The incredible
thing was, in the 20 minutes it took to refill the bath after the
waves there were six fountains spread out around each pillar that
shot up from the middle of the benches.  It was a white water
stream that was so strong that it shot up a couple of centimeters
high and no matter how strong you were, you could not press
your hand down hard enough to stop the water.  The trick was to
sit straddle the fountain with your legs closed and your back
against the pillar.  Then let the water stream carry you a few
centimeters high while you held on the edge of the bench with
your hands.  I was in heaven during the time it took for the water
to raise back to the original level.  I never had an orgasm until I
figured out that if I pulled my swimming costume aside to expose
my vagina directly to the stream of water.  The feeling was
incredibly breathtaking I would have tiny little orgasms, way to
many to count.  I'm sure I would have a stupid grin on my face
while I was having all those orgasms.

	The third day after I had discovered the thrill of the pillars
at the bath I got there at 8 AM in the morning.  There were only
about 20 people in the bath swimming when I got there.  Later in
the day there would be as many as 300 people.

	I was thrilled to think that I would have the fountain to
myself...Well, that was what I was thinking.  I had no more than
gotten to the bench when a girl in a blue-black metallic bathing
suit with long brown hair sat down next to me.  She was sitting
with a fountain between her legs like I was.

	She was a little younger than me I think she may have been
12-years old.  She was obviously not experienced in the use of the
fountain.  She was watching what I was doing and tried to copy
me but slipped a couple of time and we both got a laugh out of it.
Eventually she got it right but I didn't see her get that smile of
relief on her face.  The first thing I said to her was "Move your
bathing-suit to the side between your legs, it feels better that
way..."  She smiled and reached under the water and then she
moved her hand back to the lip of the bench and I saw her face as
her body started shaking next to me.  Her eyes closed and she was
biting on her lower lip.  I will never forget her face at that
moment...then I felt her hand grab mine.

	I was scared at first, I looked at her questioningly, but she
just gave me a smile, closed her eyes and began shaking again.
She was squeezing my hand in joy.  Our fingers intertwined and
we spent the rest of the refill period like that.  We never took our
eyes off each other.  We were in heaven sharing this incredible
feeling with each other as the water rushed up to our necks.
When the water shut off we sat there in the afterglow for a few
minutes.  We moved our suits back into place and she smiled at
me as she slowly moved away but motioned for me to follow her.

	We got out of the water and headed for the shower room to
rinse off the saltwater.  There was only one older woman in the
shower room.  We were in our swim suits and took a couple of
showers across from her and started rising off the saltwater.
When the woman left the shower room, the girl came over to my
shower and stood next to me and kissed me on the mouth.  I was
not much more than a peck on the lips!

	 I had never been kissed by another girl before and was in
shock!  While I was recovering from the shock I felt her hands on
my butt.  When she reached up to kiss me on the mouth again her
right hand went up my back until it was holding my neck.  A cold
chill went up my back with her hand.  Then as she kissed me her
tongue went into my mouth.  I closed my eyes and relished the
feeling.  This was a dream come true...I had dreamed about
feeling another girls body next to mine for years as I read the
stories of women making love to each other.  When she knew I
was not going to pull away she put her right hand back down on
my leg and she moved both hands under my bathing-suit and
gripped both cheeks of my ass.  No one had ever gripped me this
way before.  My head was swimming from the feel of her tongue
in my mouth when we heard the shower room door open.  The girl
moved back under her shower so fast that I doubt that either
woman had time to see what we had been doing.

	The girl grabbed my hand and led me to the dressing room.
We had not dried off yet and were dripping water as she pulled
me into the handicapped dressing stall because it had more room.
She looked around first before we went in to the stall and she
locked the door.  She sat me down on the bench and bent over to
kiss me again.  As her tongue went into my mouth her hands
cupped my tiny breasts through my bathing suit.  She pulled the
straps that crossed in the back off my shoulders and pulled my
swim-suit down in front and sucked the flesh of my breasts until
they were hard and sensitive to the touch.  She kissed my body as
she pulled my suit down to my waist.  I was so thrilled that I
would have done anything she wanted.

	She sat next to me after she removed her swim-suit and sat
there with her legs wide open.  I returned her kisses and worked
my way down her body.  Her fat chest had hard little nipples on
them.  She pushed on my shoulders to let me know she wanted me
to get between her legs.  I was so excited that I was finally going to
find out what it was like to taste a vagina like the women in my
magazines.  Her swollen little mound did not have any hair on it.
I used both hands to open her up.  This was the first clitoris of
another girl I had ever seen up close.  She was wet and it was not
from any water from the bath or shower.

	I touched her clit with the finger on my right hand and she
scooted forward on the bench until she was barley sitting on it.  I
inhaled the smell and almost had another climax.  When I stuck
out my tongue and wiped it up the valley of red flesh she shook
like she was having another climax.  Then I put my lips on the
opening and drove my tongue as deep into her canal as her hymen
would allow me.  I continued to play with her clit as I licked and
sucked the flesh of her cunt until she sighed through a long
orgasm.  She pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth as she sat
me next to her on the bench.

	Then she got on her knees between my legs and put one of
my feet up on the bench and began kissing my knee and worked
her way down the inside of my thigh.  I was squirming on the
bench as she kissed me.  I felt like I was going to have a climax
before she even touched my pussy.  Then she started kissing my
pussy right through my swim-suit, just like a baby hungry for
milk...I was completely confused and thrilled too.

	She was younger than me but obviously a more experienced
lesbian.  This was not the first time she had ever sucked a pussy.
She was down on her knees licking and sucking my pussy through
my suit...when she suddenly stopped and said to me "Move your
bathing-suit to the side between your legs, it feels better that
way..."  The same words I had told her earlier and the only words
we ever exchanged.

	I reached down and moved the crotch of my suit to the left
side of my crotch like I did to take full advantage of the fountain.
She eagerly dove face first into my crotch.  To say that she gave
me the most incredible orgasm would be a complete
understatement.  It blew my world apart.  I was completely
exhausted and still shivering in the afterglow when she got on her
feet.  She gave me a warm smile, kissed me sweetly on the mouth.
I could taste and smell my own cunt on her mouth.

	I closed my eyes and she left the stall.  When I recovered I
pulled my suit up and pulled the strap over my shoulders and
adjusted the crotch of the suit.  When I stood up I had to brace
myself on the walls for a second before opening the door.

	I found the stall where I had left my clothes and changed
into my street clothes.  I put my swim-suit in a canvas bag lined
with plastic so that my wet suit and towel would not get
everything wet.  When I opened the door and put my combination
lock one the strap on my bag.  As I headed for the street I was
looking for that brown haired girl.  I looked in the dressing room
and lobby as I was coming out.  I looked up and down the street
but did not see her.  I figured that it was a 50/50 chance that she
went in the same direction I needed to go to get back to the
apartment.  So I struck out at a good pace in hopes that I would
catch up with her.  I never saw her again.  The rest of my life I
compare every encounter with the thrill of that first time.


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