This is the sex story of my first sexual experience that happened with my (still)
best friend Anna. It is as true as our two memories can make it. We wanted to
share it with you and invite you to share your first time experiences with us.
Please note that we were both children at the time this takes place, in case
this may offend you. The fact is, however, that neither of us have had or want
to have sex with anyone but age appropriate partners. This story, rather, is a
celebration of two young girl’s childhood sexuality and the love that existed
between them and nothing more. We hope you enjoy it. Let us know what you think.
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My sex life started very early. From the age of seven I had discovered that
special place between my legs that when touched gave me great pleasure, and
although I did not yet experience orgasms, I certainly knew what sexual arousal
was. Instinctively I guess, I quickly understood the connection between this
feeling and my emerging curiosity about the sexual parts of others, both boys
and girls, men and women.
I had briefly spied my father naked on one memorable occasion as I burst in to
the bathroom as he was leaving the shower. I caught the dark bush of his pubic
hairs and the floppy length of his penis. I was quite amazed at the sight and
the difference between him and I. I had but a tiny pink slit. His equipment was
much more interesting and I carried that image of my dad’s cock and balls in my
head for years.
By age ten my curiosity began to turn to fantasy as I practiced playing with
myself and became more adroit. While I had learned some basic masturbation
techniques I had yet to achieve an orgasm. I only knew of this constant aching
need inside of me for a sexual kind of release that I did not yet understand. I
resolved I was going to find out more about all this. I started with my father’s
collection of pornographic books and magazines I knew he kept hidden in a locked
trunk in the basement.
I’m not sure even my mother knew of this collection no doubt left over from his
bachelor days. Being the nosy, curious thing that I was I had discovered this
horde shortly after I learned how to carefully pick the old fashioned lock on
it. I was careful to remove just a few items at a time. As I finished with each
selection I would carefully replace them making them appear undisturbed. As far
as I know my father never found out I was borrowing his porn.
I perused the magazines first and was astonished at the women whose photographs
appeared there. They all seemed to have such large breasts and an abundance of
hair between their legs. The men of course were all good looking and sported
enormous erections. I devoured each picture, surprised at how aroused I became.
As I flipped through the galleries of photos I would rub myself between the legs
and feel the wetness soak through my underwear and coat my fingers.
On one memorable day I was looking at pictures of women and saw one obviously
masturbating, as I frequently did. The sight of this kindred spirit made me
intensely aroused as I scanned through a series that showed a very pretty Asian
woman becoming progressively more aroused in each shot. I knew exactly how she
In one photo she had 3 fingers inside herself and in another she was inserting a
dildo into her pussy. Almost of its own accord my hand wandered between my legs
as I watched this dark haired beauty get herself off. I had never been this wet
before as I slid my finger up and down between my pink little lips and found my
‘button’ as I called it. Resting on my knees, the open magazine before me, my
hand was down my underwear working away madly at myself. I could feel that
‘tickling’ sensation intensify to become almost uncomfortable. At this point I
usually stopped but this time something kept me going. I wanted to see where
this excited, slippery wet state of being was going to go if I endured the
discomfort and kept on rubbing myself!
My finger was tracing frantic circles around my clit. My eyes were closed. I was
breathing faster and harder and even my nipples were tingling as electric waves
of pleasure washed through me. I was no longer looking at a magazine photo. My
Asian friend was now in front of me in my mind, naked and working frantically at
her own release as I watched her. I saw her twirling fingers over her button and
imagined with her other hand that she was putting those 2 fingers inside her
pussy and fucking herself. The image in my brain grew more vivid and
provocative. I saw her smile up at me as she pleasured herself. It was then that
my first orgasm began.
A wave of throbbing heat seemed to explode from my groin and consume me whole.
Waves of shuddering pleasure coursed throughout my body all emerging from that
tiny button between my legs that seemed almost on fire by now. My white cotton
panties were sopping wet with my juices. I was astounded at the power of those
feelings and, as I slowly came down from my erotic high, I experienced a sense
of awe akin to a religious experience. So THIS is what it’s all about! I said to
myself in total wonder.
Of course, I determined immediately that I must share this discovery with my
best friend Anna. Anna was a dear girl, full of life and excitement. At the time
she too was 10 and had long blonde very straight hair that she attended to
assiduously, always brushing it out at every opportunity. My hair seemed to me a
dull brown that I wore short, but Anna kept assuring me it was ‘hazel’ colored
or ‘chestnut’ and quite attractive.
She was also taller than I was with beautiful long legs and a rear end that
looked incredibly delicious and grown up. She had the tiniest little breast buds
too that she was always a little self conscious of, in spite of my confessed
envy. My chest was still flat, though my nipples had become very sensitive over
the past few months.
Anna was always quite animated while I generally went through life a bit more
serenely. Her blue eyed pretty pixie face never failed to give away her every
feeling, so with Anna what you saw was what you got. She was a very honest and
open young girl whom I adored.
We were forever talking about boys and rehashing what little we knew about sex.
Orgasms hadn’t yet entered our limited domain of knowledge so I was most eager
to share the details of my inaugural climax with her. I also wanted to share my
father’s collection of magazines and photos.
When I told Anna of my father’s collection she giggled and blushed. “Really?”
she asked me “Naked women? And men too? Oh Star, that is so cool!” she gasped in
“Yes!” I said excitedly “And it shows them ‘doing it’ and everything!” I didn’t
tell her yet about my orgasm, or the masturbation pictures that had inspired me.
I wanted to surprise her.
I was relieved that Anna seemed as excited as I was. We decided that weekend to
sleep over at my house and indulge our curiosity to the utmost. I also had vague
half-formed desires around the whole idea of Anna, the pictures and me but they
wouldn’t come into focus for me. I was content simply to introduce her to my
father’s pornography collection. I wanted to see what her reaction was going to
be and I would go from there.
Friday after school came far too slowly but it did finally arrive. Anna and I
walked home together discussing what I’d found. I described to her how some of
the women had these huge breasts and of one man ‘titty' fucking’ a very well
endowed blonde. Her eyes were as big as saucers. This was going to be fun!
By this time of course we had both learned about “sex” and making babies. We
also knew what men’s penises were for and we’d picked up all the dirty words
that went with the action. What I hadn’t explored much, however, was my
attraction to other girls as well as boys. The idea of bisexuality then was too
sophisticated a concept for me, so I was a little confused about my feelings,
especially my feelings for Anna. I was becoming VERY attracted to her.
Thankfully through all this I was blessed with a wonderful set of parents who
had given me that precious gift of allowing me to love myself. They, too, were
very tolerant people and never spoke badly about gay men or women or anyone else
for that matter. I accepted the existence of such people without much thought
and was always surprised when I would encounter homophobic remarks amongst my
schoolmates. I therefor knew to keep my feelings for other girls quiet but I did
not in any way feel ashamed about my desires the way many other gay and bi
people are taught to do.
“There’s also some pictures of women making out,” I said to Anna. She blushed at
“Really?” she replied “That is wicked! What are they doing to each other?” she
I looked over at her and took in her flushed face. “I’ll let you see for
yourself,” I told her, relieved she wasn’t turned off by the thought of viewing
some lesbians in passionate embraces. “They’re kissing and touching each other
and stuff. It’s really cool,” I assured her.
When we reached my house we charged quickly up to my bedroom, barely pausing to
say hello to my mom. I went immediately to my closet and brought out a pile of
magazines and envelopes containing individual photographs. This was my treasure
trove, my passport to the bigger badder world of grown-ups. As I began laying
them out I saw a look of astonishment on Anna’s face that quickly turned into a
mischievous little grin.
“These are SO hot!” she said to me pointing to a magazine full of nude,
voluptuous models, “But where are the lesbians?” she wanted to know.
I quickly reached for an envelope that contained some pretty hot stuff. Removing
the photos I laid them out for Anna to see. This was a series of photos showing
two young, busty blondes in every conceivable position. It showed them kissing
passionately, their mouths clearly open and their bodies locked together in a
hot embrace. They were feeling each other’s breasts and sucking in each other’s
nipples. Their hands wandered down between the legs of the other as the models
indulged in mutual masturbation. Then came the close-ups of oral sex.
“Oh my God!” Anna squeaked as she spied a photo with the models in a delicious
69 position. “They’re licking each other!” Indeed they were.
We lingered awhile over these scenes blushing and giggling by turns. There was
no doubt about it. Anna and I were getting very turned on looking at these
ladies doing each other. It was now I decided to show her the pictures of my
Asian friend masturbating, the pictures that had first gotten me off.
“Look at these,” I said “She’s touching herself down there.”
“Wow, look how she has her fingers up inside herself!” Anna exclaimed, “I can’t
do that! I’m too small!”
I watched Anna as she went through the montage and saw her look of excitement
and wonder. Dare I?
“I – I can show you how to do that if you like. I’ve found out something...” I
stammered. I waited with an agonizing fear that Anna would be horrified by what
I had suggested and run away.
“Really?” Anna replied turning to face me. “Do you touch yourself like SHE does!
You have to show me!” She giggled a little then settled in as if to watch me.
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