Linda

When my neighbor's daughter knocked on my
door and asked if she could talk to me, I immediately
felt my heart start pounding. I wondered if I could
seduce her, as I allowed her to enter home.

I knew that I was a lesbian from an early age. I
was attracted to girls when other girls were starting
to get boy crazy. I liked the taste of girl's *******
from the first time a teenager taught me how to play
with her ***** and lick her ***** as a young girl.

I looked a lot like my mother, we both had red
hair, but her hair was darker than mine when I was a
young girl. My hair darkened over the years. It
eventually became an auburn color. Our skin was pale
with traces of freckles on our shoulders and nose. As
a young girl I envied older women and girls with large
breasts, because my chest was as flat as a boy's.

I had a strong desire to find out more about
lesbianism. By the time I was a teenager I worked up
the nerve to enter an adult bookstore. I milled
around the aisles until I found the section dedicated
to lesbian material. I deliberately selected magazine
titled "Sexology" that had a large number of article
titles dealing with lesbianism. My heart was pounding
while the clerk rang up my purchase. I expected the
clerk to say I was too young to buy the magazine. He
didn't even give me a second look.

I studied every word until I could almost quote
every article on lesbianism by heart. I wanted to find
out how to meet older women that would teach me all
about sex with other women. Any time I had a little
extra money I would buy magazines and paperback
books dealing with lesbian sex.

One afternoon I was about to buy three
magazines all dealing with my favorite subject, but as
I approached the clerks counter, a woman dressed
like a professional business woman was buying a
paperback book and a pack of Pall Mall gold's
cigarettes. The clerk also placed a paper match book
in the paper bag as she handed him the money. I
placed my three magazines on the glass counter while
I waited my turn. As soon as I paid for them I took
my paper bag and headed for the exit. As I started
walking home I passed the woman while she was
opening her pack of cigarettes. She put one in her
mouth and lit it as I passed. I became aware that
the woman that had been in front of me in the store
caught up with me. She casually mentioned in a non-
threating voice, "I see that you're interested in
lesbianism."

I must have blushed three shades of red, but I
eventually responded with a simple "Yes!"

She said, "If you are really interested in the
subject you might like to accompany me home to see
my collection of lesbian erotica!"

I studied the way she looked, the woman was
middle aged, and nice looking. There was just
something about the way she looked and was dressed
that made me feel safe in her company. I figured
that she was just the kind of woman I had been
looking for to teach me about sex. I looked her in
the eye and studied her face for a moment before I
accepted her offer. She told me, "My name is Linda,"
as she led me to her new red 1964 Mustang. As it
turned out she didn't live far from the magazine
store.

Her home was old, but well maintained. She told
me that she had always lived in that house. She had
inherited it when her parents passed away. She
offered me something to drink, and told to have a
seat on the couch while she got us something to drink.
When she returned she had two glasses of Coke with
some sort of alcohol in it. She then excused herself
while she got the magazines she had told me about.
This time she had a pasteboard box in her hands.
She sat down next to me, and handed me the box.
While I opened the box, she picked up her glass and
took a sip.

The box contained magazines and loose
photographs of women naked, kissing, playing with
each other's breasts, sucking **** and *******. While
I studied the photographs I started feeling the same
kind of itch in my ***** when I played with myself.
She was sitting very close to me, and she started
gently dragging her fingernails up and down my arm.
She whispered in my ear would you like to be kissed
that way?"

I breathlessly whispered, "Yes!"

She leaned over my body and kissed me on the
mouth. I had anticipated tasting cigarettes in her
mouth, after all both my parents smoked and their
breath smelled nasty all of the time, but Linda's
mouth tasted of the Coke and alcohol. I could smell
her perfume. She smelled of Revlon's Tigress mixed
with cigarette smoke. She was kissing me on the
mouth very passionately. She was nibbling on my
lower lip, sticking her tongue into my mouth, at the
same time she was feeling my chest. I was still flat
chested, but my nipples were very sensitive to the
touch.

I was wallowing in the moment, and couldn't
resist grasping the breasts of my first adult woman.
I loved the feel of her soft breasts. We were both
clawing at each other's clothes in our efforts to get
at each other's bodies, while we continued kissing
each other. When I freed both of her breasts I
squeezed one, and she fed me the nipple of the other
one. We struggled until we were both ******** down
to just our panties. We stuffed our hands into each
other's panties. I followed her lead and finger
****** her at the same rime she was finger *******
me. The only difference was the fact that I was still
hairless, and her ***** had plenty of hair. She
eventually pulled me to my feet, so that she could
guide me to her bedroom.

She removed her panties first, and she pulled
my panties off of me. She placed me in the middle of
her bed, before spreading my legs wide open, so that
she could bury her face in my little virgin ****. I
loved the way she sucked my *****. (Until that day I
had only licked the ******* of my playmates, and they
had only licked my *****.) This was the first time
anyone had actually stretched my flesh and stuck
their tongue into my *****.

I can honestly say that she made me *** for
the first time in my life. I had enjoyed games with
my playmates, but she made me understand the bliss
that a woman can feel. She helped me clean up and
get dressed before I went home.

I became a regular visitor to her home. She
even taught me the pleasures of tongue ******* her
*******. I was truly in love with her. I learned that
she was actually a teacher, and made up my mind that
I would someday be a teacher too.

I was naive enough not to believe it was possible
for two females to actually **** each other. Linda
produced a strap-on *****, and took my virginity that
night. It hurt and I bled a little. She made me feel
better by sucking my ***** until I stopped bleeding.
She ****** me four more times that night. I was one
very relaxed girl by the time I went home.

When we settled into our new home I was at a
loss about how I was going to find another woman to
replace Linda. It took a little while before I found a
couple of girls my age to party with, but I still
wanted an older woman as a lover.

I threw myself into making good grades in
school. When I entered high school I assured my
councilor that I wanted to become a teacher. She
was very understanding and helped me get the classes
I needed to prepare myself for college. We became
trusted friends. One afternoon after school I ran
into her at the local Carl's Jr. I was having a snac