My First Knicker-sucking
When I was 12 and at school, my bezzy friend Carla and I were lying on my bed, talking about our latest sexual activities - ************, and playing with boys ***** etc., - and we sort of agreed we weren't that keen on boys and that maybe we were into girls. Now, usually, we used to lie on my bed, chatting about these topics and **********, but we had never played with each other. I can't remember now who made the first move, but we started to caress and fondle each other, squeezing **** and rubbing each other's ***** through our panties. This day, we had been into town, hanging out with our friends, drinking coke and mucking about lots, and after had come back and shut ourselves in my bedroom.
My parents were in, but they never disturbed us - fear of two hormonal teenage girls sufficient deterrent. We were certainly beginning to enjoy our mutual frotting, and there was a lot of squirming and wriggling going on, when suddenly without warning Carla started to pee. Her panties quckly got saturated and my fingering hand was soaked with the lovely hot warmth of her ****.
Embarrassed, she started muttering apologies, but I quickly reassured her that it didn't matter, and that since I still bed-wet ( I had always done so, but only accidentally, so my mum thought, whereas in reality I had stopped having accidents at around 10, and now peed the bed deliberately, as I loved the whole feel of it), it would be ok, and that they would think I had had one of my "accidents"
In itself Carla peeing was surprising, but what then happened quite shocked us both. Whether it was her peeing or the heady scent of her ****, I don't know, but suddenly there I was, my head between her wet thighs sucking the soaking-wet fabric of her cotton panties like a woman demented. I couldn't stop myself, and loved the salty taste of her stale ****. Equally amazing was the fact she didn't stop me, but clamped both hands on the back of my head, and held me tight to her wet ****. Soon I was pulling aside her wet panties and licking her wet **** and tonguing it to ******.
Then she took off her soggy knickers, and having asked me did her **** taste nice, and getting a very enthusiastic agreement, she lifted them to her mouth and tasted her own drying ****. We agreed, there and then that we liked it, and she had me **** mine, so she could suck my panties, and we became permanent lesbian lovers thereafter, enjoying many pissy wetting sessions throughout our teens, up until we lost touch, when she emigrated with her parents to Australia.