The Sexual Misadventures of Lilly

Chapter 4- Carrie

The first time I fell in love I was 16. I fell in love with a girl, oddly enough. I’d never been with a girl…never even though about it.

Carrie was 16, small, curvy. She had long dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. She moved in next door to me at the beginning of the summer. I fell head over heels the moment she smiled at me across the lawn while unlog bog boxes from her mother’s car.

Later that day I saw her sunbathing in the back yard and I walked over and introduced myself. We found we had a lot in common and were soon lost in conversation. She told me that she was a lesbian and I confessed that I was attracted to her. Somehow this conversation led me to ask her to come over to my house. My parents weren’t home and I knew we wouldn’t be interrupted if we decided to experiment.

We went to my room. Carrie sat down on my bed. I couldn’t help but stare at her. Her tiny bikini barely covered her breasts and tiny ass. She patted the bed and invited me to sit next to her. I was shaking as I sat down. We just sat there staring at each other for an eternity.

Then Carrie took my hand, gave me a look that could melt the polar ice caps, and asked me if I wanted to kiss her. I couldn’t even speak. I just nodded. Our mouths were drawn together as if they were magnetized. The feeling I felt when my lips touched hers was indescribable. It was like falling into a deep dark pit and at the same time it was like flying into the sun.

My brain stopped working, but thankfully my mouth and hands had a mind of their own. I kissed Carrie deeply. My tongue danced in and out of her lips, teasing hers. My hands moved from their resting place at her sides. I touched her hair, her cheek, her neck. I pulled my mouth from hers and stared into her eyes as I moved my hands to her breasts. The thin fabric of her bikini was soft under my fingers. Her breasts were soft and full. Her nipples peaked under my touch. Carrie’s eyes closed and she moaned as I pinched her nipples and gave them a little tug.

I leaned in and kissed Carrie’s neck and collarbone. I was careful to be gentle with her. I didn’t want to scare her. I moved my mouth lower and kissed her breast through her bikini top. I could feel her hands digging into my arms as she arched her back, silently begging for more. I reached behind her and untied her top, letting it fall off her shoulders. I sucked in my breath as I got my first look at her breasts. They were perfect. Not to big, not too small. Firm, but still soft. Her little pink nipples were perfect.

I massaged her breasts gently and kissed between them. Carrie’s hand found it’s way into my hair pressing my head firmly to her chest. I managed to pull back enough to move my mouth over her left nipple. She gasped and arched her back farther as I sucked and nibbled at her excited flesh.

My hand found it’s way between Carrie’s legs. I rubbed up and down her slit through her bikini bottom. I could feel the heat rise and soon her juices were soaking through the fabric. She pressed herself against my hand and moaned. I knew she needed more, but I wasn’t sure if I could give her more.

Carrie sensed my hesitation and took control. Her hands slid over my body. Her mouth burned my neck with gentle sucking kisses. Soon my shirt was tossed aside and Carrie’s hands expertly massaged my breasts. I couldn’t help moaning and pressing my breasts harder and harder into her hands.

Carrie pulled me into her arms and kissed me deeply as we tumbled back onto the bed. She was half laying on top of me. Her tongue danced in and out of my mouth. Her hand squeezed my breast and then moved down my stomach. She slid her hand into my shorts and rubbed my now dripping wet pussy. I moaned loud and shut my eyes. I thrust my hips into her hand, trying desperately to make her touch me harder. She pulled her hand away and unbuttoned my shorts. I helped her shove them down and kicked them off. Carrie removed her bikini bottoms.

Our naked bodies were pressed hard together, our arms wrapped around each other, and we shared yet another passionate kiss. Carrie’s body seemed to melt into mine. Her hips rubbed against mine. Her breasts pressed into mine, sending shivers down my spine. We were lost in each other.

Suddenly I heard someone yell. “You dirty little whore!” I pulled away from Carrie as fast as I could and found myself staring at my very angry mother. She grabbed Carrie by the arm and yanked her off the bed. Pushing her toward the door, she continued to yell. “Get out of here! How dare you corrupt my daughter?!” Carrie didn’t look at me as she scooped her bikini up off the floor and walked out.

Carrie wasn’t really angry about what had happened at my house that day. We spent lots of time together and made love often. I say we made love because that’s what it was. It wasn’t just sex anymore. And Carrie didn’t have to hurt me to make it feel good.

One afternoon I decided that it was time to tell Carrie all my dirty little secrets. I didn’t know how she would react, but I knew that if I didn’t confide in her soon she wouldnk Ink I didn’t trust her. Sitting under the big maple tree in her backyard, I began to explain my horrible past. I began with my first memories of having sexual experiences….