Bandcamp Brenda

My name is Brenda. At the time of this story I was twelve years old, and would be going to seventh grade. I was 4 feet, 5 inches tall, with curly black hair. I started puberty earlier this year. My body was starting to shape up nicely. My A-Cup breasts, were finally getting bigger, and my bottom was getting nice and round.

In the summer, I attended band camp. I was in a cabin with six other girls, aged eleven through thirteen. There was also a High School girl, Jan, who was sixteen, and was the chaperon for this cabin. She had her own room, off to the side of the dorm.

During the day, we did lots of music stuff, but night time was the most fun. We all sat around the cabin, in our sleeping tee shirts, and talked about things, mostly boys and sex. Jan was really cool. She was totally open about stuff and answered any questions we middle schoolers had about sex.

One night, as we were sitting in a circle, during our talk session, the subject of puberty came up. We were wondering why all of us seemed to be developing at different rates. "Well everyone's just different," she said. "Have you ever seen each other naked?"

We all kind of sat there and shook our heads no. Our Middle School cut PE, so we never had to take showers together.

"Well Camp is a place to learn," she said, pulling the night shirt, over her head. We all gasped at the sight on her 36D mounds, hoping we would be so lucky at sixteen years old.

Pulling off her panties, she ordered, "Come on now, off with your clothes and into the shower room."

We all pulled off our tee shirts and panties and followed Jan into the shower room.

We stood there looking at each others bodies. There were a variety of breast sizes. For the most part, the younger the girl, the smaller the breasts with a few exceptions. One of the eleven year olds, had full, C-Cups breasts, while there was a thirteen year old who was virtually flat. I myself, was a typical A-Cup.

Our pussies ran the gamut from mere bare slits, to full, plush sets of lips, covered in hair. My pussy, was again average, with lips just starting to get plush, and a sparse covering of hair.

Jan's pussy lips were plush and covered with a full bush of pubic hair.

"Feel free to touch each other and compare," Jan said. "We're all amongst friends here. All just girls."

Sensing our reluctance, she modified her suggestion. "Grab a wash cloth and some soap, and go ahead and wash each other."

Slowly, we went around the shower room, washing each others bodies. Some of us were bolder than others. I myself, was drawn to Jan. I reached out, fascinated by how large yet soft her breasts were. When she touched mine with the washcloth, a jolt of electricity seemed to hit me.

I then put my cloth covered hand on Jan's pussy. I rubbed up and down, rubbing her bush. She reached over, and in turn, touched me, as she did the cloth rubbed up and down my slit. It felt good both touching and being touched. Most of the other girls were getting up the nerve to wash each other also.

Then Jan spoke again. "Now doesn't that feel good? How about giving each other a hug so you can make full body contact."

I jumped at the chance to do this as I pressed my small breasts against Jan's. She felt so warm and soft against me, I didn't want to stop.

After a while, one of the girls asked a question. "Is this OK to do?" she said. "That doesn't make us Lesbians, does it?"

"Not at all," Jan replied, "Women are very different from men. They are much more sensitive. They share their feelings more openly. They can appreciate the subtle touch of each others' bodies. They can share their closeness, without having to worry about societies' labels. This kind of behavior is totally natural."

"But I think it's time for bed now." Jan said, as we broke our embraces.

We all got out of the shower, dried off, put on our shirts and panties, and climbed into our bunks.

As I lay awake in bed, thinking about what happened, I couldn't get Jan, out of my mind. I quietly got up, and snuck into her room. I could see her sleeping, in the glow of the moonlight, coming through the window. I pulled back the covers and climbed in beside her.

I put my arms around her from behind, and felt her starting to stir. She turned toward me and opened her eyes. When she saw me, she smiled and pulled me close. I was again pressed up against her body, although this time, with our tee shirts between us.

She lowered her face and gave me a kiss. It was unlike any kiss I ever had. She opened her mouth and stuck in her tongue. It was hot and wet. I did the same back to her. As we were kissing, Jan reached down and raised both of our tee shirts up to our necks. We were again, breast to breast.

After a while she broke the embrace, and threw back the covers.

"Would you like to try everything two women can do?" she whispered.

"Yes," I answered, before she could even finish.

Following her lead, I pulled my tee shirt, and then my panties, off. We sat there naked. She pushed me down, and crawled between my legs. Then she put her mouth, right on my twelve year old pussy, and started running her tongue up and down my slit.

I was sort of shocked. I learned about sex in school and from my parents, but they never told me about this part. I'm sure I would have thought it was disgusting, yet it was the best feeling I ever had. Jan's tongue concentrated on my slit, and then it moved upward, to a spot that felt really good. It must of been the clitoris that I also learned about. That felt the best ever! After about five minutes of her licking it, I felt my insides start to quiver. I didn't understand what the feeling was, at that time, but I liked it.

Jan rolled off of me, onto her back, and spread her legs. I got the message, I was supposed to do the same for her. I wasn't sure I could, but I put my mouth onto my pussy and gave a tentative lick. I was surprised at how good it tasted. It went back down for another lick, and found myself staying. I worked my way to her vaginal opening, where I saw a coating of moisture that I was eager to lap up.

I went up to where I thought her clitoris was, and probed around with my tongue. Finding nothing, I reached up, and spread the lips of what looked like a hood with my fingers. There a saw a small, pink bud, which I quickly put my tongue on. I sucked and licked at the same time, when suddenly her body shook, and she gnashed her pussy, onto my mouth.

She raised her arms, and pulled me back into her embrace.

"How would you like to fuck?" she asked.

"I thought only a man and a woman could fuck?" I replied.

"I'll show you," she said.

Jan sat us up and pressed her body against mine again, skin to skin, and breast to breast. She resumed our passionate kissing. Then Jan intertwined her legs with mine making pussy to pussy contact, a sexual practice known as tribbing or scissoring. We began grinding away against each other, vulva to vulva, clit to clit.

After a while of this, Jan reached over and grabbed a double headed dildo she had under her bed. She separated our bodies slightly and pushed one end of the dildo into her pussy, and the other into mine. I don't think she realized I was a virgin. When she pushed forward, the dildo sank completely into both of us, and busted right through my hymen. I felt a sharp pain which quickly went away.

Our pussy's resumed contact as we continued to rub and grind, pumping the dildo in and out, at a faster and faster pace, until both of our bodies exploded in powerful orgasms.

We then fell asleep, with the dildo still inside us. When we awoke before dawn, the dildo had slipped out. There was a little trace of blood on my end.

Naked, Jan led me to the shower room, and we stepped in. It was hard keeping our hands off of each other, as we attempted to wash up. In fact, we kissed again passionately, and fingered each other to another orgasm, before the hot water started to run out.

After drying off, I put my tee shirt and panties back on and snuck back to bed.

For the rest of the week, I would slip into Jan's room, after everyone else had fallen asleep.

When camp ended, I found out Jan really was a lesbian. I didn't care, however. Defloration is defloration...

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