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Subject: {ASSM} [sapphic] "AMY and I", f/f, sub oral
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AMY AND I


{f/f, 1st time, oral, sub)


By Typoman

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Larry Sanderson
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    My stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual encounters.
Various ages from adult to children may be described in sexual acts,
either willing or coerced. If you are not of legal age to read or
adult material, close this file. If you are offended, or even think
that you might be offended by reading material such as this then go
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    A word about fantasy: My stories are just that, a FANTASY! They
might contain a thread of an old childhood memory, or just be the
brainchild of my fertile imagination. 
If you like to read stories like mine then more power to you! However,
if you find yourself seriously contemplating abusing an innocent
minor, then go seek help. Our children are our future. Don't start (or
continue) the cycle of sexual abuse. Enough said, on with the tale.















     Hi. My name is Patty Morgan. 
     My husband and I have been a visiting the ASSTR web site for
about a year now and we both have really enjoyed reading the stories
that are there. When Jack (my husband) read about the Sapphic Erotica
Festival that is being held, he talked me into writing about something
that happened between me and a friend of mine back when we were in the
sixth grade. 
     Amy and I were almost complete opposites. She was beautiful and
popular while I was shy and plain looking. I had three older brothers
while she was an only child. Her parents doted on her and gave her
just about everything that she asked for. Her family had money and
mine didn't have two extra times to rub together.
     Amy was used to getting her way. She was a smart girl, smart
enough to know how to control a situation without being a bitch. I've
lived forty some odd years now and life has kicked me in the teeth
until I finally learned the lessons that it was trying to teach me.
One of the lessons was all about self-esteem, predators and prey. 
     I bet you think that this story is about predators and prey. Well
you're right, but only in the base sense. The two of us were only
twelve (me) and thirteen (her) at the time and Amy was only a bitch
when she had to be. She never had to become a bitch with me because I
had seen her in action with other girls and back then I crumbled at
the first sign of conflict. Yes, I was glad to be on the right side of
Amy and I was thrilled she allowed me to be her friend. I could go
into a lot more detail about the how's and why's of our relationship,
but I'm sure that you can figure it out for yourselves. 
     I guess it's time to get on with the story.
     After about a month or so after we became friends, Amy invited me
over to her house to go swimming and stay the night. Amy and her
Mother even came to pick me up in their Mercedes. 
     It was the first time that I had ever seen how rich people lived.
Everything about their house was enormous! They even had a double set
of doors at the entrance. After I made it past their impressive
entrance, the first thing that caught my attention was the size of the
inside. I quickly figured out that I could fit my entire apartment
inside their living room. 
     Amy grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs to her bedroom to
change into our swimsuits. Being the only girl in my family I a bit
nervous when Amy stripped her clothes off right in front of me. I
followed her lead but turned around when it came time to take my
panties off. I was trying to shimmy into my old two-year-old swimsuit
when she stopped me.
     "Oh no you don't!" Amy said to my back. "You're not gonna have to
wear that ugly old thing around here Patty. I'll let you wear one of
my suits!" 
     I turned around and found myself staring at Amy's backside while
she rummaged through her dresser for her other suit. A second or two
after she turned around I averted my eyes. I was embarrassed that she
had caught me staring at her. 
     "What's the matter Patty? Does seeing me in my birthday suit make
you embarrassed?"
     "NO!" I replied as positively as I could under the circumstances.
     "Good!" Amy replied. Now take that ratty old thing off and try
this on. It's a little small on me but I bet it'll fit you like a
glove."
     Amy stood there waiting for me to obey. It was bad enough that
she had real boobies compared to my barely noticeable ones. I had
managed to at least pull my suit up over my hips, and now I was going
to have to let her see that I had almost no hair down there too. I
knew that I was trapped. I didn't dare turn my back to her because
that would be a dead give away that I had lied about being
embarrassed. I averted my eyes then pulled my old suit down then
stepped out of them.
     I stood there with my eyes cast down and waited for what seemed
like an eternity. My hands wanted to cover my nakedness, but I held
them at my sides. 
     Amy asked, "You do like boys don't you?" 
     I jerked my head up. "Of course!"
     We looked at each other for a moment then Amy let out a laugh.
"Good! Cause that would creep me all the way out if I thought that a
Lesbo was looking at me!"
     "Me too!" I answered back with the sincere conviction of innocent
youth.
     Amy sat on her bed and handed me the suit. It was a tiny little
thing, especially for the times. The color was jet black with pink
trim around the edges. I had always been skinny and the suit was
almost too large for me to wear. The top fit okay, but I thought it
scandalously brief. The bottoms however certainly weren't snug enough
to stay up while diving and the crotch was dangly. When I pulled them
up enough for the crotch to be snug, the waistband was above my hips
and got looser. 
     I could feel Amy's eyes on me but to tell you the truth I
couldn't bring myself to even risk a furtive glance at her face. 
     Wow! Something just dawned on me. I just had a recollection of a
nice lengthy visual of Amy's crotch. Hmmmmm. Betcha Freud would have
something to say about that Huh? There I was, too afraid to look to
see Amy was guilty of taking in my most private places and all the
while my own eyes were getting one hell of a lot better education of
my friend's anatomy as she sat on her bed. Amy didn't have a lot of
pubes on her folds. Most of her hair was centered right at the top. It
was thin and wispy, but definitely dense enough to tell she had a
patch. I hadn't really seen a lot of other girl's pussies with hair
before then. 
     The main thing that I had been worrying over back then was that I
would be the only girl without pubes in Phys ED shower room. Seventh
graders took showers with other girls and I had imagined myself as the
laughing stock of the whole school. Hairless Patty! Kinda has a ring
to it don't you think? 
     I learned later that there was plenty of sparse foliage in the
Phys ED shower room. During the summer my scantly haired pussy had
filled in a little more. My almost non-existent, teeny little titties
had sprouted out enough to be noticeable in a tee shirt. 
     Sorry to get off the track. There's so much that I'd like to
explain but I think people might find it boring. The language that I
normally use is quite a bit different than what's in this story. I'm
trying to get across to you the way that I was back than. You won't
see me using words like "pink telephone" or "cunt" because I wouldn't
have used them back then. I'm also trying to relay to you my attitude,
the way that I viewed the world back then. The world of a shy little
twelve year old girl.
     Back to the story.
     Hmmm... Yeah, my memory may be playing tricks on me, but I also
remember seeing Amy's legs open just a bit while I was looking. Her
movement was casual enough for me to only notice. No....... I remember
now. I did think for a moment that Amy opened her legs just to give me
a better view of her privates. It was about a second after she spread
her legs that the visual part ends. I turned my gaze away from her it
embarrassed me. It's kind of strange how the memory comes back when
one writes about it. 
     Well I put the bikini on and tried to adjust the bottoms. Amy
decided that I looked great so that was that. Amy had got up from her
bed to help me fiddle with the suit. I sat on the bed or maybe Amy sat
me down. Yeah that's what she did. Amy took me by the arms and sat me
down. I tried to dismiss the thought that my friend was showing off
for me. I remember the little twinge, the tiny pleasure pulse that
emanated from my middle. Amy wanted me to look at her body while she
dressed and that's exactly what I did. I wasn't comfortable about just
staring, but doing it certainly pleased her. You know how a bubbly
girl can get just a tad more bubbly when she's enjoying herself?
That's how I remember it anyway. When Amy bent down to pull up her
bottoms I envied her cleavage. I envied the way that her long brown
hair fell forward and it made me loathe my own pixie cut. 
     Can envy be somehow thought of as lust? It certainly gets both me
and my husband hot when I recall this tale. Am I really a closet
lesbian? Naw, Jack is a consummate lover, both orally and physically.
I might be just a little closet bisexual. When I need it though,
there's absolutely nothing that can come close to a good hard cock
backed by a skilled lover. 
     Amy's bikini was bright red. The little bitch was a knockout in
it too. Her boobs were, to use a male term "a handful". Her butt was
to die for. 
     Amy took me by the hand and pulled me down the stairs and out
into her immense back yard. There was a row of those tall thin
evergreen trees all around the fence that provided complete privacy.
The pool was the size of the one at our apartment building, only a lot
fancier. There was this fountain right between the pool and the back
patio. I had never seen one of those statues of a little boy peeing in
the water before and I was scandalized by it. Amy noticed that I was
staring at it so she drug me right up to it.
     Amy asked, "I'm sure you've seen a wiener before Patty! You've
got all those brothers and all, right?"
     "Well, yeah! Of course, but not a statue of one!" I replied. 
     Amy cupped her hands together held them under the jet of boy
water. When her hands were full enough, she threw the water at me. I
shrieked, she squealed with delight then took a running dive into the
pool. I dove after her and learned why it's not a good idea to dive
into water with loose bikini bottoms. I jerked them back into place
and looked guiltily at Amy, but she was too busy looking past me.
     "Daddy!" Amy called out.
     "Hi ya Pumpkin! How was school?"
     Amy rushed out of the pool and into her father's arms. He was
wearing a swimsuit also.
     Amy gave her daddy a hug. "School was okay!" She then grabbed his
hand and drug him into the pool. Look who's staying over! It's my
friend Patty!"
     He gave me a big smile then said, "Hi Patty! I hope you're having
a good time."
     I tried to answer, but the best I could manage was to give him an
embarrassed smile. The man was quite a hunk to me back then and my dad
was just..... my dad. The three of us spent quite a while in the pool
together. I warmed up to him and in no time and soon were doing all
the pool things. By then the material of my borrowed had relaxed
somewhat and I constantly had to pull them back up. I know that Mr.
Levitz (Amy's father) had seen more of me than he should have. Little
girls with loose fitting bikini bottoms shouldn't bounce like I did. I
noticed that he was looking directly between my legs after we had
dunked him several times. One of those devilish thrills ran up my
spine but I couldn't just pull them back up! Not while he was looking!
I waited until his head broke out of the water then jerked them back
into place. When he happened to look at me, his expression was
completely normal. The knowing leer that I expected him to give me
never occurred and so I eventually relaxed my guard more and more.
When my leg brushed against the firm lump that was in his swimsuit, I
knew that it was because the loose hanging crotch of my bottoms
allowed him to see all of me.
     Mr. Levitz was keeping his hands to himself and behaving like
everything was perfectly normal. In order to keep his attention I let
my suit do it's own thing, only pulling them back when they were
obviously out of place. I remember being deathly afraid that he would
touch me there, but also hoping that he might. He never touched me in
that way, but his thing made more than a few of contacts against me.
     We went inside ant ate a wonderful dinner. Amy's mom consumed
quite a few drinks during and after dinner. We took showers after
dinner to wash the off the chlorine. Amy let me use the shower
upstairs while she used the one in her parent's bedroom. I masturbated
in the shower imagining that it was Mr. Levitz fingers there instead
of mine. I came out of the shower and got dressed for bed then noticed
that the bathroom door was unlocked. My oldest brother could come and
go into the bathroom whether he wanted to. No matter whether I had
locked it or not so I knew someone had been in there, and that someone
had most likely watched me diddling myself. 
     It took me quite a while to work up the courage to come out of
the bathroom knowing that someone had seen what I had been doing.
After gauging how Amy acted I knew that the culprit had to be her
father. I knew that I couldn't breathe a word about it to anyone,
especially my friend Amy. The only thing that I could do was to act
like nothing happened. Amy's mother had gone to bed when we came
downstairs to watch television. Mr. Levitz was sitting on one end of
their couch and Amy set next to him then I next to her. After a while
Amy had me scoot down closer to the other end so that she could lay
her head in her father's lap. He began rubbing her back. Amy stretched
her legs across my lap and told me to tickle her legs and I obeyed.
When she pulled up the hem of her nightie, I knew what she wanted me
to do. I kept one eye on her father and gently tickled. Eventually my
fingers found their all the way up to her panty line. Amy looked at me
and gave me a nice appreciative smile so I ventured my way up to the
top of her legs more. 
     When the movie was over Amy kissed her father goodnight. He
looked at me expectantly, but I just couldn't make my feet move. Back
in the privacy of Amy's bedroom she had me brush her hair and we
talked about boys. Amy told me that she jacked off Jason Woodward, a
sixteen year old boy that lived next door. When she asked me about
what I had done, I told her that I had done the same thing. When she
questioned me further I confessed that it was my oldest brother
Jeremy.
      After climbing into bed and turning out the light Amy had me
tell her all the details about my brother and I. How many times I had
done it to him and how I had done it. She had me demonstrate with my
hand how I had done it. She told me to pretended that she Jeremy and
made me demonstrate. That's when I realized that she had lied about
her and Jason Woodward. I pretended to wrap my hand around her
imaginary phallus and jacked it off.
     The whole time Amy was quietly leading me on. Asking me questions
then not over reacting when I answered them. When she asked me if I
had ever put his thing in my mouth I told her that I had. I told her
everything from what it looked like when he shot, to the fact that I
had never let him shoot in my mouth. The number of times that my
brother talked me into doing things with him wasn't many and I made
sure that Amy knew it too.
     When Amy told me to pretend to be a boy so that she could try it,
I knew that something was going to happen. One part of my brain
screamed at me to think of some way out of it, but my baser side won
out. 
     The last thing that Amy said to me that night was, "Like this?"
as she grasped my pretend phallus. From then on until we woke in the
morning the two of us were dead silent. 
     When I quietly answered "Yes." I somehow knew that I had just
given Amy permission to do whatever she wanted. It was the finality of
my inflection that spoke my true meaning. "Yes (you can)."
     I felt an electric jolt of fear and pleasure when Amy's hand came
to rest on my thigh. I closed my eyes and shut out the world. I felt
her hand leave then come to rest upon my vulva. 
     As my friend's fingers explored my vulva my whole body shook. I
tried to imagine that it was Mr. Levitz that I spread my legs open
for, but knowing that it was my friend that I was allowing such
liberties with made me feel better. The only thing that I could think
of when I imagined that Mr. Levitz was doing it was "What if he tried
to put it in me?" I realized that at least with Amy, my virginity was
safe.
     Amy's hand upon the inside of my knee encouraged me to open my
legs even farther. I felt ashamed at allowing myself to be in such a
lewdly exposed position, but when she ran her finger down the groove
in my panties, the pleasure pushed that emotion aside. It dawned on me
that Amy could have her pick of any boy in school, but she had never
had a boyfriend for as long as I had known her. Amy liked girls and I
came to the realization that I wasn't her first. 
     I felt her lie down next to me, then I felt her breath against my
cheek. I opened my eyes and we took each other's measure. I knew that
all that I had to do was to turn my head only slightly and Amy would
know that I didn't want her to kiss me. 
     Amy kissed me so tenderly, and in no time I was kissing her back.
She pulled up my nightie then slipped her hand inside my undies. I
arched my back, and her finger slipped between my wetness. What a
sensation! My brother Jason's fingers had explored all of me, but his
hands were rough and clumsy. Amy knew exactly where to go and what to
do with it when she got there. I felt what was going to be the most
powerful orgasm that I had ever had welling up and tried to hurry it
on, but Amy would have none of that.
     She whispered "Shhhhhh!" in my ear, the intonation told me to lie
still and enjoy the ride. I writhed and shuddered as Amy's finger
slipped inside me. It made me proud when her finger bumped up against
the limits of my hymen. I wasn't a slut I was a virgin! 
     Amy pushed down my panties and I helped her by lifting my butt
up. I felt the cool air conditioned air come against my wetness as she
peeled the covers back. She sat up then took my undies the rest of the
way off. Amy pulled at my nightie and I sat up so that she could take
it off. She moved on top of me and pressed her thigh into my crotch. I
bent my knee and pressed my leg into her. I was completely naked but
Amy still had every stitch on that she had come to bed with. We kissed
again then she moved down enough to take my nipples into her mouth one
at a time. That's when I had my first orgasm. My hips began to buck
which ground my puss into her leg. For the first time I felt that
connection between my nipples and my womanhood. I cried out lightly
and rode those waves of pleasure until it reached a crescendo. The
orgasm lasted... and lasted until my senses reached overload. I went
limp and the world blanked out for a moment.
     When I came back to reality Amy had lying between my legs with
her head was resting high up on my inner thigh. I felt her hot breath
play across my wetness.
     I had never imagined that another female would think of doing
what I knew was going to happen to next. The thought wasn't repulsive,
it just took me by complete surprise. Her arm was under my leg and
fingers began to gently tweak one of my nipples. The pleasure shot
down my body and centered itself between my legs. I clasped my hand
over hers, but she continued her ministrations. She pressed the palm
of her other hand over my puss then pressed in. I felt myself come
alive again under the pressure and the ever so slight movement of her
hand. 
     I forgot all about the fact that she meant to do other things
until I felt her tongue make contact with my button. When I moved,
Amy's tongue slid across the tip of it. I shuddered and her tongue
came into contact with it once again.
     I couldn't believe how incredibly sensitive that part of me had
become. It was almost too much. I willed my body to be still then
waited for her to begin licking me. Her tongue stayed in the same
position forcing me to rock my hips and myself into her. My button
brushed against her tongue and sheer electric pleasure shot through my
body. Amy moved her tongue downwards then she pressed in slightly then
upwards, stretching my button upwards. I felt it slip on it's own
power across her tongue then pop past. I moaned and waited, but
nothing happened. When I was ready I rotated myself downward, making
my button stretch against her tongue. 
     I wish that I could better describe the pleasure and the
desperation that I felt, when I realized that I was going to have to
do all the work myself. What depths of depravity does it take for a
girl to masturbate herself against another girl's tongue? Doing what
she wanted me to do was an admission that I played with myself and
that's a very private thing. My modesty was no match for my pent up
emotions and so I did it. I began to writhe against Amy's stiffened
tongue and a whole new world of pleasure opened up before me. Amy
placed her hands on my hips and guided me into the motion that she
wanted me to make which was to press my button into her tongue and let
it slip across the elasticity of our mutual contact, then pop free.
     That's about the best that I can describe it. It was like
flicking her tongue upwards across my clit, but it was me doing all
the motion. Imagine knowing that you were going to feel almost
unbearable pleasure as your clit slipped right to the point of no
return, then knowing that you were going to have to make that final
little movement in order for it to happen. The suspense was a killer.
I had to prepare myself then make that little push. Right after that
Amy would push her tongue right back into the same place. 
     For a full ten minutes I was compelled to do it over and over
again until finally I lost control. My quivering body made my button
dance across her tongue. When I began to climax Amy sucked it into her
mouth and suckled me like a baby.
     When I opened my eyes Amy was lying next to me. I couldn't bear
to look into her eyes, but she turned my head and made me do it. 
     Amy guided my hand to her breast, signaling that it was my turn
to return the favor. Realization of what was expected of me hit home
with a vengeance, but I knew that if I didn't what she wanted it would
be the end of our friendship. I began to fondle her breasts then I
moved my hand lower. The only initiative that I took was to eventually
slip my hand into her panties. Amy lifted her hips off the ground
indicating that she wanted me to take off her panties. Once I had them
off she sat up so that I could pull her nightie off over her head. She
lay back and guided my mouth to her breast. After a while I felt her
pressing me downwards.......
     I don't really know why, but I couldn't make myself go any
farther down than Amy's belly button. She let out a quiet moan of
frustration then sat up and pulled me beside her. She had me lay on my
back then straddled my body facing my feet. I watched the dark shape
of her naked body loom over my face. She gently pressed herself into
my face. My nostrils took in her aroma and I felt her wetness against
my nose and cheeks. 
     I guess all that I needed was a nudge in the right direction. I
just didn't have the confidence to do it myself. I stuck out my tongue
so that she could do like I had done but that wasn't what she wanted. 
     I was surprised at the taste of her. I had tasted myself on more
than one occasion but I guess the salty taste of my finger made it
taste different. I had never really gotten all that wet by myself
either.
     Amy was wet. She got wetter as my saliva and her juices mixed.
When my tongue reached her opening she pressed herself upon me. I dug
my tongue deep into her until the tip brushed against her hymen. When
she was sure that I knew that her virginity was as intact as mine, she
moved so that I could concentrate on her button. It took a while for
Amy to reach her climax. My poor tongue ached but I didn't stop until
she came. 
     After about a minute Amy climbed off from on top of me. She gave
me a long passionate kiss then had me roll onto my side facing away
from her. She wrapped her arm around me and snuggled in from behind.
As I lay there trapped in Amy's embrace, I came to the realization
that I was her conquest. 
     The next morning Amy acted like nothing had ever happened between
the two of us. As a matter of fact she had even gotten up sometime
during the night and put her nightgown back on. After a quick
breakfast, Amy and her father took me back home. I got the distinct
impression that she couldn't wait to be rid of me. My suspicions were
proved right at school. Amy never rejected me, but she soon had
another friend to work on.
     I felt so used, and so very lonely. About a week later Claudia
McLeod one of Amy's friends invited me over to stay the night. I
accepted her invitation knowing full well what was going to happen.
     About a year ago my husband bought a fountain to go into our back
yard. I hadn't seen what it looked like until it was delivered to our
house. Yeah, you guessed it. It was a fountain statue of a little boy
peeing into the pool of water down below. Now whenever I pass by that
statue I think of what happened that night with Amy and I.

     THE END 

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