Some Stories

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2ND STORY

This is another true story told to me.


PART 1

This is kind of a story about how I discovered the joys of sex, or to be precise, sexual pleasure, because it's definately more about the pleasure than the act of procreation. I'm just an ordinary Singaporean girl, with the strict upbringing that comes from a typically stable, if boring, family. If you have to know how I look like, I'm tall and slim with big eyes. That's it. I don't have much of anything, except a big appetite for sexual pleasure. But let's not talk about that now, got to save the best for the last you know?


My first foray into sexual pleasure began when I enrolled into a polytechnic. Sure, during secondary school we girls compared bust sizes, discussed relationships and giggled about penises. But nothing serious, I didn't even know what masturbation was then. I was a netball girl, so in poly naturally I joined the club. Poly was kind of an eye opener. It was like... kids trying to behave like adults but failing. I suppose when you can finally dress up everyday, skip lectures and make far more noise than you ever could in secondary school, you just let your hair down and go crazy. Or maybe I was too innocent and sheltered, I dont know.


Anyway, along with the other freshies we were initiated into the netball club with a lot of fun activites and silly games. As usual with sportsmen, or rather sportswomen, there were the "butches", the hot ones every guy would slivate at, the serious ones who ate, lived and breathed netball and everybody else. Little did I know there was actually another kind. I wouldn't call them lesbians, they didn't target females exclusively. I would call them sexually repressed. Or depressed, or whatever. Here's how I got involved with one, and that was the start of my own sexual awakening.


Every time after practice we showered in the toilets, and in case you're wondering female toilet habits are just like guys. There are those who cover themselves up completely in and out of the cubicles. And there are those who let every bit hang out. I know guys don't usually talk about their muscles or dick size amongst themselves, it's gay. But not for girls. We can compare every bit about ourselves with each other and not be bitchy about it. Ok, maybe occassionally someone gets offended, but don't forget the focus is not on ourselves, it's often on being pretty for someone else. We can chat about hairstyling, make-up, fashion, grooming etc for quite a while. And yes, in case you guys are wondering that's usually why we take so long, we're not doing anything FUNNY.


Anyway, as time went by I got close to one of the senior netballers. She had a really fantastic figure with killer looks, the sort that always attracted attention wherever she went to, whether to the canteen or the library. However, she also sort of extruded an aura of sadness. She often seemed most sad after using her mobile. On one occassion I bumped into her and she actually took me aside so she could cry on my shoulder. I was very surprised but I simply hugged and comforted her as best I could. It was a couple of days later that she confided to me her relationship problems. Basically her boyfriend was becoming meaner and meaner to her, plus seeing another girl, and she was very upset, but girls being girls, it's not easy to break off the emotional attachments that have grown. Don't ask why the jerks get all the pretty ones, it may sound cliche but so far in my short life beauty can either be a blessing or a curse.


To cut a long story short, I became her emotional crutch temporarily. It was a difficult period, but eventually she broke up with him. Many days were spent loitering around void decks, walking around shopping malls, sitting down at MacDonald's, lying down listlessly on park benches before that happened though. I still kept in touch with my other friends but I became especially close to her, and she to me. One weekend she invited me to spend the day at her place, and so we did. We sat on her bed and talked about a lot of things, and though I was embarrassed initially, I was very interested when she described how she made love with her former boyfriend.


I was fantasizing as she continued her description, when suddenly I realised her face was very close to mine. Before I could react, she leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth! My very first kiss! It wasn't an aggressive kiss, it was a soft gentle one that made me shiver. She broke it and looked at me before kissing me again. This time she was more aggresive, and when I tried to pull back she cuddled my head and frenched me. I wanted to fight back but I didn't, the soft feminine scent of her and the sweetness of her breathe actually made me want more. I didn't know what to do, but she obviously did. As she frenched me she pushed me down on my back and lay on top of me...

[Bangster]

This is fucking fantastic writing.

In 1 page, we have 6 long posts by TS, this is serious!

UPPZZZ!!!

[dromedary]

You are a good story teller. Thanks.

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PART 2


I felt her full weight thrust upon me and strangely it felt good. It's that wonderful feeling one gets when someone dear is already in such close proximity to you, yet wants to get even closer. Her eyes were closed as she continued to french me, and I felt as though she was drinking out of me, as though she was desparately drawing much-needed strength that had been drained out from all the turmoil of the past few weeks. And as she tasted and drank more of me, I was more than happy to give it all to her.


She broke the kiss and we stared at each other. Her face was flushed, and mine probably was as well. Suddenly she grabbed me in a bear hug, trapping my arms, and starting necking me. It felt ticklish and I wanted to push her away, but my arms were stuck. She stopped and asked me how I felt. I was confused and simply replied without thinking that it felt great. She smiled and looked me up and down slowly. As she gazed, I could actually feel the raw passion of her desire bearing down on me. And when her eyes locked with mine once more, instinctively alarms bells went ringing throughout my head. I fought the urge to run however, and held her gaze. She then laid beside me, leaned forward, close to my ear, and whispered how much she loved my long legs, how she wished she was my height. As she did so she reached a hand down to stroke my thighs. I gasped, both at her words and actions, and wanted to jerk away and brush her hands off, but I didn't. I watched, memerized, as she continue carassing me. Again, she used her other arm to grab and french me as her hand reached higher towards my hidden places. I closed my legs together, but there was still a gap in between where they don't meet, and she deftly inserted a hand there and pressed it against my shorts.


I squirmed and pressed my legs together even harder to push her hand out, but that only made her press harder. And that was the first time I became sexually aroused. Some girls may take a long time, but for me it happened fast and hard. My nipples grew erect and kept brushing against my bra. My hidden places swelled up as well and to my embarassment there was a feeling of wetness. A hot flush quickly crept up to my neck and face, until finally I could bear it no longer and roughly pushed my dear friend away. My breathing came in gasps and pants and I started fluttering my hands around my face and neck, making silly clucking noises whilst trying to dissipate the incredible heat. I must've looked very comical, like a crazy chicken. My friend gave me a bemused look as she peeped up from the side of the bed, and that was I realised I had accidentally pushed her right off! I quickly apologised and we sat together once more.


Thanks to my rash action, the mood was already gone and we were back to normal. However, she did ask me seriously if I was offended in any way. I was more shocked than anything else, and frankly being aroused for the first time was just so amazing, so I simply told her if she wanted to do something like that at least tell me beforehand. She gave me a sultry look and invited me to do it again at a later date. I gasped and nodded. We said goodbye soon after, and as I headed home my mind was a blur of thoughts. That night I didn't send my usual smses to her, and we didn't chat online either. My emotions were at an all time high, leaving me sleepless. I had no idea what was going on, but I didn't want to ask too many questions, and I had no one to ask without risking ridicule anyway. My haughty morals told me somewhere somehow it wasn't right to make out like that with another girl, but then again this was a girl who was currently my closest companion and she definately wouldn't hurt me. Why take a chance with some unknown guy? If he didn't know anything we wouldn't have a great time, and if he did, he was a player, and I was not going to be played like my poor friend. In the end, I drifted off, exhausted, but decided to remember the dear feelings I had for her, and brushed off her behaviour as simply realising stress. It was decision that would open up a whole new world to me in the days to come.