lesbo sex experience part4
by Porn Review Blogtold me that this was wrong, that this was a girl and I shouldn’t have those
thoughts about a girl. Then all of a sudden that was pushed away. Because I
read the next line.
She wanted to meet me. Alone. Some place private.
The next day I found another note with the time and the place. The woods at the
edge of town. That Friday night. That night I held the notes in one hand while
my other hand rubbed and clutched madly at my pussy. I smelled the perfume on
the paper and ran its surface over my naked chest and neck and shoved my mouth
hard against my bare, trembling shoulder until my hand finished its work and I
came. I fell asleep that way, the love letters in one hand, clutched to my small
breasts, the other hand tucked away inside my wet crotch.
And that was the way my older sister found me the next day.
She was astonished. She came into my room to wake me up and found me naked, I
had kicked off half my covers in the night. My hand was between my legs and
there was still a large wet spot on my sheets from what I had done to myself.
She closed the door quickly behind her. I turned bright red and almost began
crying until I realized she wasn’t mad at me, she was worried.
“Molly, what is going on?”
“Nothing, I just-”
“Save it. I’m not mad at you and I’m not going to tell mom or dad or anybody.
I’m just worried about you. I am your sister, you know.”
I hid the letters immediately, even though she had seen them. I still didn’t
want her to read them, though. “I was just uhm, you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” she said with smile. “And I do it too. You don’t need to feel
embarassed, Molly. A lot of girls do that. So what have you got there that’s
getting you so hot and bothered? Love letters?”
“Um, yeah, kinda.”
“Must have been pretty hot. Who is he?”
“No ‘he’,” I said before I even realized what I had done.
“No ‘he’, huh? What, is it several guys? Let me guess, you’re dating the whole
basketball team, right?”
I blushed and tried to hide my face and not look at my sister.
“C’mon, who is he?”
“It’s not a he,” I said. This time I knew exactly what I was doing. I had to
tell somebody, finally.
“C’mon, if it’s not a he then-” she broke off, a look of suprise filling her
face. “Oh my god, it’s,” now she went to a whisper, “a girl?”
“Yes.”
“Oh god, Molly, a girl? You’re gay?”
“Yes. Don’t tell anybody, please. Mom and dad would kill me. I-” I broke off
and started to cry. The next thing I know, she had her arms around me.
“Don’t cry, okay? I won’t tell anybody. How long have you know you were,
y’know, that way?”
Through my sniffling, I said, “I don’t know. A long time.”
“God, Molly. You kept this to yourself? No wonder you’ve been such a wreck.”
“Yeah, you’re the first person I’ve told.”
…End of the part4. To be continued..