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Awakenings

So, there we were sitting on the couch. She was a girl I had just met a few weeks earlier at church. We were young, 18 and 19 years old, and didn't really understand what it was to be in love. I guess I really was (and am) really nieve. She stood a bit taller than me and had full breast. I'm what you might call a late bloomer. I'm smaller but I've been discovering that my breast are very sensitive to the touch. I really hadn't given sex much thought. But, it was becoming obvious that Heather had. Little did I know what she had thought about.

There really wasn't anything on the TV. So, we were talking and just being girls. I hadn't really thought about it, but we were alone in the house with nothing much to do. It was just one of those days that young minds wonder off and start to get into trouble. I was kinda surprised when Heather put her hand on my knee. It fealt good to be touched, I just didn't understand how good things were about to become.

Heathers hand started to feel my thigh a little when she leaned over to me and laid her head down onto my breast. I went on ahead and started to stroke her hair when I fealt her hand move up to my right breast. Instantly, a feeling of passion over came me. I started to breath heavier and fealt total excitment overcome my thoughts. It scared me in a way to feel like this about my girlfriend. I didn't really know what to expect or what to do. But, I knew just how good it fealt feeling her hand gently touching my nipple like that. It was everything I could do from begging her to kiss it.

I fealt a certain feeling deap inside me that I had never fealt before. My stomach was starting to feel tense. My legs fealt weak. And, my mind was twirling around becoming increasingy more confused. Then, her hand gently reached under the bottom of my shirt, touching my breast as if she knew exactly what she was doing. Her fingers touched my erect nipple, rolling it between her expert fingers. I must have been breathing really deap by now. Cause, she looked up at me and smiled seductively. It was everything I could do from exploding right then and there. Her hand now cupped my breast and squeezed it gently like only a girl knows how to do. It fealt magnificently.

My shorts were, by now, becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I begged her to let me take them off. But, instead she moved in front of me and slowly un-snapped them and then slid them down as I lifted my hips for her. Oh God! It fealt great getting out of them. Her hand started playing with my panties as she looked back up at my, our eyes meeting. Her smile said it all. And, her tongue spoke millions. I had never fealt someone like this before. So, I had no idea what it was that was about to happen. Her tongue touched my clit. The feelings that were quickly overcoming me were the strongest that I had ever experienced before. It was amazing.

She played with my clit, circling it and rubbing it with her tongue. She touched the folds of my pussy with her fingers. And then, Heather took me to pleasures I had never dreamed possible. She inserted a finger carefully inside my pussy. My wetness was incredible. I couldn't believe how good it fealt to have her finger inside me like that. She rubbed my clit and licked it and brought me to a point that I just couldn't take it any longer. I collapsed and let go of myself. My legs throbbed as every muscle in my body tightened. And then, release.

My nipples stood straight out, harder than I ever knew they could be. I remember looking at them. They were a bright red, swollen and full of desires. My nipples are normally very small. So, seeing them like this surprised me. I knew I liked being like this, a lot!

I don't know if I should have allow myself to experience such passion like that. But, I knew I wanted more. I knew I liked how it fealt. I knew I liked how much I wanted to experience more. I wanted to feel her breast and to make love to her. Perhaps I may tell you about that much more in another letter at another time.

Samantha

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