Donna and her best friend, Susan, were both barely sixteen when they became lovers. They had grown up together, almost like sisters, and had only gradually become aware of their budding sexuality, without ever really talking about it. Neither could put a label on her feelings for the other. They were close friends and it felt good - that was all that mattered.
Donna's parents had gone away for the weekend and she was sent to stay at Susan's house. There was a spare bedroom available, but the girls preferred to sleep together, as they had often done in the past.
Donna felt different that night, as she snuggled up to her friend. Susan was lying on her side, with her back turned to her, but she sensed she felt it too. They had almost been nervous about getting into bed together and Susan had passed several lighthearted remarks about her friend keeping her hands to herself.
Donna made the first move, almost unconsciously, gently slipping an arm around Susan's waist and cuddling up tightly against her, burying her face in her raven black curls. The other girl responded by sighing softly and shifting against her. Her ass pressed pleasantly against Donna's mound, stirring a kind of heat that was becoming increasingly familiar.
Donna's hand crept gradually down along her belly and up under her lemon tee shirt. Susan's skin was warm and silky. Donna inched her tee shirt up along her body, until the bumps of her small breasts were bare. She knew her friend enjoyed her touching them and especially squeezing the nipples. Donna now did this for her and she purred that that was nice. There was something else she enjoyed too - something Donna was even more tempted by. She slipped her free hand between Susan's legs, from behind, and squeezed the mound of her pussy through the thin cotton of her panties. When her friend responded enthusiastically, she grew bolder, slipping a finger under the gusset of her underwear.
"Put your finger in my cunt!” Susan panted. "Ohhhhh…, that feels good! Push it deeper, like you’re fucking me!"
The teens had touched each other's pussies before, but always tentatively, as though scared of what might happen. A few weeks earlier, Susan had admitted that she liked to penetrate herself with her finger, when she was wet. Sometimes, when she was really horny, she managed to stuff three fingers in there. Lying on her bed that night, her panties stretched between her knees, Donna had tried it for herself. Her friend was right. A finger probing deep in her pussy felt truly exquisite.
Donna pleasured her friend with her finger for several minutes, until Susan suggested they both take their clothes off and do it to each other. Donna flung off her nightdress and unclasped her bra, while Susan pulled down her panties. The short, blonde girl was very well developed, her body stopping just short of plump. She and had been wearing a bra since she was nine. Susan envied her, wishing she herself didn't look so much resemble a pretty young boy with little girl titties.
When both girls were naked, they lay side by side and gently masturbated one another, moaning softly and occasionally giggling. They did not stop until their fingers grew tired. Donna then embraced her friend and kissed her softly on the lips. Susan resisted at first, then relented and kissed her back. Soon, they were exchanging tongues and exploring each other's bodies, with a hunger and curiosity they had never before experienced.
After that first delightful night, Donna realized she was passionately in love with her best friend. She had no misgivings about her sexuality, having long ago decided she preferred girls. She loved the word “lesbian” and was glad that she was one.
Unfortunately, Susan was less enthusiastic about embracing her sexuality. But that did not prevent a repeat performance the following night. On this occasion, Donna went a step further and planted a few brief kisses on her girlfriend's pussy. Many more nights were to pass, before Susan returned the compliment.
The passionate love affair continued for over three months. Then, Susan suddenly decided she wasn't gay after all and Donna lost both a lover and best friend. Once she decided she was 'normal', Susan wanted to forget all about what had happened between them. Donna was cut out of her life with a vengeance.
Donna went through a brief period of believing that she might be wrong. She even went out with a handsome guy she didn’t even like and allowed him to take her virginity. At least he could brag that he had screwed her, so nobody would think she was a lesbian.
But she was only fooling herself. Guys left her cold and losing her virginity was an experience she could only recall as being both degrading and extremely painful. She remained in love with Susan, even though she knew she had lost her forever. Five miserable months later, she met Belinda.
The red haired eighteen-year-old was strikingly attractive, with a slender body that was little short of perfect. Donna met her at a birthday party in a nightclub and fell in love, even before they had exchanged a word. She watched her on the dance floor, admiring the shape of her long legs and slender hips, sheathed in a minuscule red dress. Belinda was easily the sexiest girl in the entire room, yet she turned down any guy who asked her to dance, as did Donna. Could it be possible she's like me? the younger girl wondered. Shortly afterwards, Belinda caught her eye. Donna smiled and she smiled back. A heartbeat later, they were getting to know each other.
They left the club together, while the party was still in full swing, not caring what anybody might think.
"Have you got a ride home?" Donna asked, as they walked.
Belinda shook her head. "My place is only a short walk from here. We’ll be there in five minutes. You’re welcome to stay, if you want.”
“I should call my parents.”
“Okay. Tell them you’re staying with a friend.”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Positive. I live with my mom and she’s super-cool. What’s mine is yours and all that.”
“My folks are okay too,” Donna murmured, fishing her phone from her purse. “I’ll just call them and …”
“Tell them you’re staying with Belinda tonight.
Donna told her mother she was staying with Belinda tonight.
“She won’t worry now,” she said. “Can I ask you something, Belinda?”
“Anything.”
"How come you turned down every guy who asked you to dance tonight?"
"I could ask you the same question," Belinda replied. "But we both know the reason, don’t we?"
Donna did not trust herself to reply. Belinda took her hand and squeezed it tightly.
"I’m so glad you didn’t dance with some dickhead, just to look straight. I would have been crushed."
Donna blushed. "Was it that obvious?"
"You couldn't keep your eyes off me," Belinda replied gently. "I wanted to approach you sooner, but I was too scared. Can you imagine hitting on a girl you liked and finding out she was straight?”
Donna thought of Stacey. “I can imagine much worse than that. But what about your mom?"
Belinda smiled. "My mom reckons she knew I was a lesbian before I reached the age of four. I think she’s being perverted, but she should know.”
“Why?”
“Well, she’s my gay idol. She brought me out of the closet and taught me everything I know.”
“Your mom is a lesbian?”
“Yeah. My mom is a hardcore pussy hound. But don’t worry. She doesn’t have a shaved head or wear a boiler suit. She actually looks quite normal.”
"You're kidding!" the younger girl cried, aghast.
"Come back to my house and find out," her new friend replied.
Belinda wasn’t joking. Her mother welcomed Donna warmly and made snacks for them both. Judith was in her late-thirties and it was easy to see where Belinda's exceptional looks came from. She actually invited Donna to stay the night, even before her daughter got around to suggesting it. The sixteen-year-old accepted the offer without hesitation, visibly excited by the prospect of sleeping with Belinda.
Belinda's mom sat with the two girls and talked into the early hours of the morning. Donna was shocked by her openness about her own sexuality.
“Belinda was conceived during a drunken orgy,” she said. “Don’t look so shocked. She already knows the story. The one and only time in my life I tried a cock that wasn’t made of rubber, I got pregnant. The funny thing is…” She glanced at Belinda. “Do you mind if I tell her this, babe?”
Belinda shrugged. “Go ahead, mom.”
“The man who got me pregnant was my own brother. There’s a history of incest in our family.”
“You had sex with your brother?” Donna exclaimed.
Judith nodded. “He was the only straight guy there. Well, I say straight. He’s actually bi. My uncle was there with a couple of his friends, but they weren’t going to make any babies, if you know what I mean.”
“You mean they were gay?”
“Unfortunately, yes. We had five women and four men and three of the men just wanted to suck each other’s cocks. My brother worked hard that night.”
“Enough, mom!” Belinda cried. “Donna comes from a normal family. She doesn’t need to hear all the gory details.”
“I guess my family is kinda straitlaced,” the shocked teen murmured.
“So are mine, most of the time” Judith told her. “It’s not like we have an orgy every time we get together. My brother – Belinda’s dad – is a happily married family man with two teenage daughters. As for me, I’m in a loving relationship with a very hot lady cop. She and Belinda get on very well together, don't you, baby?"
Belinda giggled and snuggled up to Donna on the couch. "The first time I met Margot, I wanted her for myself."
Her mother smiled. "You still do, you little slut. I haven't forgotten that morning you brought us breakfast in bed and crawled in between the two of us, wearing nothing under your tee shirt. The way you were rubbing yourself off Margot was shameless.
Belinda blushed. “Please, mom! I was just being nice.”
“I know.
