It was the beginning of my last summer before going off to college. I had just graduated from high school and was a little fearful of what was going to happen in the next chapter of my life. My name is Shelia Greensworth, Shelly for short, from a medium size town in the Midwest. I was somewhat of a nerdy girl in school, but had a lot of friends that span the spectrum of the high school social classes. I also did all the typical high school activities; I went to all the dances, played several sports and joined the right clubs. I also had several boyfriends through high school, mainly to satisfy my parents, but none of them were serious and the furthest I ever went with a boy sexually was a hand job.
I just didn’t have any desire to have sex with boys. Don’t get me wrong, I like boys, they were fun to be around and it was confronting to be enveloped in the their strong arms, but I never got that strong desire for a boy, you know the desire that you had to be with that certain guy or you were going to die. But I did have that strong desire for one person and that was my best friend Amanda.
Amanda and I have known each other most of our lives. She knew almost everything about me, except for my hidden desire for her. She knew that I wasn’t into boys all that much, and would tell me that I hadn’t met the right one. She would always tell me that I would meet that right person and would be totally consumed by him. She was right that I would find that right person, the only thing it wasn’t a guy and I didn’t know if I would ever be able to confess my true feelings to her.
Like me, Amanda was a little nerdy, but she had decided to do the typical popular things in high school. She was a cheerleader and unlike me, she joined the social clubs, while I joined the chess club and science club. We were also virgins, but she wanted to give herself to a boy she knew she loved, and not to someone she thought she loved. I on the other hand didn’t know what I wanted.
She had several boyfriends during our high school years, but none them understood the reason she wouldn’t let them fuck her. It was hard for her to stay true to her values, there were quite a few nights she would either call me or run over to my house crying, because her boyfriend at that time had either broken up with her or they had gotten in a fight over her values, but I would continue to remind her, “The one who understands your convictions will be the one that you will marry.”
I do have one confession to make; I did like it when her convictions caused problems in her relationships. When she would come over to my house, it would give me the opportunity to hold her and feel the warmth of her body next to mine. I loved the way she smelled; her fragrance was completely intoxicating. We would go into my room and lay together, holding each other. I would console her, caress her, and allow her to cry until she felt better. Every time she would tell me that was her rock, that she always felt better about her morels after we had talked and that she was very happy to have a friend like me.
But after she would leave, I would run back to my room, lock the door, strip naked and lay in same spot she had laid earlier. I would allow her aroma to surround me and envelop me. Usually I would fantasize about the way I had caressed her body using my own hands in the same stroke that I used when I consoled her and then play with my pussy until I had came several times. Then I would lay there and smell both of our aromas, my sex and her fragrance, and fall into blissful sleep.
A couple of days after graduation I was hanging around the outside my house, enjoying the morning air. My parents owned a beautiful house that sat on a couple of acres. My favorite place was this old oak tree that had a beautiful canopy to sit under. I could spend an entire day away under it, sometimes reading book, or deciding what to do about a certain situation I had to deal with, or just think about Amanda and the way she had looked at me or held me. Sometimes I would end up masturbating under this tree, either by putting my hands in my shorts or under my skirt, and fantasize how it would be to make love to Amanda.
This oak tree was also a special place for Amanda and me. When she would spend the night, my father would setup a tent for us with lights that were strung on the lowest branches to make it our own magical place, where no one could hurt us. As little girls we would play games under this tree, like house or other silly games. It was our little wonderland, our secret spot in the world that only very few people knew about.
As we grew up and became women, sometimes we would do the silly girl stuff under this tree; like teaching each new ways to kiss and show each other new thing about our bodies. We would still spend the night out under this tree, sometimes completely naked, enjoying the night air as it washed over our bodies, discovering new sensations and how our bodies reacted to them.
One of these nights, when we were in our late teens, we were lying naked around the stars, a slight breeze was blowing, causing the leaves in the tree to wrestle slightly. As the air flowed around, it made contact with our naked bodies, causing our nipples to become erect and it also was giving us a new sensation between our legs.
I noticed that Amanda had her eyes closed as she laid there enjoying these new sensations. She had her legs slightly open and had one hand rubbing the area below her belly button. I wanted to know what she was feeling, so I began to imitate her. It felt very good, almost sinful as the air swirled around my private area causing my clit to become stimulated, but unlike Amanda I kept my eyes open so I could see what she was doing.
I watched as her hand traveled further down stomach until her fingers disappear between her legs. ‘Oh my god, she is touching herself,’ I thought to myself as I become more curious to discover what she was feeling.
I decided I had to find out for myself and I pushed my hand further down my stomach until I touched my swollen clit. I discovered that it was protruding out from its little hooded area and each time I touched it shots of pleasure and pain coursed through my body. I also discovered that the more touched it the wetter I became and the more pleasure I was feeling.
I then looked over at Amanda and noticed that her hand was moving faster between her legs and moving in different direction. I could hear her moan as she continued to play with herself and with her other hand she was massaging her still small breast. I began to do what she was doing and realized that something was going happen very soon, but I didn’t know or understand what pleasure I about to discover.
Then suddenly I heard Amanda’s moans turned to grunts as her body stiffened and her torso rose off the ground. At the same time I noticed at her eyes had opened and I watched as her eyes rolled back into head. Then I saw her mouth open, but no sound come out, just heavy breathing as her stomach rolled as her first orgasm consumed her body.
Not more than a second later I begin to feel an intense sensation that began in my toes and quickly washed though my stomach to my head. Everything went dark with sparkling flashes in my eyes and I could hear nothing except for my heart beat that let me know that I was still alive. Then everything went black.
As I came to I noticed that I had moved my forehead to the nook of her armpit and Amanda moved her arm around me in a warm embrace. I had a strong desire to roll my body completely on to her, as my pussy continued to throb and my body tingled as my first orgasm subsided.
We had just experienced our first orgasms, together, and I think that was the time that realized I had strong feelings for her. I remember as I watched her in the throes of her first orgasm that I wanted so much to kiss her and hold her as she came. But being so young and not really understanding what we were doing, I had to settle for the warm feel of her body and the knowledge that I wanted to be more then friends with her, that I wanted her to be my partner in life.
That night we fell asleep in each other’s arm and woke that next morning to new sexual awakening that we wanted to explode. There were many more evenings like that night where she and I masturbated together discovering how bodies worked and discussing what felt good and what didn’t.
We continued our exploration until we started our senior a year in high school. We didn’t stop getting to together; it was that Amanda’s priorities changed. She discovered that boys were more than stupid animals, but people who she wanted to be with. I to discover that boy could be interesting, but I still knew that I wanted to be with Amanda and kept it my secret until the appropriate time that would allow my secret to be revealed.