One of my earliest erotic experiences was with a girl.

My all-girls school took us swimming fortnightly; a bus load of hormonal, 16-year-old girls. Getting wet together was nothing new for us. Back when we had the old changing blocks at school, we'd all shower together in the open, communal shower block after playing hockey. As no individual cubicles were available and no modesty was spared, we stole lingering side glances of each other's bodies. A room full of teenage tits released from their bra-lets; we were all sizes, ranging from the perky, perfectly formed B cups with pointy pink nipples, to the hanging udders and huge areola of the well-developed girls.

We'd self-consciously hung our towels up as we entered the small, steamy shower area, which held about six of us at any one time. So there was always a queue. We got soaped up. We were often mischievous. And we were always playful. It was very hard not to stare or make physical contact with the other girls, as our teacher watched over us, making sure we didn't just run through the shower block to avoid the exposure of the communal showers. Miss Springer always said this was important after-game bonding time. So I took that at face value and never hurried too much, because I got to shower with the other girls as they passed through.

Despite feeling self-conscious, I'd always look forward to showers after netball or hockey. I found it so exciting to feel other girls' wet skin sliding against mine; we were all arms in the showers. It made my pussy tingle every time. At that age, every part of my pussy was extremely sensitive and reactive, even to just the feel of my panties as I pulled them on when I got dressed. After, as I walked home from school, I could feel my wet, swollen pussy lips teasingly rub together as I walked, each step sensually rubbing my lips. My knickers were sticky and wet, keeping a trickle of pussy juice from dripping down my inner thigh.

After school, when homework was done, I would take off my skirt and blouse, slide into bed, and cuddle up to Cosmo, my large stuffed toy clown that was as big as I was. Entangling my smooth, slim legs amongst Cosmo's chunky, long stuffed legs, I'd move my hips and gyrate against him, applying pressure to my pussy with each circular grind of my pelvis, my clit swelling with every stroke. I'd cream my panties within a minute or two. Thick white cum oozing into my gusset as I vividly replayed the shower I'd shared with all the girls earlier in my fantasies.

I've loved tits since I could remember. I'd devour the back pages of trashy red-top tabloids, looking for all the sex line ads, the grainy pictures of busty blondes enticing you to call for £1 a minute. I never called, but I loved the cheapness and sleaze of these naughty sluts selling their wares down the phone line. Smiling, perky Page Three stunners in white lace open-breasted basques posed with their huge naturals proudly exposed. I devoured them, along with sleazy trash sex stories that involved illicit women and high-powered, shady men. It was my porn, and I consumed it hungrily, whenever I could. I always inevitably slipped into bed in nothing but my little white panties, rubbing my pussy against Cosmo, always cumming hard and trying to be quiet about it as my parents were downstairs in the room directly below.

So when we all got to go swimming together at my school, my nipples hardened at the thought, and I felt that familiar tingle in my sensitive pussy, a sensitivity so strong that it made just sitting down difficult as I daydreamed about the girls in my class in their bikinis and swimsuits.

Miss Springer also reported with glee that there were no communal showers at the pool; there were individual cubicles and changing rooms available. Although we'd have to double up and have two to a cubicle, given how many of us there were.

It was in one of these cubicles with Kelly that I had my first experience of touching another girl's tits.

I'd known Kelly for all my life, pretty much. We had been close friends at some points, but our friendship ebbed and flowed over the years... until I'd seen her in the shower. I was then very interested. Kelly was an early developer compared to the rest of us, and watching her soap her immense, round, soft 36GG boobs was mesmerising. As I write this, she makes my pussy feel the same, familiar, intense tingle. My clit twitches at the memory of her pale skin contrasting with her dark pink areola. They were like little pizzas, with long, pointy nipples that continually stood to attention.

After the boring bit of having to do the swim, Kelly and I shared a changing cubicle, as I'd grabbed the last available one, and I was happy to share with her. The cubicle was compact, and forced us close enough to feel each other's breath on our damp, wet skin, causing it to goose-bump. Her nipples seemed ever perkier, as they protruded hard and strained against the thin, taut layer of her swimsuit. I couldn't help but stare. Her heavy cleavage was deep, glistening under the changing room light, and rising and falling with her breathy talking. Her tits were so big that the straps of her swimsuit strained, but couldn't contain the sheer volume of side boob that you couldn't help but notice. If it wasn't for the tight elasticity of her swimsuit, her giant tits would have spilled out everywhere.

As Kelly turned around and bent over to get something from her bag, this revealed her shapely arse, slim waist, and thick thighs. She was a classic hourglass, but was blessed with a lot of extra tit that stood out defying gravity, rather than sagging. And these were what I was interested in. I imagined her tits dressed up in a delicate, white lace bra just like I'd seen in the back pages of the newspapers. Or I imagined her in a little see-through negligee, with white lace-top stockings and no panties. Lost in my reverie, she stood up straight and turned around to face me in the cramped cubicle. She smiled wide as her huge tits sat comfortably between us, pushed up against my modest C cups. Their weight consumed me as she breathed.

The sight of her and the feel of her body pressed up against mine in that tiny changing room, our bodies wet, hair slicked back, all that stopped our flesh from touching was a straining, thin layer of nylon. Every part of my body felt a flash of heat course through my veins, and I could taste her breath as she told me how much she'd enjoyed our communal showers, and the attention I'd paid her with my long, needy looks as she soaped her lithe body in front of me. Tease. My mouth was dry, and I was stuck for words. All I could feel were those giant tits pressed up against mine, and I was unable to take my eyes off them.

Kelly smiled as she moved her face closer to mine, her dazzling blue eyes dancing as she advanced towards me. Just when I thought she was going to kiss me, her full lips momentarily brushed mine, then briefly skimmed along the side of my face until I felt her breath in my ear. "All those shower times after hockey or netball that we've been naked together, it's been all watch and no touch. And I've desperately wanted you to touch me."

Her fingers wandered up the front of her thighs, meeting at the top to circle her mound, drawing my eyes to her pussy. Even now, that thought makes me lick my lips. I watched as her fingers traced up her abdomen, and finally, slowly, over her hard nipples. She tweaked them between her thumbs and forefingers, teasing them harder whilst not breaking eye contact with me.

Lost for words, all I knew to instinctively do was trace my fingers where hers had been, starting from the front of her thighs, all the way to the top until I discovered her pussy. My fingers lightly lingered and teased, and she squirmed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, as her breath quickened. I smiled as my fingers continued up her torso and over her ribs until I met her bulbous, weighty tits. I paused to look at her.

Kelly looked at me, her eyes twinkling, the corner of her mouth raising a suppressed smile. My heart was beating so hard in my chest, I was convinced she could hear it. I had never touched another girl's tits before. My chest felt tight, and I felt nervous. The most I'd done until then was fuck a couple of boys, and humped on Cosmo over pictures of women that had tits like Kelly's.

We were so close, our tits touching, and our thighs started to tease each other, occasionally intertwining. I could feel her sweet breath on my face. I tilted my head and moved in to kiss her, my almost animalistic desire for her full lips on mine took me over. And then she stopped me.

"No, we're not kissing. I just want you to peel this swimsuit off of me so I can go for a shower". I paused, stunned, processing what I'd just heard. No kissing. She didn't want that intimacy. She wanted raw sexual energy. I managed to utter an "Uh-huh" as she took my hands in hers and guided me to the straps on her shoulders.

Silently, as her hands dropped to her sides, I slipped my fingers under her straps and very slowly peeled it off her shoulders. She didn't break eye contact with me once, and I couldn't take my eyes off her cleavage.

Heart thudding, and pussy throbbing, I slowly and gently pulled the straps off her shoulders and slid them down her arms, which pushed her magnificent titties together, as they struggled to be contained. I paused just before revealing Kelly's areola. I traced my fingers over her large jugs, her skin soft but her tits firm and heavy. As I pulled the rest of her swimsuit down to release her udders, they wobbled, and I stopped at her waist so I could really take in the sight of her in this intimate, public, wet space.

Kelly stood there, proud of her tits, and I was spellbound. She let me play with them for a few minutes. I kneaded them in my hands, twisted her hard nipples, and caressed and weighed them with my hands. Her pink pizza areola were perfectly bumpy. I nearly came in my bikini bottoms at the feel of her, before then we heard Miss Springer call out for us to hurry up.

We both panicked a little bit, brought back into a harsh reality by the call of our teacher. Kelly said she needed to get her shower, and with half of her swimsuit peeled off, she asked me to take it off her completely. I gladly did, the cold, wet material clung to her as I rolled it down over her slim waist and over her hips. I wanted to make the most of my time with her, getting her naked before Miss Springer chased us again.

I got down on my knees and slowly peeled Kelly's swimsuit off her hips, rolling it down until it met the top of her mound. I paused to look up at her. She was a sight to behold; taut tummy, curvy hips, and swaying, buoyant, natural jugs looming over me. I gulped and then peeled the rest of her swimsuit over her curvy arse, peeling over her mound until I revealed her hairless pussy lips, glistening and sticky, just like mine.

Her swimsuit fell to her ankles, and I gazed up at a nude Kelly, my eyes darting between her tits and her pussy, which was eye level from being on my knees.

Brazenly, automatically, I brushed my lips against her pussy, but she took a small step back and told me she needed to go shower. And with that, she flicked her towel over her shoulder, unlocked the cubicle, and sashayed naked into the shower block, leaving me a horny, wet mess kneeling on the changing room floor.

This was one of the last times I'd had a sexy experience with another girl. There'd been one other before, but I'd never forget the naughty, experimental time I had with Kelly in that swimming pool changing room.