Syl’s First Girl-Love

"Syl fantasizes the remembrance of her emerging bi-sensuality."

Hi, I’m Syl. Back during the summer before my junior year in high school, I had just turned sixteen and gotten my driver’s license. I had no car of my own, but occasionally could borrow one from my parents.

My family belonged to the neighborhood summer swim club where I was on the swim team. There, I had met Bev who was also on the swim team. She was a few months older than me, and we had become very close friends. We attended different schools, so we saw each other a lot more in the summertime than during the school year. I attended a strict, private, Christian high-school; while she went to the local public high-school. During the summers, we were nearly inseparable.

When training or competing at the swim club we wore racer-back one-piece swimsuits. But when lounging or sunbathing we changed into bikinis. Her bikinis were always a little skimpier than mine, even though she had more curves to cover. Bev was always more daring than me and encouraging me to let loose a little more. She thought my Christian upbringing suppressed my ability to enjoy life. I thought she was just a little bit naughty; yet admired, and even envied, her playful free-spirit.

Although we often sunbathed outside on the lawn of the swim club, we preferred to go to the sandy Lake Michigan beaches, an hour-and-a-half away. Whenever we could borrow a car we headed to one of the beaches. Our favorite was at a state park with a beach, day-park, and campground. There is never enough parking and often you must park back by the campground and walk about a mile on a busy pathway along the road and river to Lake Michigan and its beach.

One mid-summer day, Bev and I were there together. We did a little swimming in the waves but mostly sunbathing. By late afternoon it was turning cloudy, but it was time to head home anyway. So, we prepared to leave. We stood up, got our cover-ups out of our bags, slipped them on over our shoulders covering our bikinis, put our beach towels in our bags, picked up our bags and began the long walk to the car.

Almost immediately, Bev interrupted, “I need to pee.” So, we detoured towards the beach changing room building. As we got there, rather than going into the ladies’ restroom, Bev opened the door to the large ‘family’ restroom and shower. She waved me inside with her and locked the door.

Never peeing; she challenged me, “If you will too, I am going to take off my bikini top, and walk back without it on under my cover-up.” As I hesitated to decide, she pressed the issue by taking off her cover-up and her bikini top, and smiled at me. Not wanting to appear to be too uptight, I did the same. We exchanged our tops, so we couldn’t chicken out, and put the other’s in our bag.

Then she surprised me by saying “Syl, you are so pretty. Your fair skin and pale pink nipples look so nice in contrast to your brown eyes and your very dark brown hair.” She smiled. I blushed.

Thinking I needed to reciprocate, I said “Bev, you’re pretty too. Your breasts are so nicely sized and shaped, and your nipples are so beautifully perky.” I blushed as I said it. Then she hugged me, skin to skin, breasts just touching breasts, and she kissed me on the cheek. Finally, the moment of embarrassment passed and we put on our cover-ups.

We left and walked along the long pathway towards the car. Bev’s nipples protruded, poking out against the fabric of her cover-up. Some guys, and a couple of girls, stared at her; but she didn’t seem to mind or be embarrassed. Timidly, I walked with my shoulders hunched forward so that my nipples showed little.

Twenty minutes later, when we arrived near the car we walked into the campground, went into a similar ‘family’ restroom, locked the door, and prepared to put our tops back on, before driving home. Taking off our cover-ups, she exclaimed “That was fun! Did you see those guys looking at us? I saw one adjust his cock with his hand.” She went on, “Thanks, Syl, for doing that with me. I’m glad you were bold enough to join me. I have wanted to do that for a long time, but was scared to do it alone.”

Then she hugged me again, more tightly this time, pressing her breasts to mine, and kissed me a peck on the lips. As she broke the hug, her hands fell and brushed along the outsides of my breasts. That surprised me but felt nice. We put our bikini tops back on and then our cover-ups and walked to the car.

On the drive home Bev asked softly, “Syl, did I scare you by hugging you and kissing you? I hope not. You are my best friend and I love you. I surely don’t want to scare you or hurt you. But, I didn’t know how else to show my affection for you.”

“It surprised me, Bev. Yet, I liked it. Really, I did. I liked it much more than I ever could have imagined. But, it’s kind of scary too. What if I am actually a lezzie? My parents tell me that lesbianism is evil. But it felt so nice.”

“Syl, it’s not evil to express affection to someone you love. I am pretty sure that I am not lez and you probably aren’t either. I like kissing guys and teasing their cocks too much to be a lezzie, but I think I am bi. I get aroused thinking of some girls, including you. I hope that doesn’t scare you, or hurt our friendship. If necessary to keep your friendship, I will behave straight around you; but I would rather you let me explore and express my feelings for you.”

“Bev, you are my best friend. Although you have surprised me, I trust you. I know you wouldn’t hurt me. And besides, I liked it. But please go slow, and let’s see if I catch up.”

A week-or-two later we were going to the beach again. This time when we parked the car by the campground Bev immediately headed right for the ‘family’ restroom. I thought that I knew what she was thinking. We went in and locked the door, then took off our cover ups and our bikini tops. When we were topless she hugged me tightly again and kissed me on the lips. After a moment, her lips parted slightly and her tongue probed between my lips. I yielded, and offered my tongue to meet hers. Without breaking the kiss she slid her hands downwards brushing my nipples with her thumbs and cupping the outer sides of my breasts with her fingers. Startled, I inhaled sharply, but didn’t stop her. Then I surprised myself by taking her hips in my hands and pulling her close, trapping her hands between us. As her thumbs diddled my nipples, I could feel my mound pressed against her. Then I slid my palms down onto her tushy. After a very long few minutes we broke apart. I was blushing, but feeling good. She bent her face down and gave each of my nipples a peck of a kiss. That made my face feverishly red, but I felt happy and a bit aroused.

Full of surprises, she then took off her bikini bottom too and standing there naked gave it to me. As I looked at her quizzically, she said, “You don’t have to, but I need to find out if I dare. It’s been an arousing fantasy since we were last here. I have ‘jilled’ to some wonderful O’s imagining it.” She put only her cover-up back on. I put both her top and bottom in my bag. As I quivered with indecision she softly smiled at me. “The sun is waiting,” she reminded me. Impulsively, I too took off my bottom and quickly gave it to her before I could change my mind. Her smile expanded as she looked at my nakedness. My face was flushed, but my pussy was dampening. I put my cover-up on and together we stepped out to walk the long path to the beach.

I was nervously anxious as we walked, wondering if people could realize that we were all but naked. However, Bev seemed confidant. She hummed a song as we walked as if nothing was unusual. She stood tall and allowed her perky nipples to again poke forward into the fabric of her cover-up. Again, she got some stares. Like last time, she didn’t seem to mind or be embarrassed.

I began to notice other girls in cover-ups, or summer dresses, and tried to determine whether or not they might be naked underneath. Usually, I couldn’t tell. A few clearly had underclothing on; but none clearly were naked underneath. That reassured me that others couldn’t tell that I was naked underneath. When I saw a girl, of whom I couldn’t tell, I began to imagine that she was naked underneath like us. It was an arousing fantasy and my nipples began to swell and, like Bev’s, poke forward into the fabric of my cover-up. It felt good, especially as the fabric rubbed across them as I moved, which in turn was even further arousing.

The arousal began to ease my anxiety and I started to enjoy this. I began to realize people were admiring me, as well as my curvy friend Bev. This became fun. My pussy continued to dampen. I hoped a wet spot wasn’t starting to show on my cover-up.

After a while, we arrived and went into the beach ‘family’ restroom. Fortunately, looking in the mirror, no wet spot had yet formed on my cover-up. I was glad it fit loosely flared, not riding against my damp pussy. None had formed on Bev’s either. So it seemed to me that no one had realized that, under our cover-ups, we were bottomless.

Yet I was sure, from the looks which our pokies had received, that some presumed underneath we were topless. But if they did, I was aroused enough that I no longer cared.

There in the ‘family’ restroom near the beach, we pulled off our cover-ups to put our bikinis back on.

I smiled, and nervously nodded okay. Bev knelt in front of me, put her palms on my tushy cheeks, and leaned in and kissed my mound. First just a peck, but when I didn’t pull away she followed with a warm and wet kiss. I moaned involuntarily. She took that as encouragement and lowered and kissed my pussy lips. Then she licked them, it felt wonderful. My feet and knees, taking on a mind of their own, twisted open and she licked me again with more pressure, slightly parting but not penetrating my lips. Then she stood and said, “Mmmm, Syl, that was so nice, thank you. I loved kissing you that way, and I think you liked it too. I smelled a whiff of your lady fragrance. I hope you will let me do it again.”

“I did like it,” I smiled. “It felt so much better that my own finger touching me, and it made me start to quiver. Maybe I am bi too. And, yes, you may do it again sometime.” We hugged. She caressed my tushy; and I, for the first time, caressed her breasts. We kissed passionately on the lips, our tongues dancing with each other. Then, we put on our bikinis and headed out into the sunshine.

As we lay in the sun, chatting about nothing, my thoughts turned to further curiosity. I wanted to leave early to return the ‘family’ restroom with some time to explore before needing to go home. I asked Bev, “May we leave the beach soon? I’ve been imagining you, as I lie here beside you, and think I might like some private time with you before we must go home.”

Bev jumped up, her breasts almost bouncing out of her bikini, “Sure, Syl. Let’s go!” And she grabbed her towel and bag, and smiled impatiently at me. I grabbed my stuff too, and off we went. Inside the door, after locking it, we stripped off each other’s bikini. We leaned into a tight standing embrace and passionate kiss. We pressed our bodies together, breast to breast and mound to mound. After a minute, she broke the embrace and sat on the bench. She patted the bench beside her, so I sat down on her right.

Our faces turned together and we kissed again. As we kissed, Bev’s left hand reached all the way across us and took my right hand and pulled it and placed it on her left breast, turning me towards her. Together we caressed her breast as her hand held mine there. When we broke the kiss, she put her right hand on my neck and guided my face to her right breast. Immediately, before my timidity could stop me, I kissed her near nipple while still caressing her far breast in my palm. Her nipple swelled as I kissed it, so I suckled it.

Her hand released mine, yet I continued to fondle her breast. I rolled her nipple between my forefinger and my thumb, and pinched it softly, and tugged it lightly. I continued to suckle one breast and caress the other for a long while. My pussy was really moistening as I did.

Eventually Bev put her hand back on mine. Again she guided my hand, now from her breast down to her pussy. She softly whispered, “Please, finger me, Syl. Do it like you do it to yourself.”

Still suckling her nipple, my fingertips lightly rubbed along her pussy lips, like I often begin when ‘jilling’ myself. Sensing my timidity, she took her forefingers and spread her outer lips, inviting my middle finger to ease inside and glide along her wet inner lips. I could smell her fragrance. She whispered “Go deeper, caress me from the inside.” My finger burrowed into her ‘gina. She moaned as my finger wiggled about. Again she whispered, “Curl up to my g-spot”. Then catching her breath “Put your thumb over my clit.” And then, “Massage them both.” I did as she asked. She began to quiver. “Keep going,” she begged. “Don’t stop.” I continued, and then she spasmed and orgasmed right there, with my finger inside her.

Catching her breath, Bev smiled and exclaimed, “Oh my gawd, Syl! You did it. You really did it. You just lady-fucked me all the way to an O. And I loved it! That was way nicer than any orgasm which I ever gave myself, and it was the first one anyone else ever gave me.” Truth-be-told, I loved it too. It was amazing to be able to do that for her, and then too her scent on my finger was delightful. She saw me sniffing it and laughed, “I bet it tastes good too!” So I licked my finger and smiled at her as I did. The taste was delectable, and I knew that it was a taste I would want to savor again and again.

“Now,” Bev insisted, “it’s your turn. Sit back and offer your pretty pussy to me. Earlier, I only got a sniff of your sexy scent, but it was enough to arouse me. Now, I want to taste you.” Anxious but eager to experience cunni for the first time, I slid my tushy to the forward edge of the bench and leaned back. Bev put her beach towel on the floor in front of me. She put her palms on my inner thighs and gently pushed them apart. I didn’t resist. Soon my knees and feet were spread wide. Bev knelt on her towel between my legs, eased in and kissed my pussy lips. Then she licked them bottom to top. With the tip of her tongue, she touched my hooded clitty.

“Syl, may I? I don’t want to scare you, but I want to try to pleasure you like I saw in a movie.” I moaned my assent. She took her fingertips and opened me and began licking along my inner lips. She wasn’t practiced and even gagged a bit, but she continued. As I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, her tongue seemed to glide more smoothly. Then suddenly, the tip of her tongue pressed into the entry of my ‘gina. Startled, I gasped in surprise. She pulled back, lifted her head and asked, “Wasn’t that okay?”

“It was a surprise, that’s all. But, it felt very good.”

“So, may I do it again?”

“Yes. Oh gawd yes. Whenever you want!”

Bev bowed her head again before me. Resumed licking along my lips. Soon she again opened me with her fingertips, and her tongue pushed into the entry of my ‘gina. She repeatedly probed. Easing out then pressing back in, little tongue fucks over and over. It felt almost too good to withstand. My breathing was speeding, as my breaths got shallower. It was so pleasurable, but I felt that I couldn’t take it much longer.

Hesitantly, between breathes, I whispered, “Bev.” I paused, and then continued, “Would you please … Umm … Kiss my clitty?” She pulled her tongue from my ‘gina, lifted her head and smiled at me, then bent back down. Her thumbs pushed back my hoody, and her puckered lips lightly kissed my clitty. It felt electric. Then her tongue began to lick the tip of it as her lips surrounded it. I began to rock myself towards her. Her licking morphed to suckling. I was moaning, my heart beating faster. I began to quiver. She continued. My legs thrashed in and out, sometimes closing on her head. But she continued. I jerked as I orgasmed, almost coming off of the bench. She began long soothing licking strokes between my inner lips. I was so wet now, that her tongue glided very smoothly. As I calmed, she slowed and then lifted her head. She smiled up at me. Her lips and nose all glistened with my moist joy.

“Syl, I love you!” she said. “I hope you enjoyed me doing that for you. I have wanted to all summer. Thank you so very much. And, by the way, you taste delicious!”

“Bev, I love you too,” I replied. “And, it’s I who should be thanking you. That felt wonderful. I’m glad it was you who was the first to ever give me a shared orgasm.” When we then kissed intimately again, I could taste myself on her lips and tongue.

By now it was getting late and we needed to rush home. Quickly, we cleaned up. We put our bikinis back on and then our cover-ups. We kissed yet once more before leaving the ‘family’ restroom. We stepped out and walked hand-in-hand along the long path right to the car without stopping at the campground building. Driving home, we reminisced about the day and assured each other of our love.

Epilogue:

What a day that was! I knew we would need to meet privately again soon. I wanted her to finger-fuck me as I had her, and I wanted to cunni her as she had me. I now knew that I was bi, and was happy about it. But, I would have to keep that hidden from my family, at least for a while.

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This is my third story. Your helpful comments would be appreciated.

After seeing my forum post, some of my Lush Stories chat friends had asked to hear more about this fantasy remembrance. So, this is primarily written to them.

My friendship and emotional intimacy with Bev was real and we often went to the beach together. We even played the topless, but not the bottomless, exhibitionism game under our cover-ups. But our physical intimacy in this story is a fantasy, although I now wish it had been true. I didn’t actually physically express my latent bisexuality until several years later. I was a late bloomer.

I haven’t seen Bev since we each went off to college, but I will never forget her: my first bi-crush. She has moved out-of-state, but I see a little news of her now-and-then on Face Book. (Perhaps, I should invite her to Lush Stories, and let her see this fantasy remembrance which I have of her.)