My first time…

My first time with a girl was a while ago, I was actually only 15, I had sex with a girl before I discovered boys….here’s how it happened

When I was 13/14 I started to get invited to the usual teenage parties. You know the sort of thing, your mate’s parents are persuaded by constant nagging for months on end to let you have the house for a night “Aw mum, it’s only me and the girls from school honest” and the moment they relent you start deciding which boys you can invite. It’s not that long ago but it seemed so much more innocent then, there was no chance of it being advertised on facebook for the whole city to gatecrash and you could keep it to more or less the people you wanted. Invites were a minefield though, you couldn’t ask the boy you fancied outright, and you had to get your mate to ask his mate even though your mate fancied someone else….but somehow it worked. Yes, some girls spent the whole night crying in the downstairs loo and others disappeared with boys down the garden/into the garage/spare bedroom to reappear later with the look on their faces that said ‘I’m a woman now’ while the boy gave his friends surreptitious high fives and didn’t speak to her again for the rest of the night.

Fun wasn’t it?

My best friend was Elizabeth (Beth) and she had an older sister called Helen. They were both cut from the same cloth – tall, long legged and shapely. Beth and I were both budding B cups when we started going to parties together and Helen was straining against a D. A year later we were much the same but Helen was a voluptuous E or F and naturally created lots of interest from the lads we knew. As I said, she was older but fairly quiet, studious and determined to get good grades and go to Uni. She had the usual gaggle of local lads chasing her but said that she wasn’t bothered about any of them and would slap their attentions away with a caustic wit. She was a bit of a heroine to some of us to be honest.

She was close to her sister and used to come to some of the parties with us, partly because she like to drink and dance (let’s not kid anyone here, there was always plenty of booze and the odd joint) and partly because Beth’s parents (and mine) were more inclined to let us go if Helen was there to ‘look after us’.

When we got to the party she would get a bottle of Cider and find a comfortable corner and spend the night taking the piss out of the horny hopefuls that would risk being filleted by her sharp tongue for a close look at her stunning cleavage. Oh, she didn’t want to be touched but she liked to tease and her low cut tops and short shirts were no doubt the stuff of a million adolescent fantasies. I often think back and wonder how many gallons of spunk were wanked over thoughts of her ripe body, how many palms itched to feel those stunning tits…

Anyway, after the parties I often used to stay at their house either sleeping in with Beth (that didn’t last long, we were too big to share a single bed) or on a camp bed in her room. Helen had the ‘middle’ bedroom and had a double bed, their parents having a bedroom on the floor above.

One warm night in early summer we snuck in late after a party, dragging an almost comatose Beth between us. She had spent the night chatting and dancing with Jason, one of the local ‘bad boys’ and he had given her some particularly strong skunk when they were outside ‘saying goodnight’. No doubt he thought it would ease his entry into her knickers but after a few moments she promptly threw up all over him instead! Me and one of the others cleaned her up as best be could while Helen ranted at Jason, called a taxi and then ranted at him some more. She even made him hand over what was left of the joint – quite a lot actually – before chasing him down the garden path to the amusement of his mates. When we got her home we made her drink some water before tucking her into bed with a strategically placed bucket beside her.

Helen made us both a mug of tea and we went and sat in the conservatory. I was a bit drunk but taking care of Beth had sobered me up a bit and despite it being almost 0200 I wasn’t really tired. We sipped our tea and laughed about the night, sure that Beth would be ok in the morning but wondering how Jason would ever face his mates again!

Helen pulled out the remains of Jason’s joint from her handbag and looked at me with one of her elegant eyebrows raised

“Ever tried this?”

I shook my head. “Smoked some fags but not that stuff”

“Good a time as any.” She said pulling out a lighter. She rolled the crumpled joint between her fingers, straightening it out before wafting the flame over the end. She inhaled gently, pulling the smoke into her mouth and lungs before letting it slowly out. “Pheew, that is strong, just take a very little into your mouth at first.”

My hand was shaking as I carefully took hold of the joint and I hesitatingly did as I was told and puffed a couple of times, blowing the smoke out fairly quickly. Helen laughed and said “Slowly, take a little back now you are used to it…that’s it…gently…” As I filled my lungs and felt my blood roaring through my head as the powerful drug kicked in. Helen took the rest of the joint off me as I tried to make my eyes focus and finished it with a couple of strong drags.

We both sat back into our chairs, eyes half closed as we felt the harsh kick of the skunk give way to a wonderful warm feeling, hands and feet gently tingling, my body felt like it was floating in a sensuous warm sea. “Mmmm, that’s nice stuff.” Said Helen. “It’s wasted on that little moron.”

She tilted her head to the side as if she was debating something in her mind and then she looked straight at me with a mischievous smile.

“You know something Jane?