These stories are of Tara, a young teenage girl, and the growth of her own sexuality. In this chapter Tara's cousin Natasha becomes her lover.
Tara's Sexual Journey 2 - In Training

These stories are of Tara, a young teenage girl, and the growth of her own sexuality. In this chapter Tara's cousin Natasha becomes her lover.

"Tara, Tara, are you with us today?" came the voice. I suddenly realized that some of the other kids were giggling at me. It was my teacher calling my name.

I had drifted off to Neverland. My thoughts were on my cousin and what she had done to me the day before. We were in the park and she had touched me, down there. It felt so good until some boys came along and we ran off for fear of being discovered.

I remember us laughing but I think I was more frightened than anything. I was scared of getting caught for doing something so evil, letting another girl, my cousin Natasha, put her fingers where no one should ever touch me. Yet it felt wonderful.

I finally made it through all my classes at school that day. I had already told my mom that I might stop by Natasha's on the way home so if I was late getting there, not for her to worry. I also knew that Natasha's parents wouldn't be home for a couple of hours after school. Natasha always got home before me so she would be there, or at least I hoped she would.

The only thing I hadn't done was tell Natasha that I was coming over. When that final school bell rang I ran nearly all the way to Natasha's. She lived pretty close to me so I knew I could get home quick if I needed to.

So many thoughts were running through my head. I wanted to talk to Natasha about what happened in the park. But did I want her to touch me again or not? Yes, no, I shouldn't, oh God yes, forgive me but yes I wanted more. I knew I did, but just felt guilty saying it.

Nervously I knocked on the door. Natasha opened it and smiled. "Tara, come in." She stepped back and I walked in. "What did you want?"

Was she going to make me say it? I wanted her to touch again but all I could do was stare at the floor.

"Hey honey, relax," she cooed softly, touching me gently on the shoulder. It felt like electricity. I gasped lightly.

Shutting the door, Natasha pulled close and whispered in my ear. "Do you want me to make you feel good again, like yesterday?"

I nodded my head yes.

"If I do that for you," she began, "will you make me feel good too?"

I looked up then, looked into her eyes with bewilderment. "I don't know how. I don't know what I'm doing."

"I'll teach you everything you need to know Tara," she promised. "Then you can practice on me. Does that sound good?"

"Oh yes," I answered excitedly.

Natasha led me to her bedroom. She sat me down on her bed and then stepped away into the middle of the room. She twirled around giggling, pulling her shirt tight against her chest. Her breasts pushed out, her nipples showing through the material. She didn't have on a bra. She must have known I was coming over. I wanted to touch her breasts, examine them. I found myself glancing down at my own small breasts, wondering when mine would grow like hers.

"Let me help you with that," Natasha said as she stepped over to me. "Lift your arms into the air," she instructed as she pulled my top up and over my head. I had on a small bra that she easily removed for me, leaving me topless.

I was nervous and felt chilled. Sitting down next to me she brushed my hair out of the way, letting the back of her fingers caress my cheek. I moaned slightly.

"Lay back for me," she said, "back up on the bed, like you're going to go to sleep." I did as she directed, laying on my back in the middle of the bed with my head on the pillow. Natasha removed my shoes and socks and then pulled off my pants. I only had my panties on, pink cotton all covered with dark red hears. That wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the wet spot on them, not a big spot but enough to notice. Natasha curled her fingers over the elastic and slowly pulled them down and off, leaving me completely nude.

Then I watched as Natasha slowly removed her own clothes. Her breasts were larger than mine, and stuck out more. Each had a large pink area around the hard-looking nipple that projected out of the middle.

Natasha climbed up on the bed next to my legs. She gently ran her hands across my skin from my feet to my hips and back down again, repeating the process several times. With each approach to my mid-section she got closer to my pussy until her fingers brushed across my opening and through my small covering of hair.

Opening my legs she knelt between them, continuing to push my legs apart. She then took her thumbs and began to gently massage around my pussy. I closed my eyes and just floated in the wonderful feeling of Natasha touching me. After a couple minutes of this Natasha slid her hands under my legs. I was sorry it was over so soon, or so I thought until I felt her tongue lick across my opening. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced, then she did it again, and again.

"Oh Nat…oh that's so good," I gasped. She was pressing her mouth firmly into me, her tongue actually entering my opening, licking me, sucking me, roaming all around down there. But when she found my clit, my hips involuntarily pushed upwards, increasing the pressure and the pleasure ten-fold. "Oh God, Natasha," I screamed.

She forced my hips back down on the bed and continued to lick as she pushed her middle finger up into me as far as she could. She began to finger fuck me, slow at first but increasingly faster with each strock, all the while continuing to keep me wet with her tongue.

I was moaning out loud when suddenly my body felt like I was about to pee. I wanted to say something, to warn Natasha, but it came too quickly. I released, I must have. What else could it have been? But it was no release like I had ever experience before. I was instantly on fire from the explosion in my mid-section. My body tensed up all over, my hands gripping the blanket I was on. Then as if every nerve in my body fired at once, the most wonderful feeling in the world washed over me, through me. I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe. I could only lie there and wait as the tenseness in my body slowly began to relax.

After about a minute I realized that Natasha had crawled up towards me. She had a big smile on her face, making me smile with her. Then she leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, long and open. It wasn't a kiss between relatives but one between lovers and I kissed her back in like kind.

When she pulled away I thanked her, "that was…that was…" I didn't know what to say.

Natasha put her finger to my lips to quiet me, "Shhhh…now kiss me like that," her head nodding down towards her own pussy. I knew what she wanted and I knew now how to give it to her.

For the next 15 minutes I did to Natasha everything she had done to me. But until then I had no idea it felt so good giving pleasure too. I had only focused on the receiving end before then. Natasha eventually came like I had, strong and hard.

Afterward, as we got dressed, we talked about what we had done, how good it felt, how we would do it again. I couldn't go over to her house too often without causing undo suspicion. But we managed to meet every couple of weeks or so after that, sometimes at my house, sometimes at hers. It was best when our families got together and Natasha and I snuck off. It seemed to be more exciting knowing what we were doing with our families so close by.

But eventually it came to an end. I'm not sure why but it just did. I had to find someone new, someone else who I could share with like Natasha and I had so many times.

The end (until my new friend is found)


anonymous readerReport

2013-02-07 04:28:40
Nice story I like it _ ullas

anonymous readerReport

2012-11-08 23:04:09
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