My first Lesbian Experience Part One

Cindy and I were 12 when we started fooling around with each other. It happened at her house during one of her mom's frequent parties, which typically consisted of her mom Erin, her latest BF, and his druggie friends. They would sit in the living room with the lights off and candles burning, listening to whatever the BF was into, and do whatever drug he preferred. Erin was an opportunist drug addict, a scavenger when it came to getting high.

One night, Cindy and I walked into the apartment to find Erin with her new guy and seven others. It was one of those rare times when there were other females besides Erin, this time there four girls. Erin and her BF and some sketchy looking white dude were sitting on the sofa. Sketchy was doing something on the coffee table, which had everyone's rapt attention, the others were all gathered around the table on the floor.

They had some gangsta rap playing loudly and were to focused on what Sketchy was doing, so they didn't hear Cindy unlocking the front door. When we suddenly walked in, Sketchy and another guy jumped up with guns pointed at us. We both froze, but then Erin laughed and everybody looked at her. She was laughing so hard it took her a long time to tell them it was just her daughter and a friend. The two guys put away their guns and sat down, then started laughing with Erin, which got them all joining in.

Cindy and I hurried to her bedroom, where I got over the shock of almost being shot. I was so freaked out I started running in place and shaking my hands violently, but Cindy, she just sat on the edge of her bed and calmly watched me with a big grin. When I saw how casual she was acting I asked her "WTF?!!!" and she chuckled and said they never pulled the trigger, except that one guy who shot a hole in the sofa.

It took me a second to realize that she was telling it happened before, and not just one other time. She told me it had happened a lot, the first time when she was 4 years old and walked out from her room. It didn't mean anything to her, being too young to know better. It happened every now and then, not often but occasionally, over the years to where she had become inured to it.

I was still shaken from it, having never having had a gun pointed at me before. Cindy said she would be right back and left her room, coming back with four fat joints from her mom's 'secret' jar, which she artful hid on her dresser and kept covered with a cloth that had marijuana leaves on it.

We had been getting high on her mom's weed since we were 11, which had been Cindy's idea. The jar was big and filled with joints that have been dumped in it which made it easy for her steal from it without her mom knowing any were missing. Even if she did, Cindy told me, she would just think she must have smoked them while fucked up. I had to nod at that, Erin was always either fucked up, passed. The only time she wasn't there on the sofa was when she was in her bedroom fucking her latest BF or some other guy.

One time when we were 9, I went to Cindy's for a sleepover and her mom wasn't there in her usual spot. Cindy was giggling and told me to be quiet and to follow her to her moms bedroom door. As I got closer I could hear a springy sound and looked to Cindy, who whispered to me that her mom was fucking in there. I had a vague idea what 'fucking' was, so Cindy explained it to me by carefully opening the door just enough to see Erin with some guy on her bed.

From our point of view, we were looking at them from behind. I could see Erin's legs in the air around the guy whose butt was going up and down between them. It looked funny but then I looked lower and had an unobstructed view of his penis going in and out of Erin's vagina. It was freaky AF! I couldn't imagine letting some boy do that to me. Though, I did notice that Erin was really enjoying it, making odd moaning sounds and telling him to go faster and harder.

I don't know how long we watched, I was too swept up by what I was seeing. Cindy kept looking at me, watching my reaction gleefully; she wasn't as focused as I was, which told me it wasn't her first time watching her mom fuck some guy. I turned back to watch when the guy stopped fucking Erin, which disappointed me that they had stopped.

He stood up on his knees and Erin sat up with him, I saw a flash of her fake blonde hair. I couldn't see what they were doing and looked at Cindy who mouthed she would tell me later. She nodded toward the bed so I peeked back inside to see Erin get on her knees and elbows, facing us. I pulled away, scared she would see us but Cindy shook her head and nodded back into the room where I saw the guy get up behind her and look down as he did something.

He suddenly mashed his hips against Erin's butt, making her give a weird cry, then began pounding away. I was freaked out a second time, thinking he had put his thing in her butthole, but then she told him how much she lived his cock in her pussy, so I realized my mistake. I was relieved to learn guys didn't put their penises in girl's butts, though Cindy straightened me out on that later.

Erin had been to preoccupied to notice the door was cracked until the guy made a funny sound and mashed up against her ass. He didn't move except to twitch all over, which was funny to watch. Erin pushed back and began grinding against him, and went to look back at him when she saw us watching them. Still grinding she grabbed an empty bottle of beer of the bed and threw it at us.

Cindy quickly shut the door and we ran to her room where we talked about what we had witnessed. Cindy explained that fucking was why guys had cocks and girls had pussies. She added mouths to that too, which was when I learned that was what had been happening before Erin got on all four. I thought that was the craziest thing I had ever heard, until she said that the girl swallowed the stuff that came out of a guy's dick, which was what the guy was doing when he started twitching.

That grossest my out, but Cindy said that girls were supposed to like it, a lot and that she had seen her mom drinking it from a black guy's cock one night and she really loved it.

Getting back to the night in question...

Cindy and I smoked a joint, then got cotton mouth and the munchies, so we made a trip to the kitchen. The party was going full swing, one of the guys had a needle in his arm and was injecting some drug into his arm. It had to be cocaine or meth, I had learned my friend months before, because heroin users never shot up in front of each other, for some odd reason.

As we walked by, one of the guys, a creepy looking dude with a black eye and missing some teeth, said "Look at the pretty pussies. Come to have some fun with Uncle Squirrel?" Everybody laughed including Erin, so we hurried into the kitchen where we laughed at how gross Squirrel was. We got our sodas and a half eaten bag of BBQ chips, then retraced our steps, drawing attention from Squirrel again.

He patted his knee and invited us to come sit with him. Erin laughed and said neither one of had ever even seen a real dick before. That parked up Squirrel and the fat guy sitting with his back to us. He turned around and said he liked them young and tight. One of the girls chimed in that his dick was so small we'd still be virgins even if he fucked us all night.

Erin laughed then said that we were probably a couple of lesbos because we were always together and spent hours together in Cindy's bedroom. Sketchy asked us if he could watch, then one of the girls, a skinny girl with crazy eyes and a crooked grin piped in and volunteered to come make sure we were doing it right, and would show us a trick or two. She said she always wanted to eat a virgin pussy, then put up two fingers, spreading them, and darted her tongue in and out between them. The other girls, including Erin, all agreed she could eat pussy really well, which sent us scurrying to Cindy's room laughing but freaked out.

We sat on her bed and enjoyed our snacks while we talked about what had been said to us. Cindy said that the crazy eyed girl had spent the night in her mom's room several times but she had never suspected they were doing lezzie stuff. She wondered if her mom did stuff to Crazy Eyes or if she laid there. But, after thinking about it, she remembered other times a girl spend the night, and that made her remember seeing her mom with her hand on the other girl's leg once, and another time when she walked in her mom jumped away from a girl and acted weird. Cindy suddenly realized her mom and the other girl had been kissing.

With that, we turned to her mom accusing us of being lezzies. We laughed about how crazy it would be if we were, which got us pretending to kiss and hug. But then suddenly, Cindy lurched forward and really kissed me. I pulled away, shocked by what she had done, but Cindy just grinned and suggested we try it ourselves. Before I could respond, she jumper up off the bed and ran to her door licking the deadbolt which only she had a key to, then hurried back.

She tried to kiss me again but I pulled back and asked her what she waa doing. She grinned at me, her eyes sparkling and said we should try it, and that being best friends it be okay to do things with each other instead of a stranger. She said she liked kissing me, that it not only felt nice, it made her feel closer to me. Then she asked me if I liked it too and I had to admit I did, I just didn't expect my first kiss to not be with a boy. But a first kiss is a first kiss.

I guess I ran out of space so I have to post this and do another one, so if anyone reads this there will be more, a part two.