She Smelled like Cherries

This is a little story happened to me when I was at the barely legal age of 18yo.

I don't know how or why it happened, it just

did.

Jane was my best friend, same age, same dreams about boys and being kissed and touched. Of course we spent a lot of time together.

It was a warm, summer day and I was over at Jane's

house because her parents were at work and she didn't

have anything else better to do.

We decided to just browse the web. We looked at the

gossip sites, reading about our favourite stars. We went

to Friendster and read/gabbed with some friends.

We were doing this for over an hour and, because our

computer room only had one armless chair, we sat

together on it. I was getting cramped so I put my arm

around the back of the chair, around Jane. She's a bit

shorter than me and eventually, my hand, which was

around her head, resting on the back of the chair, slid

further and further down to her chest level. I didn't

mean for this to happen, it just slid slowly by itself.

Jane was busy typing when I felt it.

At the tip of my fingers that were around the chair, I

felt her nipple through her t-shirt. Jane usually didn't wear a bra, at least, as she was rather flat.

I don't know why, but as Jane kept typing and moving the mouse, my hand slowly

slid further down and my fingertips more or less rested on her nipple.

As if they had a mind of their own, my fingers started feeling her. I could feel her nipple slowly hardening from underneath her shirt. Jane kept on using the

computer as if nothing was happening though. Only she asked me quite absentmindedly, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing", it was my answer, "does this bother you?".

She remained silent and I, in the meantime, started feeling moist between my legs.

This went on for a few minutes. I just slowly felt around her boob, caressing her nipple. It felt so nice. Since Jane wasn't reacting or anything, I became more overt and used my digits to really touch and palm her

breast. It was so small and soft and great to touch.

This seemed to go on for some time. I noticed Jane had stopped typing on the computer and her eyes were like drowsy and her mouth partly open.

Seeing that this was getting to her too really turned me on. I next used my

other hand to go to her other breast. I slowly caressed it too. So both my hands started massaging her breasts, feeling her nipples. Jane eventually started moaning a bit.

After some time doing this, without thinking, my right hand let go of her boob and slowly crept to the opening in her shorts. She was wearing very loose shorts and the opening was pretty big.

I eased my right hand in.

My fingers went through the opening and I could feel her warm panties. They were wet! I caressed her panties slowly. I could feel the folds of her vagina opening

and her clit at the top of it felt very hard. I had been masturbating by then but I wasn't sure if Jane did. I wondered how she was feeling.

I kept doing this, enjoying the feel of her wet panties.

Next I slid a few fingers in through a panty leg. Just like her shorts, they were pretty loose too. The garter at the panty hole was almost non existent. I felt her actual vagina.

She had very dark hairs and it was very, very wet.

I just manipulated a bit the folds, enjoying the feel of it on my fingers. Jane, by this time, had her eyes closed and her moaning and breathing were getting a bit louder.

Curious, I removed my hand and smelled it. She smelled like cherries.

Despite being very turned on, I never thought of doing anything for myself. I just slowly got off the chair and knelt on the floor beside the chair where she sat.

I slowly moved her away from the computer table to face me.

Her eyes slowly slid open and then closed again.

When she faced me, I looked through her pant opening.

She was wearing yellow panties that were dark now with

her juices. I unzipped her pants, then unbuttoned it.

I continued caressing her groin through the opened pants.

Pulling at her pants a bit, Jane raised her butt to help me get it off. I slid it down to her ankles. The shorts were loose and big enough that I didn't have to slip it off to be able to spread her legs a tad.

As if I was steel attracted to a magnet, I slowly gravitated to her groin. I smelled her again through her panties. She smelled so good. I rubbed my nose over her wetness. Then slowly kissed a bit, and licked a bit, over her panties. Next I slid a panty opening to the side and tasted her for the first time--the first time I tasted a girl too, the first time I had a sexual

episode with anybody.

She tasted great. She was salty, yet she had that cherry fragrance. I slowly licked her folds, wanting to drink of her. I couldn't help myself. Jane started

moaning louder. Her hands slid beside her, lifeless.

She thrust her hips forward to open herself further.

After a few minutes of this, she said, "Trish! Stop!

I'm going to pee!"

I said, "No, Jane," amid my continued licking and kissing.

"You're not. Just feel it."

And I kept at it, licking her, nibbling at her. She tasted so luscious. She started twisting about. She grabbed my head.

She said, "I'm... I'm..."

Then it happened! She started moaning really loud, then she shook violently and she uttered an exhausted, "Ughhhnnnn!"

My face was all wet and slippery with her juices. I kept at it though and she was groaning a bit again. Then she shook again.

Then she panted, exhausted. I slowly fixed her panties

and pulled up her shorts. I zipped and buttoned it.

"Would you like some water?" I asked her. She just nodded and I got her a drink.

We talked about the incident after that. The night it happened and for the next days, I masturbated like crazy, reliving it in my mind. Jane also said it had been amazing and admitted she also was masturbating thinking at what has happened between us.

It was kinda strange though since I wasn't really attracted to other girls or at least never thought of it and Jane too. But it happened and it was the biggest turn-on in my life. Maybe because it was my first. But not the last.