“When I was eighteen I thought that I was finally a grown up as much as any adult; I knew it all. I was smart, I was fully developed physically, as well as sexually( so I thought.) I had a slender body with long legs but my tits were large, “C” cup, I was taller than my mom, in fact I was the tallest girl in my graduation class at 5‘ 8“and 120#’s. My name is Leslee, I know but that’s how it’s spelled on my birth certificate; my granddads names were Lester and Lee, they wanted a boy and when I was born they thought that they could create a cute girls name and of course they all call me Lez. Pissed me off when I was old enough to find out lez was short for lesbian. To embarrass me, some of the kids yelled, “hey lez” when strangers were around.
In one sense it was very naïve of me to think that I knew the ways of adults at eighteen. Sure, I giggled when one of the girls talked about sex and masturbating, didn’t we all, as if we were all innocent of doing a naughty thing that we never talked about, and if asked we always lied about it. “You got to be kidding, I’d never do that, I’m not a slut, that‘s nasty.” But every night my hands were between my legs as I humped them as I lie on my stomach until that great sensation took over and made me feel like I knew everything there was to know about sex; (again, so I thought). I slept well; I had so much more to learn about life; I wanted it all.
My parents would let me go out on dates on weekends as long I was home by twelve; but most weekends I was baby sitting for the young, very attractive model neighbor next door that had a new baby boy. And to tell you the truth I’d rather baby sit for her than go out on a date. Not just because of the money, but she would talk to me as an adult, like woman to woman. She would talk about sexually explicit things to me and I would act as if I knew it all.
She was a very beautiful blue eyed blond, taller than me, maybe an inc or so She was slender and had long, beautifully shapely legs and had what you would call, a perfect butt.
After sitting for her for a couple of months, when I arrived at her home she stood behind the door with her baby in her arm; she was nursing the baby when I rang the bell; not only was she topless but she had on a pair of hot pants that was so brief and tight that I could see her pussy lips where the pants crotch was trying to get into her pussy opening.
She noticed my attention on her crotch and said, “Lez, I usually don’t wear anything while I’m nursing, but when I’m horny I like to wear these shorts because while he’s sucking on my nipples, I rock my butt and the shorts rub against my clit and I get myself off. Hehe.” I smiled as if was fully aware of what she meant. I knew one thing about Christy, she was a highly sexual woman. Secretly I loved it when she told me things like this. Our conversations always led to and ended up one thing. Sex.
At twenty five she knew what I was going through at eighteen and we talked about a lot of things that I’d never dare to talk about with my friends at school or my mom. Also she seemed very interested in our conversations and would listen to everything that I said, I really appreciated that; truthfully I felt more like an adult when I told her about what I did, however sometimes I would say some things that I really thought were too personal. But Christy had something about her that wouldn’t allow me to hold anything back.
She was a model until they had their baby ; that’s when they moved in to the house next door. However her husband was a big shot executive with a large international corporation and he traveled a lot: I sensed that she would have me baby sit just for my company; she really didn’t seem to know any of the other neighbors; I wasn’t sure where they lived before, but evidently it must have been far away.
Her name is Christy Ivy, liker poison ivy she said as she laughed. Many afternoons she would have me over to baby sit because she said that she had a lot of chores to do around the house and would need some help from me; but as a rule she spent most of the time asking me about my social life, especially about dating boys. She really seemed to take an interest in me. I liked being there; and she paid me very well.
The thing that I thought that was really cool was at that time when she was nursing her baby; she would be topless and sit right next to me on the couch. Her breasts were large, but unlike my mom’s, she didn’t have any sagging, but then again my mom is about twenty years older than Christy.
One time she was sitting next to me, letting her baby suck on her nipples for his milk when she shocked me and said, “damn, Lez, when he sucks for his milk it gets me horny as hell, do you get that feeling when boys play with your titties when you’re on a date?”
In my innocent and naive mind at that time, I wasn’t aware of the fact that I was being seduced into an open and bi sexual future, for her pleasure as well as mine. From the _expression on my face she knew I was too embarrassed to answer the question. However, I want to add one thing that I wasn’t immediately aware of, she was slowly controlling me. I say that because it got to the point that I couldn’t refuse anything that she requested.
“Lez, remember, we’re a couple of girlfriends; who can you talk to, but me? Especially if you can’t tell your friend about it, this is from girlfriend to girlfriend. I know that when I went out at your age, and even younger, the guys would always try to get a feel of my tits or their hands between my legs. In fact I didn’t realize until I let one boy that I really had a crush on, play with my tits as we were in his parked car. We didn’t go all the way but when he sucked on my breasts, and at the same time he quickly got his hand on my panty crotch, it was if I was hit by lightning. I came so hard that I thought I’d pass out; my panties were soaked from my cum. So you can tell me, I know that with your beautiful face , sexy body and large breasts the guys would really be aggressive to get a good feel or even to suck on them. I bet they‘re real sensitive.”
So I started telling her about the boys that would, now and then get a feel of my breasts. “Ok, you’re right, I have to get over the fact that you’re not one of the simple girls at school that quickly tell everything that you told them, to all the other kids, after they would promise to keep it a secret. But, well I would pretend to fight them off as they tried to undo my bra so that they could get a good feel of my tits; well a couple of guys that I really liked, managed to reach them, of course they were not aware of the fact that I wasn’t really making much of an effort to stop them.”
“Oh, you little slut.” Christy said as she laughed. “Now you’ve got to tell me all. The first time you came over I knew that sexually you would be just like me. Now you have to tell me how you masturbate; I want to know if you did the same as I did.”
Even as a eighteen year old girl, I was aware of two things when she talked to me about anything sexual; first of all I could tell that she would be getting aroused just by the way she would move her butt as I’m talking to her; I once read a book on what you can tell about a person just by their body movements. But then again maybe she read the same book because I would get aroused by answering her questions.
“Well, it’s the only way I know how, and I know that it will sound kind of childish to you, even though for a long time I didn’t think I was masturbating.”
