In Which Amanda Shows Me New Pleasures

At the end of that summer term everything seemed to be going well for the Sisterhood. If you have been reading my previous stories, you will recall that the Sisterhood was a group of four students at St Sappho’s Academy for Young Ladies, bound together by strong ties of love and friendship. Apart from myself, the members of the Sisterhood were my beautiful, sweet, wonderfuland utterly adorable roommate and BFF Melissa and our two great friends Jill and Mei-Ling. On the sporting front we were all members of the school gymnastics team and had helped St Sappho’s to a memorable victory over our great rivals Radclyffe Hall. (Melissa was also an excellent tennis player and Jill part of our athletics squad). And on the romantic front, Melissa and I hadrealised and consummated our love for one another, while Jill and Mei-Ling seemed to be moving in the same direction; they had just announced that they would be sharing a room next year.

I had hoped that Melissa and I could get together during the summer holiday, but she had disappointed me by revealing that she and her family would be spending most of those six weeks in the Argentina, visiting her mother’s relatives. “Which means”, as she pointed out, “that I’ll be missing out on all the summer weather”. I had always envisaged Melissa’s homeland as a tropical paradise of endless sunshine, but she disillusioned me with the information that it was winter in the Southern Hemisphere and that August in Buenos Aires roughly equates to February in London.

So how would we get through six weeks of holidays deprived of one another’s company? The school holidays are supposed to be a time of relaxation after hard work, but I quickly discovered that I was suffering from a severe case of AMDS. (Acute Melissa Deprivation Syndrome). The main symptoms were constant sighing, an inability to concentrate on anything other than thoughts of my beloved, inability to sleep at night, yawning, sneezing and, of course, the persistent urge to masturbate. About the only way I could get any rest at night was to slip my pillow between my legs and hump it until I reached orgasm, all the time imagining that it was Melissa’s thigh. If I did this often enough I would finally fall asleep from sheer exhaustion. My state of mind was not improved by the suspicion that at the other end of the world Melissa was probably suffering from a similar case of Acute Serena Deprivation Syndrome.                   

Unfortunately, AMDS has never been recognised as an official disease by the medical textbooks, so I could not see a doctor. Nor could I confide in my parents- I had good reasons for not wanting them to discover that I was in love with another girl. I did, however, had one person I could confide in, my darling sister Amanda. Amanda was just a year older than me, also a pupil at St Sappho’s, and also bisexual- in fact, she was the person who had first initiated me into the delights of girl-on-girl lovemaking. She was in love with her pretty, vivacious blonde roommate and BFF Caroline (who just happened to be Jill’s big sister), so I didn’t need to be an expert medical detective to work out that Amanda’s constant sighing, yawning and sneezing were symptoms of Acute Caroline Deprivation Complaint (also known as AC/DC).

Amanda and I couldn’t get together to make love while we were at home with our parents- the risk of discovery was too great- but we spend as much time as possible in each other’s company and took every opportunity to slip off to discuss our feelings for Melissa and Caroline and to comfort one another with a few hugs and kisses, awaiting the start of our family holiday in an English seaside resort. Amanda and I were going to be sharing a room, so we were looking forward to it eagerly.

And then the great day finally arrived. Or perhaps I should say the great night. On the first evening of our holidays we hurried to our room as soon as supper was finished and stripped down to our panties. We were overcome by that overwhelming feeling of romantic longing combined with randiness which together make up young love, kissing and embracing one another with ardent passion. Amanda was, I have to admit, a much more experienced kisser than Melissa. Melissa’s kisses were eager but sweet andgentle, and at this stage of our relationship she never went further than kissing me on the lips. Amanda, by contrast, pressed her lips sensuously against mine and then heightened my pleasure by inserting her tongue between them., tenderly exploring my mouth until I found myself melting with desire. She took my hand and led me over to the bed, inviting me to lie down. I thoughtthat she was going to make lover to me with her fingers as we had done in our previous experiences together, but she had another treat in store for me.

As I lay back she gently parted my legs and then, instead of starting to finger me, knelt down at the foot of the bed and began to explore my pussy with her quicksilver tongue. Now I had heard of lesbians having oral sex, but I had never experienced anything like this before. I had certainly never done it with Melissa, and had never even had the confidence to suggest it to her. As for Melissa herself, she could sometimes be curiously naïve about all things sexual and I don’t think she had even heard of cunnilingus; all she knew is that we loved each other, and everything else was a new discovery for her.

Amanda, however, had been initiated into the pleasures of love by two older girls, and had obviously refined her technique experimenting with Caroline. The only way I can describe the effects of her tongue on my swollen clitty would be to compare it to a series of overpoweringly pleasurable electric shocks running through my trembling body. I sneezed, as I normally do when intensely aroused, and Amanda, recognising this symptom, took it as a signal to redouble her efforts. It wasn’t long before she triggered my first orgasm of the evening and I moaned as waves of pleasure overcame me. She continued eating me out until I had come at least twice more (I generally lose count after two) and was on the verge of fainting. I was too exhausted to do anything but lie back on the bed sighing, but Amanda didn’t seem to mind. She brought herself off with her fingers, then snuggled up to me, kissed me and promised that the following evening she would show me how to make love to a girl with my tongue. 

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