In Which I Discover the Joys of Sisterhood

Reading this, and some of my other stories about our teenage lives, you might get the impression that my big sister Amanda and I are complete lezzers. Far from it- we’re both happily married and even back then a large part of our lives was taken up with thinking about boys. The boys I used to think about in those days were invariably incredibly handsome (even beautiful), not to say brave, generous, loving, kind-hearted, gentle, intelligent, and, of course, wonderful lovers. And, despite possessing so many qualities which would make them irresistible to any woman they set their hearts on, they never set their hearts on anyone except me. There was just one problem with these boys. They didn’t exist anywhere outside of my imagination. I didn’t actually know any boys like that. Come to think of it, I didn’t really know any boys at all. They say that a girl’s first boyfriend is generally either a classmate, her friend’s brother or her brother’s friend. Well, I was at an all-girls boarding school so had no male classmates. Some of my friends had brothers, but they all lived far enough away from my home to make meeting up in the holidays either difficult or impossible. And my only brother was a half-brother from my father’s first marriage whom we never saw except at family funerals, and in any case was about a dozen years older than me. Amanda had managed to find herself a boyfriend, but this romance was doomed to failure when she realised that he was just using her as a part-time love, dating her in the holidays and another girl when she was away at school.   We did, of course, know plenty of girls, some of them beautiful, not to say brave, generous, loving, kind-hearted, gentle, intelligent, and, in our imaginations at least, wonderful lovers. Moreover, St Sappho’s Academy for Young Ladies tended to be fairly relaxed about lesbianism. This was due less to progressive, liberal ideas about education- in other respects it was quite a conservative place with a strong religious tendency- than to a sort of benign neglect. The authorities took the view that if teenage girls age going to get up to mischief- and they almost certainly are- it is best that they do so in a way which poses no risk of pregnancies. They therefore turned a blind eye to girl-on-girl romances provided that we kept them discreet and didn’t do it in the street and frighten the horses.  We didn’t sleep in dormitories, but were allowed to share rooms with a friend. This was officially done to protect against loneliness and homesickness, but in practice it turned out to be a recipe for lesbian crushes. Falling in love with one’s room-mate seemed to be an established rite of passage at St Sappho’s, and one which both Amanda and I were going through.     This story, however, takes place not at our school but during the Easter vacation. Amanda (sixteen-going-on-seventeen) and I (fifteen-going-on-sixteen) were on holiday with our parents at a resort in the Italian Lakes. The hotel was comfortable, the weather was warm and sunny and the scenery wonderful. The only problem is that we were both suffering from sexual frustration in an acute form. Amanda, following her split from her boyfriend, had fallen in love with her attractive roommate and BFF Caroline. And me? I was at the stage where I seemed to fall hopelessly, passionately and irresistibly in love with any attractive girl who crossed my path.  My strongest passion was for my beautiful, sweet, wonderful and utterly adorable roommate and BFF Melissa, but I have to admit that most of my other friends, especially my fellow-members of the school’s gymnastics squad, were capable of inspiring similar feelings. The big difference between Amanda and me was that Caroline returned Amanda’s feelings in equal measure, and their friendship had turned into a fully-fledged lesbian affair, whereas I was still unaware of the depth of Melissa’s affection for me: I got a sort of feeling that she might be interested, but I was too lacking in self-confidence to declare my love to her or to make any sort of advances on her. So there we were. Two attractive, hormonal, horny and frustrated bisexual teenagers with little to do all day except lounge around sunbathing in our bikinis, keeping an eye open for all the other attractive girls and boys in the resort. In the past Amanda had sometimes annoyed me with her “You need someone older and wiser telling you what to do” Big Sister attitude- particularly annoying given that the age difference between us was only just over a year- but now she seemed to accept me as an equal and a friend and we spent long hours chatting with one another. I had, to some extent, mixed feelings about the holidays. On the one hand, I was glad of a break from lessons, but on the other I was feeling very conscious of my enforced separation from my beloved Melissa. All my pent-up frustrations over Melissa needed an outlet and began to transfer themselves to Amanda. I had always thought of Amanda as attractive, but now spending all day in her bikini-clad company made me begin to think of her as sexually desirable as well. Things were made even worse by the fact that Amanda and I were sharing a bedroom in the hotel and sleeping in the same double bed. (At home we had separate rooms). Every evening I would fall asleep to confused erotic dreams in which my feelings for Melissa seemed to get all jumbled up with those for Amanda, who of course was sleeping right next to me. What I didn’t realise was that Amanda was suffering from a similar erotic confusion. In my last story I recounted how Amanda discovered me fast asleep after I had been wanking over our father’s collection of girlie mags. I hadn’t realised it at the time, but the realisation that her little sister shared her bisexual desires had had quite an effect on Amanda- in fact she had brought herself off to a fantasy about me that evening- and now her feelings for Caroline were starting to get all jumbled up with those for me.  And then one night I was awoken from my dreams by a slight noise. I opened my eyes and was surprised by the sight of Amanda masturbating. She obviously didn’t want to disturb me because she had got out of bed and gone over to the sofa. It was a bright moonlit night, and the moonlight afforded me a clear view of what she was doing. She had slipped one hand beneath her panties and was using her fingers to bring herself off. I had never masturbated in this way myself- I had always used the pillow-humping method- but I was well aware from schoolgirl gossip that some girls favoured this particular technique and I realised what Amanda was doing. I had never seen another girl masturbating before, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She had no idea that I was awake and watching her, and continued caressing herself. I found myself becoming turned on by the sight and realised that I needed to masturbate myself. I couldn’t start humping my pillow without alerting Amanda to the fact that I was spying on her, so I slipped one hand beneath my crotch and began to rock my body back and forth against it. Bad move. This stimulation increased my feelings of arousal to breaking point. Now when I get sexually aroused I often find that it makes me want to sneeze, and, too late, I felt the familiar tell-tale tickling sensation in my nose and almost immediately was overcome by two massive sneezes. Atishoo! Atishoo!  Amanda looked up in surprise. “Serena! I thought you were asleep!”  "I was until you woke me up! How can I sleep with you wanking in front of me!”  “I’m sorry, Serena. I just couldn’t help it. All this sunbathing is making me feel so randy, and it’s been nearly a week since I last had a wank. Anyway, you can’t complain, ‘cos I know you do it too!”  This was a reference to the time when she had caught me a few months earlier. “Well, I know I play with myself, but I don’t do it in front of you!”    Amanda giggled. “No, but I bet you’d like to do it together”.  I couldn’t deny this. Seeing Amanda masturbate had got me so worked up that I couldn’t help wanting to wank too. I laid out my pillow in the middle of the bed and was about to climb onto it for a humping session, when Amanda stopped me.  “You mean you still do it like that? Come here and I’ll show you how to do it properly!”  She beckoned me over to the sofa and I sat down next to her. She switched a light on so I could see her properly and told me to watch what she was doing. She opened her legs and began to caress herself again. “Now you do that, Serena”.  I tried to do to myself what Amanda was doing, but I couldn’t really make myself feel much, so she took hold of my hand and guided it until my fingers found their way to my sweet spot. And then, suddenly, I went from feeling nothing to feeling everything in an instant. The sensations I was suddenly feeling were of a completely different order to those I experienced while pillow-humping with my panties on. I realised just why my sister preferred this method. I spread my legs open wide, savouring all these breath-taking new feelings, stroking myself furiously until I was overcome by an earth-shaking climax which left me dizzy and breathless. The sight of what I was doing was obviously having its effect on Amanda, because she began masturbating equally furiously until she too had to come. Once we had recovered we climbed back into bed and fell into each other’s arms, kissing and caressing until we finally fell asleep. And that is the story of my first sexual experience with another person. There will, I’m sure, be more to follow about my adventures with Amanda and what happened when I got back to school and met up with Melissa again.