In Which I Show Amanda New Pleasures

Characters in my stories

Serena- Me, myself and I, the author of these stories.

Melissa- My beautiful, sweet, wonderful and utterly adorable roommate, BFF and sweetheart. Of mixed English and Latin-American ancestry with flowing raven-black hair and warm, liquid brown eyes.

Jill- Another great friend of mine. A lovely, tall, leggy, blonde English rose.

Mei-Ling. Jill’s roommate, BFF and sweetheart. Cute and adorable little Chinese babe.

Amanda- My darling big sister. Attractive brown-eyed brunette.

Caroline- Amanda’s roommate, BFF and sweetheart. Another pretty blonde, similar in looks to her younger sister Jill.

If you have been reading my previous stories, you will recall that my older sister Amanda and I, students at St Sappho’s Academy for Young Ladies, had fallen helplessly in love with our best friends Caroline and Melissa. (This was a common phenomenon at St Sappho’s, an otherwise traditional school with a surprisingly liberal attitude towards lesbian crushes). This meant that we did not welcome the long summer vacation in the way that most pupils do; the relief of a break from lessons was outweighed by the torment of six weeks of enforced separation from our beloved sweethearts. Amanda, at least, had something to look forward to, as she had been invited to spend a week with Caroline’s family later in the holidays, but with Melissa stuck on the other side of the world I would have to wait until the new term to see her again. Fortunately Amanda and I, separated by only a year in age, were very close, and we were taking the opportunity of a holiday by the sea, during which we would be sharing a room, to relieve our frustrations.    

It was the morning after the night before, the night in question being the one on which Amanda had introduced me to the joys of oral sex. Well, very early in the morning, but as it was summer it was already light when I awoke from a confused but delightful erotic dream in which I was making love to Melissa and Amanda simultaneously. And as always when I awaken from a dream like that I was feeling an overwhelming need to masturbate. Normally I would have taken care of myself with my fingers, but another resource was at hand. Amanda and I were sleeping in the same bed, both quite naked after our encounter of the previous evening, and during the night our legs had got a bit tangled so that my pussy was in contact with her warm and naked thigh.

Babe, tomorrow's so far away

There's something I just have to say

I don't think I can hide what I'm feelin' inside

Another day, knowin' I love you!

I began to stimulate myself by rubbing myself up against the sleeping Amanda’s thigh. Now I’m not sure what I was thinking at the time. I was probably so overcome with lust that I thought I could bring myself to orgasm in this way without Amanda noticing. Of course, things didn’t work out quite like that. After a few seconds Amanda began to murmur in her sleep, “That’s nice, Caroline”, obviously imagining she was back at school with her sweetheart. I redoubled my efforts and then everything seemed to happen all at once.

I'm gonna take you by surprise and make you realise, Amanda! I'm gonna tell you right away, I can't wait another day, Amanda! I love you!

I can’t really give you a blow-by-blow account of what happened next because everything seemed to happen all at once. Amanda awoke with a sneeze, a sure sign of arousal for both of us, and then our limbs were entwined, we were rubbing our wet pussies against one another and then were coming together as an ecstatic climax ran through our bodies. Afterwards we lay there in each other’s arms murmuring endearments, but our passionate lovemaking at such an unearthly hour of the morning had taken a lot out of us, and we were both soon fast asleep.

The following day we didn’t have much opportunity to discuss what had happened between us; it was a golden rule never to discuss our feelings for one another and for our respective sweethearts anywhere we could be overheard by our parents, who had no idea that their two daughters were bisexual. We could not catch up until the following evening, when Amanda had to confess that nothing like this had happened to her before. Although she had considerably more lesbian experience than me, she and Caroline had concentrated using their fingers and tongues and, unlike Melissa and I, had never discovered the pleasures of tribadism. You can imagine how happy that made me feel. I had actually been able to teach something to my darling sister, whom I had previously thought of as the source of enlightenment about all things sexual.

There isn’t much more to say about that holiday, except that we dutifully spent the remaining evenings exploring each other’s bodies and honing our new-found lovemaking skills. As they say, practice makes perfect, and Melissa and Caroline would both have a treat to look forward to when we were reunited at the beginning of the new term.

We returned home to find two items of mail waiting for us. One was a postcard with an Argentine stamp from Melissa. “Thinking about you a lot, xxx”. (This was a private code agreed between us; what Melissa really meant was “Wanking myself a lot to thoughts of you, xxx”). The other was a letter from Caroline’s mother to our parents making arrangements for Amanda’s visit. “I understand your younger daughter Serena is a great friend of Caroline’s sister Jill. It would be lovely if both your girls could pay us a visit”. More in my next story about what that led to.

For those of you unfamiliar with the music of the eighties, the quotes in this story are taken from the song “Amanda” by the group Boston, which was in the charts around the time of the events I describe. Amanda and Caroline have adopted that song (along, of course, with Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline”) as their personal anthem, just as Melissa and I have adopted the Divine Whitney’s “One Moment in Time” and Jill and Mei-Ling “It’s All Coming Back to Me Now”. What is it about us bi girls and eighties power ballads?