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Lesbian At 13

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Now my clients are telling their stories to me and each other in the waiting room. Unbelievable! I think I've inadvertently become the vehicle for pent up sexual story outpourings. Well, I'm glad to offer that service, even if it has nothing to do with my profession.

 

So I heard that guy's story about wrestling as a kid, and I guess I can tell y'all my story.

From around 13, I knew I was different, but at that age, it concerned me. I think all thirteen-year-olds want to be 'normal.' But I wasn't. Instead of being interested in clothing, cosmetics and feminine things, I'd much rather be learning how to back up a trailer with our tractor, for instance. We'll actually, it was more of a riding mower, but I liked to think of it as a tractor. And I liked to think of our little 5-acre plot as a farm, even though It is mostly lawn and woods, with a little 1/4-acre garden. And that garden was all mine. I loved my garden. I'd do gardening, I talked gardening, and I dreamed gardening. I want to be a farmer when I grow up. Or more specifically, I kind of pictured myself involved with farm equipment. You know, repairing tractors, combines, hay baling equipment, and so on. I'm so much into farming that the other kids had taken to calling me 'Digger.' And, I hated that. Because it wasn't normal.

In order to fit in, I tried out for the cheerleading squad, and was accepted. So, I learned the cheers, and some of the athletic tricks we did, and I started to be accepted by the more popular girls, although I was still "Digger." I was one of only two girls on the team who had fully developed breasts. I was rather proud of them, even though they required me to wear a bra, and I'd get sweaty where they pressed the bra against my chest.

The other girl with large breasts was Melody. I didn't think much of her. She seemed all full of herself. Maybe it was more that she was just an all girly-girl, popular, and confident. Here I was a rather unkempt wild, big-boned blond girl, and she was a sweet talking, skinny, but big-breasted thing with perfectly made up brunette hair.

Now, my story really begins when one morning in history class, she leaned way across me, ostensibly to talk to a girl on the other side of my desk, but in the process, she nearly pressed her boobs almost into my face. At the time, I didn't much think about it, other than, "There's Melody being all rude again."

But later, after cheerleading, she leaned into me again in the locker room, wearing just her bra, and her breasts actually brushed up against my face. Well, her bra did. Again, I didn't much think about it. But that night, I had a dream about her. She had been given a big green John Deere tractor as a birthday present, which she drove to school. Oh, how I wanted to drive that tractor. Just try it out. But no, she wouldn't let me. But there was something about her breasts in the dream. I didn't quite remember the details, but somehow, those annoying breasts of hers became more important than the tractor. When I woke up, I felt a certain wetness between my legs, and just had to masturbate. Oh, yes, I had been rubbing myself and having orgasms since before I could remember. But here I was rubbing myself that morning with Melody front and center in my mind. Gosh, I was picturing her in a string bikini. Where did that come from?

Later that day, she found yet another excuse to brush up against me in the locker room after practice. I figured I might as well give her what she wanted. I'm like that. I try to find out what makes people happy, and give it to them. So, I complimented her figure. I told her she was the best looking girl in school, and had 'well-formed' breasts. She positively glowed when I said that.

The next day, she sat next to me at lunch. This was cool. The most popular girl in school sat down next to me, and a couple of her also-popular friends joined us. When no one was paying attention, she whispered in my ear, "I'd like to repay you."

I didn't understand, and was quite curious as to what I had done that might merit repayment? Maybe she was mad at me about something and wanted to 'repay' me in a bad way. But lunch was over, and I couldn't ask. Over the entire weekend I wondered, but found out, finally, on Monday. Melody asked me to hang out for a minute, and so I sat there on the bench, while she went over to the door to the shower and bathroom, and checked that everyone else had already left. She then came back and said,

"I want to repay you for that wonderful compliment."

I asked what she meant and how she wanted to repay me. She reminded me that I complimented her breasts, and she claimed that really livened up her day. She wanted to offer repayment. She pretended to think about it for a moment, then she said, "I'd like to give you a massage."

Well, I'm not one to turn down a massage. My family gives me massages, and I massage them all the time. With underwear on, of course. For a second, I had a wicked thought about Melody and I giving each other massages without clothes. Maybe actually massaging each other's breasts.

We worked out the details, and the next afternoon found me at her house. We went to her bedroom, and she had me remove my outer clothing, and lay face down on her bed. Oddly, she seemed to be shaking a bit. and I could hear some unsteadiness in her voice. No one else was home, yet she was practically whispering. I removed my jacket and shoes, but she suggested I strip down to my bra and panties. After all, we had seen each other that way in the gym, and it was a massage. So I did, and for some reason, I had inherited her nervousness. I was kind of feeling rubbery legs. OMG, I was attracted to her! Melody - the girl who used to annoy me!

My mom told me more than once that I might have what she called 'lesbian tendencies' and that I shouldn't worry. I never knew until this moment exactly what she meant. However, to this day, i wonder how she knew.

Melody had stripped down to her underwear as well, even though supposedly, it was going to be her, giving me, a massage.

Melody climbed over me on the bed, so she was kind of kneeling on me. One knee was on each side of my waist, and her butt was sitting on my upper legs. She started with my neck and shoulders, and started working her way out my arms, ending up at my hands. I have to say, I'm a sucker for hand massage, and she did it like an expert. I think I might of exhaled in an almost-moan of joy at the nice touch. She pitched forward impulsively, so her face was on the bed next to mine, looked me directly in the eyes, and kissed me! And I kissed her back, and we kept on kissing for a very long time.

I'm sorry this story is running so long. If you'd like me to continue it, let me know in the comment section. If enough people want more, I'll be glad to transcribe the rest. - Jst

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