High School Girls - Sex Stories

High School Girls

... winced as the memory of a girl taunting her and calling her a dyke. It still hurt. She continued to play with Samantha's nipple, enjoying her warmth, her smell, the closeness of her. "At first I thought it was natural, but girls can be so hurtful. After my first attempt turned into a disaster, I started looking more closely at the other girls my age. I didn't like what I saw, Sam. They can be so mean, so hurtful. And so many of them take pride in being dumb." Sam turned and looked at her, hearing the hurt, the loneliness in her voice. His green eyes were full of sympathy and he saw Amy's brown eyes welling with tears. "So when I saw you that day in the cafeteria, protecting your friend - one day, Sam, you'll have to tell me how you came to be friends with Joanna - I knew you were different. I don't know why I've never seen you before, really seen you. I saw you in class, answering questions that not even some of the smarter guys could answer, I knew you weren't just a good friend, but bright too. It made me feel warm inside, and I started yearning for you. And I thought, here's someone like me, someone whom I can confide in, be friends with... be lovers with." Sam was touched by Amy's confession. But he just had to know. "Amy... if I was a guy, would you... have shown any interest in me." Amy sat up, worried by the sudden tangent. She peered at him in the piercing manner that she had. A sudden, gnawing fear ate at her. That Sam wasn't taking this seriously, that it was just ...

... an experiment for her. "No." She said flatly. "I'm not interested in guys, Sam. I'm a lesbian, not bi. Is this some sort of experiment to you? Because I'm not interested in being a guinea pig for your sexual exploration." "What? No! No, it's not that at all! I want you, Amy! I've wanted you for so long." "Good." Amy wiped her tears away. "I'm exhausted. That was hard. Tomorrow it will be your turn. I want to hear everything about how it was for you growing up, when you realized you liked girls... how you dealt with that, okay?" Amy lay down next to Sam, and she threw one arm across Sam's breasts and the other around his head, and pulled him tight. Soon Sam heard Amy's breathing become deep and rythmic and realized she had fallen asl**p. Sam couldn't sl**p. He gently caressed Amy's plaited, beaded hair. Okay Sam, he thought. It's put up or shut up time. What's it going to be? He was a traveler in the Land of Girls. Did he want to become a permanent resident? It was a treacherous land, filled with hazards and pitfalls, a far more difficult land to live in than the plains and gentle sloping hills of his own land. But also more interesting, and more beautiful. The city of Amy lay here, beautiful, complex, promising wonder and new experiences at every corner. But it was an intimidating place for the new visitor. Did he want to remain here? Sure there was the City, and the river of Fantastic Female Orgasms that he loved to bathe in, and the little village of Cherise that he would ...