My life, My Choice - Sex Stories

My life, My Choice

... standing there kissing and rubbing the others pussy. We both reached that plateau of pleasure together. Her thighs closed around my hand as mine closed around hers. Our bodies trembled together as I believe our first full pledge girl to girl orgasm raced through our bodies. Carol broke our embrace pulling her wet hand from between my legs. She smiled at me as she licked at her fingers. I removed my wet hand from between her legs and did the same. Carol hugged me, then kissed me before she said, “I love you Kelly.” I kissed her back and broke our kiss long enough to tell her that I loved her also. I only had said that because she had said it. I was unsure of love at that age; I only knew it felt good what she and I had just done together. Later that night Carol would take my virginity with the strap on dildo my mother and Debbie shared. I thought it was strange, as I had bled where she had not after I used the strap on dildo on her. However, I had forgotten about her telling me she had fucked Sam their families German Sheppard. We had worn each other out that night as I showed her everything I had seen my mother and Debbie do together. We were in bed long before they returned home that night. I went to bed thinking of Carol but I awoke with a man named John on my mind in the morning. I heard my mother and Debbie talking downstairs, as I got dressed. As I walked down the steps, I heard Debbie telling my mother that John has not changed much and that he still loved Annie as ...

... much as he ever did. “That girl meant more to him than I did, I used to sometime think,” my mother replied. “That is not true Linda as you helped turn Annie into the girl she became,” Debbie said. I walked into the kitchen as I said, “Will someone please tell me who this John and this Annie is?” Debbie looked at my mother and replied, “You are going to have to tell her someday.” “And it has better be before John meets her,” Debbie added raising her eyebrows to my mother. My mother got up and shook her head No as she walked from the kitchen. I went to Aunt Debbie and asked her why my mother was acting the way she was. My Aunt told me that my mother would rather forget that time of her life than to remember it as it brings much pain to her heart. “WHY?” I asked pleadingly. “Sit down and I will try to explain,” my mother said walking back into the kitchen carrying an old photo album. She opened the album flipping through it. I saw photos pasted on the pages of her and Debbie as teenagers. They were in photos with other teens and most were standing beside cars. These cars were not normal streetcars but hot rods, muscle cars they called them back them my Aunt told me. Aunt Debbie pointed to a photo, which showed a girl with her head stuck under the hood of a car. On the back of her jump suit, was “Carl’s Garage.” Aunt Debbie told me that was my mother under that jump suit. “You can work on cars?” I asked her giving her a funny look. Debbie replied, “Your mother used to work on cars ...