Amy tells a true story

Beth thought for a minute, then her face lit up. “I know what to ask her! Who was the first girl you had sex with and how did it happen, Amy? Tell us when and where and give us some juicy details too. And remember, you have to tell the truth,” Beth grinned.

I got the impression that Beth already knew the answer, she just wanted to make Amy tell everyone else about it. Then my suspicions were confirmed.

“That’s not fair!” Amy protested, a little too loudly. “You already know the answer, Beth,” she complained. “You just want to embarrass me in front of our friends, is that it?” She just sat there pouting like she wasn’t planning to do it.

“You have to answer, Amy, those are the rules,” Beth replied. “Or else you have to do the forfeit.”

“How much worse could the forfeit be,” Amy asked innocently.

“Oh, it could be much worse,” Beth snickered. “Like maybe you’d have to go outside naked and stand on the corner waving at cars for five minutes?”

“No way!” Amy shot back. Our house was in a residential area but it was near a pretty busy intersection.

“So I guess you better start talking,” Beth felt triumphant.

Amy frowned but started her story.

“So like ok, like everybody else I’ve been to my share of slumber parties while I was a teen. And of course at some of them there was some talking about sex and some fooling around. I don’t know about any of the other girls, but I had never done anything more than maybe feel up some titties or butts.”

She paused, looking around to see if the rest of us were buying her story.

“So anyway, about a year ago, my sister came home late and she was really smashed. I was in my room ready for bed, wearing a t-shirt I sleep in and a pair of panties. The t-shirt basically comes down past my panties. I heard her stumble up the stairs, banging against the wall a couple of times. Then I was surprised when she opened the door to my room instead of hers. She came in and closed the door behind her, stumbled across the room and fell onto my bed.”

“She started telling me about what a failure the party was, how she couldn’t hook up with anybody. She really had wanted to get laid. ‘Don’t you ever get horny and just need to get fucked good?’ she asked me. I tried to put her off, telling her I was a virgin and all that. But then she slid up next to me and kissed me on the mouth. I had never been kissed by a girl before. The next thing I knew she had a hand up under my shirt and was squeezing a boob.”

Amy stopped again. One hand had gone to her pussy, apparently reliving the memory was getting her aroused. She looked up at the rest of us and smiled.

“So you can pretty much figure out what happened from there,” she said. “We ended up kissing and playing with each other’s tits, then finally fingering each other’s pussy and eating each other out. I fought it at first but by the time we were finished I realized that I had enjoyed it. It was different from being with a boy. ‘Does this mean I’m a lesbian?’ I asked her. She assured me that it was ok and perfectly normal for girls to have sex with each other and still like boys too. ‘Sexuality doesn’t have to be limited to one gender or any specific thing,’ she explained. ‘Just have fun with it. It doesn’t matter who, when or how.’ I think that was the best advice she ever gave me,” Amy smiled. She looked around the room at everyone. “So I guess I ask Susie for a truth now, right?”

“Hold on there, not so fast,” Beth chimed up. “You’re not giving up any more details than that? I was just getting into it.”

“Give her a break,” Carly spoke up. “Just because you had to regale us with every dirty detail doesn’t mean she has to. She told a true story, that’s all that’s important.”

Beth huffed a little but finally conceded. “So ok, what are you going to ask Susie then?”