What if I told you the first time that I made out with someone it was another girl. Her name was Sarah. We were 18. One summer’s day, we were hanging out in her room, listening to music and talking about boys ... again. Her parents worked, her brother was out and we were alone. We sat together on her bed, chatting and giggling. We were both virgins, neither one of us had even kissed a boy yet. We talked about what sex must be like, what French kissing must feel like. We talked about being scared and feeling foolish. We talked about practicing on each other and giggled like mad. I joked that she wasn't my type. She started tickling me, which turned into a wrestling match. We rolled on the bed, my shorts ended up riding up into the crack of my ass and her halter-top was all askew. I could almost see a nipple. After a few minutes, she ended up on top and to my surprise, leaned in and she kissed me. Lightly, just a peck, then she pulled away, but didn’t get up, blushed and quickly apologized. I didn’t reply ... I just kissed her back. It was just another peck. We looked into each other’s green eyes and smiled. She again leaned down to kiss me, pressing her lips on mine. Her long red hair brushing my naked arms tickled. We kissed closed mouthed at first; slowly we started to explore the kiss. Sarah’s lips were full and soft, just like the boobs she had pressed against my own. We both had on halter-tops with no bras restraining our breasts. I remember the warmth I felt from her chest on mine. My mouth opened to feel her lip between mine. It was hard to breathe. I was excited and I was scared. What if someone came home? We kissed for ages, our hearts pounding, our bodies pressed close, before we started to explore with our hands. We took off our tops and rubbed against each other. Feeling skin on skin. We talked about how good it felt. She asked what I was doing tomorrow. I laughed. I knew what I wanted to be doing ... The feel of her breasts rubbing mine made me tingle. The sight of our nipples touching drove me mad. When she reached out and cupped my tit I thought my heart was going to explode, it was pounding so hard. I returned the favor and she gasped. Her breast was soft but firm, her nipples weren’t as long as mine, but they were rosy red, hard and seemed to be as sensitive as mine. We still lay with her on top, she pressed closer when I tugged her nipple a little. She had a leg between mine and pushed her thigh up into my pubic bone, pressing into my clit. She pressed her own into my leg and we humped, and kissed and fondled each other’s boobs. She commented on how much my nipples stuck out and gave one a playful flick. I gasped. I wanted her to suck it. I asked her if she would. Her reply was to bare her own. I took her nipple in my mouth; her hand went down my shorts. Then my mind almost exploded. When her finger touched my clit the rest of the world was gone and all I saw was Sarah and her beautiful tits. I reached down to feel her pussy; it was hot and as wet as mine. Her clit stood out, it was so hard. When I rubbed it she whimpered and bit her lip. We fingered each other and kissed and played with each other’s tits. We talked about masturbation and that really great feeling you get sometimes when you feel like you are going to jump out of your skin. When Sarah finally wrapped those full lips around one of my nipples and flicked the tip with her tongue, I felt like I was going out of my mind, I don't remember who came first. But I will never forget the feel of her in my arms, the taste of her, and the feel of her breast in my hand and her nipple in my mouth. If you liked this one I'll send other firsts.