Sunday, May 10
A personal note: Thanks to ALL of you who have reached out to tell me how much you enjoy my diary. I'm sorry if there have been some time gaps in posting. I'm still in school, and frankly the Spring quarter was a LOT busier than I thought it would be. In case you haven't caught on, I'm taking excerpts from my diary, starting about 5 years ago, and doing a little editing to prevent any doxing of my friends and family. (That editing part takes a while!) Two favors, though -- if there is anything you'd like me to stress or that you feel like I haven't explained enough, the PUH-LEAZE let me know! I love hearing from you. Also, Nifty is a great resource, and if you enjoy what you read here, please give the a little donation to help defray their costs -- https://donate.nifty.org/. Thanks, and hugs to all of you!!! -- Christy D.
We had some freak warm weather on Monday -- very unusual for our part of the world. Of course, I had class until 3 and Brie had 3 classes scattered throughout the day, but by late afternoon, we were both out by the pool (which Mom still had closed for the season) laying out in bikinis and catching some rays. I had a loose but bikini-cut bottom so that I didn't have to wear my cup/thong, and skimpy top cuz, well, not much there, folks! Brie showed up with the tiniest of thong bottoms and no top at all. Damn I envy her!
Mom was deep into some kind of zoom call on some business shit, so she didn't notice that Brie had raided the wine supply and brought us both a class of something white and nice. Mom actually looks the other way when we take a few nips out of her wine, and there's a really good chance this pandemic will turn Brie and I into alky's.
But whatever. Brie's parents finally pulled out of town to go fetch her grandma today. Randi came over, and the two of them went completely silent for a couple of days, `cept for whatever zoom classes I had with either of them. No surprise there. Brie and I finally made contact on Thursday after her parents had come home and Randi had left. I charged straight into it with her.
"So, what's it like, oh deflowered one?"
"Oh you have room to talk, Christy! You did the dirty deed with a yechy smelly BOY! At least my stroll down the romantic lane was with a nice, clean girl."
Apparently, so she explained, Randi had downloaded a copy of Blue is the Warmest Color. I dunno how they got it without paying for it (or may be she did, I dunno) but they apparently watched it like it was a documentary and how-to manual! `YouTube for Lesbians' I called it.
They didn't need to raid Brie's parents' liquor cabinet, cuz Randi brought over a couple of bottles of wine and they spent Monday night getting faced on one of those and watching the movie while cuddling under a pile of blankets on the floor in Brie's playroom.
"Did you stop the video in places and try stuff out?"
"No, shithead! We watched it all the way thru, but yeah, we cuddled a lot and there was a lot of hand action."
I was interested in this purely for academic purposes. Yeah. That's it. Nothing prurient at all. Of course, it was nice to know at least SOMEONE in my circle of friends was getting laid!
Anyway, after drinking an entire bottle of wine, and as Brie suggested `licking the insides of the wine glasses' (I guess that's some kind of code for practicing tongue action) they headed to Brie's bed. She said that they actually tore up the bed in the guest room, so that her parents wouldn't think they'd shared a bed (good spycraft here!) and actually got in bed in full pajama mode (or in Randi's case, sweat shorts and a t-shirt). As Brie described it, Randi took the lead, and turned Brie over on her side away from Randi to spoon and cuddle her. (I closed my eyes to imagine all of that, as if Carlos was cuddling me. Of course, in my imagination, I could feel his cock against my butt!) Randi began by exploring Brie with her hands, and in the process pulling Brie's jammies off until Brie was totally nekkid under the covers! Brie said that Randi has the most gentle fingers, and explored every nook and cranny, paying exceptionally close attention to the nooks.
Then Brie rolled over to face Randi, and started repaying the favor by pulling Randi's clothes off as well. Now the two of them were locked together, and Brie started her own manual exploration. Apparently, there was a LOT of kissing going on, and some oral exploration of sensitive parts (the `cranny' part of nooks and crannies, I surmised).
Before long, Brie was on the bottom (I could have predicted that) and Randy was kneeling over her, working her way down Brie's torso with gentle kisses. For a rank amateur, Randi seemed to know exactly where to go and what to do, and after a few minutes, was nuzzling between Brie's thighs. As Brie explained it, Brie was VERY shy to let Randi go there, but my guess is that Brie exaggerates her shyness just a bit.
From Brie's perspective, the rest of this was something of a blur, lasting somewhere between 1 and a zillion minutes. Randi found the juicy center of the tootsie pop, and with a new-found expertise, let Brie have an amazing (her words) amount of attention. Brie said it was nothing LIKE masturbating. It was giving herself over to another girl who had mastery of the female body.
Since Brie had been kind enough to tolerate two days of my `wet' dream stories, I had to tag along, again, purely for academic pursuit. Somewhere after a long while, Randi came up for air. Brie was still nearly passed out in agony/ecstasy. After a long while of catching her breath, Brie offered to return the favor. Randi said no -- "I want you to be refreshed and ready. Let's swap placed tomorrow night."
With that Brie and Randi wrapped their arms around each other in a two-girl scrum, and drifted off to sleep, their hair entangled, their legs entangled, and their fingers touching wonderful places.
"Whew," I said, "I'm a straight girl, like 99% into guys, ya know, but that's got me reaching for my fan and fainting medicine, Miss Scarlett!"
"Oh shut the fuck up, Christy. I know you like being impaled. Sorry there are no dick-pics in this story."
"Apology accepted. Now, what about Tuesday night??? Huh?"
"Tuesday night has to wait. I'm being paged downstairs. Apparently, we did too good of a job making it look like we didn't share a bed. Lots of dirty sheets, and apparently Grandma needs to spare bedroom."
"Ohhh... so next time Randi comes over, you're just gonna have to bite the bullet and share a bed, huh?"
"Sigh... I wish. Look, I'm headed off. I'll call you."
It was warm again on Saturday, and we headed out to the pool again. Becca called me a prude for not taking off my top, and I told her that if I had her boobs, I'd flash them on every street corner. But, yeah, she was right, and I took the top off, and Becca said, "I dunno what you're shy about. You're coming along fine. You've only been on hormones for what... 7 months? Eight? Something like that? I didn't have anything like that when I was going thru puberty and starting to bud. Are they sore?"
"I hadn't really thought about it for a while, but yeah, since the doctor changed my prescription they're starting to itch a little."
"That's good. That means you're getting ready for a growth spurt. Plus, your nipples look great. Your areola are just the right size and proportional. A LOT of girls in my dorm would kill for your boobs."
"Thanks, sis. That means a lot."
"How many of your girlfriends' boobs have you seen?"
"None, really, although kinda Brie's cuz I've seen her cleavage and she's got a huge rack, but everyone else is pretty covered up."
"Yeah, so that's it. You're probably no smaller than anyone else in your group, and you know what, guys don't give a shit."
I had to smile at that.
"You know about me and Carlos, right?"
"Yeah, I'm guessing he could care less one way or the other."
I laughed and said, "Yeah, sure, but I'll bet he'd rather be seen with a girl with a big rack than a small one,"
"Again, guys could care less."
I just laid back and caught some sun, but now I was thinking about my itchy boobs and smiling that maybe, yeah, I'd be on another growth spurt soon.