Lisa's First Love Lessons

by Samantha Luvsya

Samantha enjoys the wonder of teaching a sweet 12-year-old girl about the many joys of lesbian love. First of (maybe) many chapters, if anyone likes it and wants more.

Samantha was not having a good week. On Monday, her girlfriend Cathy moved to New York with her family. Wednesday, she was among a dozen other workers laid off from work as the company 'tightened its belt.' She had already moved back into her mom's house because the apartment she had lived in for the past couple years had the rent raised beyond her ability to pay – good thing now with the delay in getting unemployment checks.

By Friday afternoon, the depressed teen decided to ease her sad feelings with a nice long swim in the backyard pool. A couple ice cold screwdrivers and the relaxing buzz of a couple blunts had put her in a very mellow mood.

Her cell phone brought her out of a wonderful daydream of making love with her (now ex) girlfriend. She pictured them in a long and tender 69 at the nude beach, loving the looks they got from people passing by.

It took a few rings to bring her back to reality. When she was able to make sense of things, it was her mother, calling to ask a big favor. Her mom's best friend at the last minute invited her to go to Las Vegas with her for the three day weekend. Her friend had already paid for the room and was going to surprise her boyfriend, but at the last minute, his boss needed him in Texas to get ready for a big sales meeting to start on Tuesday. Further complicating the plan was the fact that her friend's ex-husband had earlier in the day called to say he could not take their daughter for his weekend turn; "... because other things have come up."

"So here's the deal, Sam;" her mother said, speaking in an excited rush. "I really, really want to go, but with Kelly's ex being an asshole, she has no sitter for Lisa. She's paid a ton of money for the room and it's too late for a refund, so I am begging you to do me a huge favor and let Lisa come over to our house until Tuesday. Sweetie, I swear I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

While Samantha would like to have just said no, she heard the pleading tone of her mom's voice – and with the floating buzz she was enjoying, she quietly said; "Sure, no problem, I'm not doing anything anyway, am I?"

"Oh my God, thank you a million times, from both of us, honey! Kelly will call Lisa and tell her to head over to see you once she gets home from school. Yippiee! Wish me luck!" A sudden silence told Samantha her mom had ended the call. She drew a deep breath and wondered what she should do to get ready for Lisa.

First checking the fridge and finding it well stocked, Samantha checked the downstairs guest bedroom. She opened the windows for some fresh air but otherwise all was in fairly decent order. She began to wonder how this weekend would turn out; how she could entertain Lisa so that neither was bored; wondered if they would get along or have drama and fights.

A few minutes after 4:00 pm, Samantha started to get a clue to the answers. Her phone rang, it was Lisa making sure it was okay to come over now.

"Sure, I'm here, hey, you need a hand carrying anything?" Sam asked. "Nah, thanks anyway, I have all I need, I think, stuffed into my backpack and it's only a couple blocks, so I'll see you in a few, okay?"

It seemed only moments later when the doorbell rang. Sam opened the door and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. There on the doorstep stood Lisa, back-lit by the setting sun, her blond hair seemingly aglow. Dressed in a simple white T-shirt and Levis, Lisa was the very picture of a beautiful young girl blossoming into womanhood. She wore no training bra, her puffy nipples made that clear. Her shirt was also tapered so her thin waist was shown off, but not on total display. For 12 years old, Lisa was simply stunning.

Samantha just drank in this vision of sweet beauty as the girls stood there, checking each other out.

"Um, can I come in?" Lisa asked with a smile.

"Oh, yes, sure, I'm sorry … I'm a little dizzy, I've been outside in the sun by the pool a bit too long, I guess. Sorry."

Lisa just smiled and nodded. Samantha realized Lisa must have been checking her out too, as she stood there in her sheer white bikini. She was now 19, but retained the hard body of a 15 year old.

"Here, let me help a little," Samantha said as she reached over for the backpack Lisa now carried in front of her. "This is the guest bedroom, I think you'll be comfy in here," she said as she stepped in front of Lisa to lead the way, but Samantha also knew it was a good way to let Lisa check out her thong- clad bottom. An exhibitionist at heart, she couldn't resist the urge to tease a little. Her tingly buzz also gave her a little more encouragement to flirt.

"Awesome" was the only thing Lisa said when plopping down on the bed. She was all smiles.

"Okay, now that both of us have sort of been dumped for the weekend, whaddya say we make the best of this weekend? We can watch movies all you want, order out for pizza, go to the mall, maybe even the water park, or just sit here and tell silly stories. Sound okay to you?"

Lisa was nodding excitedly. "That sounds great!"

Samantha caught herself staring at the puffy little treasures Lisa's shirt concealed. She found herself wondering how much further they would rise, under her tender caresses and loving licks. But wait, she's only 12; how can I be thinking like this, she asked herself. But the longer she simply looked at Lisa, that question seemed to melt away as Samantha's urges grew. She also noticed how Lisa didn't even try to hide her stares at her boobs, swaying gently under the thin top.

"Well, I'll leave you to get settled. Put your things anywhere, this is your room to do with what you want, okay? I'm going to head down to the pool for a little bit more and then we'll figure out what we're gonna do for dinner."

Samantha's head was dizzy with naughty visions – a mixture of memories of her girlfriend and dreams of love with Lisa.

The cool water refreshed her as she dove in and swam underwater to the far end. She came up, clung to the edge and took in a deep breath. It was a decision that took only a moment – Samantha figured she would lead and tease and lure and seduce Lisa as best she could, and then take things as far as Lisa was comfortable with. The moment she seemed to be freaking out or otherwise uncomfortable with things, Samantha would back off. After all, she only wanted to enjoy the treasures of this sweet girl, while introducing her to the many joys of lesbian love, all done with sweet, loving tender care.

As Samantha came to grips with this plan, she heard the soft patter of bare feet on the concrete as Lisa approached. Sam opened her eyes to notice Lisa had on a fairly generic bikini, but one which was a couple years outdated.

"Whatcha think?" asked Lisa. "Kinda dorky, huh?"

"Oh no, honey, not at all … well … uh … sorta … okay, yes. But I bet it's not your fault. I bet your mom keeps saying no when you ask for a new bikini, huh?"

Again the happy nod and smile.

"Maybe we will go to the mall, at least for that. I know the feeling, so I will rescue you a little. As long as it don't cost a zillion bucks, you pick out whatever you want, and I'll buy it for you, okay? And you can keep it here if you think you mom will get mad about you having it."

"Really? Oh, yes, please, that would be so perfect!" Lisa said with a slight giggle behind her words.

"Like I said, I've been there, felt that, so no big deal. Now get in the water, silly!"

Samantha watched her walk to the shallow end. Even with the fairly frumpy bikini, Lisa just radiated sex. Her long, long legs now reminded her why some people called girls Lisa's age "colt-ish."

Lisa waded in, gasping at the coolness of the water. "Dive underwater, silly, doing it that way takes forever to get used to it," called out Samantha.

Lisa plunged in and swam over to Samantha. She grasped the edge next to her and let out a long breath. "Oh, this is wonderful! Wish we had a pool like this!"

"No problem. Anytime you want to come over, just call to be sure I'm here and jump on in!"

"Really? Oh thanks!" Lisa let go of the edge and hugged Samantha before dropping down into the water for more underwater twists, turns and flips. She was like a Dolphin, dancing in her element.

Samantha drank all this in and thought of suggesting to Lisa that they go skinny dipping, but she thought that might be rushing things a little. Always tomorrow, right?

For the next half hour, Samantha watched Lisa swim and float and bounce all around the pool, at times asking quick questions and then diving back underwater – other times coming up just long enough to gasp for air and give a giggle, then back down for another lap or two.

Lisa popped up right in front of Samantha, yelling "Boo!" and once again stared openly at Samantha's boobs, in her now fully transparent bikini.

"Eeeek!" Samantha said in false surprise. They both giggled.

"I bet you get all the boys drooling when you go swimming in that bikini," Lisa said. Samantha was impressed with Lisa's bold words and did not want to miss an opportunity to push things a little further.

"True, but I really wear this to see how the girls react. That's how I started out with my last girlfriend. I'm very bi, I hope that does not gross you out, but I won't ever lie to you either."

Lisa's eyes opened a bit wider as she smiled and said; "Oh my God, no, that's so cool, really!"

"Honest? You're not just saying that to make me feel good, are you?"

"Nope. A couple girls in my class are bi, one is a complete les, and besides, I won't lie to you either, okay?"

Samantha felt a weight lifted from her.

"Whew, thanks, sweetie. I was worried you'd freak out and call your mom or something. Thanks for being cool with this."

"Gotcha, no problem."

"All righty now, what say we get out and start thinking about what to eat? I'm gonna take a long warm shower and then wait for you in the kitchen while you do the same. Then we'll figger out if we want to cook or do pizza or whatever."

"Perfect, perfect, perfect," said Lisa as she climbed out, wrapped a big towel around herself and trotted to her room.

Samantha briefly toyed with slipping the girl a couple roofies, but quickly dismissed the idea, wanting Lisa to be aware of every loving moment, if and when it came her way.

Samantha actually rushed her shower, dried off but did not blow dry her hair. It hung down, glistening when the light hit it just right. She chose not to put a bra on and picked out a cropped T-shirt that exposed the bottom half of her boobs. She loved this shirt for teasing. If she reached up for anything, it would ride up, totally exposing her boobs to anyone wanting to look. And she knew a certain someone already had proven she liked to look, so why not take it to the next step?

While puttering around in the kitchen, Samantha heard the water shut off in Lisa's shower. Her heart was pounding as she anticipated the delicious moment when she would expose herself to Lisa, and wondering what the sweet little one's reaction would be.

A few minutes later, Lisa came to the kitchen, dressed in a large Mickey Mouse T-shirt and soft cotton running shorts.

Samantha sucked in her breath but quickly recovered. "You like Mickey too? I have a bunch of stuffed Mickey Mouse dolls and other stuff in my room – I'll show you later!"

Lisa was almost like a statue, looking at Samantha's bare boobs. The shirt had already ridden up to expose both very stiff nipples.

"Oh, oops, sorry," Samantha said as she tugged the tiny shirt down a little. "It's still so warm, and it's just us here, I hope you don't mind."

Lisa's smile returned. "Oh heck no, I've been wanting to do that with a couple of my T-shirts, but I'm afraid what mom might say. She's kinda strict, you know."

"Well, what can ya say? You didn't pick what family you were born into, right? Just got to make the best of things while you can, I say."

Lisa just smile and nodded, but kept her eyes locked on Samantha's boobs. Having this sweet 12 year old look at her like this was having its effect. Samantha wanted to just scoop her up, carry her to her bed and bury herself in the girl's pussy, licking her to trembling, shaking orgasms, one after another. She had to tell herself to slow down.

"If you want a soda or whatever, help yourself, the fridge is full. Do me a favor and bring me a coke, will ya?" Samantha asked as she sat on a stool at the breakfast counter.

Lisa broke her stare and brought out two cokes. "Oh, let me get a couple glasses," said Samantha as she got up to go to the cupboard. She reached up to get a couple tall plastic tumblers, again with the result in full exposure of her boobs. This time, she didn't bother to tug the shirt back down. She went to the ice dispenser; filled the tumblers and returned to sit on a stool next to Lisa, who once again was transfixed by the swaying of Samantha's boobs, now with a thin strip of white cotton material resting above them.

Samantha decided to act like she didn't know, or didn't care. "So, kiddo, whatcha want to eat? I could grill up a couple steaks, or I think we have some leftover spaghetti, or do we order Chinese or Pizza?"

For Lisa, she decided to act just as casual, all grown up like and not say a thing about Samantha being topless. "Um, well, cooking might be fun, but it's a lot of work, right? So I guess Pizza would be good, or Chinese. I do like the fortune cookies."

"Okay then, lemme find their number and Chinese it is," Samantha said. She was feeling a rush, exposing herself like this to her new little friend. It was like last summer at the nude beach, when she had so much fun letting everyone see her naked and taking in the beauty of the many naked families there, some with girls about Lisa's age, just slightly budding out, but yet with a totally hairless mound.

After placing their order, Samantha turned toward Lisa and pretended to – at last – notice she was totally exposed. "Ugh! This has shrunk even more lately. Sorry, but this is silly, don't you think?" She reached up to her neck and tossed the cropped piece of cotton across the room. "It's just us here, and you don't mind, right?"

Lisa excitedly nodded with her golden smile.

"So, you say you want to do this with your shirts, but your mom might get mad?"

"Yeah. She still wants to keep me as her little baby girl, but I'm not a baby no more. That's so lame!"

"You will not see me arguing with that honey, you are indeed growing up, in beautiful ways. Look at your long legs. And you have a sweet beautiful body. It's only natural to want to show it off a little. So tell ya what. I have a ton of old T-shirts upstairs. Whatcha say we go up, you pick out a couple you like, and we can crop them to show off your awesome tummy?"

"Can we?" asked Lisa in an excited voice.

"Heck ya, just we won't be as drastic when we crop them as I was with that one, ok?"

Both girls glanced at the tiny shirt now crumpled on the floor – and both burst laughing out loud.

Samantha was feeling more and more horny as she stayed topless for Lisa's loving stares. Her nipples remained almost painfully stiff.

"Okay, we have enough time to do this before the food gets here, if we hurry!" Samantha then scampered upstairs with Lisa quickly at her heels. "Forgive my sloppy room, I plan to clean it tomorrow."

Lisa looked around at how Samantha had things set up, from the posters on the walls to the canopy bed to the computer desk with a pretty screen-saver going.

"This is sweet," Lisa cooed. "Really!"

"Okay, over in my dresser, bottom drawer, right half is a bunch of shirts you can have. Pick out a couple and I will find the scissors"

Lisa giggled as she went through the T-shirts. Some plain, some with bold lettering, others with printed photos of Johnny Depp, Justin and Britney Spears and Christina. She brought two back to Samantha, one a purple print and a red one with an abstract design.

"Oh good choice! Now these will hang a bit baggy on you, but hey, all the more comfy, eh? So, for us to get this right, you gotta try each one on, then we see where you want it cropped."

Lisa looked a bit confused for the first time.

"The shirt you have on now, silly, it's gotta come off, so we know where this will look right on you."

Lisa hesitated for a moment.

"Ok, if you don't want to, it's cool with me. But don't worry about being embarrassed or anything, heck, you've seen mine for a long time now, right, and it's okay with me."

"But … it's just that … yours are so nice and big and pretty, and I have … nothing, really." Lisa was almost on the verge of tears as she looked down.

"Hey you. Listen to me now. I'm gonna tell you something, but it's just between us, okay? And remember, I will never lie to you."

Lisa looked up and nodded.

"Lots of people, like me, think that a girl's body is a very special, very wonderful, very beautiful thing, even way before sprouting boobies or growing hair down there." Lisa gave her a quizzical look. "I'm very serious. And besides, you've already at least got a pretty pair of puffy nippies, either that or you've been teasing me with cotton balls all afternoon!"

Lisa broke out into giggles. "No, silly, that's me, for real. Like you said, puffy nippies, but that's all."

"Oh my God, that's enough, sweetie! Really, you are perfect at every stage as you grow. You just gotta have more self confidence about your body – and that's what we're gonna work on, starting with these shirts. So come on now, off with the old, on with the new!"

Samantha's heart leaped as Lisa suddenly lifted off her shirt and tossed it on the bed, exposing two amazingly beautiful puffy nipples which seemed to stiffen a little as Samantha stared.

"Ohhhh, those are so perfect, so pretty! You're lucky, and so is anyone who gets to play with them someday!"

Lisa giggled more.

Samantha didn't know where she summoned the courage to put down the urge to clamp her mouth over these sweet puffs – but somehow she did.

"Okay, put one of these on and I will mark it so we can at least show off your tight tummy!"

Lisa slipped on the first shirt. It was indeed large across her shoulders and so long she could easily use it as a sleeping shirt. Samantha went quickly to work. Marking the shirt with a sharpie, she had Lisa take it off again so she could cut it with the scissors Samantha had a hard time looking at what she was doing, because now Lisa was just sitting there, not trying to cover up – looking all 'matter of fact' as Samantha now stared at her sweet little boobies.

The first crop was a bit uneven, so again Lisa shucked it off to be trimmed up. The final result was a good one. It showed off her flat tummy while keeping her nips covered.

It went the same for the next shirt, with Samantha not disguising her stares at Lisa's chest. She was wondering how smooth Lisa's pussy was, but she caught herself racing ahead in her desires.

Lisa stayed in the purple shirt, looking in the mirror with a new pride in her body.

"If you want, take a few of the rest for sleeping shirts, I don't wear them anymore."

"Really? Thanks!" Lisa bubbled as she rushed over to give Samantha a tight hug. Samantha hugged her tightly, pulling her body tightly against hers. She was sure Lisa could feel her hard nipples poking her. Samantha could feel Lisa's puffy buds through the thin T-shirt.

Their embrace was broken by the doorbell. Dinner was here. Samantha reached over to grab a T-shirt for modesty and then ran downstairs with Lisa to get the Chinese food.

End of part one of what I hope will be many chapters. (This is my first try at writing about special urges.) If you liked this, and want more, please email me and tell me, okay? I especially want to hear from other girls, who like me, adore sharing the discovery of sexual bliss with those who have not yet enjoyed it. The most perfect kind of teacher, if you ask me.

Again, more to come, getting hotter and hotter – IF you want me to. Let me know, please. Thanks!