My name is Olive Rozalski, and like most girls: I've acted boy crazy from time to time while growing up. But all that changed the summer me and my best friend Sydney were heading to high school. I think it started the first day of summer when me, Sydney, and our friends had a pool party together. All of us took tons of photos and shared them with each other. It was such a fun day. So I collected, downloaded, and sorted through all the photos to make a collage of sorts I could share later. But as I began to look at the photos of that pool party, that's when I first realized something was changing in my brain. As I began to look at all of my friends and peers in their swimsuits posing for pictures together, I began to take careful notice of the bodies of several of the other girls. For reasons I couldn't explain, my eyes started to become fixated on many girls' legs, bare arms, and the shape of their hips. I especially began to stare carefully at every image of any girl wearing a bikini. All of that exposed skin, the belly buttons, and the cleavage... I couldn't help but bring my eyes closer to my screen to stare at it all.

As I kept staring, a part of me started to feel guilty. All of these girls, most of them my friends, if they knew that I was looking longingly at their bodies, I knew it would make them feel uncomfortable. As that realization entered my mind, a part of me wanted to stop what I was doing right then and there. But then I found myself looking at a picture of several girls with their backs turned, and I found my eyes just starring at all of the girls' butts; all those wonderful shaped young rear ends covered only by colored pieces of fabric. Many of them however wore bikinis that didn't cover all of their butt cheek skin. So I began to stare ever so longingly at so many girls' under-butt skin, wishing more butt cheek could be revealed.

But then I did a serious long pause at one picture. It was a picture I took of Sydney earlier that day. We were just being goofy in the moment, and while Sydney's back was to the camera, she had simply turned her head and put her hands on her butt cheeks while smiling at the camera. However what I didn't realize at the time was that Sydney in her goofy moment and pulled on her bikini bottom a bit to expose a little more of her young butt. I starred at that snapshot as if it was the most beautiful picture of all time. Those tan-colored underage butt cheeks, so soft, so smooth, and so beautiful. I just loved looking at them. It seems so weird to say this, but there's something beautiful about the human butt. I mean when it's not doing it's thing in the bathroom, it's like a magical cushion that keeps us comfortable when we sit. It's strong and can take more pain than other body parts, and yet it's the one part of our bodies that cannot do any harm. It cannot say rude words like or make mean faces like our heads can. It can't punch of kick like our arms and legs can. The butt is just this beautiful part of body that represents peace and beauty, and a girls' butt will always be more beautiful than a man's, due to girls' butt typically not growing hair down there, and thus: a girls' butt just feels more pure and innocent; and yet somehow the human race decided it was better to cover it up.

I began to look at more pictures from the pool party, trying to find any more pictures of Sydney's young booty. I found a picture of her taken from the side. This picture excited me greatly as well, as it gave me a perfect angle to truly see Sydney's butt size. That natural curve, like a beautiful hill made of human flesh; oh, how I wanted to see more. Plus, it didn't hurt that Sydney had her arm positioned in the picture so her hand blocked most of the view of her bikini bottom, creating the illusion she had no bikini bottom on. The thought/fantasy of seeing that excited me. I then found another picture from later in the day in which Sydney's bikini bottom started to get all bunched up between her butt cheeks, causing more of the far right and left her buttocks to come into view. Oh God, they were beautiful.

But then another feature of Sydney's grabbed my attention. I found photos of her bending down, and got many shots of her cleavage. Oh God, it didn't even dawn on me till today that my girl Sydney has real boobs now. In a photo of her bending over, I saw those lovely breasts really start to hang down; now able to see their actual size. Oh God, I wish I could see them completely uncovered. Just like the butt, I wish girls never had to cover their breasts. We grow up being told while young to hide our chests, because for some reason: unlike boys, girls aren't meant to share their full beauty of their upper bodies. If I am to see all the crazy amounts of chest hair on men at a pool, then why cannot I view the beautiful image of another woman's boobs. That curved shape, that round feel, soft and yet somehow also firm. Like the butt, breasts cannot cause harm. They are a thing of beauty, and Sydney's I knew had to be the most beautiful.

But then I saw the next great sight. Sydney sitting on the pool deck with her legs stretched out. and I guess her bikini bottom wasn't that tight, because when I zoomed on the picture, I could clearly see the far edges of Sydney's mound. I couldn't see the full prize, but I realized I was seeing the very edges of Sydney's vagina. Oh God, what a sight. No little hairs sticking out; she was still hairless down there. I found more pictures of stretching by the pool. Oh God, to know the edges of that little piece of fabric she was wearing were just less than inch away from uncovering the center of womanhood left me feeling so turned on. For reasons I couldn't understand, when I first studied tasteful images of human bodies in my Health Class textbook, I always found the image of the woman's vagina more pleasing than the man's penis. When it comes to sexual intercourse, the man's penis in a sense: invades the woman, it shoots it's ammo into the other party, and is as hard as a gun when it's turned on. By the woman's private member is not a weapon. It is simply a part of her that when touched brings pleasure. It is smaller, simpler, smoother, and less intimidating upon appearance. The woman's vagina to me just seems more inviting to touch, which caused me to begin to fantasize about touching the vagina of my best friend Sydney.

But that's when I instantly turned off my screen and became suddenly nervous in a cold sweat. It just dawned on me. I was having sexual desires for my best friend. My best friend who is a girl. This was wrong. This wasn't right. This couldn't be. Sydney was my best friend in the world. If she knew I had sexual feelings towards her, it could destroy our friendship. Plus, being attracted to a woman was not part of my life plan. I wanted to have kids one day, and a man is necessary for that plan. And no, I don't want to adopt. I want children of my own, with a male figure who can raise them with me. Children need good male role models. Plus, I don't know how'd my family react. My parents always talked to me about a good man should treat a woman, so I'm pretty sure they were expecting me to remain straight Meanwhile, my grandparents would say I'm going to hell for just thinking about having sexual relations with another female. Plus, my mother made me take a purity pledge when I was ten. I couldn't just give it up just so me and Sydney could... No. I couldn't be feeling these feelings. I just couldn't.

A few weeks later, Sydney invited me over for a sleepover. Somehow I was able to push all of the sexual thoughts I had for her out of my head for a time. However, like a cracked dam unleashing a flood of water; so too did my un-pure thoughts that evening when it was time for bed. When it was time for us to switch from her clothes to our pajamas, Sydney began to take off her clothes so casually like she always did during our sleepovers. But this time I began to study her body more as she did. I watched as she stripped down to her bra and panties. Her bra: a think white fabric with pink edges, that wrapped tightly around her firm round rack. her panties... oh God, she was practically wearing a thong. They was white lace with a decorative pattern on the front of them, while the back of her panties barely covered any of her butt cheeks. She was practically wearing a thong. For the first time, I could see 90% of of Sydney's smooth underage booty. I was so turned on, that as I changed, once I was down to just my own underwear, I instinctively put my right hand under my panties and began to rub the opening of my womanhood a bit.

Then everything stopped when Sydney turned her head, saw where my hand was placed, and asked, "Olive, are you okay?" Instantly I moved my hand up. I felt like I had been caught committing a crime red-handed. Is this the feeling criminals feel when they're caught doing a crime that they know will get them committed to prison for life? It felt like my world had become shattered. Everything was over. Humiliated, I grabbed my things and tried to head towards the door. But I stopped when Sydney spoke to me with a voice that was not horrified but sympathetic, as she asked, "Olive, where are you going? Are you feeling all right?" Not looking at Sydney, I kept my eyes fixated on the door as I said, "I have to leave." Then Sydney gently touched my hand (the hand that had been in my underwear moments ago), and gently had me look at her as she said, "Olive, what's wrong?" I looked at Sydney. But not at her face. My eyes trailed down to her breasts. Oh God, I couldn't stop starring at her hot features now. Then Sydney noticed where my eyes were starring. Then suddenly a look of clarity went across Sydney's face as she said, "Oh."

Suddenly I was very terrified again. Sydney figured it out. Me and her had become so close, we could read each other's minds at times. And Sydney had hacked into mine. She knew. She knew it all now without me saying a word. But Sydney surprised me again when she said, "Well... I'm flattered." Oh God, this girl really was the kindest human being on the planet. Then Sydney continued by saying, "I mean... I don't know if I feel the same way, but... I'm willing to try it if you are." However I began to feel terrified again as I said, "But... I don't know if I am Sydney. I don't know if I really want to be with a woman. I want to have a family, have kids, and have those kids have a dad one day. I don't see myself having a long-term intimate future with a woman." However Sydney without missing a moment, then said, "But... if the relationship meant something special to you... would you consider doing it with a girl?" I paused for a moment, my throat felt scratchy for an instant. But then I opened my mouth and said, "Yes. But I would be terrified that once I crossed that line, I could never come back." Then Sydney gently touched both my hands and said, "Olive, I'm your best friend. And I'll make you this promise. If we try it, and you don't like it, then we'll promise to act like it never happened. We'll pretend it's a moment erased from history. But if we try it and you do like it... well won't you feel good that you gave it a shot?" I paused for a very long moment this time. But then I opened my mouth and said, "Yes."

Sydney and I then looked into each other's eyes and slowly brought our faces near the other. I began to sweat and feel nervous as the forbidden fruit approached me. This was it. This was the first step into the point of no return. Then... our lips met. Suddenly I found myself kissing my best friend. At first I could only think about this felt so weird. Then I thought about how this felt so nice. Then I thought about how this felt so perfect. Our noses rubbed against each other as a passion began to build between us. We both began to wrap our arms around each other, and hugged the other tightly. Then I began to instantly tell Sydney had been thinking about doing this as much as I had. Because I felt Sydney's hands touch my butt, starting to explore it. She was curious about my butt too! I grabbed her young butt cheeks in response. Our kiss stopped as we giggled. A wave of relaxation began to come over both of us.

Then Sydney began to make light kisses around my neck. Oh God, it felt like little butterflies ticking my neck. Then Sydney moved her hands towards my bra. She began to fiddle with the hook in the back. I was surprised a bit. Sydney saw my look of surprise, stopped, and said, "Can I?" I smiled and said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Sydney smiled again. We both put our own hands behind our backs and at the same time - unhooked our bras and let them fall to the ground. My best friend Sydney was now topless before me. Her full firm round underage breasts were in full view in their spectacular light brown/ tanned color, complete with their adorable dark nipples. I could see Sydney was starring at my own young boobs, the image of my light pink nipples I had never been more proud of. Then Sydney moved her face down and began to make light kisses on my young developing breasts. Oh God, her lips felt amazing there. She eventually began to lick the entire area of skin that surrounded my nipples with her with her wet tongue. Then her teeth met my nipples and she nibbled at them. Oh God, yes. YES! This is how a woman's breasts should be treated! I let out a loud moan suddenly, which seemed to scare Sydney. She moved her head up and instantly said, "Are you okay Olive? I'm sorry I..." I smiled as I interrupted her and said, "No Sydney. It's okay. That felt... really nice. Come on. Why don't we both get completely out of our underwear and I'll help you feel nice."

We then both got into Sydney's bed as we both slipped our panties off, now becoming completely naked before the other. We both took a moment to look at the other's vagina. Sydney's underage womanhood was so smooth, so heavenly; such a perfect mound, with a perfect little opening in the middle begging the be touched. Oh, how I wanted to feel what that little line in the upside down hill made of human flesh felt like. But I wanted to build up to that grand moment. I wanted Sydney's whole body to feel special tonight. I then then got behind Sydney and began to massage her shoulders. Sydney smiled as I said, "Just relax Syd. Just enjoy the moment." Sydney smiled more as I continued. Then I moved my hands around Sydney's body and began to grab and gently massage Sydney's young breasts. I knew from personal experience how I liked to touch my own boobs, and had a feeling that Sydney liked hers touched the same. I gently rubbed them massaging the skin around her young nipples, and then gently squeezed them as well. Then I slowly moved my my hands down Sydney's stomach rubbing that area softly. Then I moved my fingers just between Sydney's legs and touched the outer area of Sydney's mound. Doing this, immediately caused Sydney to let out a soft moan.

Then it was time to be bold. I stuck two of my fingers into Sydney's vagina, slightly curled them inside, and began to rub against Sydney's womanhood. Yes, I had crossed the threshold. I was now sexually pleasuring another woman. Just like our first kiss, invading Sydney's young vagina with my fingers felt weird at first, then nice, and then simply amazing. It felt so moist, so wet, and yet so hot. The sensation of having my fingers inside another girls' body, bringing immense pleasure to her, brought immense pleasure to me. Eventually Sydney opened her mouth wide and said, "Ahhhh! Ohhhh!" I suddenly took her fingers out of Sydney worried and said, "What!? Did I hurt you?" Sydney smiled and said, "No. It's just... that was really pleasurable." I then said, "I'm sorry if I I went too..." Sydney then said, "No. It was just right. Come on Olive. Lay down and you relax now."

Obeying my incredibly hot best friend, I laid down on the bed as Sydney moved her face towards my young vagina. Sydney looked into my eyes, and then I nodded at her. Sydney then brought her mouth towards my underage vagina as it immediately dawned on me what she was about to do. This was it. This was final moment of no return. My womanhood, my vagina, my sexuality, and my soul was going to be irreparably changed after this moment. And then... Sydney stuck her tongue into my underage womanhood. OH GOD, it felt amazing! The wet sensation of Sydney's tongue against the wet walls of my vagina... I had never know pleasure like this could exist. Then it dawned on me that at this point I was breaking my purity pledge, was instantly becoming a disappointment to my family, maybe heading to hell, and definitely screwing up my dreams for an ideal traditional family in my future. But for some reason... I didn't care. In this moment, being touched by Sydney in this sexual way, this loving way, this pleasing way... it was all that mattered. Feeling Sydney being so open, so close, and so intimate with me like this simply felt... perfect. The wetness of Sydney's tongue eventually began to turn me more as she moved her mouth's member deeper into me. However I wanted Sydney to really dig her tongue into me. So I dug my fingers into Sydney's hair, pushing her head down hard. I wanted Sydney to freaking eat me out. Then Sydney made this even more hotter, and began to also squeeze my butt really hard with her hand. It hurt a little, but the feeling of Sydney's fingers on my butt turned me on even more.

Eventually Sydney sat up and looked into my eyes and smiled. Without saying a word, we stretched our legs out a bit exposing our respective vaginas more. Sydney then laid her head down at the back of the bed, while I laid my head down at the front of the bed. Then Sydney brought her beautiful hairless vagina towards my young smooth vagina and had them touch. Sydney then pushed her legs towards each other so that my body was squeezed between them (with Sydney's legs pushing against my stomach and butt). The two of us then both began to push and rub our vaginas against the other; with both of our vaginas rubbing onto the other's leg a bit and then back onto the other's vagina back and forth. We instantly began to shake our young bodies hard, building a friction between our forms. Then to build up the friction, we each also brought two fingers down and stuck them in the other's vagina. Now each respective womanhood was rubbing against the other's leg, vagina, and fingers. It was like rubbing sticks to make a fire. However what we were creating felt like a huge flame. I had never known that a girl could feel pleasure like this. It was like every atom of my body was soaked in immense happiness right now. To be completely naked with my best friend, nothing separating our young naked underage bodies from each other, being so exposed, both of us completely letting our guard down, so completely in love with each other's bodies and souls... it was the most perfect moment in all of existence.

As we continued to sexually please each other, I heard Sydney yell, "Oooo. Oh God. Ohhh! Oh Olive! Yes! Oh yeah! Ohhhh! Oh my God! Oh Olive! Oooohhhh Oooooolllllivvvvvveeeee!" Meanwhile I called out, "Ohhhhh. Oh yeah! Sydney, I... Ohhhh! OH SYDNEY! YES! SYDNEY! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" Then at the same moment, a huge wave of pleasure overtook as both yelled, "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" And then suddenly in the same instant, like two singers in perfect harmony, me and my best friend orgasmed at the same moment. We let out a load moan together as well, again like singers in harmony. Bright fluids poured out of our underage bodies, making our upper legs and the bed sheets beneath us immediately a bit sticky. We both shook as the heavenly climax of pleasure occurred. And then... it ended. Sydney got off my body and laid by my side. We both looked at the ceiling for a moment, unable to put into words what just happened. But then Sydney broke the silence and said, "So... what now?" I turned my body on my side as I gazed at the beauty that was Sydney's nude form and said, "I liked it Sydney. I liked it a lot. But..." Sydney then read my mind and finished my sentence as she said. "You're still not sure what this means for the rest of our lives though right?" I nodded and said, "Yeah." Then Sydney with a voice of completely kindness and understanding said, "Olive... we don't need to put a label on this. At least not for now. Just know... no matter what happens... I'll always be here for you. Ready to be just your best friend if you want that. And willing to be much more if you want that too." I smiled and said, "Thank you Sydney."

THE END