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Between leaving college and starting uni I was still a little inexperienced when it came to the ways of the world. I had not long had my eighteenth birthday. I was still learning how blonde hair, boobs and a big bum was not just a random assortment of genes. I had become an adolescent playground if the reaction from guys and other girls, when I walked to college was anything to go by. Guys though were not on my radar. I found them fascinating in some ways but I certainly wasn?t ready to give up my treasured virginity. However, being chaste didn?t mean I was innocent. I had had a single experience with one guy my age a month or two earlier. He was shy and cute, and largely satisfied my curiosity. It was a brief and very messy interlude during one of the idle moments between exams. I had nothing against men but I guess even by that time I knew my sexual preferences lay in a different direction. I had only messed about with a couple of girls. One of these was no more than a few giggly kisses at a party. The other girl was more of a play mate than a proper girlfriend. We had been friends from our second year at secondary school, I guess that?s 7th grade for American readers. It just seemed natural that our affection for each other spilled into the bedroom once we had turned sixteen. We would kiss at every opportunity and two or three nights a week we would meet at each other?s house. As far as our parents were concerned we were just doing normal teenage stuff. Instead we were exploring each other. Kissing, licking and sucking each other to orgasm after blissful orgasm. After a while we became more adventurous and introduced toys into our little games. Giving up my pussy to my best friend was one of the best moments of my life and I?ll treasure those days always. Going to different universities would end everything abruptly, but it would never end the beautiful friendship we had. It was in the spring three months after my birthday and I was sent to Europe effectively, by my Dad so I could get to know the other half of my family better rather than getting up to no good in my bedroom or loitering around town. I managed three weeks with my auntie and then my Gran before I decided that I needed to get up and go. I persuaded my Gran to convince my Dad that it would be good for my personal development to do some travelling. My Gran had a friend who had moved to Vienna several years back and she said it would be OK if we stayed with her. I knew my Grandmother was still missing my Grandfather who had died too young and I think she appreciated the change of scenery. So with my Dad transferring a pot load of money into my account, we set off south through Hungary to Austria. For two days it was great, being in a big old house but I think they knew an 18 year old girl needed to do her own thing. It goes without saying that Maltepe Escort she was a little concerned with me going off for several days but I was sensible and promised I would be OK. I caught a train and just got off in an area in the far east of the country with a huge lake with marshes. It was just super and my exploring gene suddenly switched into fourth gear. In the five days I decided to make my time worth while and not simply be a tourist. I was and still am, a very inquisitive person and wanted to know about the culture of the place. I was taken out by a kindly fisherman, so I could see the lake properly. He knew what all these different birds were but unfortunately didn?t speak much English so all the names were in German I guess. He was quite an old guy, and I never thought he looked at me more than as a whacky English girl, whereas I would have been more concerned with a younger man. When I wasn?t walking and making a nuisance of myself on boats I was waltzing around the shops in the nearby village and that?s where my little trip suddenly went from one of teenage whimsy to a tale of passion. I was looking at some necklaces and earrings on one of those little carousel things. I was turning it one way and she was turning it the other and we exchanged a giggle as we almost sent the whole thing crashing down. ?Whoops! Sorry,? I said looking at the pretty, fresh-faced girl with brown hair who had a similar taste in jewellery to me. ?It?s OK, no harm done.? ?I know, but I?m like a bull in a china shop at the best of times,? I joked. ?Like me! Butter fingers,? she said. I looked at her lovely red nail polish. ?They?re lovely. Did you buy it here?? ?No, I brought it up for the trip. You on holiday I take it?? She asked. ?Yes, I?m touring kind of.? ?Me too. First time in Europe? so seeing the sights.? ?Oh lovely. Where did you go before here?? ?Rome and Venice.? ?Oh no! I so want to go to Rome!? ?You should, it?s truly amazing.? A girl knows when another girl is checking her boobs. It?s a bit more subtle than guys but she was glancing down more than just randomly. As a double D and still growing, I was quite a handful and my elasticated crop top didn?t exactly hide my assets. Even so, I was not only flattered but mildly excited. She was quite cute, a few years older than me and very feminine. Something about her intrigued me. I don?t know why, but she did. ?I don?t suppose you want to go for a coffee?? I suggested, casually. ?Sure thing,? she said, brightly. ?OK! Good! I?m Danielle by the way.? ?Hi Danielle, that?s a lovely name. I?m Sarah.? We touched hands in a girlie kind of way and thanked the shop keeper before going back into the warm Austrian sunshine. We didn?t need to walk far and found a coffee shop not far from the station. ?Do you want to share one of those Maltepe Escort Bayan apple tarts?? Said Sarah, as she ordered the drinks. I wanted to get the drinks as it was my suggestion, but Sarah insisted. ?It?s a strudel. Yes, it would be nice, thank you.? ?So where you from, New Zealand?? I asked, as we walked to a little table in the window. ?No, guess again!? I was rubbish with accents. I had more or less deduced the southern hemisphere but to me a Kiwi and a Springbok were just names on the TV. I was more interested in her sweet voice and her cheeky face and what other amazing things she had seen in Rome. I had dreamed of going to see the Cistine Chapel as a cultural and spiritual pilgrimage. I was having a different sort of epiphany though as I looked at Sarah. I found myself seeing another girl in a way I hadn?t quite experienced before. My little sex buddy back home and I had almost drifted into our relationship more than exercised a conscious effort to be a couple. ?So you must have seen the painting of the Last Supper?? ?Yes.? ?Oh I?m so jealous!? ?And the Basilica and the Castle ?D?Angelo!? ?Oh stop it. I want to go now!? ?Ha ha Danielle! You?re so funny.? ?Am I?? Sarah smiled and sipped her coffee. ?You?re very young to be travelling alone,? she continued. ?Not really. I?m eighteen and anyway I?m not travelling alone as such. I came down with my Grandmother. We?re staying in Vienna. I just wanted a few days to myself.? ?Oh well even so, but I?m like you Danielle. Sometimes you just have to follow your inner girl.? ?Oh I know? how old are you Sarah?? ?Twenty four.? ?I was going to say twenty four!? ?Ah? where are you staying?? Asked Sarah. ?The one by the lake.? ?I know the one, I?m just in the road behind there. Is yours nice?? ?Yes, I don?t spend much time there to be honest.? ?OK well I was going to go shopping for tops, do you want to come? Not that I?m getting you to spend your Euros,? said Sarah, thoughtfully. ?Oh that?s OK, my Dad will just top me up, if I run low.? ?Ah still the bank of Mum and Dad is it?? ?For now. Well the bank of Dad really, my Mum wants me to get a Saturday job but I can?t be arsed.? Sarah laughed and we agreed to raid the next boutique we saw. ?Ah that?s beautiful!? I said, looking at the brightly-coloured blouse that Sarah was flattening against her body. I had chosen a couple of tops and wanted to try them on. ?Did you notice if they have a changing room?? ?I guess so,? said Sarah. She disappeared momentarily towards the back of the shop and beckoned me to where the woman was standing and we were shown the one cubicle with it?s thick orange curtain. We hung our togs on the silver coat hooks and Sarah began to unbutton her blouse. I hesitated before lifting my crop top. I wasn?t wearing a bra, which didn?t bother me but I found Escort Maltepe myself watching Sarah as she exposed her white bra and her little puffy mounds of cleavage. It was Sarah?s turn to stare as I pulled my top off, making my tits bounce. ?You?re blessed Danielle!? ?Aren?t I!? ?I got this far when I was fifteen and then stopped,? she said, a little forlornly. ?Don?t be silly, you look lovely Sarah.? Sarah half changed into her new top, half glanced at my boobs as I decided which of mine to try first. ?What do you think?? Asked Sarah. ?It?s perfect. It really goes with your hair and everything.? ?I think that?s a bit small,? she said, pointing to my top, which was made for someone less well endowed. ?I know, maybe this one.? Sarah took hers off and turned to try the next one. ?Why don?t you try that one next to your skin?? I suggested. ?What do you mean?? ?Without your bra.? Sarah looked at me with comical contempt. ?Is that a round about way of saying you want to compare boobs?? ?Oooh rumbled!? We giggled at each other and then Sarah released the catches on her bra and showed me her beautiful perky breasts. They were small but to quote an overly-used expression - perfectly formed. But they really were. Just the right sized nipples. A shade darker than mine with tender looking areola with those cute little goose bumps. I looked at them quite brazenly and took my own top off. We both found ourselves looking down at our own breasts and then at each other?s. I can only guess that there was a simultaneous feeling of wonderment as we stood there, not even trying to hide the fact that we were enjoying the mutual boob flashing. What I didn?t know at that precise moment was that like me, Sarah was having a delicious tingly warmth down there. We each ended up with one new item of clothing and went outside with me wondering what on Earth I was going to do. I was absolutely craving to see Sarah naked. She had done something. That one silly moment in the cubicle had lit a spark, which I knew wasn?t going to just be extinguished. The thing was, I didn?t know if Sarah was straight or what she was. Maybe she was a little reticent, owing to the age difference, although I didn?t see six years as that significant. I wanted her to give me a sign. ?Do you want to see my room? I?ve got half a bottle of wine in the fridge,? she said as we dawdled down the little high street. ?Yes!!!? Sarah looked at me with that same accusatory glance that she had used in the cubicle. ?I mean? yes that would be lovely.? Sarah?s room was smaller than mine but was similarly decorated with the white, plastered walls and the local vignettes of fishing scenes and so on. She discarded her hand bag and shopping on the bed and fetched the bottle of Merlot as I placed my purchases on the back of a little wooden chair. ?Make yourself comfortable,? said Sarah, as she poured two generous measures. I sat on her bed and found myself studying her figure in the light of the room. Her skirt was quite short, giving me a nice view of her slim legs. Her bum wasn?t big but the cotton still had that way of making the presence of her ass cheeks known as she moved.