.Here's the true story of the very first time....Now me and Jane had become an item over mutual love of heavy metal music during sixth form college (w...hich kind of dates me a bit,right..? Lol). She was an average looking girl with blonde hair and blue eyes but I found her really attractive....and besides I've never been what you would call a looker...see my face pics here for proof..lol. What really twisted my head was her appetite for sex. I don't mind admitting at that point,aged 16 myself,. "There are no men allowed, not even on the staff." Jennifer just gave me a sad little laugh."What's a best friend for if not to tell you the hard stuff? Tricia, your mother is a lesbian! She's been having an affair with her exercise trainer for at least six months!"At that moment, my Mom emerged from the club, a pink glow pleasantly colouring her cheeks. I stole glances at the way that pink drifted down into the neck of her deep-cut leotard top, and I had to admit that it looked an awful lot. There had to be more to it than simple proximity.I was still pondering the matter as I walked up my front path. I was about to rummage for my keys when the door opened and Wendy, who must have been watching for me, hauled me inside, slammed the door and jammed me against the wall as she started pulling at my clothes and seeing how far she could get her tongue down my throat. In a reciprocal spirit I fumbled to try to remove her clothing only for my fingers to find nothing but bare skin.I know I. Bart stood shell shocked, Lisa senesced this and went on "But she was only teaching me how to kiss for later, it wasn’t nothing...you know...I mean"...Bart was amazed, and then saw an opportunity."Have you ever kissed a boy”?, he asked.Lisa blushed."OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE'NT HAVE YOU"...Once again, Lisa blushed."Well their is no boy that would kiss me and...."She stopped."And what" Bart urged her on."Well, I know I practiced with mum, but without having a boy kiss me before I’m not sure if they.