Brenda Richter was one of those girls that every other girl in the school either loved or hated, but all envied. Michelle was no different. She had admired the girl's curvaceous, perfect body and cover-girl looks since she first met her. Brenda had a confident air about her that was disarming too, though this didn't seem like a great mystery to the lesser blessed girls of the school; with looks like Brenda's--those penetrating green eyes, long, flowing wavy blond hair, and silken, flawless skin--who couldn't be confident?

Michelle was no slouch herself. Though petite (a good seven inches shorter than the tall, stunning Brenda), the brunette Michelle had the doe-eyed face of an innocent: luminous brown eyes, large and captivating, and a fine, slender but well developed body too. The boys were always looking at her behind, and indeed, it was her greatest attribute: a masterfully sculpted half-globe of sumptuous wonder, and could not be improved upon one iota. Her fair skin only had a few small freckles on the shoulders and back, and was otherwise as clear and baby-soft as Brenda's. Michelle's dark brown hair was thick, straight, and as sweet to the touch as the finest silk, draped in shining majesty over her bare shoulders as she sat by the pool, watching her friends. She didn't feel like going in, and was just enjoying the party walking around, snacking, and, flirting a bit with a couple of choice boys.

"Better latch onto one early," her friend Barbara had joked, "Brenda will have them all drooling after her soon enough." The two long-time friends shared a giggle. Barbara was one of a group of friends that had actually woven their way into the inner circle of Brenda's coveted companions. In fact, Brenda was a mentor of theirs, in a way, as she had calmly inferred her vast experience with boys. Well, naturally, everyone wanted to know details. This was the age that mental note-taking, and learning from the "pros" was paramount. One girl had fearlessly admitted she wanted to learn how to kiss really well, so that she would knock her boyfriend out of his socks. The other girls giggled, and joked about "kissing lessons," but Brenda made it pretty clear that a lesson or two wasn't a bad idea. Whispers followed during a sleepover: "Brenda, could you... I mean... help me..." and "Hey, I heard Brenda gave Lisa some lessons..." and the rumors started to fly. How, everyone wondered, do you get kissing lessons from someone of such stature and experience. Just go up and ask? No one had the guts to do that, but the girls started to watch each other and listen for hints, trying to figure out who, if anyone, had done so. It was a secret within a secret, one that no one wanted to admit to, and everyone wanted.

One night, at Barbara's house, there was a slumber party that Brenda had missed. The chat topic meandered to Brenda, naturally, and Michelle had blurted out, "Ooh, I would kill for some kissing lessons from that girl." Peals of nervous and uncertain laughter followed, and the girls lolled on their pillows, socked feet waving in the air in their nighties and panties as they penetrated the night with fantasy talk of dreams and desires.

Michelle got up from her patio chair and weaved her way through the gaggle of schoolmates, drawing a few stares from the boys in the group as she wiggled slowly to the wet bar in her miniscule light blue bikini. Brenda had just turned around after grabbing a coke, and flashed a smile that would have sold out the "Seventeen" rack at the grocery store in seconds. Michelle watched her walk away for a few seconds, and sighed in silent envy at the body, a work of anatomical genius, magnificent in the tiniest red t-back bathing suit that probably would have had the parents sending everyone home, if any parents had been here. Michelle got a diet Sprite and walked back to her chair, where Barbara was.

"Aren't you going in the pool?" Barb asked.

"Yeah, but not yet... just want to hang out for a while first. She tossed her long, chestnut brown hair back and spied a boy, Tommy Raller, that she liked. Maybe now would be a good time to make small talk with the football star, before Brenda walked by him. She moved slowly, and then stopped watching from a distance. Michelle was at the far corner of the patio, standing almost of the shadow of the lights. Beyond that was the lush landscaped yard of the huge mansion-like home. She cocked her head, trying to lip-read Tommy as he chatted with another boy, when she felt a warm hand on shoulder.

"Hi," the honeyed voice came from behind. Michelle turned to see Brenda standing there, smiling. Brenda had yet to be in the pool either, and she was radiant, as always.

"Oh, hi Brenda, how's it going?"

"I heard you wanted lessons," Brenda said, fixing her emerald gaze on Michelle.

Michelle frowned for a moment, unsure of what she meant. "Lessons..." she repeated, trying to find the memory. Just then, Brenda took her wrist.

"It's ok," Brenda said, "you don't have to be shy about it. I'll be glad to give you some."

Michelle just stared at her, wondering.

"Now is a good time, actually... this party is kind of dull right now, and I don't feel like swimming. Do you?"

Then the "lessons" meaning dawned on Michelle. The kissing lessons! She blushed deeply, but before she could say a word, Brenda's grip on her wrist had her following the blonde girl down past the patio lights into the darkness. "C'mon," Brenda said, pulling Michelle past the shrubbery to a tree-shrouded area near a brick wall.

Michelle wanted to protest at first, but her head was swimming. Ok, she thought, why not now? Tommy would be there later anyway, and maybe her friends could enjoy boy-hunting without the main competition around. She followed dutifully, feeling almost like a child being led by a teacher, and in essence, wasn't that was Brenda was going to be? She couldn't help but glance at the gentle twitch of Brenda's buttocks, as perfect as her own and separated only by the slender strap of red fabric nestled in the crevice of her bottom. Brenda led her to a beautiful, heavily foliated garden, with a little brick footpath. Palm trees and big oaks were jumbled together along with large, lush ferns, and there was soft ground level lighting coming from the shrubbery, casting gentle shrouds of dark blue and green light, enough to see each other and the wrought-iron bench nearby. Her bare feet tingled on the cool brick footpath, which ended at the bench.

Brenda turned around and smiled down at her. "You did want the lessons, right?"

"Umm... well, yeah," Michelle said, a blush creeping across her face. She could hear the chatter of the party like a TV in another room.

"Well, all you had to do was come and ask, me, girl," Brenda half-scolded, "but we'll deal with that later."

Michelle had no idea what that meant, but her concern quickly left when Brenda stood close in front of her. "Ok," Brenda said, like a coach, "important position when kissing a boy, is to tilt your head a little... and don't be in a hurry to give tongue. Let him start. You just open your mouth a little for him, and let him start. Understand?"

"I... I think so," Michelle said nervously.

"All right," Brenda went on. "Let's try this first, just open your mouth, and lean in a little, and remember the tilt. I'll be the boy, ok?"

That made sense. Michelle was 5'2, Brenda towered over her at 5'9. Michelle swallowed and tilted her head slightly, parting her lips. As Brenda's face came closer, she looked at the approaching mouth in wonder (Brenda Richter's lips... about to kiss mine???). Michelle stood still, her arms at her sides, as Brenda, with a hand on each of Michelle's shoulders, enclosed her mouth firmly with hers. It couldn't be helped that Brenda's full breasts, barely covered by the bikini, touched hers, and the fabric was thin enough on both of their garments for Michelle to feel the taller girl's nipples poking her skin gently. Brenda's mouth was a luscious fruit sent from the gods. There was, at first, a vague cool trace of Coca-Cola, then the warmer sweetness of the girl's mouth, her lips soft but commanding as they engulfed hers.

Michelle tried to concentrate on the technique, and waited for Brenda's tongue. It stabbed gently into her mouth just then, making contact with her own, and Michelle responded, moving her tongue forward. It slid sensually against Brenda's and Michelle felt a bolt of pleasure course through her, spreading into her veins like a runaway river. The sensations startled her, she had awkwardly kissed a couple of boys on the mouth before, but never knew that kissing a girl could feel quite like this.

Brenda broke the union of their mouths suddenly and smiled at her. "Relax." She rubbed Michelle's bare shoulders up and down comfortingly. "You did fine, you just need to relax. Let's try again."

Michelle found that she could only nod, her heart pounded so furiously in her chest now. Her body seemed to sparkle like a night full of stars.

This time, Brenda held her forearms and drew her closer, and Michelle's mouth opened as she felt her body being pulled gently towards the taller girl. As Brenda's mouth imprisoned hers again, Michelle instinctively put her arms up around the blonde's neck, and felt the golden locks fall over her skin. Brenda slid her arms around Michelle's waist, and almost imperceptibly urged her closer. Their bodies were touching-- breasts, tummies, legs--and Michelle felt her mouth melt when the other girl's warm, silky tongue explored her again.

A whimper escaped from her throat, and she was suddenly mortified at the thought that she was locked in a deep French kiss with the most beautiful girl in her school, and had just let her know with that little sound that she was enjoying it. Whatever fear she had about giving herself away seemed to evaporate when Brenda's hands moved warmly in slow circles on her back.

Keep cool, Michelle told herself, but she was certain that Brenda had not only heard the soft moan she had let out, but could feel the hammering of her heart against her chest as well. A wild, excited pang wove through her insides, not unlike the feeling of being on a roller coaster. She was acutely aware now, as Brenda gently devoured her lips, of how little she had on. Being in the warm, silky embrace of another girl in her tiny bikini made her feel almost naked, and the tender mound between her legs began to roil with moisture and intense warmth.