Hearing about first times is always amazing. So, I was very excited when my wife, Anne, shyly told me about her first ever experience with a woman.

It was summer and a friend who lived in the neighbourhood had a pool. It was the most popular place for everyone to congregate.

Almost everyday Anne's friend Becky would pick her up and they would walk over to the pool. The pool could be a pretty crowded place, especially when their friends decided to play volleyball in the middle. Anne is petite, but Becky was downright tiny, so Becky would often sit on Anne's lap. She always wore a vivid blue one-piece bathing suit that showed off her body perfectly. Anne still remembers it fondly.

One day, later in the summer, Becky sat on Anne's lap while a chaotic volleyball game unfolded. This time, however, she sat in a different position, across Anne's lap. The new position meant that she could drape one arm around Anne's shoulders, and, at times, they were almost face to face. Anne held on to Becky's hip.

For a while, they pretended like nothing had changed. Just stayed in that position, mostly buoyed by the water. Slowly, tentatively, Anne started to stroke Becky's side. Soft gently brushes, hidden from sight beneath the water. With each stroke her hand would rise slightly higher on Becky's body, then slightly lower, until she could feel Becky's pubic hair beneath the swimsuit, then upwards again, to her small, soft breast. It was the first time Anne had felt another woman's breast and she struggled to control her excitement. Her heart was pounding, and she felt lightheaded. Becky was motionless, studiously watching the volleyball game. But her nipple swelled against Anne's hands and her breath got shorter.

Anne moved her hand downwards again and felt Becky's tangle of hair, hidden beneath the suit. Becky's hips thrust upwards lightly. Anne was almost dizzy, feeling reckless. She let her hand drift lower. She could feel the slight cleft of Becky's pussy under the suit. Her heart was racing. She held her breath. Becky was motionless. Then Becky's hand slowly drifted through the water and touched Annes fingers. She pushed down, while her hips thrust upwards. She ground herself, hard, against Anne's fingers. She moved so slowly that the water around her didn't even ripple.

Anne's excitement was overwhelming. On one upward thrust she slipped her fingers beneath Becky's suit, feeling her lips for the first time. She quietly slipped two fingers into her friend. Becky was soaking wet. Anne was surprised to discover that her friend felt even wetter than the water that surrounded them. Wet and hot. It was the first pussy Anne had every felt other than her own.

Becky looked at Anne and bit her lower lip. She met Anne's eyes and started to thrust against her fingers, faster now, not caring if the water rippled. No one was looking at them anyway. Anne pressed her thumb against Becky's clit and started to make small circles. She was terrified. She had no idea what to do. But she knew what felt good to her.

Suddenly Becky buried her face against Anne's shoulders. Her body tensed, then shuddered, as she came on Anne's fingers.

Becky quickly looked up and glanced around to see if anyone had been watching. No one had. No one at all was looking at them. She moved forward and kissed Anne. Her lips were soft, inviting. Her tongue was hot and restless and reached into Anne's mouth. Anne was more excited than she'd ever been.

Becky broke off the kiss and got out of the pool, heading inside to get a drink.

They never talked about it again, even though Anne tried. It wasn't something that Becky wanted as part of her life. But Anne still fantasizes about that moment, years later.