My first time with a girl was also my first time ever, so I was pretty nervous. Her name was Alli. We had met at a women’s studies class (typical lesbian romance cliché) and became study partners, though we rarely did much studying. It started out innocent enough, just holding hands and quick pecks on the cheek. Those turned into quick pecks on the mouth, which turned into longer kisses, and somehow, we wound up making out in our bras and skinny jeans. That was our second date. I’d masturbated thinking about her once or twice before we actually started dating. I told her when we met that I had never dated a girl before and had only come out just before leaving for college. We agreed to take things slowly. One night about a month into our relationship, we agreed she’d come to my dorm to study. It was easier that way because I had a single room, whereas she had a roommate.
We took our books out mainly as a formality, and we began kissing immediately after. Her lips were supple and full. She smelled like leather and tasted like caramel. She moved her lips away from mine and started kissing my neck. Lately, my neck had been a red, splotchy mess, filled with reminders of her work. As she sucked and licked and bit, I undid the buttons on her shirt, revealing that she hadn’t worn a bra. I peeled the blouse off her shoulders, and she smiled into my neck, only tearing herself away so that she could take off my shirt. She kissed my cleavage as her hands worked the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts for the world to see. For her to see. She moved her lips to my left nipple, sucking it with passion, before coming back up to kiss my lips again.
She had one hand fisted in my hair and the escort bayan other steadily making its way down my back, around my waist, and into the front of my jeans. She pressed her fingers against my panties and rubbed me through the nylon fabric. I moaned into her mouth and held her head closer. She broke away and whispered heavily, “want to move to the bed?” Oh my god, were we still on the couch? I thrust my pelvis into her hand and debated whether moving was worth losing the blessed feeling of her body right now. She chuckled and removed her hand, apparently taking my actions to mean yes. She continued to kiss me as we moved the short distance from my couch to my bed and somehow managed to free me of my jeans in the process. She threw me onto the bed with a giggle and looked me right in the eye as she danced out of her own pants.
Oh, god, she was beautiful. I’m touching myself again now just remembering. She stood there in her panties and towered over me, looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. I wanted her. I wanted to have her. I wanted her to use me and take me and own me with her body. I needed her to touch me.
She climbed onto the bed and knelt between my legs. She started kissing up my right thigh, inching ever closer to my warm, wet pussy, but when she reached the hem of my panties, she turned and started kissing down my left thigh. I whined in protest, and she started kissing upward again. She reached my crotch and breathed hot air against my vulva, making my whole body quiver.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked. It killed me. I could barely muster more than a breathy whisper.
“Yes. Yes, please. I görükle escort want you.” She smiled and wrapped her mouth around my still clothed pussy lips. Using only her tongue, she pulled my panties to the side and buried her face in my flaps. She held my legs down with a firm hand and began exploring my insides. She lifted her head long enough to tell me to hold still and pulled my panties completely off. Then she spread me wide and looked at my wet, pulsing pussy.
“You waxed,” she commented, using her index finger to wipe some of my juices from my hole. “Does that mean you were planning on this?” She sucked on her finger. I wanted to be that finger.
“I knew it was a possibility. I wanted to be ready.” She smiled and brought her hand to her breast, caressing herself and staring at me. Her hands began to move towards her undies, and I realized that I was about to see her completely naked for the first time. If I weren’t already wet, I would be now. She pushed her panties down and threw them to the side of the room. The sight of her made me want to do filthy things. Her lips were longer and pinker than mine and her mound had a few hairs like she had waxed previously and it was just starting to grow back. It was my first time seeing a vagina that was not mine in person and I was eager to take it all in, so to speak. I leaned forward to where she was kneeling and reached my hand to touch her. I felt her wetness, her velvety smoothness. I wanted more, more, more! I slid my fingers to the front of her flaps and found her clit. She let out a soft sigh, and I began applying pressure and moving my fingers in a circular motion. She moaned beautifully bursa elit escort as she began kissing my neck again. Her lips touched my ear, and she whispered to me.
“Lie down.” I obeyed. She once again spread me wide, but this time she lay between my legs and licked a stripe clean up my slit, teasing me, torturing me. Finally, I felt her tongue enter me and couldn’t stop the moan from escaping my lips. Her fingers, too, began playing with me in ways no one had before. Her fingers prodded my g-spot as her tongue lapped at my clit. I don’t know how much time passed; minutes? Days? All I knew was that I felt I could die from the pleasure radiating from our bodies. My legs tensed as I came harder and with more vigor than I ever thought possible. She continued lapping me up until I was all clean down there. A feeling of coolness washed over me as she crawled up the bed and lay beside me.
“I need a minute,” I told her, “before I can take care of you.”
“Take as long as you want,” she assured me. “I like looking at you.”
I regained my composure and kissed her. I could feel her pussy juices leaking on my leg. I eagerly began kissing my way down her body. Once I reached my intended destination, I used my fingers to explore her. She was so wet. I wanted nothing more than to plunge my tongue deep inside her walls. It took me a moment to realize that was exactly what I should be doing. I thrust my face into her pussy and lapped up her juices. I felt her squirm beneath me and reveled in her sounds of pleasure. Her hand landed on the back of my head, and I let her guide me, show me how she wanted me to please her. My tongue worshiped her pussy and I was grateful for the privilege.
I’m proud to say she finished rather quickly. I’m even prouder to say she was screaming my name the entire time. I lay back down beside her, and she wrapped her arms around me. She kissed me tenderly as we fell asleep. I came twice more before she left the next morning.