Chapter 13
I'm a 24-year-old woman; if I walked past you on the street, you might not even notice me. I don't think I'm ugly, but let's just say I'm average for girls my age. My body's nice, but I rarely wear clothes that show it off—I always go for comfort over looks. One thing about me is my glasses. I love those big frames; they give me a cool nerdy vibe. I've dated guys my whole life and never been into women. I could think they were pretty and hot, but sexually, it never really pulled me in. It all started after a couple of bad relationships I had, and don't think I started looking for women because of some trauma or anything—that's not true. I'd been single for a while, and the curiosity about women just crept up on me slowly. The first time I felt attracted was when I was watching porn and caught myself following the actress to her other videos.
Once I accepted the idea that I liked women and just hadn't realized it, I got turned on watching the girls at the gym changing clothes, and that's when I decided I wanted to try going out with girls.
I knew girls I could hook up with just to experiment—no problem, they'd totally go for it, and plenty had already hit on me. But I'm a really private person and didn't want anyone to know. I thought about looking on a dating app; I already had a profile there, so I updated it, added some new photos, and started searching for girls who interested me. It was tough; when I said I'd never done anything with women, a lot of them just ignored me, or they wanted commitment or didn't want curiosities. A few girls popped up who seemed to have a fetish for it; in common, they all asked a million questions and wanted pics.
I ended up chatting with three girls in the final filter and set up to talk with one named Tatiana. She was a really pretty little blonde with honey-colored curly hair, super light. She was short and had big tits. I was obsessed with tits. The other two just chatted and never wanted to meet up.
Our first date was at a mall. I already knew everything about her; we'd talked every day for over a week. She'd said she wasn't that experienced either and had only hooked up with three girls, and she was kinda in the closet too. We caught a movie where we had our first kiss.
"Hey babe! You alone?" she said, trying to sound like a goofy guy.
"I'm with a friend!"
"What... looking that good and with friends?"
The conversation was total nonsense. In the middle of the movie, she hugged me and gave me some quick little kisses. There were a ton of kids in the theater, and we didn't want to draw attention. I remember the kiss was sweet and tender. It tasted like lipstick, and the touch was way softer.
"Movie's over; what do we do now?" I asked.
"Wanna come to my place? I'll tell my mom you're my friend and you're sleeping over!"
"Sleeping over? I don't know..."
"The other option is a motel or your place!"
"My place won't work, and a motel feels kinda lame taking an Uber there."
I agreed to go to her house, which was super close to the mall. I was a little nervous; I wanted somewhere quieter without eyes and ears, but she assured me no one would hear anything as long as we didn't scream.
At her house, it was weird as hell. Her family was in the living room, staring at my face like they knew what we were up to. It made me want to bolt right then. I was red with embarrassment!
"Come on, let's go to my room; I'll get you some clothes!" she said, pulling me by the hand.
"I need a shower; I've been out all day."
"Me too. Come on, you go first." She handed me a towel, like she was in charge.
We showered separately. I washed my panties and left them drying in the room—I didn't want anyone seeing my panties around. I put on a little butterfly pajama set and a long shirt she gave me. I felt comfy. I waited in the room for her to come back so we could do something, and she returned after her shower—just in a towel.
When I saw her, I knew it was the moment. She had that look like she was up to something. She locked the bedroom door and closed the curtains so no neighbors could see. She stood right in front of me.
"I have a present for you!" she said, all happy.
"What is it?" I played dumb to go along with her game.
She dropped the towel, and I could see her whole naked body right there in front of me. She was the definition of perfection; my eyes took forever to scan her whole body. There wasn't a single thing wrong. She didn't have any body hair; her breasts were perfect. She swayed slowly in a dance without music to seduce me. I wanted to say something, but I was totally speechless. Slowly, a heat rose up. I had to say something and didn't know what!
"God, I'm so hot... What do I do?"
She laughed at me.
"Whatever you want!"
She sat on my lap and kissed me. Her lips were soft and tasted fresh. I hugged her, pulling her closer, breathing her air. Her body was soft, without the hardness of a guy's muscles. I felt safe, like she'd never hurt me. What started as shy kisses turned into passionate ones; my hands were gripping parts of her body firmly now.
"Come here, little dyke; kiss here..." she said, arching her breasts for me to pick.
I laughed, and that offer sparked desire in me. I thought I'd be more nervous; I was scared I'd freeze up! I'd be more relaxed if there weren't people in the next room or if it wasn't my first time with her.
I touched her breasts with both hands. In the name of God, I did everything to them that I'd want done to mine. She was touching herself discreetly; I saw her hand between her legs. Her mouth was open, and she tried to stay quiet from my touches. I sucked her nipples, which were almost the same tone as her skin, and nibbled slowly, blowing on them. I knew I was causing sensations. I wanted to bite her tits hard; I felt something animal wanting to devour her whole. That firm flesh under my hands turned me on more every time I squeezed gently.
"Take off your shirt too?" she asked me...
"Let me just strip everything off," I said.
I yanked off everything covering me. I didn't know what to do exactly, so I jumped on her again and wrapped myself between her legs and arms. It's impossible to describe the weird struggle we had, rubbing against each other while kisses were exchanged and hands grabbed anywhere to hold on like we were falling.
I hadn't touched her there yet; for some reason, I was hesitant, and she didn't force me or ask, but unlike me, she didn't keep her hand away from between my legs. She stimulated me nonstop, changing the rhythm to tease out what she wanted in me. Different from the guys I'd been with, I noticed she knew where to put her fingers and the right way to slide them in. Everything she did felt right, and these were the best foreplay sessions I'd ever had.
It got even better when she suddenly stopped, her face right in front of mine, and just smiled at me with a naughty girl look, then slid down between my legs, kissing everything along the way. When she passed my breasts, I tried to squirm away; I've always had sensitive tits, and she took advantage of that. She sucked them hard, gave little twists with her fingers, and pinched with her nails. I realized she used saliva from the kiss before using her fingers; it made the touch so much better.
Her nails scratched down my belly, sending huge shivers through me. I was pushing her head down like guys do with us—it was playful! She complained laughing with a loud "Heyyy!".
"You can skip the belly," I said, almost like an order.
"Yes ma'am, speedy."
I spread my legs wide, opening up all goofy, and that cracked us up until her mouth touched me. Right away, I went limp, and my laughing mouth went slack. A second kiss and my eyes closed, and when a soft touch from her hand caressed around my outer lips, a low moan escaped. I felt her hot tongue on my wet pussy, pressing my clit. Desperation built on my face from trying to control my body, attacked by involuntary spasms. She varied the rhythm, watching me to figure out how I got pleasure. Two fingers inside me, a few centimeters in on the upper area—that's where she focused with a little pressure, like massaging my clit from inside and out. A loud wet sound filled the room; I was soaked and ready to cum.
It didn't hit by surprise; it came slow, building steadily to a peak and didn't want to leave. All my muscles tensed up, and I felt my soul locked in my body.
"I'm... cumming..." was what I tried to say.
If she heard, I don't know. I tried not to moan loud and did my best. She only stopped sucking me when my legs couldn't stay up anymore; I lost all strength, collapsing like a lifeless body on that bed. I rolled to the side and laughed with happiness. I didn't know why I was so happy, but I laughed from the pleasure of being there. Whatever she asked, I'd do... And she asked for the thing I feared most.
"Little miss, your turn! You ready?"
"Yeah." I lied; it was the right thing to say. I still had a bit of hesitation about going down on a woman. Sorry if I sound prissy, but I know everything that comes out of a pussy, and it kinda grosses me out. But no way was I saying no after getting head like that; I felt obligated to return the favor.
She lay down and copied my move, arching her legs all silly. I was nervous. I had a full view of her; her lips were the same color as her skin. She was really pale, almost no hair at all, and her shape was so perfect, like a girl in the early stages of puberty. I got settled, lying down to bring my face close to her crotch, and her intoxicating, slightly salty scent hit me. My body shivered, and a huge wave of horniness came over me. I'd gotten turned on by sex smells before, but it was guys, not girls. The animal desire felt the same.
I stared at that wet thing in front of me and didn't know where to start. One thing I always liked is a light lick in the crease, so that's what I did. I ran the tip of my tongue and let my hot breath give her a thrill. She wiggled for me, and I felt her skin goosebump. Her entrance was dripping honey, and I scooped some with my finger to taste—it was salty, and I felt like I could slather myself in it all night. I started licking her outer lips, using my fingers to trace inside them. She moaned and writhed from my touch. When I started sucking her tiny inner lips, she moaned and twisted, pointing her clit at me. I touched it with my flat tongue, giving a hard lick ending in a long suck.
Honestly, at that point, I didn't even remember it was my first time doing this, or that people might hear us, or my hesitations. I was giving in like a hungry animal and sucked with all the lust I felt. The more she dripped, the more I sucked. I teased my tongue over her little hole.
"You like it there?" I asked quietly.
She didn't answer but rolled to her side, giving me room to do it, and I licked her asshole skillfully, always alternating the tongue caress and varying the pressure. My index and middle fingers massaged inside her, and my thumb pressed against her clit. I hadn't really sucked it when I heard her moans get faster and shorter. She muffled the sound by stuffing the corner of the pillow in her mouth. I just ramped up the rhythm to see what happened, and she came for me—hard, violent, and desperate. She shook and pulled away from me; even after I stopped touching her, she stayed curled up, having spasms.
"Fuck, girl!" she said, laughing all satisfied. "Let's catch our breath, huh?"
"No way, I want more... I'm loving this game."
The scent of pussy filled the air, turning me on. The room, even with the AC on, couldn't keep up with the heat from our bodies. We barely slept that night; we stayed up doing all sorts of tricks. Who knows, maybe I'll continue this story someday?