First Time Sex

Realising I was attracted to women at the age of 16 was such a relief to me.  I had never felt able to talk to boys at school and they certainly never aroused me.  I had always had enough girlfriends to be able to hide in the crowd and feel comfortable.  I never “officially” came out as a lesbian, but all my close friends knew and accepted it with no issue.  The only issue for me was finding another one.  There must have been other lesbian girls at my school, but I didn’t know any.  So, I developed a strategy for finding a girlfriend without making an awkward approach.  By the time I was 17 and going out in a crowd of girls I was desperate to have sex and get the monkey off my shoulder.  My nightly masturbation sessions were fueled by fantasies of being seduced by an experienced lover.

Being naturally shy, and by default, submissive, I would scan the bar/club/ room for any women who interested me, and try and make eye contact with them, then immediately look away. Look, break eye contact, repeat.  Then I would eventually make my way over to them and smile next time they caught my eye.  It used to work a lot of the time and they would eventually come and talk to me. I became extremely good at sending out passive “come and talk to me” signals and within a few weeks I got what I wanted.  We were at a party, and I saw this girl I really liked.  I played my game, and within 10 minutes she was talking to me, and I was giving out as many “I want you to strip me naked and have your way with me” signals as possible.  It worked.

We left the party, and she took me to her flat, leading me like a lamb to a willing slaughter.  Have you seen one those films where the couple barely get through the front door before ripping their clothes off?  Well, you know how it went then!  We never got to the bedroom.  She had me up against a wall, my dress round my ankles and my bra pulled down, off the shoulder and under my tits. She was sucking and nipping on my tits, a new and exciting experience for me along with everything else she was doing.  I was absolutely flooding my knickers and it didn’t take her long to find her way inside them, and me.  She tugged them down to mid thigh. My first experience of someone else touching my pussy was every bit as amazing as I had always fantasised.  Despite her urgency, she was teasing and controlled, not rough and ready as I expected.  As I felt her fingers explore me, I began to moan in her mouth as we continued to kiss non-stop.  My own hands were holding her to my mouth and stroking her hair and head.  I just didn’t want this to stop and it didn’t, until I had to gasp for breath as she found my most sensitive place with her thumb while continuing to pound me with two fingers.  I so remember the squishy sounds my pussy was making as I felt the juice pouring from me.  This was heaven.  This was everything I had ever dreamed of for the last couple of years.  I came so hard my knees gave way and I slid down her, ending up hugging her round the waist with my head pressed between her legs.

 She was still clothed and I was looking up at her and the huge smile on her face.  She began to remove her clothes as I sat there and watched. Her tits were much larger than mine, but still firm.  She unzipped her skirt and it fell next to me leaving her in just a thong and my face inches from her pussy. I could see how wet she was.  What little material there was at the front of the thong was almost transparent.  I inhaled. The scent was similar to mine but pleasingly different. I was excited but scared at the thought of eating her out.  I knew that’s what she wanted me to do because she was holding my head against her pussy.  I pulled the thong to one side and licked tentatively.  She tasted like me too (why was I surprised!) I got bolder and put my tongue inside her and fucked her with it.  I brought my finger up to her clit and rubbed it in circles while I licked up and down and in and out enthusiastically.  She began to buck against my face and I had to hold on to her with one hand round her arse while she ground against me.  I switched my tongue to her clit and my fingers up her pussy and in no time she started making these cute squeaking noises as she came on my face. 

We both sank to the floor together and held each other while kissing hungrily like before, sharing her cum juices in my mouth.  I stayed with her that night and we did so much more.  She obviously knew I was a natural sub and was quite happy to lead, but not in an aggressive manner.   It’s a cliché, but by the next morning I felt I had grown up and knew what I wanted in life. Someone to lead and direct me, sexually at least, and I in turn would be happy submitting. We never had what you would call a relationship, but we met regularly for the next year or so, having great sex and fun times.  I learned so much from her.  Then I went away to Art College and my life moved on again.