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My First Girl

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The first time I had lesbian sex

My first Girl Would you like to know more about me? I hate talking about this time in my life but today I'm in in a mood to go back to the very beginning. Her name was Brandi. We were Jr.high friends that continued into senior high. We were surrounded with drama all the time. Her mother was seriously handicapped, my mother hated the neighborhood she lived in. It was a fight to have time together outside of school. We would claim to be part of the same after school clubs in order to have time together. We made use of the playground a short walk away. Anyway. Getting off topic. Maybe I'm nervous you won't find this worth your time. So my mother always let her sleep over at our house because she hated to leave me at her house. My bedroom was a basement room, done over as nicely as it could be. We spent hours there talking, discussing boys, insulting rude girls. High school talk. But slowly something changed and we sort of just let it. It had never really occurred to me that she might be interested in girls. Boys were her obsession. But it was a front. And it took me a long time to see it. But that first night, I wanted to know. So did she. So we pulled my curtain (door) shut and climbed in bed. Not unusual, I had a double. But neither one of us knew if we dared to start it. Softly we began to talk, and her fingers wandered over my shoulders. That's all the permission I needed. Turning to face her I hesitated. Hypersensitive from adrenaline, I could hear my heart pounding, the quiet in my house, the wind in the trees outside my windows. I had never had sex here before. Always somewhere else. My house was never safe. But she was here, and there could be no more waiting. I bent down and kissed her. I somehow thought that it might be weird, or awkward, but you know it wasn't, don't you. It was sweet and soft and I wanted to savor it. Something I never did. The single most erotic moment in my life that my brain will admit to was the depth of the kiss that followed. Oh, I've seen and touched so many girls since then, and a few boys too. Beautiful bodies, long lanky legs, trim torsos, full gentle breasts, long hair, perfect small feet. One with eyes so green I thought they were an illusion until I was face to face with her. Bran was really none of those, honestly, but maybe that's why she was so attractive. She was completely not my type. But the chemistry. It had been building a long time. She loved to play with my hair, which, whether I am willing to admit it in the moment or not, is my instant turn on. We traded back rubs, hugs, small touches, glances. I'm going to honest, I arranged that sleepover to see if I was brave enough to kiss her. That's really all I hoped for. But I got so much more. Like a dam breaking open, that kiss broke barriers forever. Gave us permission, gave me permission to be. I'm going to admit, I don't remember exactly what happened that night, it's a blur of passion and pleasure. But I'll give you what I have. Remember, we were new. The only guides we had were in our heads. It's not like there was Google or anything. So as she kissed me I ran my hands down her neck as I felt her grab my hair. She touched my breasts through my soft tee that I loved to sleep in. I still do. Not that I hadn't been fondled before, but this was light and soft and giving, not taking. I pulled the tee off over my head, and then fumbled with her shirt. I can't tell you much here except there were hard nipples and desperate moans and holding and touching of each other's breasts. There was a size discrepancy because I had a well sculpted skaters form, and she was ample. We were a mystery to each other but not for long. But you know it doesn't stop there don't you? Sure, we turned over, said goodnight and fell asleep. Yeah, not. Because the insides of my body were so turned on I remember clearly pulling her close against my body and somehow we lost our panties. The logistics are beyond my memory. This however, I do remember. My crotch was on fire with need. Every piece of me was swelling and she was too. But I wasn't sure how to satisfy it. So I reached down and cupped her, and felt her throbbing. She put her hand on mine and drew it to her clit, showing me where to rub. Then she slid that hand into me and began to swirl it around. Suddenly we were grinding together, legs spread wide and wrapped around each other rubbing and dipping growing more needy every second. Later, a friends sister would show me how to make it good. Really good. But somehow, something in this first experience cannot be replicated and I came like a fire hose being turned on. And it lasted. Shaking and arching I drew her to me and put her over the top. Both panting hard we laughed and settled into bed together still naked. And later in the earliest hours of the morning we began again. It's no more than a memory whirlwind of sleep and lust and satisfaction. I also know that my mom came down the stairs in the morning and caught us both sleeping curled around each other with obviously no shirts on. And that she never said a word.

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