My First Sexual Play With A Girl

I was raised by my grandma and grandpa, who taught that everything about sex and masturbation is bad and that sex is only for making babies.

I was 21 when I gave my first blowjob, to a guy who was 10 years older than me. That first time I was topless; I wrote about this here and it’s “The First Time I Sucked A Cock.” I met him one more time for another blowjob, and that time I got fully naked, his cum on my boobs and stomach. He also licked me that time after the blowjob. It felt so nice to have him lick my pussy, but I didn’t have an orgasm because I guess I couldn’t relax fully.

Even at 21, I still hadn’t had sex with a guy but I did already have experience with a girl.  Some people have asked me about this so I thought I would write this story about my first girl-girl experience.

She was my friend and classmate, so we were the same age. She stayed over often when we were between the ages of 16-18. There were some problems with alcoholism in her family and she wanted to stay away from home sometimes. She was always welcome to stay with me at my grandparents’ house, because my grandma was very anti-alcohol and pitied her situation.

The first time we did anything, we were in my bed and she was lying with her back against my stomach, taking a short daytime nap.  I don’t remember exactly how it started, but I remember I was stroking her hair and she turned around and we started kissing. I remember being so excited but nervous too. It was my first real kiss, other than small pecks. But this turned into deep romantic kissing, with tongues. And we are breathing into each other’s mouths.

I was nervous, because my grandma was very strict and old-fashioned. As I mentioned, everything about sex and masturbation was dirty to her: she had told me that and read to me from the Bible. But she had never been able to surprise me doing anything. Their house was old and my room was on the second floor. To get up to the second floor, you have to climb the stairway, which was wooden, old, and stained--and it creaked loudly when someone walked on it. If I woke up in the middle of the night and was thirsty, I had to go down the stairs and had learned where to step to make the stairs creak less. But when my grandma climbed the stairs, they creaked loudly and her steps were slow.

I had masturbated in my room, many many times. Always quietly, to not alert grandma. Many times I had heard creaks from the stairs, and I always had plenty of time to hide what I had been doing.

I don’t remember exactly who started the kissing, but I do remember that I took her hand and guided it to my breast. First she fondled my breast over my shirt and bra, but after a while of fondling and kissing, she put her hand inside my shirt and I felt her hand slide over my naked skin on my stomach.

I then did the same to her. Her boobs were much smaller than mine. She was wearing a sports bra with thin fabric, and I felt her nipple so hard, pushing against the bra. I told her, “We have to be quiet.”

“Can I….?”  as I slid my hand downward over her stomach and let it rest between her legs. We were both wearing track-suit bottoms. She answered me by putting her own hand between my legs.

Wiggle and push… grab and wiggle… Our hands were now massaging each other’s pussies, through the fabric of our pants. Kissing deeply, she made noises, and I reminded her again that we have to be silent. We had a giggle about it, and then kept on kissing.

I slid my hand inside her pants, past the elastic waistband, and I felt her panties. She did the same to me--and it felt amazing! I felt the soft cotton of her panties and something so warm under the fabric. I pushed two fingers against the warm wet spot and she parted her legs a little. She moved her hips to push against my hand. We kissed deeper than we ever had, her breath was so warm.

And then I heard creaks. Grandma was coming up the stairs!

“Shhh…! She’s coming!”

We had time. Hands off each other! I wiped my mouth with my hand, turned around and grabbed my sketch book and a pencil off the bedside table. I sat up on the bed and flipped the sketchbook open. I remember so clearly, it was a drawing of a mouse on a bicycle that I was working on. I started to pretend drawing. I glanced over at my friend, she was lying on the bed facing me. I saw how red her face was and realised that my face must be red too. That made me a little nervous.

Grandma knocked on the door, and then it. She wanted me to go to the store and the farmer’s market. She didn’t notice anything… I can’t believe she didn’t notice anything! We must have been blushing so clearly, and we must have acted awkwardly.

This was my first sexual contact with a girl, and I will continue this later. I did have full sex with my friend, we showered together, and I will start from that in the next part—and my thanks to my friend David for helping me retell this story.