The Devil's In the Details.

We’d been kissing for ages, almost until our lips were numb. She’d had her hand on my boob as I’d had a hand on hers, and there, we seemed to be stuck. Oh it was very nice, very nice indeed actually, but I was ready for more. Unfortunately, I had no idea how to communicate this to her, at least not without scaring her off. 

We were standing in her bedroom. Parents, even Catholic ones, don’t seem to mind two girls being alone together in a bedroom. After all, what could they get up to? 

While my mind oscillated wildly between the feelings my body was giving me, the wetness in my panties, and what I wanted to really do with her, she moved her hand from my boob and my heart sank. Was that it? Was it all over? But she had cupped my bum in both hands and, gently squeezing, had pulled me closer. I gave up a small prayer of thanks that this was a Saturday afternoon and not a school day, so I wasn’t in that hideous woollen kilt. Instead we were both wearing light cotton summer dresses. 

I felt her fingers on my bum, and they did nothing for stopping me getting even more wet down there. This was heaven, or so I thought. I reciprocated, feeling her bum through her dress. Then I felt something….odd….something different. 

I felt my dress moving over my panties. She was scrunching it up, higher and higher. Now my panty-covered bum was exposed to her hands, and my heart was beating our of my chest. She held my bum again, but only for a few seconds before I felt her hands move sideways and up until her thumbs hooked into the waistband of my panties, and I felt a distinct pulling sensation. She was taking my panties off! 

Actually, she wasn’t. She only wanted them down enough so that one hand could continue it’s journey around my waist to my tummy and then down, over my flat belly and her middle finger found the wetness of my slit and my firm, engorged clitoris. 

My own hand slipped down the front of her panties and found hers in return. We stayed, clamped to each other with an unbroken kiss while we wanked one another off to a beautiful innocent orgasm. As she got close to hers she whispered ‘Put a finger inside’. My finger sank into her wet folds and found her hole. I remember feeling every wave, every contraction. 

The thing is, this wasn’t my first explorative fun with another girl, nor even the first time another girl had taken my panties down, but it was, for some reason, far and away the most erotic. Maybe because she hadn’t taken my panties off, maybe because there was a sense of seduction about it, even though it had been me who suggested ‘practising kissing so we’ll be good at it for boys’. (Yes, I know, a flimsy excuse for me to get a chance to kiss a girl). 

I’d intended nothing more than to file the feelings of our kissing and close body contact away for Miss Brain to amplify for me at a later date. 

I remember turning away from her and, out of her sight, sucking my finger clean. That feeling though, as, millimetre by millimetre she had slipped my panties down to mid thigh was unspeakably delicious. 

We had interested ourselves in something else for a while…or at least, pretended to. I know my mind was reliving what we’d just done and was desperately trying to work out how I could get her to do it again. Then she had said, “I’m tired. Let’s lie down.” We snuggled up together on her bed, still with one of her CDs playing on a randomised loop, and hugged softly. 

I don’t quite remember when I felt her gently lift my leg and pull it over hers, slipping her leg between mine. (We were face-to-face). We lay like that for a while and then I felt the slightest pressure from her thigh. It could have been her just moving, but then it happened again….and again……and again. I found myself pressing back against her and soon we were dry humping one another. She rolled onto her back, taking me with her and our mounds found a thigh to ride. Then the kissing started. 

We were both pretty worked up, and I know we could have cum into our panties from just doing what we were doing, but she suddenly whispered, “Fuck me.” I made my thrusts stronger and she started to moan. I realise now that no-one would hear over the music, but at the time it sounded much louder than it was. 

All of us girls talked about how we would have sex (with boys) and what we would say to them while we were ‘doing it’. I’d made the point that I would ask the boy to tell me when he was about to cum, so I knew what she meant when she said, “Tell me.” I wasn’t far off anyway. A few more thrusts and wriggles and I whispered, “I’m gonna cum.” She whispered back immediately, “Me to….I’m gonna cum in my panties with you.” That orgasm was bigger. 

We didn’t do any more that day, but we did talk about what we might do next time. I brought up the subject of oral sex. She said, “Oh…I don’t know if I could kiss another girl….you know….(whispered) down there.” I said I was sure I could and would she mind if I tried? 

About a month later, I had sucked her off, and to my delighted surprise, she had returned the compliment. 

Even after going ‘all the way’, that moment when she took the initiative to remove my panties, well, that was still the high spot of the whole thing.