It was at a summer house party, one or maybe two years after I graduated. Usual thing, loads of people, loads of drink, a house with a huge, dark garden, late at night. I was there with a guy but to be honest, I can’t remember who it was! Kinda says all you need to know about my love life at the time.
Late in the evening, on a bench down the end of the garden, sharing a spliff with my good friend Rose and her housemate Paula, who I knew quite well from parties and the pub though we’d never been close. Rose went back towards the house, for more drink or more weed, or maybe just to dance, I don’t remember.
Paula and I were left on the bench, smoking and giggling about nothing in particular. As I handed her the spliff she took my hand and held it, just lightly, as if she wanted to ask me something. I remember turning to look at her, our faces quite close, ready to ask if she was ok. She held my gaze and I suddenly knew she was going to kiss me. I wasn’t too surprised, I knew she’d had relationships with girls in the past.
“Oh god Andy,” she said, “I’ve always fancied you.” She leant in for the kiss and I kissed her back, quite gently, eyes closed, enjoying the kiss and the gentle flickering of her tongue. I remember thinking how smooth it was, like kissing an incredibly well-shaved guy, and how gentle.
We pulled closer together, my hand on her back, her hand sliding up my skirt, and I happily moved my legs apart for her. Kissing always makes me want to be touched, and I could feel my wetness as she slid her fingers inside my pants.
To be honest, I didn’t really concentrate on it being any different from being kissed and fingered by a guy. I didn’t touch her – I guess I was a bit scared to though she probably thought I was being selfish. Looking back now, I wish I’d been more brave. Instead I just let myself enjoy the gentle kissing and skilful touch, her fingers inside me and her thumb flicking over my clit. I pulled her close towards me, breathing too hard to kiss properly, grinding against her hand as I came.
We held each other for a few seconds, before I broke away, still breathless. I remember clearly the feeling of her fingers tracing wetness down my thighs as she moved away.
I don’t remember what I said. Hopefully I managed at least a ‘thankyou’. I do remember her telling me I was beautiful, and only a few seconds later Rose coming back and asking how we’d managed to lose the spliff, and Paula and I collapsing into fits of giggles.
I don’t know if she ever told anyone. I never did. I’ve changed the names, obviously, but if you every read this Paula, I’m sorry I never returned the favour. It was a lovely orgasm!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3za2w7/by_very_popular_request_my_one_and_only_fumble
Great story! It sounds like you had a good time and have no regrets. Would you explore that side of your sexuality again, given the opportunity? Have you ever thought about seeking it out?
Very hot. Thanks for sharing.
Awesome story, thanks.