[FF] (Real story) My first, mild lesbian experience

Hey everyone! This is my first post on here. I love to write in my free time. The stories I tell here are true ones, but I’ll also write fictional stories in other places from time to time. I mainly focus on true stories, though. I like thinking about past experiences more than ones that never happened.

Note: if you want to skip to the sex, I’ll have “Sex Begins” in bold.

My first story, as the title says, is about my first lesbian experience. It’s pretty mild, and not too long, but it should be a good test ! :) If you have any questions/criticisms/requests/whatever, let me know! Thank you! Before I start, let me tell you what I look like. I’m a shorter girl (5′ 4″), I’m pretty pale/white, and I have blue dyed hair (duh). I’m busty, I think too much for my height/size. I’m not too skinny, but I’m not really fat, either. I weigh 120 pounds.

Fetish wise, I have few limitations. I’ve done quite a bit in reality, but there’s a lot that I still fantasize about trying. For instance, I’d love to walk around in public totally naked (but it’s illegal, so I can’t. Yet. ;)). As for things I won’t try, there are a few main ones. First, anything to do with self-harm, cutting, bleeding, etc. Eww. Second, pissing. I don’t get why people like that, either. Third, anything to do with poop. I’d never even think about touching it, tasting it, etc. I wouldn’t want it on me, near me, etc. I’m okay with it if it’s non-sexual, like if I’m in the bathroom, but other than that, it’s a huge turn off.

Story Begins I was 19 when it first happened (stuff before that, but I can’t talk about that). I was in my home state, California. I was in a position writing freelance for money, while helping to run a little business on the side. I was relatively shy back then (it was only a couple years ago!). I didn’t have a girlfriend, nor do I (really) now, but those are for different reasons. That was sort of a period of exploration. I wasn’t exactly going around having sex with everyone I saw. I thought about it a lot, though.

My first real, genuine sexual encounter was a beautiful, slow one, as I’d always (sort of) hoped for. It was with an 18 year old girl. She was working at a coffee shop, the sort of place you’d expect to find exactly the type of person she was/is. She was a bit skinnier than me, with dyed red hair, and a white complexion. Her proportions were similar to my own — she was a little younger, though, so account for age. Meeting her wasn’t because I had a sudden moment of bravery. I was sitting in the shop drinking, well, coffee, writing on my laptop. I did some local publishing. I wasn’t famous or anything, and I’d only sold a few thousand copies at that time, but she recognized the book sitting on my desk. It wasn’t erotica — it was a fiction novel. She recognized my work as she walked past to, supposedly, use the restroom.

It was a couple years ago, so the details are vague, but I remember her saying something along the lines of “wow! I didn’t know you were so young!”, or something like that.

I didn’t detect anything sexual from this statement. I was thinking more about the fact that I had a fan (I’d only seen a few at other times). I knew because she pointed at the book. She sat down next to me. I hardly noticed that she’d taken a seat until she asked what I was working on. “Um, just some new fiction stuff. A sequel. Do you like my books?”. I know it was a stupid question, but I asked. I was nervous. “Love them!”, she said. I’d began to get a good look at the beautiful girl. This really got my hormones going — and my nerves. I made a quick, clever excuse. “Hey, what do you think of this?” I showed her a line of the book that was a bit out of character, so I was questioning. She told me it sounded fine.

Then, courageously at the time, I asked “are you a writer too?”. She said “not like you. I write for fun, but I haven’t published anything. One sec”. She got up, revealing a beautiful ass. She saw me staring as she walked, but either liked it, or didn’t think I was staring specifically at her ass. She came back a few minutes later with a book. After reading a few pages, I complimented her — she was genuinely talented. She said “maybe you could teach me a bit?” I didn’t know how to respond, sexually or genuinely. “Yeah, let’s do that. When can you come?”. She grudgingly looked at the clock. It was nearing 4 PM, which likely meant that she had an hour left. “Today would be awesome! I’ll be off in an hour, but I can leave early”. “You don’t have to”, I said, horny but patient. Still unsure if anything would come of it. “Be right back”, she said. She came back five minutes later, without her work clothes on. She, unfortunately, was still wearing clothes. She wore some comfy ass looking leggings, and a croptop that I’d never even think of wearing to my work. Smiling, she asked, “ready?”. “Yeah, let’s go”, I said.

Apparently she walked to work, because she got in my car with me. “I’m really excited, by the way. Thank you”. “Anything for the fans”, I said. We had a conversation along the way about the book she’d read, but it transferred into a deeper conversation about the meaning of the writing within the five minute car drive. Nothing sexual yet, though. We got inside, triggering her to compliment my apartment. It did look pretty great ;). She asked apologetically “I really hate to ask, but can I use the bathroom real quick?”. I responded with a yeah, and had a seat in my living room. I prepared my brand new Mac for the writing session to come, waiting for her to come. She finally came back, incredibly embarrassed. I reassured her that it didn’t really bother me (I could hear her farting).
Moving on from that, we began to peek at my laptop. I let her see a bit of my new coming story (it was about a post-apocalyptic sort of thing with dragons and shit. Don’t ask.). She seemed interested, but timid in a way. Like she was waiting to do/ask something.

She asked me to grab her bag, which was sitting on my floor several feet away. I was closer, so I didn’t object. I bent over to grab it, like ya do, and caught her staring at my ass. I, contrary to every action I’d taken in my life, shot her a wink. I did laugh, taking a bit of naughty significance away, but it was quite a turn on. I brought her zipped bag back. She pulled out a notebook — no butt plugs, whipped cream, or handcuffs (sadly). We looked through it for a while, etc, etc.

She finally asked if I’d ever written literotica. She looked into my eyes in a sort of cute, mischievous way. I could tell she was planning on doing that. Sneaky bitch. She asked what kind. I told her “um, anything”. I was still nervous, and hadn’t let on to my sexuality. “Can I see?” she said. All of my literotica had been lesbian-oriented — she’d find out. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad at the time.

Scrolling through a page on my Mac, she read a fictional story of a young girl, our age, who was the princess of a kingdom. She defiantly kissed her maid, a woman of twenty or so, and it ensued from there. She liked it — saying, “you know, I’m actually a lesbian”. Opened up by this, I admitted “me too! You like it?”, a bit excitedly. “Yes.” Sex Begins She turned around to look at me. I nearly made a move on her, but she made the first. She pulled me towards her, positioning my crotch on a comfy pillow. She diligently put one under my head, as well. I began an awkward moan, mixed with a sigh of comfort and relief, as I let her do whatever she may have been doing. She, after several seconds, laid next to me and kissed me. Her lips were a glossy red color, my favorite. I began to joust her tongue with mine, attempting to suck on her beautiful lips. We did this for five or so minutes, a seemingly long time, breaking between, not saying a word.

She shortly after moved to my behind, out of my sight. I relaxed, assuming that she hadn’t planned on killing me. She laid on my back, running her hands up and down the back of my shirt. She moved up to my neck, gently yet firmly rubbing me, relieving all of my tension. She slowly transitioned to my back again. She ran her hands up, unclasping my uncomfortable bra. I sat up a bit, pulling it out of my shirt. I laid back down. My boobs still weren’t revealed, which I could tell was a game she enjoyed playing. She liked a tease.

She ran her hands between my stomach and the loft, gently rubbing my boobs. I hadn’t masturbated in a few weeks, so the sensation of her soft hands on my nipples instantly hardened them, in addition to pushing a stream of liquid from my cunt. She lifted my butt, putting another pillow on top of the other one, raising me high, while still comfortable. She lifted my shirt off, revealing my spotless back. She strattled me, like a horse, facing my rear. She began to run her hands under my panties, tickling my short hairs, but not touching any of my naughty bits. After some time of this, she used her thumbs to push down my leggings and panties, revealing my semi-nice ass. She spread it from her current position, leaning, obviously having a full view of my shaved, neat-for-a-butthole pooper, which was one of the most embarrassing things I’d ever done up until that point. She obviously wasn’t surprised to see that I had an asshole, though. It wasn’t bad, like I’d panicked that it would be. The fact that it was where I pooped from, and that it probably didn’t smell great, made my very nervous anticipating the moment. However, I’d cleaned, so it wasn’t an issue. She leaned her chest down, pulling off her shirt and bra. I couldn’t see her yet, though.

She leaned down, making use of the pillows, licking my asshole. Ohhhhhhmygosssh. It was one of the most incredible things I’d ever felt. I’d never had any of my bits licked before. The taboo of it, combined with the pure sensation of her tongue caressing my butthole, left me releasing moans and shrieks. I didn’t care that the neighbors were always home at this hour, or that they’d previously mentioned being able to hear me. I didn’t care, because a girl was licking my butthole.

She rimmed the outside, and the flesh around the entry (or exit), both caressing and flicking. She slowly moved closer, cautious that I was clean, eventually moving to the center of the hole. When her tongue had finally penetrated my butthole, I was given both a new sense of nerves and a new sense of ecstasy. I began moving my ass around, bouncing it, etc. She seemed to enjoy it.

As her tongue reached into my shoot, she began to grab my cunt. She began here more aggressively than the previous orifice, rubbing at first, yet slowly making a finger’s way inside. I was extremely tight in both holes. This made it a challenge for her. I’d known the feeling of a finger in my cunt, so it wasn’t so surprising, but it was pure joy having something in both holes at once.

After five-ten minutes of playing around with her tongue in my ass and fingers in my cunt, she sucked on a finger in preparation. She slowly inserted it into my pooper, exploring the inside near the entrance. I really felt like I needed to rush to the toilet for a while, but I knew that was normal. I’d never played with my ass, either, so I didn’t know what it felt like, but I’d been told. I began squinting, shaking, and pulsating from the incredible concentration of naughty pleasure she was giving me.

After she managed a whole two fingers (!!), she told me to stand. I stood, stepping out of my panties and leggings. I was fully nude, as was she by now. Wow. The embarrassment of being seen nude in a sexual sense slowly converted into juices that sneakily squirted from my cunt from time to time. As she requested, I laid down. She repositioned a pillow below my head. She took a stance above me, squatting down, revealing a very natural looking pussy, and a dark brown butthole. The brown of the hole was wider, similar to mine, but to a larger extent. This made it very appetizing to me, but was cancelled out by my knowledge of what had come out of it shortly before. Possibly forgetting this, she did not make me taste it. Instead, she sat on my face, cunt on my mouth. Her asshole was situated directly above my nose. I could tell that she meant this in a way which she was disregarding its existence — she didn’t want me to smell it, she didn’t want me to be grossed out by it. It didn’t smell alllll that bad. She cleaned up, I guess.

I lapped on her cunt, almost as if I’d done it before. I rimmed it, similarly to her technique on me, but more quickly inserted it inside. It tasted incredible. Nothing familiar, not like a fruit or candy. She tasted like a genuine woman, and that made the experience all the more genuine. Her cunt fluids seeped slowly out, making their way into my mouth. It grossed me out at first, but I began to embrace it. She moved her crotch forward a bit, positioning her ass directly on my mouth. I began a shy lick around the edge, nervous, until I realized that she was only re positioning. She laid down on me, claiming the “69” position. We both began to devour each other’s tasty cunts, emitting a vast array of sounds of pleasure and body alike. As this occurred, I managed to slip a finger into my mouth, lubricating it sufficiently. I, without a though, began to move it inside her ass. She protestant tightened the hole, probably out of nerves, but I worked away at her, eventually claiming victory against the tight muscle. I was careful not to go too far, which prevented any surprises from arising, but deep enough that she giggled and reached back, helping me play around with her.

We nearly simultaneously sat up, tired and incredibly pleasured. By this time, it was around six. Evidently, she was tired, as was I. I had nothing I had to do that night. She laid on me, her perfect, soft body contacting my own at every point, nothing to hide. She was naughtily pleased, as was I. However, unlike her, I was still slightly embarrassed. The idea that another girl had been exposed to all of my holes, my nude body, and had done unfound things to me made me feel very dirty, almost defiant. I liked it.

We spent the rest of the night cooking, doing some more writing, and giving each other the occasional tease. We did not discuss what had happened, but we communicated in a way only two women who had given pleasure to each other would understand. We fell asleep together that night, in each other’s nude glory (maybe her, probably not me. She was 100x better looking than me lol). I’d never slept so well as I did that night. Thanks for reading! If you want to hear more about me and her, I might continue, but I want to talk about some dirtier, newer stuff ;) Let me know what you guys thought! Don’t go too hard, though, I’m still a little shy, and I’m sensitive about my writing :(. Thank you!!

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