my first wlw experience :-)

First person, wlw, top POV

I had my first kiss on the same night I made someone cum. I know that sounds crazy, but let me explain:

I’ve always had a high libido. I started masturbating early on, and I did it a *lot*. It never became an issue, but I never knew when to stop. I’ve always had high stamina. If I cum once, I want to cum twice. And if I come twice, I want to come three times. I don’t know why, but if I had to guess, I’d say it has something to do with how wet I’d get. After a girl cums, her pussy basically throbs. And each time, I could feel my own fluids dripping down my vagina. It would make me horny all over again, and the process would start anew.

Needless to say, I was familiarized with my own vagina. However, I never had anyone else to explore myself with. I went to an all-girls school, and very few were queer. By the time I found one, I was incredibly flirtatious. This girl was a lesbian named Veronica. We talked over snap for a while junior year, and I had been sexual for long enough that I was very comfortable discussing sexual activity. I talked to her about how I wanted to throw her against a wall, and she’d tell me how horny I made her.

Basically, I wanted to fuck Veronica senseless. So one day, I invited her over. She accepted my invitation, and I eagerly awaited her arrival.

I spent the day rubbing lotion over my skin to make sure each part of me would be soft to the touch. I wore tight shorts and a button up top. Under the shirt, I wore a lacy purple pushup bra. Needless to say, my cleavage looked remarkable.

My parents were home, but the basement in my home is basically soundproof, so I decided we could be sneaky. I welcomed Veronica into my house, and she followed me into the dim basement. She went in to kiss me, but I started giggling relentlessly.

“What are you doing?” Veronica asked.

And then I realized, I had never even kissed anyone. I didn’t know how to make out, let alone have sex. I confessed to her that I had no idea what I was doing.

“Seriously? You’ve been telling me you’re going to break me, but you’ve never done *anything*?”

“Yeah, Veronica. I’m sorry. If you wanna go, I can-”

“No, it’s alright. Just come here.”

Slowly, Veronica moved towards me, putting her palms on my cheeks. I giggled and pulled away, before inching towards her. I felt her breath warm my lips, as I laced my fingers together on the back of her neck. Her lips stayed just a centimeter away from mine, and I could feel the tension between us growing until she finally closed the gap by pressing her mouth against mine. We kissed slowly at first, but it grew more fierce as I started to pull at her hair. She moaned, and I pressed my palm against her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

We tumbled over to the couch, and I straddled her lap to kiss her, occasionally biting her bottom lip, only to be rewarded with a hitched breath or stifled moan. I finally asked to see her breasts, and she lifted up her tanktop. This was the first time I’d seen tits even bigger than mine.

She told me I could put my mouth on her breasts, so I leaned down and started sucking on them. This elicited a delighted moan, and I made my way over toward her left nipple. When I sucked on her nipple, she made the kind of noises I thought only pornstars could make. It was some sort of high-pitched whimper that immediately increased the wetness in my underwear.

“What are you into?” I asked.

“Pain…Just hurt me. Please.”

I obliged by biting down over her nipple, and she groaned even louder than she had before.

“Please! Harder!

I bit as hard as I could on the tissue of her breast, and Veronica screamed while she writhed beneath me. I moved my mouth up her neck, sucking on tender spots, and biting her whenever I wanted to hear her cry out for me. When my lips finally found her mouth again, we kissed for a moment before she asked if she could unbutton my top. I said yes, and she quickly began undressing me before gently kissing the exposed parts of my breasts.

Veronica then removed my bra before sucking on my nipples to return the earlier kindness. I moaned with surprise. I had no idea just how amazing that sensation would be, and I pulled her head toward my chest to force more of my breast into her mouth. I was so wet at this point, but I was beginning to wonder when her parents would come to pick her up.

I realized that if I ever wanted to touch her, it needed to be now. I could always deal with myself later.

“Can I touch you….down there, Veronica?” I asked, timidly.

“Sure,” she said.

This reaction was upsetting to me. The uncaring nature of the word “sure” made it seem like she didn’t care either way. I realized that I had to make her regret saying it. I reached downward with a new fervor, intent on making her want me so much she couldn’t function.

I felt her warm, tight pussy on my fingertips, and Veronica basically whined at my touch. I rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her clit, until her fingernails were rooted in my back, pulling me closer. Without warning, I began to fingerfuck Veronica with unprecedented intensity.

“Oh! Fuck, oh my god. Kellyn, please! FUCK”

I felt her pussy clench around my fingers, and I knew she was about to cum. In that moment, I decided to get my revenge. I removed my fingers from her vagina. She moaned into my ear.

“Oh god! Please don’t stop! FUCK, why did you stop?”

“I asked if I could touch you, and you said ‘sure’, so clearly you don’t care, right?”

“Please, Kellyn, please!!” she begged beneath me, trying to press her vagina against my hand.

Instead, I brought my fingers back up to her face, and let her suck her own juices off of me. She moaned again, and pleaded for my attention. Finally, I returned my focus to her needy hole. I fingered her for just another moment before she came at my touch. Shaking and crying, Veronica fell apart before me. She kissed my neck, and just as she was reaching down to fuck me back, her phone rang. It was her father, and she had to leave.

I had never been hornier in my entire life, but we kissed and said goodbye. I was alone in my basement, yet I was very quickly called up for dinner. I sat through a family dinner before I would get the chance to touch myself, and spent the whole night feeling a painful wet spot rubbing against my hole.

And when I finally did cum, it was phenomenal ;-)

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