my first time with my first serious girlfriend [lesbian]

this is part 1 of my first sexual encounters, it is non fiction. but this is the internet so believe what you will, i’ve been lurking erotica subs for a while now and i wanted to contribute. this is my first post ever and my first story and english isn’t my native language. i checked everything thouroughly so i think there isn’t many mistakes.

warning it is a long one with only a tiny bit of lewdness, this is more of a wholesome story (i hope). plenty of smut and love to come in part 2.

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It was a spring Saturday when I first saw her, it was a party at my uncles’ home. She was good friends with one of my nieces. It’s weird that I had never seen her before, but then again that part of the family was further away so I didn’t go there very often.

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I remember exactly how she looked even though it was a long time ago now, blonde hair that just reached her shoulders, glasses, a black choker, a flannel shirt with a band shirt underneath, tight jeans and boots with 3cm thick plateaus at least. And most importantly the cutest face ever.

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She wasn’t very tall unlike me, I’m 6’5 tall and she was around 5’7. During the entire party we sat almost directly opposite of each other, throwing each other awkward glances and looking away as soon as the other looked too. Internally I was screaming go get a drink and talk to her, but it didn’t happen. When she passed behind me to leave the party, I couldn’t open my mouth. I’m very shy and awkward. Being autistic doesn’t help much either.

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I got home from the party hating myself for not saying anything but when I opened facebook I saw a friend request from her, my heart skipped a beat as I accepted it as fast as I could. We chatted about the things we liked mostly music. She was big into metalcore and deathcore, whilst I was at that point really into trash metal and starting to listen to death metal. But this mismatch of tastes didn’t matter to either of us.

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From this moment it was quite clear that we both liked each other a lot, so next Saturday we went on our first date. I proposed going to a pool, I really like being in water it calms me down, and I didn’t mind the opportunity to see her in a bikini either. I noticed marks on her legs, she sadly partook in self harm. The divorce of her parents wasn’t without reason, her father was abusive and it left its marks. We chatted, swam and cuddled a lot but neither of us dared to make a move. We chatted more after on the phone and we both regretted not making a move but talking about it made me less afraid the next time.

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I can’t recall what we did on our second date, the kiss we shared melted away any other memory of the day. Our glasses clashed together as our lips met each other, we giggled awkwardly and put them away. Followed by pure bliss as I felt her soft lips, not so long after tongues followed. It wasn’t the first time for me but it was amazing nonetheless. I’m very conscious of consent, maybe to much since it has forced me into a position where I’m scared to take any kind of initiative. So her making the move on that front was godsent.

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She lived with her divorced mother and brother, and the apartment had only 2 bedrooms. It was her brother that got the gift of privacy while she slept in the same room as her mother. Who was trying her best to keep an eye on us as much as possible. We snuck upstairs desperate to uncover more of each other. We kissed more and she placed my hand on her breast, I’d never touched another girls breasts before. I returned the favour, and then I reached under her shirt and undid her bra. They were amazing about a B-cup, very soft with a nice small nipple on top and just the perfect amount of volume to play with. Mine are pretty much non existent but she didn’t seem to mind as she followed suit. Her fingers on my nipples were amazing, and her gently squeezing whatever mass she could find of my tits made me melt. We went on like this kissing and feeling each other for a while until our exploring was interrupted by her mothers footsteps on the stairs. We quickly released each other hid our actions.

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Hormones raging like crazy now, our texting turned more intimate and soon into sexting. The next time we met we had already agreed on that the next step was happening, we snuck upstairs again and laid in her bed kissing and feeling each other up when she unbuttoned her jeans, I slid my hand in but because of her tight jeans I had some fitting my rather large hands in there. After a lot of awkward hand action, I felt my target, she was clean shaven just like myself, the back of my fingers became wet from her drenched panties and I started rubbing her clitoral area gently. She moaned softly and kissing became a difficult thing for her to focus on. After a while I wrangled my hand in her pants further trying to get at her incredibly wet vagina, with some difficulty and giggling from her as she watched me struggle I found my mark and slipped in my middle finger. I didn’t have much movement available so I slowly fingered her to the first orgasm of many to come. She shuddered and I felt her walls pushing back on my fingers, pushing against this force seemed to increase her moans so I didn’t stop.

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When her climax was over her face was red and she giggled, we kissed some more before she started to do the same to me. As I undid my pants and her fingers started on my clit, I felt my orgasm building up really quickly already, but before I reached it that dreaded sound again. Hastily we did our pants up again. And we couldn’t finish what we had started, “next time she whispered”. My genitalia ached, and I was nauseous on the way home from the lack of relief. But when I got in bed that night I made sure I got that orgasm, sadly not at her hands though.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k27hec/my_first_time_with_my_first_serious_girlfriend