I told my boyfriend about my first lesbian experience [FF]

Ever since my boyfriend gave me a [fake threesome](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k7e0ly/my_first_fake_threesome_her_pov_mf/) that I’ve been wracking my mind on how to do the same to him since he told me his fantasy was to have a threesome with two girls.

 

I considered buying a fleshlight but I would’ve never been able to replicate the feeling of getting licked by two tongues, nor could I grow an extra pair of breasts for him to suck on. I even briefly considered hiring an escort after reading a post about it here on reddit. Alas, I chickened out.

 

It was not until the office Christmas party that I saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

 

Half an hour into the party and I spot my old roommate Cee from college chatting with a coworker. I excitedly told my boyfriend that there was someone that he had to meet and dragged him over. As soon as she saw me, she hugged me and giggled and joked how tall I had grown in the past year.

 

After the usual introductions she told me all about her world traveling since she left college, the food, the monuments, the people, making me jealous and happy in equal measures. You see, for the past year or so I’d only gotten two emails from her with sparse details about how she was. I felt a bit left behind but attributed it to the distance that grows after people leave college and start their own careers.

 

As the boys left to get food and chat about boys things, myself and Cee moved to a more quiet place and on to more spicy subjects. She told me how many hookups she had and in which cities. I laughed and kept playfully calling her a slut. Eventually she asks me about my sex life. I was dreading that question because, honestly, I didn’t have much to tell her besides my new boyfriend and the fake threesome. She LOVED the idea and asked about all the details. It was like telling a story to a child. Eventually I told her that I was trying to come up with a fake threesome for him but to no avail.

 

“Well, what if you give him a real threesome? I wouldn’t mind joining in. It’s not like me and you haven’t fooled around before. And I could show you all the new things I learned…” she says teasing me and earning a light slap on the arm.

“I’m not sure about that… I’d have to talk with him about that. What about your boyfriend?” I ask as I point over to my coworker.

“Oh, he’s just a date. Pretty boring if you ask me. It probably won’t go past anything tonight.”

 

She grabbed me by the arm and we went over to the boys. Fortunately there was a lot of people around us and Cee didn’t pursue the threesome matter anymore. We stayed a little past midnight before saying our good-byes.

 

As we are riding back to my place I get the courage to approach the subject.

 

“What did you think about Cee?”, I asked my boyfriend.

“She seemed like a good person. And funny. That joke about the horse that learned to play the guitar was really something.”

“OK, but, what did you think about Cee, physically?”

“Is this a trick question?”, he asked with a nervous laughter.

“No… She’s attractive, right?”

“You’re asking me if the blue-eyed-blonde that’s almost my height is attractive? Well, I couldn’t tell if she had nice boobs under that huge, ugly, Christmas sweater. But yeah, she seemed alright.” he says mocking me.

I stay silent for a bit and, before he asks anything else, I decide to come clean.

“I wanted to surprise you with a fake threesome similar to the one you gave me, but, you know, without the dildos.” We both laugh at this and I continue “But I can’t come up with any ideas on how to accomplish it. So I asked Cee about it and she couldn’t come up with anything either. And then she suggested being the third element of the threesome…”

“Wait. What? Out of the blue? She wants to have sex with the both of us?”

“It’s… It’s not that out of the blue. We hooked up during college.” I tell him, looking intently at his face trying to discern his reaction.

“Were you lovers? Do you still like her? I’m not very comfortable with you sleeping with an ex.”

“No! Nothing like that. It was more like a mutual arrangement…” I pause, thinking how should I explain it. “Let me tell you about the first time I had sex with Cee…”

 

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I met Cee at beginning of college when I rented a room in a small two bedroom apartment. It was nothing fancy. She had also just moved in and was starting classes on her own so we mostly had the same schedules and experiences throughout. One major difference were her monthly hookups.

 

Every month or so she would bring a guy over, they would fuck and then he’d leave. They were always different and at one point I asked her if she had poor taste in men or if they were all morons. She told me that they were just hookups that she’d find at a party whenever she needed to relieve some stress.

 

“You should try it out one day. You’ll be more relaxed for a couple of days, maybe even weeks!” she mentioned, trying to persuade me.

 

At the time, I wasn’t a virgin but all my previous boyfriends were all lousy in the sack. I wasn’t properly eager to lose some precious study just to indulge some douches in hopes of getting fucked properly.

 

Fast-forward to June of the first year of college and I’m a pile of nervous studying for finals. I’d been holed up in my room, piles of papers all around, laundry in a corner, I wasn’t sure when was the last time I had a bath and I would only come out for groceries or to eat. It was probably early in the night when I heard a knock on my door.

 

“Hey Elle? Are you awake? Is everything OK?”, I hear Cee’s concerned voice. Not wanting her to be worried I open the door to greet her. She’s all pepped up, ready for a night out. Great. I’ll probably wake up to her loud moans later on.

“I’m alright. Thanks for asking. It’s the exams, I’ve been studying non-stop.”

“Hmm you don’t seem alright” she says, eyeing me top to bottom. “I was going to invite you to go out with me but…”

“Yeah, nevermind that. I don’t have the time for parties.”, I say, trying to dismiss her.

“What if I stay indoors today? We could cook something and watch a movie? Maybe?”

“Hmmm, I really need to-” and make this feeble gesture to my pile of books.

“Come on! It’s just, what, 4 hours that you’ll lose of study time? You’ll feel much better tomorrow. I promise.”

I agree begrudgingly. “Ok ok. Let me get a bath first.”

 

I missed the warm water and the comfiness of washed clothes. When I got out of the shower I was greeted with the delicious smell of pasta coming from the kitchen.

 

I didn’t even had to cook. Cee did everything by herself and even picked some silly comedy for us to watch on the TV.

 

We talked. We laughed. We cuddled in the sofa and I eventually fell asleep resting my head on her.

 

I open my eyes to sex sounds coming up from the TV. It’s an interracial threesome from the Spartacus show with a large black man fucking a woman. She doesn’t look comfortable, but for some reason, my lower regions start throbbing.

 

Since my head is sideways on Cee’s comfortable breasts, I slowly look at her to confirm that she’s still sleeping and proceed to slide my hand to my panties and gently rub my clit. The scene was really short, like two minutes short, with some choking and double penetration. I enjoyed it but it wasn’t long enough for me to get anywhere.

 

The scene ends, I remove my hand from my panties and I’m startled by Cee awake and looking at me.

 

“Were you masturbating to that disgusting threesome? That was practically rape.” she said amusingly.

“What if I was? Are you going to scold me or something?” I replied, equally amused.

“Maybe I should!” she said while laughing and giving me light taps on the ass.

“Please spank me! I’ve been a bad girl!” I say with my best schoolgirl tone, giggling, and position myself face-down with my ass right above her legs.

 

Cee raises her hand to slap me in the ass but stops and looks at me in a devilish way.

 

“I have an idea. Let’s play a game. I’m going to ask you questions and you have to reply without saying no. You can even lie to me, I don’t care. You just can’t say no. Agreed?”

 

I can’t really tell if she’s joking or not but agree, believing that she’s goofing around.

 

“Oh, and you have to pick a safe word to say if you want the game to end.”

“That would be Cartography.” I reply.

“Ok. Cartography it is. Have you ever played this game before?”

“No”. I reply and promptly receive a smack on my right ass cheek. I recoil and feel my clit gently brushing against her leg.

“Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that.” I said, startled.

“Do you want me stop?”

“No, but-” ***smack***, she hits me harder this time.

“Did that hurt?”

“A bit. Can you do it softer?”, I ask her.

“Sorry, I’m the one asking questions here. Did you enjoy these slaps?”

“Yes”, I lied, quickly learning my lesson.

“Good girl. Have you ever been spanked before?”

“Yes.”

“By your boyfriends?”

“Yes.”

“Did you beg them to spank you?”

“I did.”

“Do you want me to spank you again?”

“Yes”, ***smack***.

“Beg me to spank you.”

“Please spank me”, I’d never been submissive to anyone else before and was actually getting aroused by this. She slapped me harder.

“Was it too soft?”

“No.” ***smack***. She giggles. Fuck, she’s good with the mind tricks.

“Were you wet watching that lady getting fucked by two men on the TV?”

“Yes”

“Are you still wet?”

“Yes.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No” ***smack***. This one felt great and I tensed up containing a moan.

“Show me that you’re still wet. Take off your shorts.” I oblige.

“Good girl. Look at you soaking through your panties. Also, you’re a bit redder on your left cheek than your right cheek. Should I make them the same color?”

“Yes”.

 

Why am I saying these things? I guess it’s been too long since I’ve been this aroused. She spanked me a couple of times on each side. Each spank causing me to flinch and grind my clit again on her leg, increasing my pleasure until I let out a small moan.

 

“Did you just moan?”

“I did.”

“Should I help you with that?” and without waiting for my reply she starts to slowly circle my clit through the panties with her index finger. It felt amazing. I started to moan with each passing of her finger.

“Are you thinking about the sex scene you just saw?”

“Yes” I lied. I wasn’t but began thinking about it.

“Should I put a finger in your ass just like the other guy did with his dick?”

“No.” ***smack***. I recoil, not expecting the spank, causing her finger to slip from my clit and slightly enter my vagina along with some fabric.

“Well, if I can’t put my finger in your ass, then it needs to go in your mouth.” and she puts two fingers from her left hand on my lips. I go along with it and start licking and sucking her fingers, putting them whole inside my mouth.

“Good girl. Can I remove your panties? They’re kind of in the way you know.”

“Hmm hmm.” I replied, still sucking on her fingers, picturing in my mind that I was getting fucked from behind while sucking a cock.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” she says as she deftly lowers my panties, exposing my asshole and my wet pussy.

“Do you want me to finger you?”

 

I’d never been with a girl before but the horniness and confusion about the spanking and replying with “no” led me to a blunder.

 

“No. I mean, yes. Yes.” I said, fearing the ***smack*** on my burning red cheeks.

 

Do you know when, in the movies, the women always moan on the first penetration and everyone knows its fake? Well, I moaned hard as she slid a single finger inside me and started working on my g-spot.

 

It felt so good I stopped sucking on her fingers and just let them resting against my tongue. She fingered me a couple of times and then started to rub my clit with her thumb. At this point my mind was blank with pleasure.

 

My breathing sped up along with my heart rate and I opened my mouth to moan. She took out her fingers from my mouth as I did this.

 

“Do you want me to keep fingering you?”

“Yes.”

“Beg me”

“Yes please.” I said between moans.

“Do you want me to finger your ass?”

“No” ***smack*** “Yes”, I said automatically.

 

And she did. She first circled her still wet fingers with my spit on my asshole and then inserted the tip of one of them. I flinched and moved my ass away from her, causing her to squeeze my clit and my g-spot. It was too intense and I started orgasming.

 

“I’m cumming! Don’t stop!”

 

And she did. She fingered both my holes while rubbing my clit. I had never experienced such a strong orgasm and was practically screaming with pleasure.

 

I get up immediately, feeling a light daze from being face-down all this time and standing up too fast. I was confused. I’d just orgasmed from having sex with a girl, while thinking about two men fucking me. I started moving to the bathroom when Cee interrupted.

 

“You know, it’s polite to return the favor…”

“Do want me to spank you?” I smirked.

“Not really. I had something else in mind.” She smirked back and spread her legs.

 

I considered my next move for a couple of seconds and decided that I might as well take the plunge. I kiss her sloppily and remove her top, exposing her breasts. They were bigger than mine with small nipples. I kissed her chest and breasts while slowly moving down. She lays back on the sofa and removes her shorts and panties, inviting me to lick her up.

 

I timidly approach my face to her lower regions, kissing her inner thighs before making up my mind whether to lick her clit or her pussy. I go for the clit. I start off with small licks and increase intensity as she grabs my head and moans lightly.

 

I get bolder and insert a single finger inside her, reaching upwards for her g-spot. She adjusts herself to give me a better access and I take advantage of it by sliding in another finger. She’s so wet. I keep fingering and licking her for some minutes before taking a chance on three fingers. She doesn’t contest and I think to myself that I might as well get four in.

 

“Are you trying to fist me? Fuck. That feels amazing.” she manages to say.

 

Its payback time. I kept licking her clit relentlessly while pushing further and further my fingers right up until the knuckles. I didn’t even realize that she was cumming until I felt her insides spasm and squeeze my hand. Her face was flushed and she seemed out of breath.

 

I carefully remove my fingers after she’s done and we both laugh and hug. We called it a night and each went to our rooms.

 

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“And? Did you hookup again after that??” my boyfriend asks way too excited.

 

“We did. Four times, always near exams. We weren’t lovers, we were just helping each other out. And just so you know, the only time I fucked a guy in college was because she persuaded me to go to a party and try my luck.” I told him a bit embarrassed. “You could say that it was thanks to Cee that I gathered the courage to go to that Halloween party where we both met.”

 

He smiles at this and agrees that at since me and Cee were already comfortable with each other it would take some awkwardness out of the threesome. Little did I know that he had his own plans regarding this threesome…

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