Just Gal Pals (FF, college girls, first girl on girl experience, first person, fiction)

I’ve known I like women for almost as long as I’ve known I like men. The soft lips of a woman, the dark eyes–even better if they’re lined with dark eyeliner and mascara. The perky tits and soft little asses. I’ve never been able to look away. But I’ve kept those desires down, down deep, frightened of being rejected or of losing the friends I found myself unwillingly attracted to. I frustrated myself, barely even wanting to touch myself at the thought of a woman. But I struggled with Amie. She stuck with me, occupying my thoughts at night and during the day. I longed to run my fingers through her curly hair. I settled for long friendly hugs and goofy conversation. I knew I wasn’t getting anything more.

Amie dated another friend of mine, a man who was not well-known for his integrity and who, I felt, didn’t value her the way she deserved. She was constantly at his apartment, skipping classes for what I jealously assumed was mediocre sex. I supported her however I could, but I could feel her floundering. I could see her in need. I invited her over for a movie one Saturday afternoon and hoped that the distance from her boyfriend would help Amie feel less flustered, if only for a few hours.

As with most college dorm rooms, my room left little space for guest. A desk chair and a bed were our only seating options. I sat in the desk chair, wanting to give Amie space and keep my own desires in check. To my surprise, she scooted herself into the chair with me, her hips pushing against mine as we tried to fit two people into one chair. I placed my arm around her as we started the movie, my legs shaking from the stress of hanging off the chair and from the sexual tension I was starting to feel.

The movie played on, Amie and I laughing and crying at the appropriate moments. As the credits rolled, she asked if I liked the movie, and I had–for more than just the content of the film. “Good,” she said softly. “I’m glad,” and to my surprise, I felt her lips rest softly on my cheek. I inhaled hard through my nose, disbelieving what I felt, and sure that it was just a mistake. But there it was again, another soft kiss from soft lips on my cheek. I wrapped my arms around Amie and kissed her forehead, afraid of her lips but willing to show my consent for her little kisses, hoping for more. She looked up to me and we both smiled, her body warm against mine, the smell of her hair hitting me. I looked down and saw something change in her eyes. Feeling emboldened, I rested my nose against hers, and felt her breath quicken. I closed my eyes and kissed her waiting lips.

Amie came to life next to me, responding to my kiss with vigor and excitement. I traced my tongue into her mouth, tasting her and feeling her tongue connect with mine. I felt her hands on my back, rubbing me up and down my spine as I stroked her head and played with her beautiful brown curls. I brought her closer and closer, cherishing the kiss, my first kiss with a woman, her full lips stirring my body into arousal. We broke the kiss and giggled, smiling at each other and going in for a series of short little pecks. I stood up, my eyes asking Amie to stand up with me. I took her hand and led her to the bed, barely believing the situation, acting far braver than I ever believed possible. Amie laid down. I climbed on top of her, my panties soaked and my body desperate for hers.

I looked down at Amie and planted more kisses on her lips, grinding my hips down towards her. Her hips met mine with intensity and desire. We rubbed up against each other as I kissed her neck and grabbed her right breast with tender intensity. Amie reached around to my back, lifting my shirt and unhooking my bra with all the expertise of a woman. I felt my breasts fall free and I giggled again, pulling off my tank top and my bra with it. Amie pulled her shirt up too, removing her bra to reveal beautifully perky breasts with dark, small nipples pointed up at me. I gasped with desire, her tits so different from my massive breasts with faint nipples. She lay back on the bed, a bit of nervousness appearing in her eyes. I kissed her gently again, reassurances of her beauty leaving my lips. She kissed me with renewed confidence and lowered her hand to feel my tits. I moved downwards and took a nipple into my mouth, wrapping my lips around her and using my tongue to tease her. The nipple got pointier, more full of desire, the little bumps on the areola becoming more pronounced. I kissed her lips again and moved down even farther.

Amie lifted her hips as I undid the button and fly on her jeans. I kissed her mound through her pants and saw her head tilt back in desire. And in that moment, my inexperience came into my thoughts. I had no idea how to lick a woman to orgasm, hell, I had never even had a boyfriend go down on me. I was terrified. But her scent urged me on–I wanted her. Nervously I told her this was new to me and that I’d do my best, and she stroked my hair. “You’re gonna be great,” she said, with her eyes locked on mine. “I want this so badly.” That was all I needed. I pulled down her pants and looked at her with deep, exulting breaths.

Her pussy was soaked, I could see the fluid sticking to the lips of her labia. A little nub poked out above her entrance, and her hips twitched with desire. I closed my eyes and licked with the full flat of my tongue. Amie groaned above me with desire. I tasted her again, the salt of her body filling my mouth with irresistible desire. My licks became faster, my hands resting on her ass, grabbing and pulling her towards me. Amie’s noises became more frequent and I knew I was doing well. I pointed my tongue and circled her clit, feeling brave enough to enter her with my finger as I did. Amie’s body was wet and warm, lubricated for me. I tried to remember every sex tip I’d ever read, moving my finger in a come hither motion as the magazines I’d read had suggested, stroking her clit with my tongue as I did. Amie writhed. Her voice raised with more and more pleasure as I turned my head from side to side, rubbing her clit with intensity and fingering her deeper and deeper until I felt her burst, her pussy answering my call for orgasm. Her hips shook. I kissed her gently and licked the fluid that had left her body. Amie looked down at me with pleasure. I came up and kissed her lips again, her tongue darting into my mouth to taste her own cum. Gently, Amie rolled me onto my back and kissed me from my mouth to my crotch, pulling down my shorts with ease and excitement.

Her tongue was better than I could have imagined. I moaned, unable to resist her as her tongue traced my thick lips. She entered me with her tongue, thrusting in and out and making me squeal with desire. I had always thought my clit was hard to find, but Amie found it in an instant and began to rub it with intensity. Amie’s tongue licked me all over, and I soon felt her finger gently enter me. My head tilted backwards with a moan as she fingered me slower, then faster, with another finger entering after a minute of ecstasy. She shook her head on me, as I had done to her, and I understand why that side-to-side action had made her lose control. The quick motion on my clit made my pussy even wetter, and her fingers brought me closer and closer to my inevitable orgasm. My body started to seize up and I reassured her with more moans. Amie was impatient. She fingered me even tougher and faster, licking my clit relentlessly, bringing me to orgasm. I pinched my own nipples, moaning and squeezing every muscle in my body, until finally, my body released. I called out in pleasure.

Amie licked me down once more, as I had done for her, then came up to kiss me. Her face was wet as I held it. I kissed her cheek and tasted myself, realizing that I had squirted on her in my ecstasy. I felt nervous, and whispered an apology for the mess. Amie kissed me harder and held me closer. The warmth of her body covered me in comfort. This felt right. This felt incredible. We held each other tight and pulled the covers over us, snuggling each other and gazing into each others’ eyes.

A noise at the door, and we became a little terrified when we realized my roommate was home. She greeted us with wide eyes and hellos, and quickly went across the hall to the bathroom. Amie and I giggled and got dressed, me planting one more kiss on her nipple as we put our clothes on. We got back under the blankets although nothing unusual had happened, both hoping that we would be able to have an encounter like this again with each other. We squeezed hands, and I kissed Amie goodbye as she went off to see her boyfriend. I doubted she would cum as hard later, and I didn’t want to know if she did. For that day I wanted her to be mine and mine alone. Even if I never tasted her again, that would be enough.

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Hope you enjoyed this :) <3 Harlowe

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/lmq766/just_gal_pals_ff_college_girls_first_girl_on_girl