A few years ago, I was introduced to this girl called Issie through some mutual friends. We were both around 18. I was under the impression she was straight given she spoke about a guy some of the night, but I did notice her giving me sneaking little glances and holding eye contact for a little too long throughout the evening. The group of friends I was with knew I was bisexual and it was openly spoken about, so she was well aware of my status. I definitely thought she was attractive, and due to her extensive sports involvement, her body was close to perfection.
Do you remember those hookah/shisha bars? That’s where we were. It was pretty poorly lit, with a bunch of cushions scattered on the floor, and all of us circled around a huge pipe to share. Not COVID safe. One common ‘game’ was to pass smoke around in a circle, by blowing it into each other’s mouths, and seeing how far around the circle it could go. I don’t know, reckless teenage hormones.
I found myself sitting next to Issie as we began passing smoke around the circle. The smoke passes are usually pretty quick. When it was her turn, she faced me and tilted her head as if going in for a kiss – a move already much more intimate than any others. She gazed at my lips, her eyes slowly closing, and gently moved in. Most of the smoke had left her mouth by now. Our lips met, and she softly exhaled into me. Instead of moving away, she lingered. She continued to press her lips against mine, both of our eyes still shut, with my hand holding the side of her face. We were lost in the moment and it felt endless… but were snapped out of it when one of our male friends commented, “that’s hot”.
And fucking hot it was, indeed. I came that night thinking of Issies lips and her touch.
So I was excited to see her back at the next group hangout. We sat opposite each other this time, much to my disappointment, but continued glancing at each other whenever we could. As the night wrapped up we said we should share a taxi. Someone else wanted to join us too, and Issie quickly made up some excuse. So it was just us, in the back, and the driver went on his way.
Issie grabbed my hand next to her. I turned to her. She suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. She moved back while I collected my thoughts. It didn’t take long. I parted my lips and moved towards her again. She met me halfway with hers and we finally had our first, real, kiss. And we were fucking hungry for each other. I’ve never felt the tension for someone else build so dramatically. Our nice kiss very suddenly turned into nothing but pure fucking lust. We couldn’t get enough. Her tongue in my mouth was driving me wild. Her hand on my thigh was making me so wet. Her making me hers in the back of the cab while the driver focused on the road was thrilling. We had that “spark”, but instead of a normal physical spark, it was a primal animalistic sexual spark where I was more turned on than I ever thought I could be. I’ve never said this before, but my pussy just ached for her touch and I wanted nothing more than to have her head between my legs. Our tongues were still tangled up in each other and I found myself moaning softly into her mouth, as our breaths got more and more desperate, heavy, ragged.
Unfortunately, we were interrupted by the driver pulling up to her house and stopping the taxi. I told her I thought she was straight. She said she thought she was too.
I got home in a daze and somehow made it into bed before touching myself. Fuck, I was soaked. I imagined she would be too. I laid back in bed and I imagined Issie in between my legs. I imagined myself grabbing her hair. I imagined her devouring me, licking my clit until I gasped for air. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, closer and closer, until shocks went through my body. I leaned my head back and audibly moaned “Fuck me, Issie”.
She did end up doing so, by the way. But that’s a story for another night.
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