Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay posting, Emily and I made the drive back to campus and had to start getting settled back in today…more posts coming soon but just the 1 tonight. For those of you that have messaged us (yes, Emily is on this account too), we truly appreciate your feedback and we read every single comment and message. We are up for chatting with you about anything and everything, just 1, no sexting and 2, no you can’t see pics. She represents a D1 University on an athletic scholarship and we are both pursuing professional careers in the spring after graduation, so no pics to pair with our descriptive sexual escapades.
Without further ado, how we lost our collective lesbian virginity. I hope you enjoy! ♡Jen
The weekend after Emily’s successful debut home Cross Country meet where I wagered myself as her prize was a rare free weekend for the team that ran more miles than I could fathom. After her race, I had asked Em if she really wanted to take that next step and go all the way together, and with me?? Like that’s a huge deal and I didn’t want to pressure her or anything, especially since neither of us was “out” except with eachother. She reaffirmed that she really thought she wanted this, but wanted 1, to go on a real date somewhere people wouldn’t out us, and 2, she wanted it it to be all natural. As much as she had absolutely loved me using my bullet vibe on her after the frat party the one time, she genuinely wanted just us exploring eachother and making lobe. Got it. Hot date, steamy sex, no toys.Too easy.
Actually super stressful for Jen, booking a room at a super nice place in a city over an hour away where no one would know us, getting both of us dresses that suited our tastes to suprise her, and finally getting a killer set of lingerie to be Emily’s prize in, while working in a tanning session to get rid of all of my mismatched tanlines from end of summer lake days and my new found running routine with Em in my fight to ditch the Freshman 15, getting a wax done and oh yeah….go to class. Not quite mission impossible but I’d had a long ween.
Come Friday night, I helped Emily pack up, loaded my car and booked it out of town for 48 whole hours where no one would care that we were a lesbian couple, because we would just be anonymous faces in the crowd. We got to the hotel (I kinda suprised her with the “wow” factor on it, it was a swanky place in the city where 2 teen girls in travel clothes, i.e. sweet pants and t-shirts were royally out of place in the lobby), and decided we were both kinda totally wiped out from the week. We changed into the bathrobes that came with our room, ordered pizza to the room and binged rom-coms while oh so sexily feeding eachother big slices like we were some kind of Greek goddesses being waited on. In reality we were totally being super silly 18 year olds enjoying the nicest hotel either of us had ever been in and taking advantage of every reason to hold hands or give a passing kiss like two flirty love birds. When we finally crashed, snuggling in the bathrobes we never bothered to change out of was the sum total of sexiness for the night.
In the morning, all of that changed, Jen’s plan to wow my lover hit high gear. We slept the morning away before heading to the zoo for a total couply date day where I spent the whole time taking selfies with the cutie on my arm and learning about her uncanny ability to make the goofiest animal noises that totally don’t match the animal in real life but are still completely adorable. Time flew and it felt like we were just two happy lovers out on a date having a blast on your average elementary school field trip. Win #1 for Jen.
When dinner time rolled around, I had booked us a candlelit table for 2 at the Melting Pot where I planned 4 course Fondue for Two (Actually freaking amazing, everyone should try it). Emily looked absolutely stunning in the Little Black Dress I had picked out for her, a mid thigh, tight fitting number with a low scooping back and mildly deep V neckline front that showed off a reasonable amount of her B cup cleavage, even though it was a dress she couldn’t wear a bra with to get some added support. Her breasts were perky enough on their own and her tight little runners butt gave back enough “wow” while maintaining a bit of modesty she usually went for. I decided on a matching dress to mirror Emily’s, a pale ivory, cut the same, except the larger size of my butt and my C cup cleavage made the modesty factor a little lower.
All throughout dinner, I could not keep my eyes off Emily’s genuinely hot looking features, her blue eyes and dirty blonde hair standing out against the all black in the lowered light of the restaurant. I knew neither of us was “out” but this felt more and more like a real date that I could see myself going on again and again and I started to truly question whether or not my fun with Emily was just “college experimenting ” or actually discovering my love of someone and a relationship life I’d never even considered growing up. What followed was Two of the most enjoyable hours of dinner with Emily, listening to her talk about running as she tried teaching me about Cross country, indoor and outdoor track and all about her real passions for the sport while I simultaneously set myself to memorizing her every feature and expression as she got into something she truly has a love for. By the time dessert chocolate came and I sat there giggling as I fed my date chocolate covered strawberries, we were both in a mood to get back to the room and learn even more about each other.
Upon arriving at the room, I told Emily to lay back in the center of the bed in her dress from dinner while I went to change into something special. I took my overnight bag into the restroom, slipped out of my dress and put on a set of pale purple lingerie that consisted of a lace thong that rode low on my hips, maybe covering two or three inches above the top of my slit and came to an almost G-string look in the back with just enough material at the top to make it a thong instead. A matching lace bra, accentuating my cleavage while being near-totally see-through and displaying my hardening pink nipples rounded out the look. With a deep breath, I looked myself over in the mirror and committed to what I was about to do, to taking this massive step with Emily and just giving myself to her.
When I walked out to the low lit bedroom, I got a soft “wow” from Emily that let me know I’d picked right. I slowly spun around for her at the edge of the bed, bending forward to let my breasts dangle, showing off my cleavage before repeating the motion while facing away from her, teasing her with the thin strip of fabric hiding my holes from her view. I climbed onto the edge of the bed and crawled my way up to her, placing my knee between her legs, my thigh pushing her dress up revealing a plain black athletic thong underneath while I straddled her toned thigh, rubbing myself against her muscular leg as I bent down, took her face in my hands kissed her as though my life depended on it, taking her tongue and in my mouth and running my fingers through her long blonde hair, eager just to touch her anywhere I could.
I reached behind her neck and unclasped her dress, pushing the soft fabric down to her waist as I took her small breast in my hand and her hard brown nipple in my mouth, my tongue making small circles around her erect nub as she softly moaned. I reached a hand into her small black thong and found her eager to the touch. She moaned louder as my fingers teased between the slick folds around her entrance. In the heat of the moment she begged for me to “just get all the clothes out of the way”. I stood up, took her by the hand and helped her to her feet, sliding the dress past her hips and down to the floor before dropping to my knees, taking her thong between my teeth and pulling it down as well, giving teasing kisses to both creases of her bikini line as I did.
I stood back up and slowly removed the lace bra, allowing my C cup breasts to spill out into Emily’s face. She leaned down slightly and began to almost suckle on one nipple, driving me a little crazy as I guided her hand into the pale purple lace thong to feel my growing arousal and pull them to the floor herself, which she eagerly did before returning her fingers to the space between my thighs, teasingly slipping a single knuckle inside me as we stood making out. I stepped away and eased her back onto the bed, this time positioning my body directly between her legs as I kissed my way from her lips, to her neck, lingered on her nipples before kissing my way down her ticklish sides and down the creases of her bikini line as my tongue finally found itself tracing the line between her slit. I took both hands, pressing her inner thighs open and using my thumbs to spread the lips of her vagina and found her entrance open to me and her engorged clit begging to be kissed as I explored her newly spread upon self. My tongue was running quick small circles over her exposed clit when I slipped two fingers inside her and began to rapidly pump in and out of her, matching the ever quickening pace of my tongue against her clit. She was moaning my name. The breathless cries of Jen please don’t stop please don’t slow down brought her climax to a crescendo as she squeezed her legs together, trapping my fingers inside her tightly clenched vagina as the orgasm pulsed through her. She held me there by a fist full of my long brown hair that I hadn’t noticed her grasp as my tongue remained in its place against her it.
It took a minute for her to come down but soon I felt her smaller hands reaching for my sides beaconing me to come up for air. I kissed her softly, her taste still on my lips and chin which she happily kissed anyway and she grasped my butt while scooting her whole body down between my legs like she was trying to escape. I was caught off guard and she suddenly stopped before she got all the way out from under me, her face directly below my spread legs as I straddled her beautiful face. She reached her thumbs back up, reaching through my legs, one finding its way inside my soaking wet vagine while the other pulled my folds open, exposing my bare clit to her soft tongue. I was in heaven. As she increased the pace of her tongue and pushed her thumb to the knuckle into my vagina, I found myself almost dry humping her face as I squeezed my own breast with one hand, balancing against the headboard with the other. In minutes I reached my own orgasm, almost squeezing too hard around her sweet face and my legs involuntarily clenched at her passionate links of my clit.
I sat back on her, my soaked vagina resting against her firm abs, just making a mess of both of us as I kissed her in thanks, trying to convey just how amazing I felt at what she had just done to me. The kissing slowed and softened as we quietly agreed we needed a shower to clean up after that. We shared a warm, chaste shower that saw us scrub and rinse eachother, with a few kisses sprinkled in before heading back to bed to sleep naked in eachothers arms. Morning came too soon and it was back to campus, but we both agreed that whatever else happened on this crazy experience we were having together, we were truly glad to have lost our virginity a 2nd time in a far more special way than either of us had lost it to men.
Wow. Long story tonight folks but this one was huge for me. I should have known right then that Emily was the woman for me, but we would spend 3 more years finding out way to being “out” together before we’re finally officially a couple. You’ll see more stories of me with men, and trying lots of new things with Emily so I hope you’ll stick around. This one was truly the beginning of me realizing and embracing my sexuality, even if it was just 1 weekend in a town that no one knew us in. It was perfect for us. As always, the DMs are open and we both welcome feedback! Thanks again for reading ♡ Jen…and ♡Emily
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r3y3xx/jens_university_chronicles_part_9losing_it_with
Wow!!! Bravo. Had me so hooked.