My [21F] (first) one night stand with another woman [23F] [FF]

I had been dating this really toxic, homophobic, misogynistic man-child for a year. Our breakup was brutal, and I was left permanently scarred. He was good in bed though. It’s always the worst ones, right?

Anyway, he had been my first everything, and I was completely blind to many things that were wrong with us and many things about me that I had repressed. I realized I was incredibly attracted to women a few months after breaking up with him. In my desperation to not be alone, though, I started dating another guy. And then another one.

I had just started dating this last guy who was, again, kinda homophobic. I was not in the mood for a relationship, though. But he was, so he asked me to be exclusive with him and I agreed.

One of my male best friends had another really close female friend and we had met each other a couple of times. She was (still is) a blonde bombshell. Super cute face, high cheekbones, shorter than me. What stood out, though, were her breasts. Round and full, unlike mine. I didn’t know if I wanted to be her or fuck her, at first. Maybe both. I only knew I was in awe of her.

We had added each other on Insta, and one night I reacted to one of her stories (not unusual for us, we had done this several times). Only this time I caught her super drunk and she started blatantly flirting with me. I had never flirted with another woman before, but I knew what flirting felt like. I was curled up on my couch, turned on as hell. I showed the messages to my friend, and he said that I was reading too much into them. I didn’t believe him. She was so drunk she even had typos. She kept asking me why I wasn’t there with her drinking. I asked why she hadn’t invited me.

This happened twice. The second time she plainly told me “I’m crazy about you”. I returned the feeling. I never thought this would escalate as it did. I was used to friendly flirting with guys I found attractive, being myself a natural flirt. But this— this had “I want you” written plain as day on both of our faces.

I don’t remember how it came to be that my male friend arranged a night out just the three of us. Maybe I wished for it so much that it happened. Maybe more people had been invited but couldn’t come… I honestly don’t remember. I just know that we found ourselves at a pub on a Friday night. I even still have silly pictures of us fooling around. Drinking. Dancing around the tables. Being loud and carefree.

I don’t know how I didn’t see this earlier, but she lived far away from the pub, and as it got later and there was no way for her to get home other than an expensive cab… it became clear that she had to stay the night somewhere else. I hadn’t planned this. I lived 5 blocks away from the pub. So I did what any other woman would do and invited her to stay over, insisting on it. I was so drunk. She was so drunk. Even my male friend was too, but he just saw it as a kind gesture… which initially, it was.

I don’t remember the walk back home. I don’t remember making up the bed for her to sleep on. I don’t remember how we ended up both on the bed, lying side by side facing the ceiling and talking shit about our exes. She had been hurt badly and was still emotionally healing, and I was too. I do remember what happened next.

She turned on her side and looked at me, eyes glazing over, still buzzed from our drinks, but there was an intensity on them. Also a hint of shyness. I turned my head, saw her, and then turned completely on my side too. And then she just reached out and planted a kiss on my mouth. Her lips were so soft, so plump and gentle. I sucked in a breath, loving this. I went with my instincts, and cradled her face with my hand, pulling her closer. Her breasts pushed up against me— they were the first thing I felt, and then her whole body. Closer, hotter. I wanted to roll over her and pin her down, but I was unsure if she would like that, so I opted for making us kneel up on the bed.

My hands roamed free, and her hands went to my waist. She grabbed me and stopped kissing me to look at me.

“God, I love your waist” she whispered. I was dumbstruck as I felt a wave of heat roll over me, from the compliment, but also from the fact that she looked so honest, and so hungry. Her hands moved downward then, and grabbed my ass. She slid her hands all over it, gently exploring, and then pulling me closer to her. Everything still somehow caught me by surprise, even if it had been obvious from the first moment I laid eyes on her, years ago. But then things clicked, and my body reacted, arched against her, wanting more.

I like to be submissive during sex. I like losing control. But, oh, how I love it when I feel someone bend for me, ready to let me take control, to let me lead. I saw that in her eyes, in the way she breathed my name out while I kissed her neck, her earlobe, and went further down.

I eagerly took off her shirt, and then took off mine. Her breasts spilled out, barely contained by her black bra. I continued my kisses down her neck, on her collarbone while my hands lay at her waist, pulling her closer, not letting her go. Her head rolled back, her hair was pushed to one side of her neck while I ravaged the other. One of my hands left her waist to roam slowly up, cupping her breast. She let out a moan and hastily unhooked her bra.

She grabbed my hand and put it right over her nipple, massaging herself through my hand, showing me how she liked it. I didn’t need to be told twice, and I grabbed both her breasts, savouring the feel of them in my hands. I needed her on the bed, I needed her below me, so I pushed her down, her hair all over the place over the pillow, her eyelids half shut. I continued my path down her neck with my mouth, licking and lightly sucking. I flicked my finger over her nipple and her hips shot up, her back arched. She let out a moan.

“More, please, more”. She grabbed my head and dragged it further down, until my breath was right over her left nipple. I flicked my tongue, obliging. Again she moaned, deeper. She let go of my head and I circled her nipple with my tonuge one, two, three times. She was so sensitive there, her whole body shuddered. I finally put my mouth over it and sucked lightly, sensing her, hearing her. Also feeling how wet I was becoming myself.

“You can bite them, use your teeth”. She whimpered. “Please”.

I went a bit wild at that. I felt whatever had been coiling inside me since seeing her so soft, so pale and small below me, snap. I bit her nipple, hard. She cried out, and immediately asked for more. I grinned against her breast, and scraped my teeth over her, sucking at the same time. I grabbed her other breast with my hand and also flicked over her nipple, pinching it and twisting slightly. I knew what she liked now, there was no turning back to being gentle.

She continued begging for more, and I gave it to her. I sucked her nipples, nipped at them, pinched them and thoroughly enjoyed myself seeing her reactions. I was so turned on— I had her pinned against the bed. I needed more of that feeling, so I grabbed both her hands which were frantically trying to grab my waist, and raised them above her head, using only one hand to secure them there. Her eyes went wild with need, with the knowledge that she couldn’t move. I was stronger than her, and also, she didn’t want to move.

I used only my mouth now, one hand above her head holding her wrists and another one on her waist pinning her down. She moaned louder, thrashed a bit, trying to get out of my grip while I tortured her breasts. I took my sweet time with her like this, and it is an image I won’t ever get out of my head. At last I let her go, because I needed to get her pants off. We took the rest of our clothes off and then it was her turn. We knelt on the bed again and she kissed all over my neck, over my nipples, also biting them once I let her know through some ragged breaths that I liked that too. Her hands found my waist again, circling it and then roaming lower. She touched me there, and found me wet.

She looked up and grinned a sweet, innocent smile. Neither of us knew what we were doing. We were just following our instincts, and she gently massaged me, slipped her finger inside of me as I struggled to keep myself upright. She fingered me for a while, eventually slipping a second finger in, and my moan was louder this time. One finger feels nice, but two fingers is always the real deal. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I took control again and grabbed her hand, slid it out of me and laid her back on the bed.

Without much warning, I slipped my own finger inside of her. She was so wet, and warm, and surprised. Her head shot up, her hands trying to push me away.

“Shh, shh, shh… my turn” I said. And placed a hand on her stomach, keeping her there.

I fingered her, and then slid a second finger in, her back arching, her groans louder. Her hips asked for more, and faster. I thrust my fingers in and out of her, and on impulse lowered my mouth to her. Her surprised yelp was exquisite. I licked a few times, exploring, testing, seeing what she liked. I stayed down there a few minutes, enjoying myself as much as I was enjoying eating her out and watching her face twist with pleasure.

Eventually I let her go, and we looked at each other in the knowledge that we had been our firsts, and we had loved it. We cuddled on the bed for a while, I spooned her from behind, keeping a hand over those lovely breasts. She sighed, happy, pleasured, and spent.

The shit the guy I was dating at that time put me through, afterwards, was totally worth the few hours I got to spend with her. I never saw her again, and I wish I did. A lot of ugly things unraveled, and I had another shitty relationship with this guy, after which I swore to never again fall for that type.

I will always remember her, and that hungry, dominant part inside of me she awoke. I owe her some of my hottest memories, and my first and only experience with a woman. Hopefully not the last one.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zh2j9n/my_21f_first_one_night_stand_with_another_woman