[FF] I was 18 my first time…

Lana was the first person I met who used a garter belt.

At least the first girl close to my own age.

Everyone else at school was so conservative and uptight. Good Catholic girls who stuck to the rules of the uniform–white hose, pleated plaid skirt, white blouse, gray jacket, and a matching plaid necktie. And probably prim, white cotton panties and bra beneath it all.

But the conservative Catholic thing never fit me. As a first generation Hispanic immigrant, that was more my mother’s thing.

I wasn’t exactly a bad girl. But I still never really fit in with the other girls–mostly white girls with money. It made sense that I would gravitate towards Lana. Like me, she didn’t come from money. She was getting financial aid and her parents were working hard to keep her at boarding school.

She wasn’t a bad girl, either. Wicked would be a better word for her. Or sneaky. Or sly.

Lana was the type of straight A, overachieving teacher’s pet that had the faculty wrapped around her finger. They all thought the world of her. It’s hard to imagine that they had any idea what she was really like away from the classroom and the student government meetings and the Honors clubs. Hell–I didn’t even have an idea. Not at first.

It’s hard to say that she made me the woman I am today. Certainly the inkling was always there. I probably would have ended up at the same destination even if it had been via another route. Still, she was my first.

We’d been friends for a while when it happened. And had definitely grown closer. I don’t know if I spent more time with her than anyone else, but we were often together. She’d introduced me to weed. Cool bands. Books that were deeper and more meaningful than the typical chick lit.

It was Friday and we were in her dorm room. Her roommate was out and she had some cheap bottle of wine that some friend or another had gotten for her–she was always getting illicit things from mysterious friends. And we were just hanging out and half-watching the silliest of girlie movies–“Titanic.”

“She’s so pretty,” she said. Speaking of Kate Winslet, of course. “I wish I looked like that!”

“You do,” I responded. “You look just like her.”

It was true. There were differences in the face–Lana was a little prettier. But the resemblance was still striking. She was slim with a curvy body and long, strawberry blond hair that curled.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lana said. “She doesn’t look anything like me. She looks like someone I’d like to fuck!”

I giggled and blushed.

It wasn’t an unusual thing to say. Lana was always making comments about other girls. I knew she’d acted on it. I’d heard rumors and she’d hinted plenty, but it was never anything we’d talked about in detail.

“Wouldn’t you fuck her, Kay?” she asked. “Would you let her be your first?”

Lana was always teasing me like that. She knew I’d never done anything–not with a boy or another girl. She loved to call me “innocent.” Not that the description totally fit. I hadn’t done anything, but it seemed like sex was constantly on my mind. I was ALWAYS horny. More and more it seemed like I savored the times my roommate was gone so that I could break out a steamy novel and end up masturbating myself to sleep. But my fantasies were never about other women. They always involved some mysterious, muscled hunk. Sometimes it would be a torrid romance where he wins my heart and becomes my first. Other times, my thoughts were much less pure–just dreams of being fucked by a stranger. But never a girl. At least not in my fantasies. Though I’d certainly spent some time contemplating it. It’s gets boring at a school where everyone is female. And, of course, I knew other people did it. And sometimes seeing someone shower piqued my curiosity. But I was still very shy about being labeled a “lesbian.” I was quite certain I was straight.

“Come on,” she continued to tease. “I bet you’d let her.”

I was naturally shy as a girl, but after months of being around Lana I’d learned to be sassy from time to time. I took the bottle of wine from her and took a big swig. “Well, you look just like her, Lana. So if I wanted her I might as well just fuck you.”

Lana smiled. It was a wicked, sexy thing.

“Oh yeah,” she said.

Neither of us had changed since class–we’d just taken off some layers. I was in my white blouse, skirt, stockings, and Mary Jane’s. She was dressed the same way except her blouse was no longer tucked in and she’d opened a few more of her top buttons than I dared, giving just a glimpse of her smooth, white cleavage.

Lana seemed amused by my response. She kept smiling and it looked like gears were churning in her brain.

“Then why don’t you?” she said playfully.

“Why don’t I what?”

“Why don’t you fuck me?” she asked.

I was frozen for a second. Perhaps I blushed. And then I giggled. She had to be joking.

“You’re kidding,” I said. “You don’t want to fuck me.”

It’s not that I was lacking in self-confidence. I definitely knew that I had something that appealed to some guys. Long dark hair, tanned skin, plump breasts, a nice round ass. But, still, there aren’t a lot of Hispanic girls in the New England countryside, and it was still hard to imagine that most people found me pretty. And I certainly couldn’t imagine someone like Lana being interested in me. She was gorgeous! Plus, my vision of two women always involved a pretty girl with some short-haired tomboy-type. That certainly wasn’t me.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Lana exclaimed. “You’re gorgeous, Kay! You’re a catch! Just the idea makes me horny!”

Now I was certain she was teasing me and said as much.

“I’m not teasing at all!” she exclaimed. “I don’t tease!”

She was sitting maybe ten feet away from me on her bed. She reached up and opened another button on her blouse. And that’s when I first saw it. She just casually flipped up her skirt.

“Well,” she said. “Maybe I tease a little bit.”

Her voice had changed a little. It was definitely more husky. A little less playful.

Beneath her skirt Lana wasn’t wearing hose. She had on silky white stocking that came to mid-thigh with a fancy lace band. They were held up by a garter belt. Satin ribbons ran up her smooth skin to a lacy white belt.

And her panties matched. They were white. Lacy. A little bit sheer. Definitely sexier than the silly pale yellow satin ones that I was wearing.

She held her skirt up and danced it about with her hands. Framing the picture of her bare thighs and sexy underwear.

I got chills.

I felt something inside.

I knew instantly that I was becoming aroused.

“Do you want to fuck me, Kay?” she said. It was almost a whisper. It was coy. Sexy.

I was frozen. I felt like my eyes had become saucers. They were wide open and I couldn’t look away. I didn’t know what to do.

Lana dropped her skirt and patted the best beside her. She gestured me over.

I suddenly had the feeling that she’d done this all before. That she’d seduced other girls. And maybe it should have made me feel cheap. Or less special in some way. But I couldn’t help myself. I was curious. I didn’t care. Like in a dream, I glided across the room and sat next to her in bed.

Lana leaned close to me. I could feel her hot breath on my neck. I was sure she could feel my heart racing.

“Do you want to fuck, Kay?” she whispered again. Directly into my ear. She was so close.

I didn’t say a thing. But I still didn’t move. I felt awkward and excited at the same time.

Her tongue flicked out and touched my earlobe. She kissed me cheek.

“I promise this will be fun,” she whispered. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.”

She pushed me until I was on my back. She was right beside me. Lana put a hand on my titty–the first person to ever touch me there! I could feel my nipple go erect instantly.

And then she kissed me.

I’d never even kissed a boy. Well, nothing aside from pecks or a kiss on the cheek. But this was nothing like that. Her soft lips were pressed against mine. Her tongue slid into my mouth. There was a moment of hesitation. I was frozen. Unsure of what to do. And then instinct took over and I kissed her back.

I was sexy. Passionate. It felt like it lasted for days. Just two girls kissing. I closed my eyes and let go of my inhibitions. I just let it happen.

We kissed and kissed and kissed. I moaned softly. Lana’s moans were more aggressive. Her touch started to match. I opened a few button on my blouse and slid her hand inside. I felt her pushing at the cup of my bra and then my titty was out and in her hand. She started massaging my nipple. When she pulled her lips from mine I felt lost and confused. For a second I wondered if I’d done something wrong. I just wanted to keep kissing. And then I felt her lips on my breast. Her tongue nudging my erect bud.

She pulled away and smiled coyly. I just smiled back.

Lana lifted my skirt and started pulling down my pantyhose. She spread my thighs. And then she rolled on top of me. I felt her hand on my panties and it made me impossibly wet. I moaned.

“Yes,” I whispered when she started kissing me again.

Her hand kept rubbing me.

“Do you like that?” she asked.

I couldn’t speak. I just let out an agreeable moan.

She pulled the panties aside and I felt her finger touching me. And then suddenly she plunged it in.

I gasped! It felt great. The first person to finger me. I’d had my own finger in my pussy a time or two, but mostly on those lonely nights I just rubbed off through my panties. But Lana was fingering me for real–sliding it in and out like she was fucking me.

Even now I don’t know why, but after a minute I started freaking out. She pulled back quickly.

“Are you ok?” she asked. “Do you want to stop?”

I was so torn. It felt good. It felt right. But I was overwhelmed with nerves and anxiety. I started fumbling with the buttons on my blouse. Then I looked down and realized my skirt was still up–panties still pushed aside–and my pussy was exposed. I quickly covered up.

“I think I want to stop,” I said. “I–I should go,” I stammered.

Lana was as cool as could be. She told me it was alright. Apologized for pushing things. She didn’t complain it all. Everything was a blur and as soon as I was fully dressed I rushed out of the room. Going down the hall I felt like everyone knew what we were doing and I was so embarrassed. I was sure everyone I passed could read it on my face. I practically ran to hide.

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That night I was so confused and frustrated. I felt guilty. Guilty about starting sex with Lana. And guilty about not going through with it. Part of me wanted to go back. Part of me wanted to cry. I didn’t know what I wanted.

My roommate was gone for the weekend to visit her family and I was alone in bed in the dark. It was unseasonably hot. I had on a men’s white t-shirt that came just past my yellow panties.

I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. I was trying to figure things out.

It dawned on me that my panties were stiff–they’d been so soaked earlier.

I got out of bed, turned on a lamp and went to one of my drawers to find something clean. I was just going to grab anything. Then I noticed at the back of my drawer a pair of black, silky panties. They had just a little bit of lace around the legs and and waist. They were probably the closest thing I owned to “sexy” underwear. They reminded me of something Lana might wear. I grabbed them.

As I put them on I started thinking of what had happed. I thought about how good it felt. I could feel myself getting horny.

I went to the full length mirror in the room and lifted my t-shirt. I made it dance, like Lana had with her skirt, admiring my own bare thighs and the sexy underwear.

I pulled the t-shirt off. I admired my large, full titties. My pouty lips. My silky dark hair. My brown eyes.

I went back to my bed. Instantly my fingers went to my pussy. I started touching myself. Rubbing off the way I had a thousand times before. My back arch. Trying to stifle my moans.

I could feel Lana’s weight on top of me. I could feel her lips. Her touch.

I pulled the panties off and flung them across the room.

I hesitated for just a moment–and then I plunged a finger into my cunt.

Alone in bed I writhed about. I stopped trying to be quiet and moaned out loud. I whispered Lana’s name. I wanted to feel her on me. I wanted her finger to be inside me.

I pounded my sensitive little pussy until I couldn’t take it any more. And then I came–an orgasm as intense as I’ve ever had. I couldn’t even stop myself as it happened. For the first time in my life I worked myself to a second orgasm.

And then I fell asleep naked. Still thinking about Lana.

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I can’t say I’m proud of the way I behaved the next few days. I made every effort to avoid Lana. I hadn’t sorted out my feelings and didn’t feel like even thinking about them. Of course, I saw her in class and in some group situations, but I never let it get to be one on one. She’d send me messages like “we need to talk,” and I’d reply back “everything is cool–no need” or find some other way to avoid her.

I spent a lot of time in my room. I was tearing my way through romance novels and classic books about sex and romance and longing. It’s almost like I was trying to convince myself “Kay, you like MEN!” It was silly.

It was also useless.

Every time I had the room to myself I’d start touching myself. And I’d tried to picture the faceless, muscled hunks from my old fantasies. But it never lasted. Every time my thoughts would drift back to that night. I’d start thinking about Lana. I’d imagine her touching me. Her hands on my titties. My ass. In my pussy. I’d even think about touching her back. What would her breasts feel like? How would she respond to my touch? How would it feel to put my finger inside her?

I was no longer the kind of girl who could just quietly rub off through her cotton panties. I had to strip down to nothing, arch my back, and fingerbang my sweet little pussy until I exploded.

Despite how I felt at my dirtiest moments it took me two weeks to actually reach out to Lana. I missed her friendship. I felt like a jerk. And I knew we just had to talk about things and clear the air.

We went back and forth with messages trying to find a time to meet. Lana seemed a little pissed that it taken me so long to respond, but she was definitely also relieved. As bad as I felt for running away, I knew she also felt like she’d crossed a line and maybe taken advantage of me.

We both agreed that Friday night would be a good time to meet, but our roommates were each going to be in town. Obviously, the subject demanded a little privacy. We ended up agreeing to meet at the Old Covered Bridge–a bit of a landmark on our tiny campus. It was mostly there to provide students a scenic place to get away. Or maybe just to impress alumni and parents into donating more money. In any case, it was on a path that was a bit out of the way and always abandoned at night. Lana and I had hung out there smoking weed on plenty of occasions and never been discovered.

I showed up early–probably by at least fifteen minutes. I was anxious and just wanted all the awkwardness to be over. Lana showed up five minutes after me.

“I thought I’d beat you here,” she said.

She was a little hesitant. Awkward. Shy for the first time–at least that I’d seen. She was still dressed for class. The white stocking, pleated skirt, a white blouse, a neck tie, and a have pullover sweater.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I started to open my mouth a few times and just stopped.

“I’m so sorry,” Lana suddenly said in a rush. “I was wrong and I didn’t mean to…”

“No! Don’t say that,” I interrupted. “It was me. I was wrong to start it and just leave….”

“No!” she jumped in. “I started everything. I totally took advantage….”

“You did not,” I said quickly. “You didn’t do anything wrong…”

Lana started to say something and then just laughed. I laughed, too. The situation was tense and awkward and neither of us knew what to say.

“So what now?” I finally asked.

“Um…” she started. “I’m not sure.”

She paused for another second.

“I’m glad we talked,” she said. “But…but maybe this is going to be awkward for a little bit?”

I nodded.

We stood there for a few minutes longer. Neither of us saying a thing. Avoiding eye contact. It seemed to go on for ages.

“Well,” Lana finally began. “I think I have some studying I need to work on…”

“Oh really?” I asked.

I knew she was lying. And I knew my disappointment was showing in my voice. I sounded like a kid who was upset.

“Yeah…well…you know…,” Lana began. She was turning like she might leave.

“Lana,” I called out.

She turned back and looked at me.

It wasn’t exactly how the things had played out in my head. Or maybe I didn’t even have a plan. I certainly wasn’t sure how the night was going to go when we met or how I would feel. But at that moment I was certain of what I needed to do.

I grabbed the edge of my skirt and lifted it up. I made it dance about.

Lana stood frozen for a minute. Confused. Surprised, even. And then her eyes focused. She stared at my brand new sheer, black panties. And hidden beneath my conservative pleated skirt, a sexy black garter belt attached to the top of my lacy white stockings.

Lana just stood silently.

I dropped my skirt and opened the buttons on my gray school blazer. I untied the plait school kerchief and dropped it on the ground. And then I opened the top button on my white blouse. And then a second. And a third. I leaned forward so she could see my cleavage and my lacy white and black bra.

Lana started walking toward me.

“Do you want to fuck me, Lana?” I whispered coyly.

She pressed her body against mine.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I repeated.

And then her tongue was in my mouth.

She attacked me with a hunger. Her hands went quickly to my titties. She pulled roughly at the cups of my bra. I stood exposed on the bridge while Lana kissed me and toyed with my nipples. She leaned over and took one in her mouth. She tongued it. Then she pulled roughly with her teeth. I squealed involuntarily.

Lana pulled back. She spun me around forcefully so I was facing the rail. Across the small pond I could see students walking. They were close enough to make out their faces. They had no idea we were there–much less what was happening.

Lana pushed me until I was leaning over the rail. She spread my legs roughly. She put her hand on my pussy and rubbed it. I was already so wet!

She pulled my panties aside and then she was in me. One finger. And then a second. She leaned her body into me while her fingers plunged in and out of my pussy. I leaned forward enough to see my own reflection on the pond. I tried to be quiet, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt like the whole campus might hear me. The whole world even! But I couldn’t stop.

My bare titties shook roughly back and forth while Lana pounded me like a cheap whore.

“Do you like it, Kay?” she asked. “Do you like me in your pussy?”

I glanced back to try and speak. Lana had one hand inside me and the other in her own skirt. I wanted to help her. I wanted to feel her pussy. But I was helpless.

She pounded me faster and faster. I felt like my knees would buckle. She wasn’t talking any more–just moaning. I knew she was close. I definitely was. I ended up going first–and loudly. I let loose a sound I thought would scare the birds and alert the police. Lana went right behind me. Her orgasm was more subdued, but I knew she enjoyed it just as much.

As she pulled her fingers from my pussy she put them to her lips and licked. She paused a second and seemed in deep contemplation–then took the fingers that had been in her own cunt and gave them to me. I didn’t even think about it. I just licked them clean.

We kissed and kissed and kissed forever. The night was chilly, but neither of us wanted to go anywhere. We stayed on the bridge long past our curfew. And early in the morning I had my pussy eaten for the first time–thanks to Lana.

Of course that night wasn’t the end of it. It was just the beginning. It sounds like something from a book or a novel, but walking off that bridge that night I knew that my life would be different from then on. That it was the start of new adventures. Of course, I never could have anticipated just how wild things would get…..

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