[FF] They say you never forget your [F]irst time (Long)

I’ve been a longtime lurker of this sub and let me say some you all are amazing writers! I’ve thought about submitting for awhile and I figured since I was asked this in PM the other day that it’d be worth sharing more publicly. I’ll warn you that I’ve never been criticized for being overly pithy. I’ll try to indicate where the juicy bits start somehow below if you’re not interested in the backstory…

Despite knowing that I was attracted to both girls and guys at a young age, I kept this to myself for the majority of my life. I come from a very conservative family, so I’m still not really “out” as bi, *per se*, only a few people (plus now all of Reddit, I guess) know. In college, I experimented sexually with boys, but it was also the first time I had an experience with another girl. Before I get too much further, I guess you’d like to know what I look like. I’m quite tall – 5’11” to be exact, with brown hair and green eyes. I’m a little curvier now than I was in college but still have a small waist and big hips – my ass has always been my selling point as my boobs are small.

Even by the summer before my senior year my only sexual experiences were with two prior boyfriends. I was taking a summer class and quickly became friends with a girl named Jess. She was a year younger than me, and quite a bit shorter and more petite, but in a way that obviously showed she worked out. Like me, she was a brunette with green eyes which was what initially attracted me to her. As the class wore on we became closer, working on a project together and texting about anything and everything. We kept talking over the break between summer and fall classes and as we got closer we talked more openly about our romantic lives. Despite this I always assumed she was straight as we both only ever talked about boys. By the middle of the fall semester we were close enough to be hanging out and even seen each other naked while changing a few times. I always wondered if she saw me checking her out. I could have sworn she looked at me too, but I wrote it off to my own silly wishful thinking.

Leaving class one Friday afternoon, Jess asked what I was doing that night. I was planning on staying in, but she invited me to dinner with some of her sorority sisters. I was initially hesitant – I wasn’t about the Greek life. But Jess assured me it was very casual, and it was at a local pizza place that also had cheap beer…and I *am* about that life. I agreed to pick her up and we parted ways for the afternoon.

I pulled on some jeans and a tank top, both tight enough to show off my curves but nothing over the top and grabbed my fleece (which actually was technically an ex-boyfriend’s and was subsequently a size too big for me, but it was the only way to find a fleece that fits long arms). Despite being in the south, I knew the mid-October nights could get a little chilly. I drove the short distance to Jess’ place and texted her when I was outside. Moments later I was greeted with the sight of her bounding out the door. I commented on her choice of outfit, tan shorts and an orange shirt, as she sat down in the passenger seat.

“You know it does get cold here, right?” I say, smacking her bare leg. In reality I was admiring them, though much shorter than mine, they were toned and very smooth.

“Well I get hot when I drink, y’know!” she replied with a smile.

We ate pizza and drank beer with her sorority sisters before it was announced that there was a house party within walking distance and that we must make an appearance. As the night wore on and the drinks flowed, I noticed Jess moving closer and closer to me. At first it seemed like innocent little bumps in a crowded house, or a playful touch during a round of beer pong, but it became more evident that it was more intentional. The party was in a complex just off campus that was basically all students and many Friday and Saturday nights, the party spilled out into the parking lot and common areas. As we migrated outside someone was putting on an impromptu music show in one of the grassy areas. We followed the crowd in that direction and stood near the back. Jess stood slightly in front of me, which I didn’t mind because of our height difference.

“Ok, you were right,” she said, turning and looking up at me.

“Right about what?” I asked, drawing my head closer to hears so I could hear her better over the music.

“About it getting cold,” she replied, crossing her arms across her chest. In the light of the streetlamp I could see goosebumps on her arms.

“Well here, get inside,” I say, unzipping my fleece and holding it open. I take a step forward and start to bring my arms around her. Without hesitation, Jess wrapped her arms around my waist and I wrapped my arms around her.

“You smell really good,” she said, her face buried in my chest, her hot breath teasing the skin just above my tank top.

“Thanks?” I giggle, not really knowing what to say. I tilt my head down, placing my nose and lips on the top of her head, taking in the smell of her hair and gently kissing her head. While I thought I kissed her light enough that she wouldn’t feel it, I swore she moved in closer to me. We started swaying back and forth to the music, almost slow dancing, wrapped in each other’s arms. I could feel myself getting more and more excited but said nothing.

“My legs are still cold.” My mind snaps out of its trance feeling her hot breath on my chest again. “Do you want to go back to my place?” she asks.

Without another word she has me by the hand, pulling me in the direction of her apartment. I have no clue where we are, cutting through back yards, a grove of trees, and crossing a major road in the process but before I knew it I recognized the lights of her apartment building in front of us.

(GOOD STUFF STARTS HERE)

Jess was fumbling with her keys when I made my move. I don’t know what came over me, but I wrapped may arms around her waist from behind and kissed her neck. Jess whirled around, and I half expected her to be mad but instead she grabbed my neck and pulled me down to her. Our lips met, and it was pure ecstasy. I pushed her up against her still locked door as we continued to make out in the hallway. From a distance I heard the ding of the elevator indicating someone was coming.

“Let’s go inside,” I breathe into her ear.

My hands remain around her waist as she turns back to the door and after what seems like an eternity gets the key into the lock and swings the door open. She pulls me by the hand again, this time straight through the living room of her apartment to her bedroom. Her bedroom door isn’t even closed before we’re kissing again. My hands, again wrapped around her slender waist, start to drop lower, cupping her firm butt, pulling her into me more. I don’t know if the haze is from the alcohol or endorphins, but I don’t really care…all I want is her.

She must feel the same way because soon I feel her hand moving towards the button of my jeans. I shimmy out of them and take a step towards her and her bed. My hands start fidgeting around her waist, unsure what to do. They gently start pushing her shirt up, caressing her sides and hips gently as we continued to kiss. I feel her hands drop from my hips go to the hem of her shirt, disengaging our kiss to pull it over her head.

We stand there, her in shorts and a bra, and I in a tank top and panties. I take in her body. I’m more turned on now seeing her in front of me than ever. Suddenly I start to feel self-conscious and unaware of what to do next. Luckily, Jess breaks the ice.

“Erin…you know I’m gay right?”

“I…I…no I had no clue,” I reply, stunned. My mind races to the conversations we’ve had about boys. Intimate conversations about boys. She must sense my confusion.

“My family is super religious. They wouldn’t accept me for who I am. So, I’m in the closet. And now you know,” she says, grabbing my hand. After a brief pause she continues. “I guess this is a weird way to come out, yeah?”

I stand there in shock. In the last 10 minutes I’ve nearly died crossing a highway, proactively kissed a girl who I thought was straight, and had her come out to me. Not to mention that this is my first time even kissing a girl.

“I’m sorry if this is weird. But I’ve wanted you since I met you this summer,” Jess continued.

I swallowed hard. There were a lot of things I wasn’t sure of at the moment. But I was sure of one thing.

“I want you too,” I said softly.

Without waiting for another word Jess grabs my hand once again and pulls me onto her bed.

“I just…I have no idea what I’m doing,” I say timidly. Jess immediately puts a finger to my lips and kisses my neck – my weak spot. She’s on top of me, her hands running up and down my legs. I silently curse myself for not shaving for the past few days as I felt her soft, smooth legs against mine. Soon she was kissing further down my neck, across my collarbone, and along the top of my tank top. She skips down and kisses just above the top of my panties, across both my hips, kissing further up my stomach, pushing my top up more with each kiss. I soon find my fingers running through her hair. By the time my top is at the level of my bra I’m in absolute bliss. In one motion, she manages to remove both my tank and bra at the same time. She also reaches back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the bed. I instinctually cover my chest but quickly let my hands drop as her lips return to my neck. She kisses down my chest again, but this time is unimpeded by my shirt. Her lips quickly find my breast. She circles my nipple with her tongue before gently sucking on it while gently drawing circles around the other.

I catch myself moaning as she continues to suck on each nipple. Soon I feel the hand that was on my breast start moving down my body. Her fingers start touching the wet spot on my panties. With a little prompting I open my legs more for her as I feel more pressure against my clit. Her hand moves and suddenly is down my panties. Before I can protest her finger grazes my lips and I’m instantly on the verge of an orgasm. She begins kissing down my body again, and I feel her hard nipples brushing against my bare skin. As her lips reach my panties for a second time, she pulls on them. I have no idea what I’m doing but I instinctively lift my hips and allow her to toss them to the side. Immediately I feel her tongue on my pussy, her fingers spreading my tight lips allowing her access to my clit. She begins flicking my clit with her tongue as I feel her finger slide inside me. Her other hand reaches up and finds the nipple that I’m not playing with. I’m in an almost out-of-body state – I become aware of my moans but have no ability to stop them. My hips move in a way that facilitates her access and my orgasm quickly builds.

With one last flick of my clit my body goes completely numb with pleasure. My muscles contract, hips bucking upwards and legs closing. I cover my mouth with my hand, somehow aware of how loud I was being. The moment seems to last for ages.

“Hey,” I hear, my senses coming back. I feel a pressure on my thighs. “Hey, can I have my head back?” It takes me a moment to realize before I open my legs back up. “I’m glad you liked it, but fuck warn me next time if you’re going to put me in a headlock when I make you cum,” Jess says, smiling as she crawls back up to me. We roll on our sides, facing each other and I kiss her, tasting myself on her lips. I can’t get enough of it.

Eventually we woke up. I was still completely naked, Jess was still wearing her shorts, there was a spot on her sheets from my juices, but I was next to her and I was happy (besides the hangover). We spent the next few hours cuddling and kissing that morning. There would be many more nights together before we decided that sneaking around was too hard and not in our best interest, but this was by far, still, my favorite and best orgasm.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9ppr42/ff_they_say_you_never_forget_your_first_time_long