Since I first started touching myself, I knew I was sexually attracted to women. Maybe it all started when I was discovering my own body -I used to masturbate in front of a full body mirror, just looking at my curves, my breasts, my ass, my sex-, or maybe when I found my dad’s dirty magazines and got wet looking at all those beautiful, sexy women. I remember in those days I had to quickly touch myself and cum before anyone interrupted me, but guess that also made it fun and exciting… The same happened when I stayed up late to watch those really silly softcore “porn” movies on cable, where you could only see half naked women, but at that time, I still went crazy horny and had to touch myself and cum as soon as possible…
So, I guess I just always knew I was sexually attracted to women and never gave it a second thought, not until I met a Colombian girl around the time I was with my first boyfriend (you can check my post about the three-way bj). I met her one day where my bf used to work -a coffee shop, but it was mostly a place for the owner and her friends to hang out and get high all day-, and I remember she was wearing a catholic school uniform, because even though she was 18 years old -my same age at the time-, she had to take that final high school year again when she transferred from Colombia to my country, Venezuela. She had pretty much the same body type as me but with slightly bigger boobs than mine, which I didn’t mind at all, of course. I’m a redhead with freckles and she had like a tan color skin, like a light cinnamon. She wore glasses and used to have her hair on a ponytail. Always laughing and flirting with everyone, especially wearing that schoolgirl uniform.
We were introduced and we immediately started talking about sex, guys and yes, also women. I think we both knew the second we met that something was going to happen between us; it had to, even if I had a boyfriend. That same afternoon, as we kept talking, she started caressing my arms, taking my hands on hers, until she grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer to her. So close I could feel her breath on my face (pre-pandemic, as you can imagine), her eyes locked on mine, just waiting to see if either of us decided to back out or just go with the flow… I grabbed her face with my right hand, used my left one on her waist to pulled her even closer to me and finally kissed her. Her lips were so full, so warm against mine. We slightly touched each other’s tongues and that simple action, took things to a whole other level. We were almost desperate to kiss, to feel our lips, our tongues, our bodies. The sexual tension was too much to handle, but we were out there in public, and we finally remembered that. My lips and hers were a mess, completely swollen as we went inside the shop, trying to look as innocent as we could, but we still had that naughty look on our faces, it was just too much to hide. My bf looked at me, looked at my lips and asked me what had happened. I was speechless, I didn’t know what to say, how to explain what had happened. So, I just told the truth: she and I kissed but it meant nothing, it was just a sexual thing, nothing more. I could tell he was pretty shocked about it, but he trusted me and already knew I liked women in that way and also knew how sexual I was -I still am-, so he didn’t get mad at me or anything, just accepted it.
We used to meet at least once a week, when she got out of school and went to the shop, and every time, we kissed and touched each other. Most times, we waited until everybody else there was high -including my bf- and we went inside the tiny bathroom in the back. That’s where we first took off our shirts, our bras and we could finally see each other’s breasts. Mine, white with pink nipples and some freckles, and hers, a bit tanned but with like a darker pink on the nipples. I started kissing her neck, her chest as I grabbed her breasts on my hands. My mouth was already watering, I needed to lick them, to suck on them. As I put my mouth around her nipple, she started moaning and calling my name. My tongue started playing with both her erected nipples, going from one to the other, teasing them, licking them.
“Please, suck on my tits, pleeease”.
But not yet, I was having too much fun teasing her and making her desperate. She kept begging until I finally started sucking on her tits and her moans became louder and louder, so I put one of my hands on her mouth to try and suffocate all the noise she was making, even though it made me so horny to hear her like that. But she was too naughty, so she started licking my hand and ended up sucking two of my fingers as I kept doing the same -sucking- to her beautiful breasts. My other hand slided down her stomach until I felt her skirt; I pulled it up and she was wearing nothing underneath. My hand was completely soaked. I started rubbing her clit with my fingers, up and down and then in circles. Her whole body was trembling, I could feel it in my hands, in my mouth, but I wanted more… So, I put my index and middle finger inside of her tight warm pussy and made her shake and tremble even more. I was fucking her and sucking her tits at the same time. She was completely helpless, completely mine. After I made her cum, she grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. I put my fingers, which were soaked with her lub, between our mouths and we both licked and sucked on them, tasting her sweet pussy. We continued kissing and then she started kissing my neck, my chest, until she reached my breasts. I looked down and she had my tits on her hands and was licking and sucking my nipples so deep. The sight of her doing that was making me crazy. She knew exactly how to do it, how to tease me and make me wetter than I already was. But then somebody started knocking on the bathroom door -the owner of the place-, so we had to get dressed and get out. It seemed that we never had enough time to be together as we wanted but that didn’t stop us from just having a good time every chance we got.
After that failed three-way blowjob with my bf, we met a couple more times and then I had to move to another city to go to the university, so we stop talking for at least a year. In that year, I had broken up with my bf and was single again. With the help of some of our mutual friends, she got my new number and we started texting and talking about when we were going to meet again. Easter holidays came and I was back home to spend some days with family and friends, so I texted her and told her I was in town again, in case she wanted to have a few drinks or do something else…
We went out one night with our friends to a club, but we only kissed, nothing else happened. The next day, she started texting me and telling me how much she wanted to be with me, how much she had enjoyed our brief kiss the night before and that we had to be together just the two of us, with enough time to finally fuck properly. So, I invited her over since my house was going to be empty for the rest of the afternoon…
She was wearing a pair of really tight jeans, a white blouse and some caramel high heel sandals. She looked nervous too, which made me feel a bit better about my own nerves… We sat on the couch and talked about our lives, my ex and all the things we did around that time. And as we remembered one of those episodes in the tiny bathroom at the shop, we began to laugh and relax. There was a moment of silence where we stared at each other’s eyes for what it felt like an eternity. She came closer to me and kissed me; very slowly at first, almost as if she were afraid to make any sudden moves, afraid to scare me off. But I surrendered to her desire, to mine as well… My hands went up and grabbed her hair, giving it a light pull as I bit her lower lip, very carefully. Read more »