[Lesbians] Another first lesbian experience

[atomic_monkey]

[This is the second story in a compilation of stories where a girl tells about the first time she had sex with another girl. The first story can be found here: https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=95935]

“My First Time with Another Girl”

By Sarah S.

My first time with another girl? I was a freshman in college. A guy and his girlfriend tried talking me into a three-way. The guy ended up leaving, thankfully, so the girl and I hooked-up by ourselves.

I went to a small liberal arts school which had only two- or three-thousand students. Since it was so small everyone knew each other. It was kind of like high school in that it there were cliques and people were still concerned with popularity. (I regret not going to a bigger school so that I could have gotten away from that.) Anyway…

The most popular girl at school was Emily Beene. She perfectly fit the stereotype of “The Most Popular Girl”: she was beautiful, rich, supremely stuck-up, and dated the hottest guy at school, the star of the track team or something like that. Of course all the guys wanted her and all of the girls hated her.

There were rumors that Emily and her boyfriend were into three-ways. I wasn’t sure whether to believe it. On the one hand, it was kind of trendy for girls at my school to hook-up with other girls. You couldn’t go to any party and not find a couple of drunk girls making out simply to get attention from the guys. But on the other hand, I never actually met anyone who said she participated in a three-way with Emily. According to the rumors, you didn’t come across any of the girls because Emily and her boyfriend only did it with girls from other, nearby colleges. I ended up dismissing the rumors. I assumed people were simply spreading lies about her because so many people hated her.

I was on the cheerleading squad with Emily. She rarely acknowledged my existence, and when she did she was incredibly condescending. I couldn’t stand her.

Well, towards the end of my freshman year I was at a party. Emily and her boyfriend were there. Somehow or another I ended up sitting on a couch and talking to him and a few other people. Soon it became just him and me. I can’t really remember how our conversation got started (blame it on the beer), but I think we talked about music for a long time. I should have known something was up because I had been at a ton of parties that he was at, but this was only the second or third time spoke to me. It eventually dawned on me that he was hitting on me. I was thinking it might be fun to hook-up with him just to spite Emily, so I flirted back.

Once I made it clear that I was interest he blurted out his proposition: he wanted me to have a three-way with him and Emily. He was so unsmooth about that I thought it was a joke. I thought he was just making fun of himself by playing off the rumors. But he insisted he was serious. My next thought was that it was just some evil trick—Emily was setting me up for some humiliation. He assured me that wasn’t the case. It was easily for me to believe that he, being a guy, would seriously want a three-way, but I struggled to imagine Emily being into it, especially with me. He offered to have Emily tell me herself that she was into it. At that point, I finally started to believe this might be true. And I was intrigued…

Let me give you a bit of background about me. I had found myself occasionally attracted to certain girls. A few times I even fantasized about kissing one (only kissing—I never imagined anything truly sexual). But it was always one of those thoughts that you hide away in the very back of your mind, not even admitting it to yourself. Hell, I so thoroughly convinced myself that it wasn’t true that I could have passed a lie detector test. When I first got to college and saw that lots of girls were hooking-up with each other, it excited me. It was just a feeling, nothing I consciously thought about. (As far being with guys, I was moderately experienced. I had sex with one guy, a boyfriend back in high school, and messed around with a ton of guys. I was no virgin, but compared to most of my friends I was a nun.) Back to the party…

It was the thought of being with a girl, not the three-way, that was turning me on. Had I not been kind of drunk, I would have pushed those urges to the back of my mind like I usually did. But I was feeling giddy and want to at least play along for a while. I took him up on his offer to have Emily tell me herself that she was into it. He finished his beer and then walked over to her. She was talking to a big group—the center of attention as always—so it took him a few minutes to pry her away so that he could whisper something in her ear.

I saw her glance over at me. Her looking at me made me nervous because it meant one of two things: that I really might end up hooking up with her, or that she might be about to humiliate me with some prank. She talked to him for another minute or two, then walked over to me. If her glance made me nervous, you can only imagine how her approaching me made me feel.

She said, “hey,” with a big fake smile on her face and tried making small talk. It was painfully awkward. It was especially weird having her be so nice, seeing as she usually treated me like dirt. Eventually she got around to mention that she saw me talking to her boyfriend early. She asked, “So, what do you think about his idea?” At first I pretended like I didn’t know what she meant. Then I went through the same song and dance with her that I did with him: I refusing to believe it, she reassuring me that it was true. Of course she used different language than him, talking around it rather than saying explicating what the proposition was.

I asked, “Why me?”

Emily said, “He thinks you’re hot.”

I’ll admit that I was flattered that the hottest guy at school thought that I was hot.

I asked, “Don’t you have a say in it?

She said, “I have veto power. If I don’t think the girl he picks is beautiful I say no,” and laughed. I didn’t miss the fact that her statement implied she, too, thought I was hot.

They must have had a conversation about me in advance, even before the party, where he proposed inviting me to join them. I can’t know how long ago, but it had to have happened. It was hard to imagine the hottest girl in school, a girl I hated, having a conversation with her boyfriend where she was talking about the possibility of her having sex with me.

I told her I still wasn’t sure if I could go through with it. She suggested the three of us sneak out and go back to her place to talk about it some more (her roommate went home for the weekend). She said going back to her place wouldn’t obligate me to do anything—she just wanted a chance to sell me on it. It was one of those moments in life, like when you’re standing on a bridge strapped to a bungee cord, where part of you desperately wants to make the leap, but you’re physically unable to take that step. You know that once you take that step there’s no turning back. So it took me a while, like another twenty minutes, before I finally agreed to go back to her place.

I left the party first (so that I wasn’t seen leaving with them) and walked the three blocks to her dorm. I sat outside waiting for them. It took them forever to show up, which shouldn’t be surprising because popular people like them can’t simply walk out of a party without a ton of people holding them up. As I sat there waiting for them I kept thinking I can’t believe this is happening, I can’t believe this is happening, I can’t believe this is happening…

When I finally saw them walking down the sidewalk towards me, arm in arm, it was another of those moments, like her glance, where it strikes you in the gut: this is really going to happen! I stood up and said hello. There was more awkward small talk as we walked into her building and made our way to her dorm room. I was not able to make eye contact with either of them.

Walking through the door of her room was yet another oh my god, this is really going to happen moments, only more intense than the previous ones. She sat down on her bed and he went to the fridge to get more beer. I just stood by the door. He suggested I sit on the bed next to Emily, so I did. I had mostly sobered up and declined his offer of a drink. He sat across from us on her roommate’s bed. We went through another long song and dance where I told them how nervous I was and they tried to reassure me that I would love it.

I asked him about the logistics. “How do all three of us participate at once? Do I do it with Emily while you watch? I’ve never been able to picture what kind of positions would make it possible for three people to do it at once.” I asked Emily about rules. “Am I not supposed to do stuff with him? Wouldn’t it bother you to watch another girl sucking your boyfriend’s dick?” They mostly just laughed at all my questions and didn’t give concrete answers.

Finally, I explained to them that I was so nervous because two huge things were about to happen: having sex with a girl and having sex with two people at once. Either one of those things by itself would be scary, but having to deal with both simultaneously was overwhelming.

I guess Emily had enough of my fretting. She put her beer down, moved closer to me, told me to relax, brushed my hair out of my face, and kissed me. I was pretty stiff and didn’t really kiss back. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her boyfriend watching us. I said, “It’s hard enough to get comfortable with this without having to do it in front of an audience. It’s kind of creepy having him watch.”

That’s when he offered to leave. He suggested that he slip for about an hour to give Emily and me time by ourselves, so that I could get used to doing stuff with a girl, and then he’d come back and join in. Emily seemed just as surprised as me. She said she never did stuff without him present and might feel weird. He assured her that it was okay. “It’s every guy’s dream to come home late one night and walk in on his girl having lesbian sex, and then getting invited to join in. That’s the plot of most pornos.” He lived in a dorm across the street, so he planned to just go back there to kill time. Emily was uneasy about it, but eventually relented and let him go.

After he left she got up to lock the door then came back to the bed. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I tried to imagining someone telling me that morning, “Sarah, tonight you Emily Beene are going to go back to her dorm room for the sole, explicit purpose of taking turns making each other cum.”

She smiled at me for minute or so and then brushed my hair out of my face again (I guess that’s her move). She leaned over and kissed me. It was a very soft and slow kiss, more romantic than lustful. At first it felt very, very weird to me. I kept thinking I’m kissing a girl, that’s not right. But after a few minutes it started to feel very, very good. Now I was thinking God, this feels so right, I don’t know why I was so scared. I put my tongue deep into her mouth. My hands had been at my side, but now I reached up to run my fingers through her hair as she kissed me. She put her arms around me and pulled me close. Then she gently laid me down on the bed.

I was incredibly nervous, but that turned out to be an advantage. Being that nervous, my skin was extra sensitive to the touch. When she started kissing my neck and putting her hand under my shirt it sent electric tingles shooting through my body. Those tingles that kind of tickle, but in a good way. Eventually she unclasped my bra and she started kneading my boobs with one hand while supporting herself with her other hand.

Our kisses were becoming more and more passionate. She laid on top of me. She was straddling one of my legs and grinding her crotch on it. I could tell she was getting super turned on. So was I. I couldn’t get over the fact that I was not only hooking up with a girl, but with Emily Beene, my arch enemy. And I remember what I had been thinking about earlier—that at some point before the party Emily and her boyfriend had a conversation where they planned to seduce me. I asked, “Do you really think I’m pretty or are you just doing this for him?”

She looked me in the eyes and sweetly said, “Sarah, I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since the first time I saw you.”

I felt my pussy get ten times wetter.

I couldn’t get her words out of my head. They turned me on so much. I kept thinking to myself Emily Beene wants to fuck me, Emily Beene wants to fuck me… I was in so much ecstasy that I lost track of what words were in my head and what words I was saying out loud. I’m pretty sure that I whispered into her ear, “fuck me.”

She sat up and pulled her shirt and bra off. Seeing her boobs was another one of those oh my God, this is really happening moments. Sure, we had already been making out for a while, but that wasn’t much different than being with a guy. But it’s impossible to forget you’re with a girl when there are boobs in your face. She made a half-hearted pull at my shirt, as though she trying to take it off. I took that as a hint to pull it off myself.

Then she started to unbutton and unzip my jeans. You guessed it: another oh my God, this is really happening moment. She slid my jeans and underwear off and tossed them on the ground, then stood up and took off her own jeans and underwear.

I was lying there totally naked, on my back, legs spread, knees bent. She sat there looking at my pussy for a minute. Having my crotch in her face made me feel self-conscious, exposed, vulnerable. But again, that just heightened my excitement.

She got on her hands and knees above me and nibbled on my ear lobes. Then she moved to my neck, kissing, licking and running her teeth over it. She slowly made her way down to my boobs, softly kissing and sucking on one, then the other. Next came my stomach, licking and nibbling the soft, sensitive flesh around my belly button.

She slid down more. She licked and nibbled my inner thighs. I spread my legs wider. Then she started licking that crease where your leg joins your body, first one side, then the other. God that felt good. She licked that spot for a long time.

Then she very softly licked my pussy lips. Up and down, up and down, very lightly. After what seemed like an eternity she pushed her tongue passed my lips and into my pussy. I quivered. She licked my hole for a while before she moved up to my clit.

At first she didn’t make direct contact with my clit. She just licked around it, teasing me, building the anticipation. She ever so slightly flicked my clit with her tongue. I thought I was going to go out of my mind.

Then finally, after that amazing build up, she pressed her tongue firmly onto my clit. She moved her tongue slowly, very slowly, up and down. I let out a moan. She kept moving her tongue, gradually getting faster and faster, but always very firm. She’d change up her motion, licking my clit up and down, then side to side, then in circles. Sometimes she’d suck on my clit.

As if that wasn’t great enough, she slid two fingers inside of me and started wiggling them, as though she was waving come here. I thought I was going to stop breathing that felt so good.

For a while I kept my eyes closed and just concentrated on the sensation of her tongue pleasuring my pussy. But I eventually opened my eyes and looked down at her. What a sight! My legs spread and Emily Beene, the hottest, most popular, most stuck-up girl in school, licking and licking my pussy.

I reached down to run my fingers through her hair. She looked up at me. God, it was so hot to stare into each other’s eyes while she was licking my pussy. I told her, “Emily, this feels so good.”

She paused to let out a little chuckle and say, “I’m glad you like it.”

I tend to get super wet when I fuck. I’ve always been self-conscious about that. I thought about that when I looked down at her because her face was soaking wet. I was embarrassed. I apologized to her for being so wet. She said, “Don’t apologize. It’s hot. It lets me know you like it. You have a nice pussy.”

Emily Beene just told me I have a nice pussy. Wow. In a million years I never thought I would have heard that sentence come from her mouth.

She started licking and fingering me even harder. I was grinding my pussy on her mouth. I had to put a pillow over my face because I was afraid I was getting too loud. I didn’t want other people on her dorm floor to hear me.

Then she suddenly sat up. I wasn’t sure what was happening. She said she didn’t want me to cum before her boyfriend came home. He’d be pissed if he missed that. Plus she wanted to make sure I had a chance to get comfortable doing stuff to her before he came back.

I got nervous again. Having her go down on me was easy, but I wasn’t sure if I could actually put my mouth on a pussy.

She laid down and I mechanically—with my brain intentionally turned off—got up and positioned myself between her legs. If I thought about what I was about to do I probably couldn’t go through with it. And I figured I should keep my eyes closed because if I looked at her pussy I might psych myself out.

So with my eyes clenched shut I just dove in, slamming my face into her crotch, and began licking like a mad woman. After a few minutes I calmed down and realized that it wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was actually kind of nice. Hearing her moan, feeling her body squirm, and knowing that I was giving her that pleasure, was thrilling.

She was incredibly wet, too. In fact, she was already wet when I put my mouth on her—which told me that she must have gotten turned on by licking my pussy. That’s hot. I didn’t mind her getting my face soaking wet. Sex is supposed to be wet and sticky. When you finish sex you’re supposed to be coated in your partner’s body fluids—that’s how you know you just fucked somebody.

Then I felt guilty. She had so expertly gone down on me, with that elaborate build up, but I was just lapping at her like a thirsty dog. I slowed down and put some thought into my technique. I put two fingers into her, as she had down to me, and started grinding her clit with my tongue.

She arched her back and her legs went straight up into the air. I looked up and she was grabbing the headboard with both hands. After a minute she looked down at me. We repeated our earlier game of staring into each other’s eyes, only now our positions were reversed.

She again surprised me by stopping me. She grabbed my face and pulled it up. I asked, “What’s wrong? Was I not doing that right?” She assured me that I was doing a fantastic job.

She took me by the shoulders and positioned me so that I was lying on my side. Then she laid on her side, facing me, only her head was towards the opposite end of the bed. I quickly realized that she wanted to sixty-nine. She pulled my legs apart and put her face into my crotch. I squiggled a little to position myself (we were nearly the identical height, so things lined up pretty easily), then put my face between her thighs and started sucking on her pussy.

My brain was still stuck on the idea that I was fucking Emily Beene of all people. Most guys at school would have given their big toe just to be able to make out with her, and there I was having oral sex with her.

She wrapped her arms around me, grabbed my ass, and pulled my crotch into her face as hard as she good. I did the same to her. The harder she licked my pussy, the more ecstasy I was in. And the more ecstasy I was in, the harder I’d lick her pussy. It was like a continuous, ever increasing loop of ecstasy. We were feeding off each other, getting more and more intense by the minute.

She was grinding her pussy on my face, and I was grinding mine on hers. We were pumping the lower halves of our bodies. At first the grinding was chaotic, but soon the grinding became somewhat synchronized. We got into a rhythm. So there we were, two college freshmen, both of us still considered daddy’s girls, sixty-nining, sucking on each other’s pussies, grinding our sweaty bodies together.

Yeah, we were pretty sweaty by that point. My boobs were sticking to her stomach, and hers to mine.

The grinding got more and more intense. The bed was squeaking super loud and moved out from the wall. If you heard the squeaks or saw how far the bed moved, you would have thought it must have been a guy fucking a girl—never would you believe that two girls could do that. But it was us, Emily and Sarah, fucking our brains out.

God, I was having so much fun I could have fallen in love with her.

I knew she didn’t want me to cum until her boyfriend came back, but I really didn’t care what he wanted. Plus, I don’t think I could have held it back had I tried. It had been building up for a while and was too powerful to control. I felt it coming on and just road the wave. I pulled my face off of her pussy and panted, “I’m gonna cum.” My whole body tensed up and started convulsing. She managed to hang on, continuing to lick my clit the whole time I was cumming. I buried my face in her thigh to scream. I squeezed her ass so tight and dug my fingernails in. I must have left marks.

Prior to that I had only ever cum from masturbating, so this was the first time another person made me cum. I suppose it was the first time another person even saw me cum.

When I finished I laid there, not moving, holding her body close to mine, catching my breath. She was slowly and softly licking the juices off my inner thigh. That tickled, but I liked it. I apologized, “Sorry, I couldn’t hold it.”

She laughed and told me that was okay. Then she added, “Actually, I was about to cum, too. Will you finish me?”

I said, “I’d love to.”

We repositioned ourselves so that she was lying in the middle of the bed, flat on her back, with her legs spread. I got down between her legs and licked her clit and fingered her. It was a little different experience than when I had gone down on her earlier. When I first went down on her I was in a state of super arousal. Now, having just cum, my mind was more calm and clear. It wasn’t bad, just different.

I was sucking on her clit for only a few minutes when she panted, “Don’t stop, don’t stop…” I felt her body tense up. Every muscle in her went rigid instantly. She arched her back and grabbed the sides of my head, taking big chunks of hair into her fists. She stuck her legs straight out, pressed her crotch up into my face and yelled, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” The whole bed shook violently.

After she finished I took my mouth off of her and looked up at her. Her head was back on the pillow and her eyes were closed. I thought she never looked so beautiful.

Although my mouth was off of her I had left my two fingers inside her. I could feel her pussy twitching, like it was clenching my fingers, aftershocks from her orgasm. I slowly pulled them out, keeping my eyes on them the whole time. There was something erotic about watching my drenched fingers slide out of her wet pussy.

I pulled myself up and laid down beside her. We were both entirely silent. At first I enjoyed the relaxing quiet, but then it started to get awkward. A few minutes later her boyfriend came back.

To make a long story short, I told them that I couldn’t go through with the three-way. It would just be too weird. As you can imagine, he was incredibly pissed. He had been sitting in his room for the past hour with a raging boner and dreams of group sex. I did feel bad for him—I was going to offer to suck his dick and let Emily watch, but he was being a total jerk so I changed my mind. To my surprise Emily said she wasn’t into the three-way either—she was too tired. So that settled things and I went home.

Afterward, Emily acted like nothing ever happened. In fact, she went back to ignoring me, as though she was too good to associate with me. I felt like a fool when I thought back to that evening and remember that I started to fall for her as the night went on. She’s a colossal b*tch—this time I won’t forget it.

But despite all that, I will begrudgingly admit that when I see her surrounded by a group of people—guys and girls—all fawning on her and treating her like she’s the queen of the world, I do get a little thrill out of thinking I fucked her.

[doubled]

Great story!! Thanks

[trexxxz]

I love it ,,It is so hot,,,excellent job, you should write more.

[atomic_monkey]

Originally Posted by trexxxz

I love it ,,It is so hot,,,excellent job, you should write more.

here's a new one for you:

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/show...186#post769186

[atomic_monkey]

[here's a revised version. mostly just cleaning up typos and minor changes. there is one big change, though. instead of it being two freshman, the seductress is now a senior. so it's a senior girl seducing a freshman girl.]


“Sarah’ Story: The Most Popular Girl on Campus”



My first time with another girl? I was a freshman in college. A guy and his girlfriend tried talking me into a three-way. The guy ended up leaving, thankfully, so the girl and I hooked-up by ourselves.

I went to a small liberal arts school which had only two- or three-thousand students. Since it was so small everyone knew each other. It was kind of like high school in that it there were cliques and people were still concerned with popularity. (I regret not going to a bigger school so that I could have gotten away from that.) Anyway…

During my freshman year the most popular girl at school was a senior named Emily Beene. She perfectly fit the stereotype of “The Most Popular Girl”: she was beautiful, rich, supremely stuck-up, and dated the hottest guy at school, the star of the track team or something like that. Of course all the guys wanted her and all of the girls hated her.

There were rumors that Emily and her boyfriend were into three-ways. I wasn’t sure whether to believe it. On the one hand, it was kind of trendy for girls at my school to hook-up with other girls. You couldn’t go to any party and not find a couple of drunk girls making out simply to get attention from the guys. But on the other hand, I never actually met anyone who said she participated in a three-way with Emily. According to the rumors, you didn’t come across any of the girls because Emily and her boyfriend only did it with girls from other, nearby colleges. I ended up dismissing the rumors. I assumed people were simply spreading lies about her because so many people hated her.

I was on the cheerleading squad with Emily. She rarely acknowledged my existence, and when she did she was incredibly condescending. I couldn’t stand her.

Well, towards the end of my freshman year I was at a party. Emily and her boyfriend were there. Somehow or another I ended up sitting on a couch and talking to him and a few other people. Soon it became just him and me. I can’t really remember how our conversation got started (blame it on the beer), but I think we talked about music for a long time. I should have known something was up because I had been at a ton of parties that he was at, but this was only the second or third time spoke to me. It eventually dawned on me that he was hitting on me. I was thinking it might be fun to hook-up with him just to spite Emily, so I flirted back.

Once I made it clear that I was interest he blurted out his proposition: he wanted me to have a three-way with him and Emily. He was so unsmooth about that I thought it was a joke. I thought he was just making fun of himself by playing off the rumors. But he insisted he was serious. My next thought was that it was just some evil trick—Emily was setting me up for some humiliation. He assured me that wasn’t the case. It was easily for me to believe that he, being a guy, would seriously want a three-way, but I struggled to imagine Emily being into it, especially with me. He offered to have Emily tell me herself that she was into it. At that point, I finally started to believe this might be true. And I was intrigued…

Let me give you a bit of background about me. I had found myself occasionally attracted to certain girls. A few times I even fantasized about kissing one (only kissing—I never imagined anything truly sexual). But it was always one of those thoughts that you hide away in the very back of your mind, not even admitting it to yourself. Hell, I so thoroughly convinced myself that it wasn’t true that I could have passed a lie detector test. When I first got to college and saw that lots of girls were hooking-up with each other, it excited me. It was just a feeling, nothing I consciously thought about. (As far being with guys, I was moderately experienced. I had sex with one guy, a boyfriend back in high school, and messed around with a ton of guys. I was no virgin, but compared to most of my friends I was a nun.) Back to the party…

It was the thought of being with a girl, not the three-way, that was turning me on. Had I not been kind of drunk, I would have pushed those urges to the back of my mind like I usually did. But I was feeling giddy and want to at least play along for a while. I took him up on his offer to have Emily tell me herself that she was into it. He finished his beer and then walked over to her. She was talking to a big group—the center of attention as always—so it took him a few minutes to pry her away so that he could whisper something in her ear.

I saw her glance over at me. Her looking at me made me nervous because it meant one of two things: that I really might end up hooking up with her, or that she might be about to humiliate me with some prank. She talked to him for another minute or two, then walked over to me. If her glance made me nervous, you can only imagine how her approaching me made me feel.

She said, “hey,” with a big fake smile on her face and tried making small talk. It was painfully awkward. It was especially weird having her be so nice, seeing as she usually treated me like dirt. Eventually she got around to mention that she saw me talking to her boyfriend early. She asked, “So, what do you think about his idea?” At first I pretended like I didn’t know what she meant. Then I went through the same song and dance with her that I did with him: I refusing to believe it, she reassuring me that it was true. Of course she used different language than him, talking around it rather than saying explicating what the proposition was.

I asked, “Why me?”

Emily said, “He thinks you’re hot.”

I’ll admit that I was flattered that the hottest guy at school thought that I was hot.

I asked, “Don’t you have a say in it?

She said, “I have veto power. If I don’t think the girl he picks is beautiful I say no,” and laughed. I didn’t miss the fact that her statement implied she, too, thought I was hot.

They must have had a conversation about me in advance, even before the party, where he proposed inviting me to join them. Obviously I can’t know how long ago, but it had to have happened. It was hard to imagine the hottest girl in school, a girl three years older than me, a girl I hated, having a conversation with her boyfriend where she was talking about her having sex with me.

I told her I still wasn’t sure if I could go through with it. She suggested the three of us sneak out and go back to her place to talk about it some more (her roommate went home for the weekend). She said going back to her place wouldn’t obligate me to do anything—she just wanted a chance to sell me on it. It was one of those moments in life, like when you’re standing on a bridge strapped to a bungee cord, where part of you desperately wants to make the leap, but you’re physically unable to take that step. You know that once you take that step there’s no turning back. So it took me a while, like another twenty minutes, before I finally agreed to go back to her place.

I left the party first (so that I wasn’t seen leaving with them) and walked the three blocks to her dorm. I sat outside waiting for them. It took them forever to show up, which shouldn’t be surprising because popular people like them can’t simply walk out of a party without a ton of people holding them up. As I sat there waiting for them I kept thinking I can’t believe this is happening, I can’t believe this is happening, I can’t believe this is happening…

When I finally saw them walking down the sidewalk towards me, arm in arm, it was another of those moments, like her glance, where it strikes you in the gut: this is really going to happen! I stood up and said hello. There was more awkward small talk as we walked into her building and made our way to her dorm room. I was not able to make eye contact with either of them.

Walking through the door of her room was yet another oh my god, this is really going to happen moments, only more intense than the previous ones. She sat down on her bed and he went to the fridge to get more beer. I just stood by the door. He suggested I sit on the bed next to Emily, so I did. I had mostly sobered up and declined his offer of a drink. He sat across from us on her roommate’s bed. We went through another long song and dance where I told them how nervous I was and they tried to reassure me that I would love it.

I asked him about the logistics. “How do all three of us participate at once? Do I do it with Emily while you watch? I’ve never been able to picture what kind of positions would make it possible for three people to do it at once.” I asked Emily about rules. “Am I not supposed to do stuff with him? Wouldn’t it bother you to watch another girl sucking your boyfriend’s dick?” They mostly just laughed at all my questions and didn’t give concrete answers.

Finally, I explained to them that I was so nervous because two huge things were about to happen: having sex with a girl and having sex with two people at once. Either one of those things by itself would be scary, but having to deal with both simultaneously was overwhelming.

I guess Emily had enough of my fretting. She put her beer down, moved closer to me, told me to relax, brushed my hair out of my face, and kissed me. I was pretty stiff and didn’t really kiss back. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her boyfriend watching us. I said, “It’s hard enough to get comfortable with this without having to do it in front of an audience. It’s kind of creepy having him watch.”

That’s when he offered to leave. He suggested that he slip for about an hour to give Emily and me time by ourselves, so that I could get used to doing stuff with a girl, and then he’d come back and join in. Emily seemed just as surprised as me. She said she never did stuff without him present and might feel weird. He assured her that it was okay. “It’s every guy’s dream to come home late one night and walk in on his girl having lesbian sex, and then getting invited to join in. That’s the plot of most pornos.” He lived in a dorm across the street, so he planned to just go back there to kill time. Emily was uneasy about it, but eventually relented and let him go.

After he left she got up to lock the door then came back to the bed. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I tried to imagining someone telling me that morning, “Sarah, tonight you Emily Beene are going to go back to her dorm room for the sole, explicit purpose of taking turns making each other cum.”

She smiled at me for minute or so and then brushed my hair out of my face again (I guess that’s her move). She leaned over and kissed me. It was a very soft and slow kiss, more romantic than lustful. At first it felt very, very weird to me. I kept thinking I’m kissing a girl, that’s not right. But after a few minutes it started to feel very, very good. Now I was thinking God, this feels so right, I don’t know why I was so scared. I put my tongue deep into her mouth. My hands had been at my side, but now I reached up to run my fingers through her hair as she kissed me. She put her arms around me and pulled me close. Then she gently laid me down on the bed.

I was incredibly nervous, but that turned out to be an advantage. Being that nervous, my skin was extra sensitive to the touch. When she started kissing my neck and putting her hand under my shirt it sent electric tingles shooting through my body. Those tingles that kind of tickle, but in a good way. Eventually she unclasped my bra and she started kneading my breasts with one hand while supporting herself with her other hand.

Our kisses were becoming more and more passionate. She laid on top of me. She was straddling one of my legs and grinding her crotch on it. I could tell she was getting super turned on. So was I. I couldn’t get over the fact that I was not only hooking up with a girl, but with Emily Beene, my arch enemy. And I remember what I had been thinking about earlier—that at some point before the party Emily and her boyfriend had a conversation where they planned to seduce me. I asked, “Do you really think I’m pretty or are you just doing this for him?”

She looked me in the eyes and sweetly said, “Sarah, I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since the first time I saw you.”

I felt my pussy get ten times wetter.

I couldn’t get her words out of my head. They turned me on so much. I kept thinking to myself Emily Beene wants to fuck me, Emily Beene wants to fuck me… I was in so much ecstasy that I lost track of what words were in my head and what words I was saying out loud. I’m pretty sure that I whispered into her ear, “fuck me.”

She sat up and pulled her shirt and bra off. Seeing her breasts was another one of those oh my God, this is really happening moments. Sure, we had already been making out for a while, but that wasn’t much different than being with a guy. But it’s impossible to forget you’re with a girl when there are breasts in your face. She made a half-hearted pull at my shirt, as though she trying to take it off. I took that as a hint to pull it off myself.

Then she started to unbutton and unzip my jeans. You guessed it: another oh my God, this is really happening moment. She slid my jeans and underwear off and tossed them on the ground, then stood up and took off her own jeans and underwear.

I was lying there totally naked, on my back, legs spread, knees bent. She sat there looking at my pussy for a minute. Having my crotch in her face made me feel self-conscious, exposed, vulnerable. But again, that just heightened my excitement.

She got on her hands and knees above me and nibbled on my ear lobes. Then she moved to my neck, kissing, licking and running her teeth over it. She slowly made her way down to my breasts, softly kissing and sucking on one, then the other. Next came my stomach, licking and nibbling the soft, sensitive flesh around my belly button.

She slid down more. She licked and nibbled my inner thighs. I spread my legs wider. Then she started licking that crease where your leg joins your body, first one side, then the other. God that felt good. She licked that spot for a long time.

Then she very softly licked my pussy lips. Up and down, up and down, very lightly. After what seemed like an eternity she pushed her tongue passed my lips and into my pussy. I quivered. She licked my hole for a while before she moved up to my clit.

At first she didn’t make direct contact with my clit. She just licked around it, teasing me, building the anticipation. She ever so slightly flicked my clit with her tongue. I thought I was going to go out of my mind.

Then finally, after that amazing build up, she pressed her tongue firmly onto my clit. She moved her tongue slowly, very slowly, up and down. I let out a moan. She kept moving her tongue, gradually getting faster and faster, but always very firm. She’d change up her motion, licking my clit up and down, then side to side, then in circles. Sometimes she’d suck on my clit.

As if that wasn’t great enough, she slid two fingers inside of me and started wiggling them, as though she was waving come here. I thought I was going to stop breathing that felt so good.

For a while I kept my eyes closed and just concentrated on the sensation of her tongue pleasuring my pussy. But I eventually opened my eyes and looked down at her. What a sight! My legs spread and Emily Beene, the hottest, most popular, most stuck-up girl in school, licking my pussy.

I reached down to run my fingers through her hair. She looked up at me. God, it was so hot to stare into each other’s eyes while she was licking my pussy. I told her, “Emily, this feels so good.”

She paused to let out a little chuckle and say, “I’m glad you like it.”

I tend to get super wet when I fuck. I’ve always been self-conscious about that. I thought about that when I looked down at her because her face was soaking wet. I was embarrassed. I apologized to her for being so wet. She said, “Don’t apologize. It’s hot. It lets me know you like it. You have a nice pussy.”

Emily Beene just told me I have a nice pussy. Wow. In a million years I never thought I would have heard that sentence come from her mouth.

I also thought about the fact that she was senior. That seemed like a big deal. Sure, there was only three years difference between us, but when you’re in college three years seems significant. It was like she was a woman and I was still a girl. I wonder if it seemed that way to her, too. I wonder if she felt like she was molesting me. A few of my friends had hooked-up with guys who were seniors, but I’m pretty sure I was the only person in my circle who fucked a senior girl.

She started licking and fingering me even harder. I was grinding my pussy on her mouth. I had to put a pillow over my face because I was afraid I was getting too loud. I didn’t want other people on her dorm floor to hear me.

Then she suddenly sat up. I wasn’t sure what was happening. She said she didn’t want me to cum before her boyfriend came home. He’d be pissed if he missed that. Plus she wanted to make sure I had a chance to get comfortable doing stuff to her before he came back.

I got nervous again. Having her go down on me was easy, but I wasn’t sure if I could actually put my mouth on a pussy.

She laid down and I mechanically—with my brain intentionally turned off—got up and positioned myself between her legs. If I thought about what I was about to do I probably couldn’t go through with it. And I figured I should keep my eyes closed because if I looked at her pussy I might psych myself out.

So with my eyes clenched shut I just dove in, slamming my face into her crotch, and began licking like a mad woman. After a few minutes I calmed down and realized that it wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was actually kind of nice. Hearing her moan, feeling her body squirm, and knowing that I was giving her that pleasure, was thrilling.

She was incredibly wet, too. In fact, she was already wet when I put my mouth on her—which told me that she must have gotten turned on by licking my pussy. That’s hot. I didn’t mind her getting my face soaking wet. Sex is supposed to be wet and sticky. When you finish sex you’re supposed to be coated in your partner’s body fluids—that’s how you know you just fucked somebody.

Then I felt guilty. She had so expertly gone down on me, with that elaborate build up, but I was just lapping at her like a thirsty dog. I slowed down and put some thought into my technique. I put two fingers into her, as she had down to me, and started grinding her clit with my tongue.

She arched her back and her legs went straight up into the air. I looked up and she was grabbing the headboard with both hands. After a minute she looked down at me. We repeated our earlier game of staring into each other’s eyes, only now our positions were reversed.

She again surprised me by stopping me. She grabbed my face and pulled it up. I asked, “What’s wrong? Was I not doing that right?” She assured me that I was doing a fantastic job.

She took me by the shoulders and positioned me so that I was lying on my side. Then she laid on her side, facing me, only her head was towards the opposite end of the bed. I quickly realized that she wanted to sixty-nine. She pulled my legs apart and put her face into my crotch. I squiggled a little to position myself (we were nearly the identical height, so things lined up pretty easily), then put my face between her thighs and started sucking on her pussy.

My brain was still stuck on the idea that I was fucking Emily Beene of all people. Most guys at school would have given their big toe just to be able to make out with her, and there I was having oral sex with her.

She wrapped her arms around me, grabbed my ass, and pulled my crotch into her face as hard as she good. I did the same to her. The harder she licked my pussy, the more ecstasy I was in. And the more ecstasy I was in, the harder I’d lick her pussy. It was like a continuous, ever increasing loop of ecstasy. We were feeding off each other, getting more and more intense by the minute.

She was grinding her pussy on my face, and I was grinding mine on hers. We were pumping the lower halves of our bodies. At first the grinding was chaotic, but soon the grinding became somewhat synchronized. We got into a rhythm. So there we were, two college girls, both of us still considered daddy’s girls, sixty-nining, sucking on each other’s pussies, grinding our sweaty bodies together.

Yeah, we were pretty sweaty by that point. My breasts were sticking to her stomach, and hers to mine. The sheets under us were soaked.

The grinding got more and more intense. The bed was squeaking super loud and moved out from the wall. If you heard the squeaks or saw how far the bed moved, you would have thought it must have been a guy fucking a girl—never would you believe that two girls could do that. But it was us, Emily and Sarah, fucking our brains out.

God, I was having so much fun I could have fallen in love with her.

I knew she didn’t want me to cum until her boyfriend came back, but I really didn’t care what he wanted. Plus, I don’t think I could have held it back had I tried. It had been building up for a while and was too powerful to control. I felt it coming on and just road the wave. I pulled my face off of her pussy and panted, “I’m gonna cum.” My whole body tensed up and started convulsing. She managed to hang on, continuing to lick my clit the whole time I was cumming. I buried my face in her thigh to scream. I squeezed her ass so tight and dug my fingernails in. I must have left marks.

Prior to that I had only ever cum from masturbating, so this was the first time another person made me cum. I suppose it was the first time another person even saw me cum.

When I finished I laid there, not moving, holding her body close to mine, catching my breath. She was slowly and softly licking the juices off my inner thigh. That tickled, but I liked it. I apologized, “Sorry, I couldn’t hold it.”

She laughed and told me that was okay. Then she added, “Actually, I was about to cum, too. Will you finish me?”

I said, “I’d love to.”

We repositioned ourselves so that she was lying in the middle of the bed, flat on her back, with her legs spread. I got down between her legs and licked her clit and fingered her. It was a little different experience than when I had gone down on her earlier. When I first went down on her I was in a state of super arousal. Now, having just cum, my mind was more calm and clear. It wasn’t bad, just different.

I was sucking on her clit for only a few minutes when she panted, “Don’t stop, don’t stop…” I felt her body tense up. Every muscle in her went rigid instantly. She arched her back and grabbed the sides of my head, taking big chunks of hair into her fists. She stuck her legs straight out, pressed her crotch up into my face and yelled, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” The whole bed shook violently.

After she finished I took my mouth off of her and looked up at her. Her head was back on the pillow and her eyes were closed. I thought she never looked so beautiful.

Although my mouth was off of her I had left my two fingers inside her. I could feel her pussy twitching, like it was clenching my fingers, aftershocks from her orgasm. I slowly pulled them out, keeping my eyes on them the whole time. There was something erotic about watching my drenched fingers slide out of her wet pussy.

I pulled myself up and laid down beside her. We were both entirely silent. At first I enjoyed the relaxing quiet, but then it started to get awkward. A few minutes later her boyfriend came back.

To make a long story short, I told them that I couldn’t go through with the three-way. It would just be too weird. As you can imagine, he was incredibly pissed. He had been sitting in his room for the past hour with a raging boner and dreams of group sex. I did feel bad for him—I was going to offer to suck his dick and let Emily watch, but he was being a total jerk so I changed my mind. To my surprise Emily said she wasn’t into the three-way either—she was too tired. So that settled things and I went home.

Afterward, Emily acted like nothing ever happened. In fact, she went back to ignoring me, as though she was too good to associate with me. She graduated a few weeks later and I never heard from her again. I felt like a fool when I thought back to that evening and remember that I started to fall for her as the night went on. She’s a colossal b*tch—this time I won’t forget it.


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