Attorney
32 years old
The first girl I had sex with was in college. Her name was Sandi and we were first-year dormmates. I had always known that I was lesbian, but never told anyone and never acted on it. I focused on academics and was always the “good girl,” but when I went away to college and finally had some freedom, I decided that I would explore a little. The moment I saw Sandi, I knew she was the one I wanted to explore with. She was the cute, funny, surfer-girl type and I really liked her laid-back attitude. She had a great body with a perfect bubble-butt and perky breasts. Sandi dated guys, but seemed like the fun-loving type who might be open to trying something new, so I decided that I would give it a shot the night we completed semester finals. The end of finals was always a good excuse to celebrate and have a little fun.
When Sandi came back to our dorm room after her last final, she looked a little drained, but I perked her up. “Congratulations!” I yelled. “We did it! Yay for us! Our first semester behind us!” I raised a celebratory But Light and handed her a bottle. Sandi perked up at this and said “Cheers!” before taking a long swig of her beer. “Thank God that’s over,” she added as she plopped down on the couch. We chatted and drank a little more before Sandi pulled out a joint and started smoking. She passed it to me, and I slid into a nice, mellow, relaxed groove. I sat next to her on the sofa and let my knee remain touching hers while we chatted. When I noticed her looking at our knees, I put my hand on her thigh and bluntly asked, “Have you ever been with a girl?” She said she hadn’t, but confessed that she had thought about it, so I slid my hand to her inner thigh and leaned forward to kiss her. Much to my delight, Sandi met my mouth and returned the kiss. Although I had never done this before, I didn’t feel as awkward as I had expected. It all felt very natural, like my body was leading me, not the other way around.
I instinctively slid my hand between her legs and rubbed my fingers into her warm crotch. When I felt her grab my breast and squeeze, I knew it was “game on,” and I moved in closer. I turned her around on the sofa so she could lie down on her back and I could be above her. I unbuttoned her pants and removed them as she took off her top and bra. Her breasts were larger than I had imagined, and it turned me on to finally get to see them after a long semester of fantasy. I quickly removed my clothes and positioned myself between her legs. I placed my hands on her bent knees and enjoyed the view. “Look at that sweet pussy,” I said as I slowly spread her legs open and closed. I had dreamt of this pussy, and now I was only inches away from it. I moved forward and leaned in to kiss her. Her soft lips tasted like Bud Light, and I felt the urge to nibble on the bottom one as I pressed my pussy into her pelvis. I understood right then why some lesbians like strap-ons. I felt such a strong urge to enter her and fill her pussy while I kissed and caressed her. The next best thing was my tongue, and I couldn’t wait to go down.
As I slowly kissed my way down Sandi’s taut young body, I marveled at how good she smelled. Just like a flower. A flower being de-flowered, I thought. When I made it to her pussy, I was hungry with desire. I wanted to completely consume it with my mouth, and give her a pleasure she had never known. I made my tongue flat and broad and pressed it against her clit. She writhed around and pushed her hips forward, so I knew she liked it. I teased and sucked her clit until I could feel her wetness covering the lower part of my face. I was still rubbing her breasts and stomach with my left hand, but brought my right hand up to help stimulate Sandi’s juicy pussy. At this point, I was propped up on the couch with one knee over the side and my own pussy pushed against the corner of the cushion. While I was pleasuring Sandi, our couch was pleasuring me with each pelvic thrust.
Sandi was moaning and massaging her own tits while I ate her out. Eventually I felt her hand on the back of my head, pressing me harder into her, and I knew she was ready to cum. I slid three fingers in and out of her tight, wet pussy and sucked her clit until she let out a wail of orgasmic pleasure. She must have thrust her pussy in my face 15 more times before finally draining herself. The rhythmic spasms of her orgasming pussy muscles on my fingers sent me over the top after a few more pelvic thrusts into the couch cushion. We were both completely spent and satisfied. We remained snuggling on the couch for a long time, smoking pot and caressing each other’s bodies until we fell asleep.
Although it was my first time, it felt like something I had done all my life. Like something I was meant to do, and meant to love. I adore women, and I absolutely love being a lesbian.