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Love hot first time futa/ lesbian erotica stories? You should definitely also check out: First Time Lesbian: An Unusual MILF Encounter First Time Lesbian: A Professor’s Proposal First Time Lesbian: Naked in Nature Make sure to read past the end of the story for a sneak preview of two of these books! Then sign up for my mailing list by clicking here! Signing up for my mailing list entitles you to one free book at $ 2.99! To claim your free copy, check out my catalogue: All of Jamie’s Books! Then, email me with your choice at thewhiteclimax@ gmail.com! Table of Contents 1 2 3 Sneak Peak: The Professor’s Proposal Sneak Peak: Naked in Nature 1 I always looked up to the woman of the house with a mix of respect and anger. “You need to get your life under control,” she would say. “You drink too much, you party too much, and hang out with too many boys.” If only she knew, I thought. Yes, I drank a lot. Sometimes, too much. I partied a lot— I didn’t think it was possible to party too much at a young age. But boys? No, I didn’t do it with many boys. In fact, I hadn’t done “it” with any boys. I didn’t even like boys. I liked girls— or, more specifically, women. I had kept myself pure, because though I certainly longed to have a woman, I didn’t want some ditzy girl who would suddenly decide she was straight halfway through anything we did. I envisioned a true woman. A confident woman, a woman who would have no fear over a lesbian encounter. I envisioned seeing such a woman in the doorway with the cocky smirk on her face that says “I know exactly what I’m doing, and you’re going to love it.” I pictured her coming over to me, her body gently pressing down on mine, creating pressure but not suffocation. I imagined her kissing my body, my tender body. I saw myself trembling with excitement at this sexy woman. I saw her reaching behind, removing my bra, and then going down to my breasts, which she would gently suck on, creating great tension in them but not causing pain. Then, she would slowly work her way down. She would remove my panties. She would take a look at one of the last untouched parts of my body. She would smile. And then she would insert her fingers or tongue. My eyes would go wide. My breathing would shorten. My naked body would shake with excitement. And then, after some time, I would come. I could picture everything else. But I couldn’t imagine what orgasm felt like. Orgasm was a feeling. You could see it, you could definitely hear it, but until you felt it, I figured, it was useless to imagine what it would be like. I had used my fingers, and it had felt great, but everyone told me orgasm by a cock or tongue felt a million times better than ones own fingers— men just had that power. So, I figured, why can’t women do that with their body parts? They may not have cocks, but they had other things that could simulate it. Worst case, they could use a dildo. The question every day became, then, who would this woman be? Where would I find her? And when I found her, how would I convince her? For the longest time, I didn’t have a good answer. I didn’t know where to turn. But one person always checked off all of the boxes. The woman of the house. Andrea. But that would’ve been so taboo, so forbidden, so… so everything, that if I had gone down that road, I would have to keep it a secret forever. And on top of that, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to do anything with her. She came into my life only a few years ago, but she acted as if she had been there since day one. It would bug the shit out of me 90 percent of the time, and I would wish she had never joined up with my dad. But the 10 percent of the time that things were good, it was hard to argue they were anything but among the best of times. She would take me shopping. She would take me to concerts. In those moments, I felt a deep connection to her, a connection that technically could be fulfilled but would feel incredibly weird. Most of the time, I could ignore that. But there was another twist to this weird dark fantasy— I think she wanted to fulfill it too. She would give me looks like I saw the guys in my high school give me. At first, I just assumed that with girls and women, it meant something besides “I want to fuck you.” But I would always notice Andrea walking around the house in nothing but a towel. She’d shower and then go downstairs to grab food, while still in nothing but a bath towel. Such sights were, I could not deny, unbelievably sexy. Her body put to shame some of the ones you’d see in fragrance commercials, and she had a beautiful face I just wanted to kiss in every spot if she wasn’t who she was. And her tits could barely be fit by a towel. Sometimes she’d be looking around in my room when I came back from the shower. I made sure not to do anything that would allow her to see my body, but I’m not sure she ever wanted to go that far at that point— she seemed like she wanted the tease. That was all true up until a week ago. Then I turned 18. It was then she asked me the question I had a feeling would lead us to something unusual. “Amelia, how would you like to take a bonding trip with me to the beach?” *** We left the house at 1 p.m. To get to the beach required a four-hour drive, maybe another 30 minutes if traffic was bad, putting us up right against the sunset. I always loved the sunset on the Pacific, but I felt it was weird to go to the beach for just the sunset. Wouldn’t you want to catch some rays? “I’m too old to be getting a tan,” Andrea said. “That gives me gross things called skin cancer.” I eyed her up and down and smirked. No one would ever call her tan, but to call her Casper was far from the truth too. She had something of a natural tan, which made her statement a bit self-deprecating. “Yeah, but even so, don’t you want to like go swim or go hang out and just enjoy the beach? Have a beer or two?” “Are you having drinks at the beach with those boys?” I looked at her angry, as if saying “are you fucking serious.” Andrea then smirked, and started laughing. What’s so funny, I thought, not finding the humor in the moment. “Amelia, relax. I’m not going to do anything this trip. You can drink if you want, you can ask me anything you want. No going to other boys, though. This is a you and I trip, not a me on the sidelines as you run off with some wanna-be actor.” This took me so far off guard, I simply stared at her with confused eyes. This was Andrea? The 90 percent Andrea never acted this way, and the 10 percent Andrea just never brought up her judgmental side. Did I have to suddenly add a 0.001 percent of the time to her behavior? “For real?” Andrea looked at the back of the car and nodded. “Open the cooler behind us.” I did. I saw fruity beer and couldn’t believe my eyes. “Look, I’m not stupid Amelia. I’m not going to let you drink when you’re 16. But you’re 18, about to go to school, and the worst thing I can do is make it so you’re ill-prepared for college. You’re not getting drunk off that, but we’ll let you have some fun.” When I looked back at Andrea, she seemed to have a devious smile. Like there was more to it than she let on. As if she knew what I really liked and what I really wanted. I had to admit, given that we had never gone on a trip as just the two of us, my thoughts had veered toward the dirty a bit more. But the closest Andrea had come to saying anything unusual was the word “bonding” and my girlfriends went on bonding trips with their moms or stepdmoms all the time, and none of them had a look that suggested anything extremely dirty. So perhaps I was biased. But I wasn’t stupid. And that look said something. “All right,” I said, smiling, somewhat uneasy but also a bit more open. If something did happen… if, somehow, this woman took me at the beach, or on some hotel near the beach, no one would know. We were too far away and I knew no one in this area. So I had that going for me. And Andrea was pretty damn hot, objectively speaking. And… well, subjectively speaking too. The rest of the car ride went surprisingly quiet, however. Andrea seemed to have that one goal— to bring up the beer— and nothing else. We chatted about my prom, about how I enjoyed— or didn’t— the majority of my high school years, about how I was looking forward to college in a month’s time. But the conversation remained strictly on a superficial level. Finally, just as the sun had begun to duck below the horizon, we got to the beach. I quickly got out of the car, leaving Andrea behind, and raced to the beach. I didn’t want to waste any time and I wanted to finally be free of the cramped car and feel sand between my toes and the slightly chilled ocean water running over them and just inches above my ankles. I ran out, and I smiled. But one thing felt slightly weird. No one else was around. Not even a lifeguard. “How do you like it?” I hear Andrea yell from the car. I turned around and gave the thumbs up. But I had to ask. “Where is everyone?” Andrea smiled. “I used to come to this specific beach all the time for this very reason,” she said. “It’s kind of a hidden spot in the area. You have to take some back roads to get to it and so tourists definitely don’t know about it. If you’re a local, you don’t go to the beach that often. It works out well.” For what, Andrea, for what, I thought. Slowly, the puzzle pieces were coming together. I didn’t want to yet acknowledge what the picture looked like, but when I did, it did bring a guilty smile to my face. The picture that the puzzle pieces formed showed me and Andrea on the beach, alone, with only the moon shining down on us… on our naked bodies, intertwined and connected by one specific action. And when that one specific action finally came, I would have the answer to the question I didn’t dare address before. How would it feel? 2 As I stood looking out over the water, listening to the waves gently crash, and watching the sun set a bit more every second beneath the horizon, Andrea came up with one large blanket— not two, as was the case on our group trips— and the beer. “Not a bad sight,” she said. “Wouldn’t you agree?” I nodded. I didn’t dare turn to her. I knew what the look on her face would be like, and if I went along with it, we might’ve fucked right then and there. Not now, I thought. Not in broad daylight. If we’re going to have sex, we can’t make it so obvious that the world sees us if someone so just drives by. Plus, if we do it in the dark, maybe I won’t be able to see Andrea’s face as well, and if things feel too weird, I can imagine her as someone else. I then felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned around. To my surprise, though, Andrea didn’t look sexual or predatory. She looked… like she did 90 percent of the time. Was this just her biding her time? Did she understand my concerns? She was much older, after all— and that’s what made her, I had to admit, sexy. She understood women’s real concerns and needs. She didn’t pretend to be cool, she didn’t pretend to be anything really, and she didn’t try to impose her will. She just went with the flow. “Hey, you seem nervous, is everything all right?” I smiled. Sort of, I wanted to say. I wanted to tell her how I had had filthy thoughts of having sex with her— and now those thoughts had been amplified on a beach, where we would both be wearing the minimal amount of clothing. I wanted to tell her how, by the technical way of looking at things, we could have sex, but if anyone else ever found out, I’d be ruined. I already had an image of being a wild brat who couldn’t be tamed— but to become a slut of that proportions was not something I had any interest in bringing on myself. “I’m good,” I said instead, smiling. I looked out on the ocean. I thought for a second if I really wanted to do this. If we got drunk enough, I knew, it was going to happen. I could pretend that she was just doing her thing, and I mine, but I knew how each of us looked at each other. I knew what those gazes meant. They were not “just friendly” gazes. And besides, how long did I really want to wait until I had sex? All of my friends, many of whom had far less crazy-girl images than I, had done it, and swore it was one of the best things they had ever done. The way they talked about it, you’d think it was better than, well, name anything. Except for Jackie, who said it sucked. But there was always one. Or maybe there were more, and they lied. Either way, it seemed like something worth trying. And if I was serious about doing it with a woman and not some girl— not some sorority slut, I knew I’d be saying in a few days— I would have to do it now, or wait… fuck knows how long. I didn’t think it was going to get any better at college. I very subtly sighed— so much so I doubt I would’ve noticed it watching myself— and decided I had to very slowly begin the process. The first step of said process was removing clothing. “I’m going out into the ocean,” I said. Andrea nodded. “I’m gonna sip some beers, have fun,” she said. I looked back at her once more, and she was already laying the blanket out and cracking open a beer. I removed my shirt and gym shorts, and I eyed her to see if she reacted in any way. She didn’t give any eye contact, but I did notice the outline of a… bulge? A bulge was definitely forming in her pants. That seemed weird. I assumed it was just the way she was sitting. I turned around and headed to the ocean. I didn’t dare imagine what she was doing staring at my ass. If she was at all like she had been so far, she was probably imagining me naked… And the thought aroused me. Nonetheless, with it still bright out, I didn’t want to give her the chance to do anything that would get us caught. I only had to wait about 30 minutes, and that I could do. I relaxed in the water, letting the ocean waves gently run into me, making sure not to get my hair wet. I looked back at Andrea, sipping on her third beer, watching me intently. Was she getting drunk for the same reason I wanted to? Surely a woman wouldn’t need to get drunk to bang a girl… although, certainly, I wasn’t just “a girl” to her, no matter what the situation. I watched the sun set. It made me wax poetic about losing my virginity. Then I laughed. Sometimes, a sunset is just a sunset, nothing metaphorical. Finally, with the sun almost set, I came out of the water and walked slowly over to Andrea. Andrea smiled broadly at me. “I just have to say, Amelia, how beautiful you look right now.” I blushed and smiled. I also paused. I wanted her to get the chance to eye me up as much as possible. “Right now, with the sun glistening against you, it’s forming a golden hue, and the outline of you… I mean, damn.” She gulped. I gulped back. She was about to say something. “Daresay, you look kind of sexy right now.” I smirked. I had a feeling this kind of comment might come at some point tonight, but now that it had actually come… I actually enjoyed it. It filled me with confidence. It had removed any doubt whatsoever. I could kill the stress of the suspense, and focus on the action. “Well, you’re not too bad right now yourself,” I said, suddenly emboldened. Andrea laughed, knocking her head back and removing eye contact. I kept it on her, though. The sun setting meant that by the time things got inappropriate, no lights would shine on us, and we could have our peace and quiet. Eventually, she did turn back to me, and I widened my eyes and tilted my head. “I’m serious, you know.” For a second, Andrea appeared to register the comment in her head. She seemed to be having the same realization I had had moments ago— that this was going to end with us fucking, her taking my virginity, banging a hot 18-year old and me getting off from one of the sexiest women I knew— when there just happened to be a taboo relationship between us. “Well,” she said, reaching over and pulling out some beers. “I’m serious about you having some beers.” I smirked and sat down close to her. Not on her, but close enough that we brushed elbows. “Not too many,” she said, and I rolled my eyes laughing. “Please, Andrea, we’re on vacation. I’ll have as many as I want.” “I bet you will.” “Damn straight.” Andrea chuckled. I laughed, and rested my head on her shoulder. She did not react, but I could see her pants bulging again. What the hell, I thought. Is she really… is she really a she? Nevertheless, I still found myself attracted to her. I took the opportunity she gave me to kill two beers in 10 minutes. She ran out of beer from her own collection then, but by that point, darkness had settled on the beach. I had no interest in seeing her go back to the car and giving her a chance to question her choice. “Damn, you killed those beers fast,” she said. “Are you going to be like that at college?” I laughed and put my hand on her forearm. I caught her glancing down at it and back at me, and her smile did not dissipate. This worked well for me, for if she did not want to do it, she would’ve said something by now. I decided even if she didn’t force the issue, I would now. “I’ll be a good little brat at college,” I said. “You know, just like in high school.” Andrea smirked and laughed. “Hey, I just wanted to make sure you did your work.” “Oh, I do my work.” I saw an opportunity. Andrea was leaning back on her hands, leaving it perfect for me to straddle her. “I do very good work,” I said. I then saw her stomach and rubbed my hand on it. “It looks like you do pretty good work too… Andrea.” She gulped and let out a slightly nervous laugh. I felt her stomach shake, and I knew I had my chance. “Tell me Andrea, can you show me how to do good work?” I then straddled over her. I felt her pants bulged into my crotch, and I smirked. Worst case, I get dick in me. “I… uh…” I smiled, and then pulled her to kiss her. 3 Andrea, perhaps having waited for the dam to break, immediately grabbed my face and let herself fall to the ground. She then rolled me over and was on top of me, and I let out a laugh. She passionately made out with me, and at that moment I realized how long she had waited for this moment. No one kisses like that, I thought, if they haven’t waited for a long time for that kiss. She had probably felt this way for years, but waited until I turned 18. Hell, fine by me, I thought. As long as she tames this brat, I’m good with however she does it. She worked my way down to my neck, which she sucked and bit into gently. I had not imagined this being as intense as it was, but the feeling made me feel so wet down below that I felt soaked way more than the ocean had made me. I began softly gasping, and I could feel my body start to shake. Her crotch continued pressing down on me, and I reached down to feel the outline of her bulge. I had nothing to compare it to, but based on what I felt, I had a feeling it had quite the girth to it. But now I had to know. “Andrea, Andrea,” I said. She pulled back, looking hurt, as if I had suddenly decided to stop and make the experience awkward. I looked down at her pants. “Are you a woman?” She looked down and laughed, probably in relief that I didn’t want to end it— at least not explicitly. “Yes, yes. I’m what’s called a futa. I am a woman 99 percent of the time, but I grow a cock when I’m extremely aroused. Consider it a compliment.” I looked into her eyes and knew she was telling the truth. “Well, you better do me good with the dick then!” Whatever thoughts of both of us stopping before things got taboo quickly ended when Andrea reached behind my back and undid my top. Just as I imagined it, I leaned forward to help her out, and she tossed it to the side. She looked down at my large breasts, exposed to her for the first time ever, and smiled. She shook her head in between my breasts, and then worked her way to each one, licking, sucking, caressing— doing everything one could with breasts to make a girl feel amazing. I smiled and gasped as she did this. No amount of masturbation could’ve prepared me for the pleasant chills that went down my body as Andrea had her way with it. Nothing could’ve prepared me for the intense connection and the hyper sensitivity I had at that moment. “Fuck, God,” I murmured out. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t even think of what to say. My body had taken over my mind, and sensations had taken over my body. After a bit, Andrea worked her way down my stomach, and I shook. Here was the moment I had waited for. Ravage me between my legs, Andrea. Show me how a sexy, beautiful woman like yourself does it. Make me never want to think about some stupid frat boy or bimbo slut. Make me only want real women. Andrea reached down with her hands on each side, and wrapped her fingers inside. I gasped and lifted my hips. Without any hesitation, she removed them. In that openness, I felt not just naked, but free. Sex on the beach was no longer a drink. It was a real thing. And I was no longer encumbered by silly taboo thoughts or by fears of suggestions— it was all laid out. My body, in the full, ready to be taken by Andrea as she so wished. It was a wonderful feeling. Andrea began by kissing the inside of my thigh, just above my knee, and I shook uncontrollably. I hadn’t even had my clit touched, and I already had the shivers way worse than anytime I had used my fingers. How… what… oh God. Oh fucking God. She then reached up closer to my clit, and I closed my eyes. I felt the cool ocean breeze brush over my naked body, and it became impossible to tell the difference between those chills and the chills from touch. It made no difference to me, though, for I loved the feeling both produced. Finally, she kissed my lower lips. I quivered and let out a soft cry. She had done it. The woman had touched me down low, and the release of years of waiting came out in a cry that was surely heard up and down the coast. But I no longer cared. I was with Andrea, and that was all that mattered. Plus, I trusted her when she said people wouldn’t come down to the beach. Andrea’s tongue went up and down, across, over and into my clit, applying different amount of pressure and going at different amount of speed. I wanted to crush her head and keep it on a mantle for future use, she felt that good. Andrea grumbled occasionally, like a lion celebrating a catch and feast, and that aroused me so much. It was as if Andrea was literally eating me out, and that enthusiasm and excitement contributed to my own arousal. “Mmm, mmmm, yes.” “You fucking like that,” Andrea said, pulling up. I didn’t respond, and instead grabbed her head and jammed her back between my legs. I didn’t care how dirty her talk was— it couldn’t get me off like it could with touch and pressure. And that touch and pressure felt like the Midas touch of oral sex. But this Midas touch didn’t make me gold, it made me so aroused I could start to feel tension. It was much like the tension of masturbating, but it came up much slower. And, oh my fucking God, did it feel much better. “Jesus, Jesus, oh fuck.” It built up slowly, and my pussy began to pulsate. Soon, it felt like my entire body was going to explode in a massive orgasm. I gasped and clenched my legs so tight it seemed like I might break her head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I gasped and looked up at the sky. The stars blurred together, and the sounds of the ocean were replaced by a general white noise, and my entire body tensed. “Here it comes, it’s coming.” And then I knew— without “knowing”— what hit. An orgasm that blew my body up. “AHHHHH GOD GOD GOD!” My body shook violently and, I’m sure later, blushed red. My legs tightened even harder as a warm waterfall of feelings gushed over my body. I could hardly contain myself and screamed at the top of my lungs. I would wonder in amazement later how no one heard, even by the beach’s standards. Simply put, I had never felt anything like it. My own hand— it was like going from McDonald’s fries to a five-star steak. It wasn’t apples to oranges— it wasn’t that close. “OhmyGod, stop stop,” I yelled as my feelings slowly stopped and I could no longer handle the intense feelings between my legs. Andrea pulled back, a satisfied smirk on her face— an expression that said “still got it.” I opened my eyes after a few seconds of collecting myself. I had to collect my feelings back, but once I did, I looked up and my intentions turned from getting off to getting Andrea off. She had never seemed as sexy in my life as that moment. I wanted her cock. I wanted to see it come, and I wanted to feel it explode, either in my mouth or down below. “Fucking give me your cock,” I said, so emboldened and aroused that it was all I could think of. I even lost my fear of being discovered. Andrea looked for a second like she was deciding whether to let me suck it or go for it, but I didn’t want to wait. I sat up and immediately yanked her bottom down. I looked up and saw she had removed her top, revealing her woman breasts. Before I could come up to suck her off, however, she pushed me back down. She spit on her dick, and rubbed it down. I looked up at her, and she looked ready to crush me with her cock. I sat up and she came over me and positioned herself. I gulped. I was ready. She inserted herself, and I gasped as I felt her cock fill the space inside me. I looked into Andrea’s eyes, which had a rabid and animalistic look to them. I returned the favor, grimacing in pleasure as she went deeper. “Oh, fucking God,” I said. Andrea simply grunted and began her thrusting. It didn’t take long for her to go hard at me, violently thrusting into my hips so hard I was sure they’d leave bruises. I couldn’t quite make out her entire body with the night sky, but I saw enough to know she loved it. But, to my surprise, she quickly pulled out. “Roll over,” she said. I smiled. Doggie, huh? Asserting your dominance, I thought. Fine by me. I rolled over and stuck my ass in the air. Andrea wasted no time as she grabbed my hips and began thrusting away. “Urrrgh!” “Ohhhh.” “FUCK!” Then, in a move I had not expected, Andrea went from using my hips for support to my hair. I had seen this before and thought it would hurt, but to my surprise, it felt amazing. Like, really fucking amazing. “Ohhhh,” I said. I myself began to feel pleasure again, like I might come a second time. Then Andrea let out a higher pitched groan than before, and even though it was my first time with the woman, this fucking little brat knew what that cry meant. “Give it to me, Andrea. Give me your fucking cum.” “GOD!” “Yes, show this little brat how it’s done.” “Urrrgh!” Her cock expanded in me, and I felt my entire innerness being grinded on. Her grunts became louder, and her thrusts faster and more violent. Then I felt her tip expand to seemingly impossible proportions and I moaned. “Fuuuuck.” “GAH!” She yelled out and quivered in me as I felt warm seed shoot inside me. Andrea’s grip grew tighter and her moans louder. I moaned, encouraging her on, as she came into me. I smiled, looking ahead. Not only had I gotten off, I had gotten this sexy woman off. How could it get any better than that? Simple: it couldn’t. Finally, after about three ropes, Andrea’s cum reduced to a dribble, and she slowly fell forward. “Yessss,” I said as I let my ass collapse. I turned around to see Andrea lying on the blanket, trying to catch her senses much as I had earlier in the session. I also noticed that, as she said, her cock had disappeared, and she looked like a normal naked woman— well, a sexy one at that. I found my clothes and put them on. I found her bikini and tossed it to her. “Better hurry before your little secret ain’t a secret no more.” “Hah,” she said, out of breath from the orgasm. “This needs to be a much bigger secret.” “Trust me,” I said, going over and kissing her on the cheek. “No one will know. But I’m coming to you again, Andrea. That’s definitely not a secret.” ### Looks like Amelia has learned from the futa about how sex really works! But guess what? She’s not the only one with some sexy futa encounters. Who else has? Read on to find out in some sneak previews! Sneak Peek: The Professor’s Proposal Destinee, for her part, got in the car and looked at herself in the mirror with the most self-assurance an 18-year old could ever have. She could not have felt more confident about her choice. There was no one she had met in the previous few years when she thought about sex semi-regularly that made her want to give it up. She wanted it to be with someone special— she just never knew it would be this special or even with a woman. She had just assumed she’d get with a guy but always be with men. Roxanne got to the house first. She went to the kitchen and got out a bottle of wine. She then sat at the kitchen table nervously, waiting for her to arrive. She reminded herself not to doubt her decision, but she also knew from experience she wouldn’t have to worry about such self-doubt as soon as the action got heavy. Destinee pulled into her driveway about five minutes later and parked the car. It was still relatively light outside, and one neighbor was outside cleaning her lawn. She waited until she had gone outside, and then made a beeline for the house. She knocked on the door, and she heard Roxanne’s footsteps approaching. She opened the door, and then Destinee squeezed inside. Roxanne closed the door and turned around. “Destinee, I—” But before she could finish her sentence, Destinee pulled her head down and kissed her on the lips. It felt so right to her, and to Roxanne, it felt right too. The two of them stumbled onto the couch in Roxanne’s living room, and the kissing got hotter and faster. Their hands began feeling each other up, and Destinee let out a slight gasp as Roxanne’s hands squeezed her breasts. “Let’s skip the wine and go to what the wine would’ve led us to.” Roxanne didn’t have to think twice, and she sat up and the two of them raced to the bedroom. Roxanne then pushed Destinee on the bed, and Destinee let out a surprise yell as she landed. She then laughed excitedly, eager to see what sex would finally be like. It started with Roxanne crawling on top of her, working her way through her body with kisses. She started at her legs, then her knees, and then her thighs… and Destinee was sure she was going straight between her legs. She was already wet enough to end a drought, and was certain this was the moment. But then, in a true tease, Roxanne headed to her hips, and she raised her shirt so she might make her way further up. Destinee let out a soft laugh again and her body shook as she got closer to her breasts. She then sat up and removed her tank top, and, not to Roxanne’s surprise, she had no bra on. The only surprise had been that no one else at the dining hall had noticed or made any comments about it. Or, maybe, her breasts were just that perfect that they hung high enough up that it didn’t seem like she wasn’t wearing a bra. She then went to work on her breasts, kissing and licking and sucking on them. Destinee arched her body at the tingling running through them as she ran her hands across Roxanne’s body— her body with clothes on. She grabbed her shirt and began yanking it, trying desperately to tear it off. Roxanne assisted her as she reached down her with her hands, her mouth still working on her body, and removed the shirt. Though it was dark, when Destinee felt her back with her hands and her chest with her stomach and hips, she could feel her soft, curvy body pressing down on her, and this pushed her arousal levels to their limit. How as this woman as old as she was but still with the body of someone her age? Such a thing was too good to be true. She then made her way up to her mouth, finally, and the two of them French kissed. Destinee could feel her hips pushed up against hers, and her bulge pressed up against her pussy. With no underwear on either— somehow, Roxanne had not noticed this, though the lack of light contributed to it— the sensations became nearly unbearable, and she grabbed onto her back and pressed up against her as the two kissed. “Oh, fuck, fuck, Roxanne,” she said. “Make me scream for you.” Roxanne got the message, and with one more kiss, she worked her way back down, working on her neck, then her chest, then her stomach… and then she removed her skirt. Destinee, for the first time ever, found herself naked in front of another woman about to have lesbian sex with her— or any kind of sex, period. Such a rush felt oddly invigorating. She hadn’t known if she would feel ashamed, excited or nothing at the moment, but to her, she saw that she had power. Suddenly, the sweet, innocent girl who swore she would save herself for good men realized she had a filthy, dirty, naughty streak in her. She still wanted Roxanne to dictate this first round, so she could see how sex would be— would she get off? Would it be painful? How would it go?— but she suddenly had a voracious appetite to get a little wild and a little freaky. Roxanne then went down to her pussy, and Destinee let out soft cries as her face neared. Though this was her first time, Destinee was also pretty certain Roxanne had mastered the art of slow-paced sex, of the tease, to make the actual sex that much better. Roxanne then ran two fingers over the outline of her clit, and Destinee gasped, begging her to get her face down there. Finally, she couldn’t wait any longer. “Fucking suck that pussy!” ### How hot is that cunnilingus action— and everything beyond— going to get? Make sure you purchase First Time Lesbian: A Professor’s Proposal on Amazon to find out! Sneak Peek: Naked in Nature
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