First time (lesbian)

I was in my bed alone last night, thinking about you. It was so long ago, and yet it seemed only a few months ago. The feelings of you lying next to me, for me, behind me, on top of me, all seem so vivid. How did it all start? As I remember, it was my job… You’d stayed and since there was only one bed, you’d slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. I don’t know what started me, just friendly comfort, I guess, but I started robbing your back, feeling the shape of you by the side of your night shirt. You moved slowly under my touch, enjoying the sensitive feelings of being rubbed. Once in a while, I pushed my fingers a little further around your waist and I felt the sidewalk of your stomach. You obviously couldn’t decide if you wanted me to go on like that while you were quiet and even moved from me. I kept quiet, gently, and you graduated and relaxed, and let me rub you. My touch now, I started tracking a line in your leg, felt the change of satin to flesh and my heart skipped. My underwear came between my teeth, I started the trip back in your leg, gave you room to put your shoulder on the bed, so you were looking at me on an elbow. I leaned forward and kissed your lips so softly and you didn’t blink. Your lips were damp. At first, you didn’t respond, except to be passive there, but very graduated, like I kissed gently, you started kissing me back, getting your lips a little divorce to let me explore with my tongue. I didn’t want to break the spell we made, didn’t scare you to pull back from me, so I returned to rub your abdomen through the satin of your shirt, raise my hand to feel the outside of your heavy tits. You have the most beautiful body, very slimy with big boobs where I could have buried my face and drowned, with the greatest pleasure. You started moving under my hand again, enjoying the sensations in you. I felt the outline of your nipples, honor, now, and when I moved from one to another, a line around them, you gave a little moan of pleasure. I kissed you again, this time with more definition, and there was no doubt about your reaction right now. You enjoyed yourself, me, and you kissed me back, your tongue that tried my mouth, tasted me, our tongues looked after each other.

I broke out and nested my head in your shoulder, your stitching. I had to gather myself, calm down from the turmoils that got pissed in my head and body. This was the first sexual experience we’d ever had with another person. I knew you were as excited as I was, but it seemed wrong to move on right now. It had to be something we both wanted, not just something that was behaved by the sexual excitement of the moment. We kept each other the longest time, none of us wanted to talk, not really know what to say to each other. Eventually, I held your hand. You okay? I asked.

I liked that.

Did you… You want to keep going? My heart started beating faster.

I think so… What did you have in mind?

I tore my shoulders apart, I had no idea, except to explore and enjoy. The experience was, so far, the most exciting of my life, and I wanted to catch the feeling and experience it forever. I was back at your side, staring in your brown eyes. It was like I had permission to plunder the candy pot and I didn’t know where to start! I explained my hand to rob you again, and I started to untie the buttons, knowing what I’d find, I’d seen you naked, but now it was different. I shared the dust to reveal you in your beautiful glory. My breath takes, you’re so beautiful to me. I tracked my fingers in your stomach this time without dust to influence the delicious sensations on my fingertips. Again, you were submissive, which allowed me to explore your body, to drink you with my eyes, to feel your heat with my fingers. I leaned in to take one of your nipples in my mouth, felt it grow and harden my mouth, reacted to the soft nibben, my tongue turned around. I was breathless with excitement and my hand traveled through your body, to your legs, robbed the outside and then inside, she rubbed softly to encourage them. You reacted as I hoped, sharing them enough to rob to the top, to that beautiful mountain of dark hair, and you couldn’t help giving a low moan, but I haven’t visited that most private part of you, even though my body was on you. I realized the expectation was so important and my hand floated over your stomach, barely touched you. Your skin was pinched in small bumps and I knew you weren’t cold, but excited and expected my next move. Once again, my hand walked down, to the top of your place, and then around, the hairs were soft when I went. Your legs moved on, an invitation to explore. I was sensitive to this and I touched your inner thigh again and sent little rills through your body while I traced a path upstairs. I reached the edge of your pussy and cut my fingers forward, robbed your shoulder with my other hand while I felt you gasping. I was surprised by the heat and wetness I found… Not just warm, but hot, excited, swollen with desire. What a pleasure, a joy to feel under my hands, to hear your breath come into small excitement, unknown to then. I’m moving to the bed so I can see you better, my free hand on your stomach and my fingers are slowly inside, feeling your muscles are constrict. My heart beats so fast and I can barely breathe. I feel my wetness and rubing my own sex while I explore yours. With my thumb, I’ll brush over your clitoris, make you jump a little bit. I’ll connect some of your juices the rest of my fingers. So I can rub you, and if I touch your clit again, you’ll give a louder moan of satisfaction. I’m fine this time, my thumb slides over your clit, moves it back and forth, feels the button of pleasure while I cut my fingers a little deeper. Your clitoris is so frightened that it takes little time and effort to move your body against my hands. Of course I’m aware of the geography of you - I’ve known myself a lot, and I know, which is probably to please you, the tempo and pressure requires to please you and it’s great to do this. I’m moving again so I can kneel between your legs, a hand on each leg, put them up so they can get to your pussy. With my hands on your hill, I’ll slide my thumbs up, split your lips that they can come in, and you’ll cut a little bit. You’re moaning louder now, pushing your iPs towards me, lifting you a little bit off the bed. I’m dipping my head to kiss you, to take your clitoris between my lips and play. I’m pressing the flat with my tongue, pushing the nerve endings I know are so alive. While I’m licking you, I’m moving my thumbs, stretching you out a little bit, and I can feel you’re near your climax, your inner muscles that jump me, your back muscles, pushing on my face. I’m licking a little faster, push a little deeper, and I feel you’re breathing deeply. Suddenly, your thighs clambled around my ears, your back bent, I’m gonna lose you for a moment, and if you relax, you’re gonna feel soft, you’re soft, you knowing what you’re feeling, and I like it. I’m gonna slide my thumbs off you and sit up straight, rob your wet with my fingers before you get into bed. to keep you in my arms and kiss you. Like I said at first, it was a long time ago… Half a life… But it seems so recent. The memory has the power of almost as exciting as it does, and last night, I went to sleep a lucky woman.