Harriet's First Time with a Girl

A few hours ago, Harriet was sure she was straight. She'd been invited over to a mate's party, and they'd played drinking games for a few hours. During a round of "Never Have I Ever," Harriet mentioned she'd never kissed a girl before and was soon dared to kiss a lovely blonde called Claire who also hadn't. They shared an awkward kiss briefly, everyone cheered, and the evening moved on.

Only it hadn't. Claire kept catching Harriet's eye. They kept picking each other when they had to give out drinks. When people left and places got rearranged, they kept sitting next to each other.

Then the dancing started. Harriet had lost track of Claire (not that she admitted she was looking for her) and bumped into her on the dance floor. Claire's butt brushed against Harriet's, so Harriet cheekily butt-bumped her back. Then again for luck. They both smiled, giggled, and moved on.

Claire left the dance floor to take a phone call, and when it finished, Harriet went over to chat. Harriet found Claire funny as they chatted about how silly it was they kissed, how they were both straight, how they were both single, about how they had touched butts, about how they were both straight again. What their perfect date was as they both enjoyed walks on the beach. Perfectly normal stuff.

But they couldn't hear each other at the party. After all, why would they keep telling each other they were straight? So they should leave to chat more. Oh, there's a beach just down the road, they could take a walk along that. Oh, and it was cold, maybe they could hold hands?

Harriet couldn't deny it now. She was holding hands with Claire and kept giggling like a schoolgirl and certainly wasn't trying to glance at her cleavage. Why hadn't she realized how wonderful boobs were before today? It was just a coincidence, right? Not just Claire's perfect pair of round perky tits that had her eye? Right?

After a while, they got tired and sat on a bench. Claire was cold, so Harriet suggested that like all good new friends, they could hug. Claire sat on Harriet's lap, facing her, arms around each other. Warm now. So warm. So nice, so comforting. So soft.

They laughed about their kiss again. How brief it was. Perhaps they should try it again, just in case they had to do it again. Make it less awkward. They tried once and both pulled away giggling quickly. So it didn't count, and they tried again, holding the embrace. Once more for luck, tongues running against each other, tits pushed against each other.

They both were red-faced afterward. Harriet couldn't believe what she'd done. She was so aroused but didn't know what to say. Claire was the same. Eventually, Harriet muttered something about how she'd promised not to go home with any guys from the party. Claire said her place was around the corner, Harriet could come to hers so Claire could 'protect her from any guys trying to take her home.' Harriet accepted almost before Claire finished speaking.

They held hands again, and Claire slowly moved Harriet's onto her chest. Under her shirt. Under her skirt. All the time, Claire looked at Harriet to see how she reacted, Harriet smiling and never pulling her hand away. Under her panties. Towards her...

Harriet had never been so annoyed when Claire told her they had arrived and opened the door to her flat and let her in. Claire went and got a drink for them both, they cheered each other and had some wine, then finally chatted.

Both of them were nervous, neither had expected anything like this. Neither had kissed a girl or expected to want to. Harriet finally was the one to sort of address it, admitting she wanted to see what else they hadn't tried together. They talked around the issue for a bit before Harriet said it.

She wanted to kiss a girl, she wanted to kiss Claire.

Harriet was red-faced, unable to make eye contact as she said it. Claire, red-faced, told her she felt the same. Both expressed a desire to touch each other. But they were nervous, unsure if they were going to like it.

They agreed to undress, Harriet went first, slowly taking her dress off then her bra. Looking into Claire's eyes as they stared in wonder at Harriet. Harriet took her panties off and Claire's eyes were like saucers, looking in awe.

Claire's turn was next, and Harriet found herself staring back. Claire was almost ripping her clothes off in excitement. Harriet found herself drawn to Claire's tits, her shaved pussy, and her butt, oh, it was the cutest butt she'd ever seen.

They kissed again. Naked, arms wrapped around each other. No pretense of anything else, just the enjoyment of the kiss. Arms feeling each other's backs, and before long, each other's butts. Both were moaning, Harriet like she never had before in joy.

Harriet started to kiss Claire's neck, slow deliberate kisses that went down her neck to Claire's chest and to her breasts. Pausing to look up at Claire, who nodded excitedly before touching them. Harriet lost her composure here, kissing once before giggling in excited delight and rushing back to kiss them over and again in a frenzy before slowing down and kissing down Claire's chest.

It took one kiss on Claire's clit to ask her to stop. Harriet paused, worried she had gone too far before Claire kissed Harriet passionately and whispered that whatever Harriet wanted to do to her, regardless of what it was, she would try. Harriet almost melted into Claire's arms at this. Harriet admitted her excitement but said she had no idea what to do. Claire said she didn't either but trusted Harriet. They kissed again, like there was no tomorrow.

Harriet giggled again when they stopped, admitting how much she was loving this and how nervous she still was. She giggled about how much she loved Claire's body, her breasts, her pussy, her cute little butt that was driving her wild. Claire bit her lip and asked Harriet to wait before standing up, giving her butt a wiggle in Harriet's face and dashing off, Harriet watching jaw-dropped as Claire left.

Claire didn't take long and came back with a toy she was unwrapping with haste - a cute little pink butt plug with a heart on it. She explained she'd never worn one before - she was too nervous, but today was about trying new things and if Harriet found her butt cute she'd try it for her. Harriet tried to remain calm, but the smile on her face clearly gave her away despite the "Yeah, ok, if you want to you can" whisper as she tried to keep her excitement down.

Claire put herself on all fours and Harriet was convinced this was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen as she looked over Claire's most private areas. Both girls were giggling constantly, and Claire asked for a kiss 'for luck,' with Harriet obliging eagerly. Harriet watched as Claire put the plug against her own hole and slowly pushed, grimacing as she did. The plug didn't look big to Harriet, but Claire's ass was so tight and perfect, and Claire had to rotate and push the plug, taking several short, sharp, collected breaths and groaning as she pushed it in. When it was in, Harriet heard Claire moan out, and Harriet gave the heart on the end of the plug a kiss, causing yet more giggling from them both.

Claire whispered that she wanted to lick Harriet's pussy. Harriet said she wanted to lick Claire's. They both debated who should lick who first before Harriet suggested they 69 each other and both felt a bit silly for not thinking of it before.

Claire lay down on the ground - every now and again, Harriet saw a little wince from her as the plug made its presence known before Harriet slowly lowered herself onto Claire's body - face over Claire's pussy. Harriet felt Claire's tongue start to lick her pussy and felt pure joy at its touch. Harriet returned the favor, slowly initially, but upon tasting Claire's sweet pussy, eagerly speeding up with her tongue as the air was filled with the sounds of both girls moaning out over and over.

Claire started gripping Harriet's ass harder and harder as they both licked, a sensation Harriet found more arousing than she thought possible. It was like her entire sexual world was changing before her. Claire soon shouted she was going to cum, and Harriet didn't slow down for a second. A day before, the idea of kissing a girl was silly, of touching her impossible, and licking her pussy revolting, and now all she wanted to do was for Claire to cum over her tongue.

It didn't take long. Harriet felt Claire's legs tighten around her before she exploded. Claire's legs thrashed around, she screamed out in joy and pleasure and rocked around, Harriet's tongue relentlessly stuck to her pussy. Eventually, Claire's body stopped tensing up and relaxed back, and Harriet switched to kissing Claire's soaked pussy softly. She gave Claire's plug a little push, causing a gasp of surprise.

Both girls were tired and needed a break. They got up, got as far as the sofa they were next to, and collapsed down together, entwined in each other's arms. They made eye contact and started giggling, still shocked at themselves and laughing at the madness of it. It was like a dream that they would wake up from, surely? If it was, they both agreed they wanted to see how far it went.

Claire insisted Harriet was to orgasm next and got on her knees in front of her. Harriet briefly resisted, she knew she took hours to orgasm, but Claire kept on insisting over and again. Giggling briefly before going to work licking Harriets clit. After a second to adjust she looked up into Harriets eyes and didn't break contact. Already aroused, Harriet found herself screaming pleasure almost insanstly. She put her hands on Claires head, holding it firm and after what felt like no time at all had the most powerful orgasm of her life, followed by a second shortly after.

After a second to adjust, she looked up into Harriet's eyes and didn't break contact. Already aroused, Harriet found herself screaming in pleasure almost instantly. She put her hands on Claire's head, holding it firm, and after what felt like no time at all, had the most powerful orgasm of her life, followed by a second shortly after.

When Harriet regained some control of her body, she looked down to see Claire's face wet with her juices. Claire moved in for a kiss, and Harriet slightly recoiled, worried about tasting her own juices. A second later, Harriet moved in to the slightly confused Claire and kissed her, running her tongue across Claire's, tasting her pussy. She was slightly revolted by the idea, but it was the most arousing thing she'd ever done and went back to kiss Claire again.

They giggled together, and Harriet asked if she could take a picture of them both to commemorate the occasion, just their faces. Claire nodded and snuggled up to Harriet, ass on Harriet's lap as Harriet took a selfie of them both, Claire's face still dripping, both of them beaming in delight. Harriet tried her luck taking a second, trying to sneakily 'accidentally' lower the angle and get Claire's tits in the shot. Claire noticed, giggled, took the selfie with her tits in the shot and both faces, then took another of just her tits.

Harriet started to ask Claire about the plug. Claire explained it was a bit of a challenge but enjoyable. Harriet kept asking silly questions--until Claire caught on that Harriet was interested in trying as well. Even Harriet wasn't aware of this until Claire asked if she was and there was a long pause when asked. In the end, Harriet agreed perhaps Claire could try another toy and Harriet would also try. Try a smaller one, of course.

There was a problem, of course--they didn't own any. Claire suggested she could pop to the local store and get some. Harriet agreed, and Claire disappeared off, pausing only to put the briefest hint of clothes on and running out the door. Back almost instantly, she showed off a bulging bag of sex toys to try.

It was a bag of wonder. Harriet was amazed at it all, taking a look at all of them, but she couldn't imagine any fitting in her butt. Claire found the smallest plug, with a heart on the same as hers, and suggested if Harriet tried this one, she would try a dildo. Harriet agreed, keen to try but too nervous to suggest. Harriet went first. Bending over, parting her legs, almost trembling as she reached back and put the tip of the plug against her tight virgin asshole. She pushed half-heartedly to no effect before declaring her ass was too tight.

Claire giggled, nodding in agreement and suggesting she went next to see if that helped. Harriet agreed, giving Claire's ass a cheeky slap as she bent over. Claire giggled, wiggled her ass appreciatively, and Harriet slapped it again much firmer. Claire gave Harriet a naughty wink, thanked her, before taking her plug out and bending over.

Harriet could have watched Claire's cute little ass for an eternity; seeing her play with it was beyond divine. She watched, transfixed, as Claire slowly pushed the dildo against her tightest hole. Claire was slow, grimacing often but kept moving the dildo in, moaning and groaning in equal measure, and both girls were beyond aroused.

Giggling, the two girls embraced, Claire massaging Harriet's ass. Claire asked if Harriet still wanted to try her plug. Harriet bit her lip. She wanted to try but was nervous. Claire asked if she'd try one more time, for her. Harriet agreed--she would do anything for her right now.

Harriet got back on all fours and picked the plug up. How could it look so cute and small and feel so massive and tough? She reached back and put it against her asshole. She pushed briefly before stopping and giggling, looking at Claire's look of awe. Trying a second time, she stopped again, feeling it start to push. Harriet gave Claire a kiss, stalling, before Claire gave a knowing glance at the plug. Harriet started to make some excuses, claiming her plug was much better than Claire's (even though they both knew they were identical) and much better than the dildo Claire used (it wasn't).

Claire nodded along, kept agreeing with everything, that her butt had it so much easier than Harriet's until Harriet ran out of excuses. Harriet relaxed back and tried the plug again. Again, she felt the pressure rise on her asshole and grabbed Claire's hand. Claire squeezed it, kissed Harriet, and Harriet pushed the plug in--shouting, screaming, and groaning as she did.

God, it felt good in. It wasn't easy, dear lord it wasn't easy on her ass, but it was good. Claire giggled and went to get her plug and put it in, without half as much noise and effort as Harriet had, not that Harriet would admit that--she couldn't admit aloud that Claire's ass was better at anal than hers and Claire seemed content to play along.

Claire suggested they take another photo--on Harriet's phone to celebrate another first. The two girls got on all fours facing away from the camera, pushed their butts up high together with their matching heart-shaped plugs on full display.

It was the best date she had ever had.