As I lay there in Emma's bed, a disheveled but satisfied mess, I began to think back over my past and to wonder if, in reality, it was all just leading to this inevitable happening...
Raised as an only child to an alcoholic single mother I didn't really have the best start. I would always hide behind humour and geekiness. The geek boys at school loved me, mostly because I was a girl who would talk to them. I was a pretty-ish teenager, although several bouts of acne plagued all of my school photos, but I was never troubled by the good looking or popular boys.
My first boyfriend had been Henry. He was a fun guy with a great mop of mad brown hair, freckles and a cute smile. He was tall and slim, a pattern that would follow in all of my partners. He was also my first kiss.
Henry didn't last long and in my final year of high school I was actually asked out by Gareth. Gareth was a truly handsome boy. He was blonde haired, blue eyed and all of the girls liked him. So when he asked me out it was a big surprise. I had pretty much fully formed my physique by then and I guess Gareth likes big bums. He was a fun boyfriend and several dates ended in kissing and fondling. I even gave him a handjob in his bedroom one time. He didn't last long as I soon found out he was also dating about 4 other girls. But it was fun while it lasted.
College soon followed at 16 and I loved it there. That's where my personality really formed. I was always going to be a slightly more submissive character, but I was fun, funny and I guess a bit of an indie chick.
In my second year of college I met Luke. Luke was a music technology student and I think I genuinely loved him. We started going out after my friend Zoe hooked us up. He was wonderful. Tall, strong, tattoos. He was also my first. He has my V card. Luke wasn't particularly noteworthy in the trouser department. He made me feel so beautiful and sexy and cared for though that the sex was actually pretty wonderful, even for my first time. We were together almost a year but sadly different universities meant that it was doomed to end.
That's when I headed off to Manchester. Oh Manchester. What fun and debt university brings. I studied Business and Economics. There was a lot of work and I really through myself into it. My mother had passed away that summer and so uni work was a great outlet. It was here that I met Sian. Sian was a gorgeous, Welsh, red headed princess. She was stunning. I'd never really thought about being with a girl before but Sian made my tummy flutter and my pussy shudder.
I remember the first night I kissed her very well. It was a house party, great music, loads of drinks and narcotics floating around. I didn't do either, seeing your mother die from abuse of substances and alcohol kind of has that effect. The added bonus being I could always remember everything.
We were dancing together to a good little set by our friend JJ. He was spinning some slick house beats when she just grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss. For a moment I had been shocked but I was soon really into it and we were snogging right there in the living/dance floor. Cheered on by some of the guys we ground up against each other and I felt the warmth of her pale, slim body against me. I was hot and wet. I had never been that turned on before.
The night carried on and I was never far from Sian. I wasn't sure what I actually wanted but I knew that if she asked me back to hers I was going. Sadly though she passed out at about 1:30am on the bed of some other girl who lived at the house. And I decided to just head home.
The next day I got a text from her: Cant stop thinking about you Jess, I think you're stunning and I'd love to go for a drink just us xxx. Attached was a photo of her in the sexiest lingerie. I was in! Sian and I met up later that evening. We talked and laughed and touched. She was incredible so intelligent and sexy. I wanted to kiss her every time she said something interesting which meant I wanted to kiss her all the time.
We sat and talked for hours before she asked me back to her flat. I couldn't refuse. Moments after entering we were undressing and kissing each other so passionately. This was raw, sexual emotion. We found our naked bodies a tangled mess on her bed in no time.
She was beautiful. Skin pale and soft like silk. Dotted with freckles. Her breasts were perfect, round, pert and capped by two gorgeous pink nipples. Her bum was so grab-able and her pussy was completely bald. We tangled our limbs together and kissed for what felt like an age. I was loving this. I had never even considered my sexuality but it was clear that women, well at least this one, did more for me.
Soon Sian untangled herself and kissed down my body. She planted herself between my thighs and I was treated to a wonderful session of oral sex. She just knew how to get me going and I was gripping the sheets in no time. I came in her mouth and was delighted by her approving moan.
Then came my turn. I attempted to replicate her moves and succeeded (mostly). Sucking her clit gently between my lips and using my fingers to penetrate her I found I was clearly gifted. In the end I was merely using my tongue to make her orgasm, a skill which I had just made use of this very evening.
I drifted off to sleep recalling the beginnings oh my sexual history in the bed of my new lover.
