My first time with a girl was also my first time ever, so I was pretty nervous. Her name was Alli. We had met at a women's studies class (typical lesbian romance clichΓ©) and became study partners, though we rarely did much studying. It started out innocent enough, just holding hands and quick pecks on the cheek. Those turned into quick pecks on the mouth, which turned into longer kisses, and somehow, we wound up making out in our bras and skinny jeans. That was our second date. I'd masturbated thinking about her once or twice before we actually started dating. I told her when we met that I had never dated a girl before and had only come out just before leaving for college. We agreed to take things slowly. One night about a month into our relationship, we agreed she'd come to my dorm to study. It was easier that way because I had a single room, whereas she had a roommate.
We took our books out mainly as a formality, and we began kissing immediately after. Her lips were supple and full. She smelled like leather and tasted like caramel. She moved her lips away from mine and started kissing my neck. Lately, my neck had been a red, splotchy mess, filled with reminders of her work. As she sucked and licked and bit, I undid the buttons on her shirt, revealing that she hadn't worn a bra. I peeled the blouse off her shoulders, and she smiled into my neck, only tearing herself away so that she could take off my shirt. She kissed my cleavage as her hands worked the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts for the world to see. For her to see. She moved her lips to my left nipple, sucking it with passion, before coming back up to kiss my lips again.
She had one hand fisted in my hair and the other steadily making its way down my back, around my waist, and into the front of my jeans. She pressed her fingers against my panties and rubbed me through the nylon fabric. I moaned into her mouth and held her head closer. She broke away and whispered heavily, "want to move to the bed?" Oh my god, were we still on the couch? I thrust my pelvis into her hand and debated whether moving was worth losing the blessed feeling of her body right now. She chuckled and removed her hand, apparently taking my actions to mean yes. She continued to kiss me as we moved the short distance from my couch to my bed and somehow managed to free me of my jeans in the process. She threw me onto the bed with a giggle and looked me right in the eye as she danced out of her own pants.
Oh, god, she was beautiful. I'm touching myself again now just remembering. She stood there in her panties and towered over me, looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. I wanted her. I wanted to have her. I wanted her to use me and take me and own me with her body. I needed her to touch me.