Nicki's First Girl
If you read my first chapter, Nicki Deflowered, you'll recall that my first ever lover, John, had promised to introduce me to Jacki. He wanted me to learn about girl-girl sex. Read on!
The text arrived a couple of days later. Jacki introduced herself and gave a brief description of herself and her interests, and I replied in kind. We swapped emails and pictures, and arranged to meet a week or so later at a bar near the town centre. I put a lot of thought into my dress and general presentation for our meeting, it was going to be a real first for me. I finally settled for a cream coloured dress, buttoned down the front and hemmed about half way down my thighs. My make up would be discrete, and there would be just enough cleavage on show to attract attention.
I climbed out of the taxi having touched up my make up, made sure my dress was not crumpled, and walked to the door of the pub. I tried to look sophisticated and confident but inside my belly was churning - I was about to meet, and probably make love with, the only lesbian I had ever known.
As the door swung shut behind me I spotted her, sitting alone at the bar. She stood up as I approached, and kissed my cheek.
"What's your poison?"
Calm, sophisticated. I wished I was.
"I'm on Daiquiri. Try it"
The bar tender loaded the mixer, shook it and poured my drink.
"It's delicious"
"So are you. John warned me, but you are even lovelier than I'd expected."
She was wearing a loose leather jacket, white top showing her boobs and cleavage to perfection, and tight white shorts which did wonders for the delicious curves of her arse. Both were tailored in white leather, cut to show off her perfectly tanned midriff, and she wore knee length boots Jack Sparrow would have been proud of. She was fairly tall, maybe five foot eight, her hair close cut on one side and gathered up on the other, jet black with a flame red streak, and she had a beautiful rather than pretty face. A couple of tattoos were on show as were a couple of body piercings, and as I was to discover later she had a few more in some quite interesting places. I have to say I was impressed.
We chatted for an hour or so, small talk at first then touched on sexual issues.
She told me a bit about her life, how she had given her virginity to her personal trainer on her eighteenth birthday. He had a flat in the same complex as the gym she used, and invited her back to celebrate after her morning workout. She already fancied him to bits so she accepted immediately, expecting cold orange juice not the white wine he treated her to and especially not the rampant sex they enjoyed together all day and almost every day until college term ended a month or so later. He obviously taught her a lot, not least that sex is there to be enjoyed not get hung up about.
Leaving college she joined a holiday company as hostess at a small French seaside resort. After a few weeks she had the routine of the job sorted, which gave her plenty of time to herself. She found a small secluded beach where she could get an all over sun tan and of course she had her own chalet. She could happily use either or both to satisfy her rapidly developing sexual curiosity.
A first she concentrated on boys. She would check through the incoming guest list looking for likely talent. Having eliminating guys obviously with partners and the groups who were there to get pissed there would normally be at least one or two to choose from, and it was then a simple matter to get them to bed.
However she soon began to realise that this was far from satisfying. With a few very notable exceptions sex consisted of a bit of inexpert groping, a tumble into bed, almost always with him on top, a few grunts as he came, maybe a fart or two and he would be happily snoring while she was left to finish herself off as best she could.
About halfway through the season a rather attractive woman guest arrived on a solo holiday. Jacki helped her settle in and they got chatting. To cut a long story short, a couple of days later Jacki showed her to the private beach, and they spent the rest of the afternoon fucking. She had been introduced to girl-girl sex, and thoroughly enjoyed it. They now spent most of their time together, either naked on the beach or in the chalet which they now shared.
She was shown so much she had never imagined. Different ways to pleasure another woman, the sensitive spots on her own body, that a woman can have multiple, or even a continuous, orgasm, various sex toys and how to use them. By the time Kate left for home Jacki was quite an expert. It was time to change her tactics.
Now she was scouring the list for likely girls. She was surprised to find that it was quite easy to get a girl to her beach, especially if she offered a picnic with a bottle of wine, with the promise of sunbathing without the attentions of leering men. From then it was just a matter of time before they were both getting an all over suntan, skinny dipping and generally having girly fun. It was inevitable that they would end up fucking, if not on the first day then very soon after.
Even nubile young daughters with their families were fair game. She would check from her passport details that the girl was pretty (of course) and of legal age, then befriend the family. Fathers are easy. A little flattery from an attractive girl and their minds are like putty. Mothers are more cautious, but a promise to take personal care of their little darling while mum & dad enjoy their own holiday usually did the trick. And of course she did take personal care of their little darling, fucking her senseless while they sunned themselves by the pool.
Once or twice she even took the father. A good looking guy, late thirties maybe early forties, loads of experience? Mmmm. Tasty. Gave him something to remember from his holiday.
Coming back to the UK at the end of the season she was promoted to research manager, tasked to check details of potential new holiday locations. This was where she came across John's little project, and joined the Troupe both taking part in the filming but also finding new locations. And in particular developing new talent, in this case me.
"I doubt if you know too much about the gay scene."
"Nothing at all"
"No problem. We'll have another drink here then I'll take you to my favourite club. Don't be nervous, you'll enjoy it." She gave my hand a reassuring kiss. I felt I could trust her and relaxed, just a bit.
The taxi dropped us off outside an unpretentious building with smoked glass doors. The doorman greeted Jacki by name and ushered us in. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I could see a large room with a central stage surrounded by booths but no bar. We were greeted by a very pretty girl in uniform who showed us to our table and took our order. I sat down and Jacki joined me on the small, intimate even, sofa. I looked around to find that the audience was made up of couples and small groups, mainly girls with just a few boys. Girls with girls, boys with boys. Arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder.
As our drinks and small eats were delivered at our table the house lights were dimmed and the stage floodlit. Two girls danced on, scantily clad and very pretty, and started their routine. The jokes were mainly at the expense of straight men, and they had the whole place howling with laughter. When they thought they had had finished they were called back for two encores. As the spotlights dimmed the stage became a dance floor, mainly girls dancing together but occasionally boys. The dancing became quite intimate, people grinding into each other. Jacki stood up and drew me to my feet. I was about to have my first meaningful dance with another woman, and in public. I was very nervous, but at the same time aroused.
