The first time that I was with a woman, all we did was kiss once. We were at a slumber party. and there were 6 other girls there my age and then the host of the party's sister. My parents were kinda on the strict side and did not let me date until late, whereas the other girls had already begun dating. Every girl there had a steady boyfriend except me. I had only kissed a couple of boys at the time, but nothing really good, or involved. I said something like it's been a long time, and I must have be doing something wrong.
With that the sister said “come here.” She kissed me, a little bit of tongue, but not much, and she told me “No. You are doing everything right.” Other than some weird looks, and a couple of gasps, we all giggled. I blushed, and it was over.
But for one reason or another, for weeks I could not get that girl out of my head. There was something different about it, something soft, something special, a spark. At night I would touch myself thinking about it, not knowing exactly why. Three weeks later, it happened. I was at the same girl’s house. Just the two of us, rather than the birthday slumber party...this was just a sleepover. Jen (the girl) and I were down stairs watching a movie, Cocktail. Something Rated-R, Tom Cruise, we were in heaven.
Amber (the sister) came down and joined us and to yell at Jen for not taking the trash out. When Jen did, Amber and I talked.
The kiss came up, and I told her how much I could not get it off my mind. She kissed me again. This time it lasted an eternity.
It broke upon footsteps creaking down the steps. Amber told Jen to grab another drink...and whispered into my ear, I'll be waiting for you when Jen goes to sleep.
That sleepover was absolute murder! Amber telling me she'd be waiting for me? What did she want to do? How would I get up there without waking Jen? Even harder, how did you get Jen to go to sleep? I am sure that you remember the old sleep over tradition of not going to bed until the wee hours of the morning if at all. And to boot, all the ice cream, all the soda, the caffeine, the sugar. This was killing me.
After the movie, we had a little bit of girl talk. I admitted to her that I played with myself on average once a day (leaving out that I thought about her sister). She admitted that she had already let her boyfriend finger her, and she was thinking long and hard about sucking his cock.
All of this went in one ear and out the other for me. I was so not interested in her, but more wondering if Amber was still awake upstairs. My sense of boredom must have shown through. Jen told me that I looked tired, and that she was a little too.
She suggested that we both roll out our sleeping bags, and hit the hay. This was music to my ears.
My only saving grace this evening was the one thing I complained to myself about for years. No bathroom downstairs. If I was caught by her going upstairs, that could be my excuse. After a while of pretending to be asleep and checking to see if Jen was asleep, I decided it was time to walk upstairs.
I got up, and lightly, but not obviously lightly walked up the steps (skipping the two creaky steps however). I went up one more flight of steps, took a right, and tapped on the door. With the tap, I could hear Amber breathing heavy. I knew I was in for something a little different.
I walked in, she was standing there, and said "I've been waiting for you. I am so glad you came up." With that, our lips locked. Her tongue curled through mine, and like it was just supposed to be there, her hand reached out and touched my breast. This was not the first time I was felt up, yet the first time I allowed it to continue.
With her hand on my breast, I had no choice but to touch hers. She was a little bit bigger than me all over, and the extra tiny bit of chunkiness added to her breasts four fold. They were gorgeous. I never found out her size, but knowing what I know now, I would say a full C.
Anyway, the minute my hand touched her, she arched her back with a huge sigh, inadvertently moving my mouth to her neck. I did not back down. As I kissed her neck, I heard her say to me, "God I want you." Nothing in my life had ever made me more moist. To this day, only one other thing said to me makes me wetter.
As my other hand made its way up her body, she grabbed me by the head, and her lips attacked mine. Moans followed....
Then out of no where, she pulled off her night shirt exposing herself fully to me. As for me, I couldn't have dreamed where this night would take me, I was still wearing flannel schoolgirl PJs. As she pulled me back in, and kissed me again, I could feel her feeling for the buttons on my shirt. As we continued to stand there, almost in the same spot as we started, she asked "may I?"
