It's rather difficult to write a story while one's pussy is being licked. I've tried to start this several different ways in the past few minutes, but Jennifer is too good at what she does. It's really hard to concentrate with her between my legs. We tried different angles in the open with the chair and the laptop, but nothing really worked until she finally crawled completely under the desk, reminding me of more than a few clichés. She doesn't care, though, because she's getting what she wants. She's a... wow, that little move with her tongue felt really good... excuse me... I guess you could say that she's an addict. She's addicted to licking pussy.
She wasn't always that way, and I wasn't always so casual and jaded about sex. That's what this story is about, really. We both used to be nice, normal girls - or as normal as girls are these days. We changed because of certain events that transpired between myself, Jennifer, and a third girl, Rebecca, certain events that I want to write down, to share, understand, and vindicate myself in some way. To be honest, it also turns me on to share my experiences with strangers, something the old me would have been terrified of doing.
It all started because of the old me, really. My first sexual experience with girls was a drunken threesome with a best friend and a random girl from a bar. It was totally unplanned and unexpected, and didn't go very well. I was too afraid and embarrassed during the experience to really have fun or participate, and I was totally unprepared for my best friend's confession of love for me afterwards. I was straight as an arrow in every way, prude, and fearful back then. I fucked everything up, of course, and lost my best friend.
It goes without saying that I was feeling a lot of conflicting emotions after that. I'm really not sure what major force drove me to doing what I did, but it was probably curiosity more than anything. A whole range of new and crazy thoughts had been opened up to me, and I wanted to understand what had happened. So, I started posting on certain anonymous internet sites looking for a threesome with two other women, in an attempt to recreate my first experience. Cut through ten months of unwanted and often disgusting e-mails from gross old men, until I finally get an e-mail from two female friends that are looking to have their first time with girls together. As you might guess, cue Jennifer and Rebecca.
That was only six months ago. Jennifer looks pretty much the same. Between my sweaty naked legs, she looks up at me and smiles knowingly for a moment before pressing her lips back against my sex. She knows what I'm writing, because we had this idea together, for me to write down our story for strangers while she eats me out. In her words, the idea 'tickles her.' Her sky blue eyes seem slightly glazed over right now - she gets that way, lost in her own little world, when she's getting her 'hit' of pussy. Her long blonde hair isn't matted or sweaty yet, but it will be. She gets really into licking and sucking.
I take a moment to reach down and have her slide her shirt off. I like to know her large breasts are hanging out while she licks me, even if I can't really see them from this angle. It's something about her soft, exposed skin, really, especially on her bare shoulders. I find it very attractive. I find quite a few things attractive about girls, despite still considering myself straight. Girls are beautiful and sex with a girl is fun, I don't deny it, but I'd never date one. No reason in particular - or, actually, I think it's because the new me likes the idea of having a beautiful source of casual sex with no strings attached. Jennifer certainly understands that. I tell her what I just wrote about her, and she laughs briefly from between my legs.
Rebecca looks much different from both of us. Rebecca's one of those rare true redheads. She's skinny, tall, and gorgeous. I always think of her breasts as 'tits,' for some reason, probably because they're a little smaller than Jennifer's, and much perkier. They match her personality - that is, extremely energetic, over-the-top sexual, and always seeking attention. As you might guess, she was the real driving force behind what happened between us three.
We met for the first time at a bar that doubled as a restaurant. I was initially incredibly nervous, meeting the two of them for the first time having already exchanged several e-mails about possibly having sex. I had to keep reminding myself that the two of them hadn't done anything with girls yet, and I had once - small comfort as that was. Once the food came, and we all drank a few beers, I actually started to relax. They were just two normal girls with a curious interest in lesbian sex, just like me. Jennifer and Rebecca had been friends for awhile, and their comfortable vibe rubbed off on me. We got along pretty well, which led to us getting along pretty drunk - drunk enough to grab a cab back to my apartment, which was the closest out of the three.
We were all pretty tipsy when we finally got into my apartment. I got each of us a beer, and we moved to the bed... to watch television. The three of us sat on my bed with our backs to the wall, watching Family Guy. No kidding. It felt like a good date that goes bad when your date suddenly makes you watch a cheesy science fiction movie halfway through the night. I hated things being de-railed like that, because we had been having so much fun before. I suppose none of us wanted to be the first to say something, or bring up the fact that we had all met specifically to have sex.
As I sat there, back against the wall, sitting nervously next to two beautiful and fun girls, I kept thinking about the fact that it shouldn't be awkward like this because we all knew why we were there. We'd even talked about it, how we wanted it to start, what we wanted to do... in those e-mails it had seemed so comfortable, so easy. I kept thinking, also, about my first time with my best friend, and how badly I screwed it up by being too afraid. If I didn't do this right, and get the full experience, I might never have the courage to do this again. So, I did the hardest thing in the world that I've ever done.
I was on the end, and Jennifer was in the middle, with Rebecca on her other side. I turned to Jennifer and said, 'Hey.' It was the best I could manage given my nervousness. She turned to me, her face really close, and said, 'Yeah?'... I was unable to say anything, so I put my hand on her leg. I swear that my arm was numb from nervousness. For a few moments, we simply stared at each other's mouths. I remember thinking that her lips were very attractive, and, after a second or two, I kissed her.
It was amazing, that first moment kissing her. It was my first purposeful kiss with another girl. Her lips were very different from a guy's, and very soft. I had kissed girls at parties before, or as a joke, but this was different. I could actually feel it and enjoy it without that 'limit' imposed by fear of being judged. I really, really liked it, and I kissed her like that for a long time.
That was when Rebecca's personality first started to show through. She was bored with just watching us, or jealous, or simply feeling mischievous; I'm not sure which. I opened my eyes a few times while kissing Jennifer and saw Rebecca watching the two of us with interest. Eventually, Rebecca decided to join us in a very unique way. She took my hand and put it on Jennifer's side, right near the bottom of her shirt. We hadn't moved our bodies much, so I got the idea, and started feeling Jennifer's back underneath her shirt while I kissed her. Her skin was really soft - again, much different from a guy's. I freaked out mentally for a moment when I touched the bottom of her bra strap, but my panic quickly turned into excitement as I realized what that would soon lead to.
And that was when Jennifer's personality first started to show through. She was extremely hesitant to do anything at all on her own. In fact, I started to worry that I was doing something wrong, because my unspoken attempts to up the passion of our kissing had met with a lot of resistance. Rebecca moved Jennifer's hand a few times onto my body, but, each time, that hand would freeze in place and refuse to move. Rebecca kept moving it with the same result, and, eventually, she sighed out of frustration. I couldn't help it; I laughed, and it caused both of them to laugh as well. I remember thinking that it felt very attractive to have a girl laughing an inch from my face and kissing me.
After that tension breaker, Jennifer was a little more handsy, and Rebecca took our beers away. I was glad, because the cold bottle had been freezing my hand and limiting my movement. I didn't want to stop kissing Jennifer to put it down for fear that we might never start again. Rebecca's guiding of our hands started reaching into interesting territory, and it all felt that much more fun because the three of us were experiencing it together. We had a strange kind of group trust and passion that really got me into it. Rebecca kept guiding our hands to places that we wouldn't have gone on our own; Jennifer, especially, might have never done anything at all without Rebecca making her. Rebecca even unhooked Jennifer's bra for me, allowing me to get my first good, long, feel of another girl's breasts.
It was definitely a surreal feeling, having Rebecca's hand on top of mine, guiding my hand under Jennifer's shirt and against her breast. I was initially surprised because feeling up a girl was interesting, yet not nearly as fun as guys seem to make it out to be. Her breasts were soft, warm, and inviting, but... strangely, it felt just like playing with my own breasts, but without the internal sensations. Her nipples were definitely different from mine, though, and I even felt them reacting to my touch while we kissed. It felt very intimate to have her body respond to me like that.
Rebecca had to take Jennifer's hands and basically make her feel me up. I took my own bra off without breaking off my kissing her. I didn't want any disruptions in what was happening, because it really felt like Jennifer would take any reason to stop. She seemed to like what she was doing, but kept resisting each step forward. It made me wonder how the two of them decided to do this, and the realization hit me that this had to have been mainly Rebecca's idea. Jennifer was so fearful and hesitant, there was no way this was her idea. Did Jennifer confide in her best friend about possibly having this fantasy, and Rebecca made it happen? Jennifer did, however, grow more comfortable with kissing me, and let Rebecca mold us and guide our hands across each other's bodies for awhile.
