*Story #2 My first Lesbian Experience* One of my very best ..

*Story #2 My first Lesbian Experience*

One of my very best friends in college invited me to a friend’s birthday party at a bar near my house. It was a Friday night, so I agreed to join her and her girlfriend. We met up around 9pm to go out for the night. I was wearing my usual look of skinny jeans, Nike sneakers, and a dark blue button down blouse with light makeup and wavy hair. The bar was giving serious dive bar vibes, which I love, especially because there was a dance floor in the back and a classic unpretentious bar in the front with dim lighting. We all got drinks and sat down at a table to take in the scene. I quickly realized that there were only women at the bar, which didn’t come as much of a surprise, considering that I went to a women’s college and most of the time men were too intimidated to step foot into our town full of feminists and lesbians; my ideal environment. I instantly relaxed as the first sips of my mojito mixed with the feeling of being among friends and a birthday celebration.

The later it got, the more people there were on the dance floor, I joined in once I couldn’t resist the allure of letting loose. My friends came with me, but since they were a couple they danced together, leaving me to dance alone. Honestly, I didn’t really mind because I was so used to it. Almost every weekend my group of friends would go out dancing, mostly at house parties with other girls, many of whom were also single. So dancing alone was fine with me, but then I saw her. She was dancing a few feet away from me, her blonde hair and cute smile caught my attention right away. I had the feeling that she had noticed me too, but we were both too shy to make the first move. I leaned over to my friend and whispered in her ear that I thought the girl dancing next to me was so hot! I had recently confided in her that I was feeling attracted to women, which was a new feeling for me. So of course, she encouraged me to go after her, especially because it was the birthday girl's sister, which came as a surprise for me. It meant she was visiting from out of town, so why not see what happens? I had nothing to lose.

Of course, I had to keep my cool and kept dancing, casually glancing over at her and catching her eye from time to time. Still nothing happened, so I pulled my friends over to our table so I could ask their advice. I didn't want it to be too obvious that I was into her… I wanted her to want me. After catching my breath and catching up with my friends, I went back onto the dance floor and found my crush. This time it was easier, we started dancing together and my attraction only grew for her. The song ended and it was time to sing happy birthday, so I returned to my friends with a smile that I just couldn’t wipe off of my face. I hung out at our table for a little while as the party resumed. Then I saw her sitting at the bar alone, so I got up the courage to walk over to her. I asked if I could sit next to her and ordered a drink. We started talking and looking into each other’s eyes- hers were a vibrant blue that was so strikingly beautiful! She told me she was visiting her sister from New York City where she worked as a writer and did pottery in her free time. Before long, it became apparent that she was into me as much as I was her. Still, she took me by surprise when she leaned over and asked if she could kiss me. Right there, at the bar, in front of everyone, including my friends! I said yes, so she leaned over and kissed me, sending shivers down my spine as our lips met.

I was so excited and giddy that I asked her to go and dance with me again. This time we really let loose, her taking the dominant lead, and wrapping her arms around me while I was grinding my ass against her pussy. My friends gave me an approving look as they danced together nearby. I felt very empowered and excited to be dancing in a couple, the first time in quite a while since the man, who would later become my husband, had left to study abroad in Morocco. We danced until about 2 in the morning when the bar was slowly started to empty out. I asked her if she wanted to go back to my place “to smoke”, an excuse to get her to leave the noisy bar with me. When she agreed, I took her hand and told my friends that we were going to be leaving. The look on their faces was priceless!

We left the ruckus of the bar hand in hand and made the short walk back to my house. The street lights cast an ethereal glow through the misty fog as we made our way through the late night to my front door. As soon as we passed the threshold we started making out, unable to keep our hands off each other. We crashed onto the couch, but I knew we were making too much noise and might wake one of my four female roommates. I asked her if we could go up to my room on the third floor, still making the excuse that my smoking supplies were upstairs, but I think we both knew it wasn’t about smoking. We made our way upstairs, trying to be quiet, but as soon as we made it into my room and closed the door she immediately started ripping my clothes off. First opening my shirt, which had snap buttons so she could just pull it apart, kissing me the whole time. We stumbled over to my bed, my pants already half off. As I laid down on the bed, with her on top of me, I felt like I needed to tell her that this was my first time being with a woman. She smiled and promised that she would take good care of me and not to worry about anything because she would make me feel really good. I smiled and laid back as she stripped off my skinny jeans leaving me completely naked.

She kissed down my chest, stopping at my nipples to lick and suck them as she gazed up at me with her beautiful blue eyes. Her hands on my hips, I let out a soft moan as she kept kissing down my stomach to my pussy. She hovered right above my pussy, looking up at me one more time before going down on me. Her tongue flicked across my clit slowly but firmly making my whole body feel electric. She kept licking further down to my pussy hole and back up to my clit. It felt so good I couldn’t help but start moving my hips, greedy for more of her. She kept teasing me as she came back up to kiss me. Putting her leg between mine, I felt her pressing up against me as we moved together, kissing the whole time. I felt my body relaxing and tensing, building up for my first orgasm with her. I pulled her hips closer to mine and let out a moan as I felt the pleasure coursing through my body. I could tell she was pleased because she went back down to my pussy, her fingers spreading me wide as she licked my wet pussy again. She kept going, turning me on more and more. Sliding her fingers into me softly as she rubbed my clit, living up to her promise to take good care of me.

Her dominant energy was incredibly hot for me, especially because she was so feminine and beautiful with blonde hair and a soft, but fit body. It took me by surprise how strong and sexy she was for how delicate and sensual she looked. The combination left me hopelessly turned on and at her will. I asked if she wanted me to go down on her and return the favor, but she replied no, this was for my pleasure. She wanted me to keep cumming over and over. Since this was my first time with a woman I was so shocked that we could just keep going. It was like riding wave after wave of a vast ocean. There wasn’t an end like with a man, when he cums, it is over at least until he gets hard again. With her, we could keep going, reaching new plateaus of pleasure. Building up after every orgasm, reaching new levels of pleasure, even more intense than the last. Just as soon as I would start relaxing and slowing down, she would start licking and sucking my pussy and sending me off onto another wave of pleasure until the sun started coming up.

She confessed that she needed to get back to her sister's house because she hadn’t intended on spending the night with anyone. She had to get back before everyone else in the house woke up, so they wouldn’t suspect that she had been out all night with a college student! She was in her late twenties at the time, so I don’t think anyone expected her to go home with a student.

I still remember sitting in my armchair, finally smoking after she left and sighing with pleasure, satisfied with my first lesbian experience. Thanks to the time difference between the east coast and Morocco, I was able to call Mr. Sedona and tell him all about my wild night. I was a bit nervous at first with how he would respond, but I was too excited to overthink it. He was very sweet and supportive of me and my crazy night and hung on every detail asking me to tell him more. I felt so happy that he wanted to know about my experience with a woman. To this day, I love telling him about all my wild sexual adventures. It is such a turn on for me to be able to share them with him. He just gets it and understands that I am a huge slut and loves me for it, instead of in spite of it. Being able to talk to him about it makes me feel even more turned on and lets me relive the experience, which adds to my sexual satisfaction. Needless to say, I am a very lucky girl!