First-time lesbian erotica
"First Person, First Time," an erotic story by Chelsea Question
I liked it best at the beginning, when it was tentative,
soft, unknown, exploratory. Later came the fucking, and that was fun too. But that
was near the end of my first relationship with another woman.
We were girls, really. Although at the time we were seniors
in high school, we had been friends since long before. We used to play bridge
troll near the brook, and make chains of flowers. I always wanted to keep mine,
but we ended up throwing them in the brook to watch them float downstream every
time. We would whisper in the library, “Do you like anybody?” Sometimes the
answer was yes, most times the answer was no. Neither of us had much interest
in boys. I think my parents were relieved that I would ask to go over to
Samantha’s house, and not Bobby or Jimmy’s. A friend was safety, and my parents
could fall asleep before I got home, knowing there was no threat of groping
hands or pregnancy. Not with Sam.
Something more than friendship started with soccer season. I
would go over to Sam’s after practice, and we would take turns showering up.
Then we’d watch a movie or hang out on the porch and talk about the practice.
Sam’s dad wasn’t around, and her mom worked until late most nights.
Practice ended late that day, and dusk was well on its way.
Sam called over to me, “Jess! Meet
at my parent’s place. I have something I want to show you.”
“Sure! Stay over?” I would have to tell my mom if she wasn’t
going to fix dinner for me.
“Yeah, ok! Mom’s on a conference anyway, I’ll be
bored.”
“OK, see ya there.” I stopped at home for some fresh clothes
before heading over to Sam’s. I walked in and Sam was already in the
shower.
“Hey Sam, I’m gonna use your mom’s shower,” I called.
“I’m almost done,” was the muffled reply.
The shower was good and hot after a long practice. We had
played well, and coach didn’t even make us run sprints, which was a treat. I
felt thoroughly exercised, rather than dead-exhausted. I toweled off and
dressed. I could hear Sam in the living room, probably setting up a movie.
When I emerged from her mother’s bedroom, Sam was on the
living room couch. “Hey girl,” she said, “good practice!”
“Yeah, nice that coach decided not to kill us today,” I
flopped down on the couch beside her. She looked lovely, clean, lithe, skin
still damp, hair fresh and wet. I supposed I looked the same. “Oh yeah, what
did you want to show me?”
“Look, I found this DVD in my mom’s room. I was looking for
some earrings yesterday. She had
this in the bureau drawer.” Sam
picked up the TV controller and pressed play. The screen showed two women, naked, standing chest to chest.
They were pressing their breasts together to compare the size of them. Then the
taller woman started licking the other woman’s breasts. The scene cut to the
two women on a bed. There was a close-up shot of the shorter woman’s pussy.
I did a half-laugh, not knowing what to feel about what I
saw. I looked over at Sam. She was watching the movie with a small smile. She
looked at me. “Weird, right? My mom keeps this hidden.”
On the screen, the tall woman was licking the other woman’s
pussy. I felt funny, not bad exactly, but different. I searched myself and knew
that the feeling was arousal. I
felt aroused.
Sam pressed the stop button on the controller. We sat for a
beat in silence.
“So,” she asked, “do you want to try it?” I looked into her eyes. My face was
very, very hot, I remember that.
“Sex?” I asked, awkwardly.
“Yeah, do you want to try?”
I nodded. Yes, I wanted to try.
Then we were taking our clothes off. Sam came near, and stood face to face
with me. She was a little taller,
but not by much. She put her hands on me, and we kissed. That kiss lit my whole
body on fire the same as gasoline and a match. We kissed for awhile, our bodies
held inches apart. Then we started kissing with tongue. For the most part, we
were silent, though I could clearly hear my blood pounding in my ears. Sam
stopped kissing me.
“They did this,” she said, closing the gap between our naked
bodies. Our breasts pressed
together, and I could feel her nipples chafe pleasurably on mine. I looked down
to see, I don’t know what, if I was doing it right? I gently touched her
breasts and mine, comparing.
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“Yours are bigger,” I said. Both of us laughed at this,
involuntarily breaking the spell and the embrace. We let out a lot of tension
with that laughter. And in the moments after I had time to consider: did I like
this? Did I want more? I found the answer to be yes.
“Jess, you’re my best friend. I don’t want to be weird, but
that felt really, really good.” It seemed like Sam had been thinking thoughts
along the same lines as me.
“Let’s go to your bedroom,” I suggested.
On her bedroom wall was a collage she had made of
photographs of all of our friends.
Christmas lights were on the wall, taped and re-taped to keep them from
falling down. She had a squat
bookshelf for a headboard, and a large silver-plastic stereo sat on top of
that. We entered the room naked and awkwardly. I walked in first, with Sam
behind carrying a pile of our clothes. I turned to face her as she tossed the
clothes to the ground.
“Should we…do that again?” I stepped towards her. We began
kissing. Her mouth opened. The smell coming off of her was clean. Pleasure
again swept through my body as our breasts came together. She put one of her
knees between mine as we wrapped our arms around each other. I could feel her
lightly haired muff on the soft area between my hip and thigh.
Sam began to kiss my neck, slowly moving downward. The
breathed syllable “ohh,” escaped me as her lips reached my breast, gently
sucking, finally folding my nipple into her mouth. My sound of pleasure excited
her, and she began to lick my erect nipple. Bolts of pleasure traveled an electric highway from my
cherry-hard nipple to the pulsing bean between my legs. I buried both of my
hands in her damp hair, pulling her head towards my breasts. She relinquished
my left nipple to seek out my right. Eagerly and hungrily, she alternated
between my breasts. My breath came very fast. Each flick of the tongue made my
clitoris throb with need. I used my hands on her shoulders to guide her to the
bed.
Sam lay back on the bed. I lay on my side next to her, kissing
her mouth and neck, copying as close as I could her motions. I wanted her to
feel what I felt like. She gasped as I lightly lapped her breasts. Then I made
my tongue morph into a hard muscle and grated her nipple with my coarse taste
buds. She tasted, as she smelled, like clean skin. I continued to lick her
nipples, light and hard as cherry stones. Her hands had drifted downwards
between her legs. She rubbed herself while I watched from the corner of my eye,
still tasting the sweetness of her breasts. Her eyes were shut, her head rolled
back to one side as she moaned with pleasure.
Emboldened by her moans and my desire, I moved to straddle
myself on top of her. I looked into her eyes with a question as I moved my
knees to either side of her hips. The answer in her eyes was yes. I rotated my
hips and used one hand to open my labia. Sam parted her legs so that I cold see
her blue-pink clit. Slowly, gingerly, I lowered myself until our clits touched.
I felt her frame shudder under me. I looked up. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes, Jess,” she breathed.
I looked down again to find the right spot. My hair fell
down around my shoulders. Sam reached up, caressing the side of my breast. I
sighed, relaxing my hips downward again.
God it felt so good! Our clits might have given off a spark. We moved
our hips in unison now, rubbing our pussies together wetly. Back and forth,
rubbing and rubbing. She came first, her cunt contracting hard, her hips
pressing strongly up towards mine. The pressure of her mound on my clit sent
me, and the orgasm rocked through me. Her back went flat on the bed and I
humped her through wave after wave of contracting heat, until both of us could
come no more.
When our breathing calmed, I laid next to Sam, waiting to
see if we were still best friends. She rolled over and kissed me on the mouth.
She said my name. We hugged and kissed tenderly on her bed. We were more than
best friends; we were lovers.
Later that night, we watched TV, cooked a frozen pizza, and
made out a little bit. I left in the morning. Most afternoons, I would come
over after practice. Her mom was never home. We watched the rest of her mom’s
porno and tried to do what the ladies did, and whatever we wanted, too.
Months later, we went to a sex shop in the city and bought
some toys. We became bold, and by the time I felt I was an old hand at using my
favorite pink strap-on vibrating dildo, it was time to go to college. For Sam,
that would mean it was time for boys. But I will always remember those first
weeks, and that first time with my best friend.
Originally published March 2010