First time (lesbian)

I was lying alone in my bed last night, thinking about you. It was so many years ago, and yet it seemed only a few months ago. Your feelings at my side, before me, behind me, above me, seem so vivid. How did it all start? As I remember, it was my job... you stayed, and since there was only one bed, you slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. I don't know what made me start, just a friendly comfort, I guess, but I started hitting your back, feeling the shape of you through the silky material of your shirt. You moved slowly under my touch, enjoying the sensual feelings of being rubbed. Little by little, I pushed my fingers a little closer to your waist, feeling the curves of your stomach. Clearly you couldn't decide if you wanted me to continue that way while you stood still, and you even walked away from me. I persisted, silently, gently, and gradually you gave me and relaxed me, allowing me to rub you. My very light touch now, I began to draw a line on your leg, feeling the change of satin texture to meat and my heart jumped a beat. My lower lip trapped between my teeth, I started the journey back in your leg, giving it space to move your shoulder in bed, so now you were lying looking at me in a elbow. I leaned forward and kissed your lips so softly and you didn't flinch. Your lips were wet. At first you did not respond, except to passively lie down, but very gradually, while kissing gently, you started kissing me back, your lips splitting slightly to allow me to start exploring you with my tongue. I didn't want to break the spell we created, I didn't want to scare you away from me, so I rubbed your stomach back through the satin of your shirt, moving my hand up to feel the outline of your heavy breasts. You have the most beautiful body, very thin with big breasts that could have buried my face and drowned, with maximum pleasure. You started moving again under my hand, enjoying the excited sensations in you. I felt the contour of your nipples, get ready, now, and as I moved from one to another, drawing a line around them, you gave a little moan of pleasure. I kissed you again, this time with more definition, and there were no mistakes in your answer now. You were enjoying yourself, me, and you kissed me back, your tongue trying my mouth, tasting me, our tongues cared for each other.

I broke up and stuck my head on your shoulder, cuddle you around. I had to get together, calm back from the agitation I was rooting inside my head and body. This was the first sexual experience we had with someone else. I knew you were as excited as me, but it seemed somehow wrong to push him beyond right now. It had to be something we both wanted, not just something that was taken along the sexuality and emotion of the moment. We kept each other for the longer time, none of us wanting to talk, not really knowing, what to say to each other. Eventually I sat down, holding my hand. You okay? I asked him.

I liked that.

Did you? Would you like to continue?' My heart was starting to beat faster, now.

I think... what did you have in mind?

I pulled my shoulders, I had no idea, except to explore and enjoy. The experience was, so far, the most exciting of my life and I just wanted to capture the feeling and continue to experiment forever. I slept next to you again, looking at your brown eyes. It was like having permission to raid the jar, and I didn't know where to start! I put my hand to hit you again, and I started to undo the buttons, knowing what I would find, I'd seen you naked many times before, but now it was different. I left the tissue to reveal you in your splendid glory. My breath catches, you're so beautiful to me. I've tracked my fingers down your stomach this time without fabric to prevent the delicious sensations at my fingertips. Once again, you were submissive, allowing me to explore your body, drink with my eyes, feel your warmth with my fingers. I bowed to take one of your nipples in my mouth, feeling that it grows and hardens in my mouth, responding to the soft nibbing, my tongue playing around. I was breathless with emotion and my hand traveled through your body, to your legs, strangling first the outskirts and then into the interior, rubbing them gently to cheer them up. You responded as I expected, starting long enough to hit me to the top, that wonderful dark-haired mound and you couldn't help but give a low groan, but I still didn't visit that private part of you, although my body was willing. I realized that anticipation was so important and so my hand got into your stomach again, barely touching you. Your skin had punctured in small blows and I knew you weren't cold, but excited and anticipating my next move. Again, my hand spilled downward, toward the top of your mound and then around, brushing hair gently as I left. Your legs separated more, an invitation for me to explore more. I was sensitive to this and touched your inner thigh once again, sending small chills through your body as I traced a way up. I came to the edge of your pussy and slipped my fingers forward, strangling your shoulder with my other hand while feeling bad. I was surprised by the warmth and humidity I found... not only hot but hot, excited, swollen with longing. What a pleasure, a joy to feel you under my hands, to hear your breath coming in small gauzes of emotion, unknown until then. I move around the bed so I can see you and feel better, my free hand on your stomach and my fingers now slowly entering, feeling your muscles involuntaryly. My heart beats so fast and I can barely breathe. I feel my humidity and theft of my own sex while exploring yours. With my thumb, you brush the clitoris, which makes you jump slightly. I transfer some of your juices the rest of my fingers so I can rub you and when I touch your clitoris again, you give a stronger groan of satisfaction. Ahh... I have it right this time, my thumb slipping over your clitoris, moving it over and over, feeling the pleasure button while I take my fingers a little deeper into you. Your clitoris is so cumbersome that it takes little time and effort to have you moving your body against my hands. Of course, I am very aware of your geography - I have explored many times and I know, therefore, what is likely to thank you, the rhythm and the pressure required to please you as I can please you and it is wonderful to be able to do this for you. I move again to kneel between your legs, one hand in each leg, moving them up to meet in your pussy. With my hands on your mound, I slip my thumbs up, separating your lips to get you in, stretching a little while slipping inside. Your groans are stronger now, your lps pushing towards me, raising you a bit of the bed. I shit my head to kiss you, to take your clitoris between my lips and play. I press it with my tongue, pushing the nerves I know they're so alive. As I lick you, I move my thumbs, stretching a little more and I can feel that you're near your climax, your inner muscles grab me, your back arching, pushing towards my face. I lick a little faster, push a little deeper and I feel you breathe deeply. Suddenly, your thighs are tight around my ears, your arched back, I lose you for a moment and when you start to relax, you find yourself once again and lick more gently, melting softly, knowing how you feel, as I am so close to myself just to give you pleasure and to hear and feel it. I'll slip your thumbs and sit down, strangling your moisture with my fingers before I climb the bed to hold you in my arms and kiss you. As I said at first, it was a long time ago... more than half a life... but it seems so recent. Memory has the power to excite me almost as much as doing, and last night I went to sleep a happy woman.