First Time pt. 4

First Time Pt. 1
Pt. 2
Pt. 3


Her hand became bolder. My own hand mimicked hers. When she rubbed my clit, I rubbed hers. When she used her fingers to part my pussy lips, I did the same. When her middle finger entered me, I slid my own finger inside her. She felt warm and moist. I forgot my shyness and spread my legs to give her better access.

We kissed and rubbed each other. I thought of how my own body responded to my fingers, and I touched her the same way. I explored her with slick fingers, rubbing, caressing, and touching her all over. As she played with my clit, my hand followed the same rhythm. Rubbing her slowly then speeding up then pausing. Repeating the motion with more vigor. Soon my hand was slick with her, and my panties were soaked.

When she came, I felt her muscles clench around my fingers. I wondered if she felt that with my orgasm. I came so hard that even my jeans felt damp. Afterwards she got some tissues from her purse, and we cleaned our hands. The car smelled like sex, vanilla, and booze.

She exhaled loudly and leaned back in her chair. She opened the windows, and we shared a cigarette.

The kissing and everything else wasn't weird. The post-act silence was. I didn't know what to say, and suddenly she was very quiet. I wondered if she regretted what happened. We chit chatted about random stuff until I decided it was time to go. My friends would be waiting for me.

We exchanged numbers, and she called me a few days after. I let it go to voicemail, but she never left a message. I never called her back. I wasn't trying to be rude. I just didn't know what to say. Now that we almost fucked, were we supposed to date? I wasn't sure what to do.

Time passed, and I almost forgot about her. I moved on, dated boys, kissed a few girls, nothing too serious. Well, I didn't really forget her. I still remembered the softness of her skin and the way she tasted. I think it's always like that with your first time whether it's a guy or a girl. Years later, I'll always remember Jewel and our first kiss.

The End

First Time pt. 3

I stared at her parted lips. I felt my face burn. I shrugged again. "I just know."

She took a step closer, and I leaned against the sink. I knew what would happen next, but I didn't try to stop her. She cupped my chin with one hand and pressed her lips against mine. She covered my mouth with soft pecks as if she was afraid to do more.

I parted my lips, and she tasted like vodka and some kind of tropical fruit. Maybe it was her gum or a girly martini. I inhaled the flowery scent of her shampoo. She licked the tip of my tongue tentatively. I became bold and explored her mouth with my tongue.

I thought it would be awkward or weird, but it wasn't. I leaned into the kiss, and her arms went around my waist. The kiss deepened until warmth flowed throughout my body.

I stepped away from her embrace. Her plump lips look naked without gloss. Holding hands, we quickly walked towards her car. We didn't even exchange words, just a look that sent sparks down my spine.

We sat in the front and shivered in the night air. Her lips were instantly on mine, and our hands moved everywhere. Underneath shirts, inside bra cups, between waist and waistbands, and touching the elastic of cotton panties. She tucked her head under my shirt and found my nipples. She sucked them into her mouth, twisting and rolling them with her tongue.

My hand moved under her skirt, but I wasn't sure what should happen next. I touched the front of her panties, and she felt so wet. Her tongue entered my mouth again. She leaned towards me and unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled the zipper down for her. I pulled them halfway off my ass for easier access.

She touched me through my panties. I whispered, "Show me."

To be continued...

First Time pt. 2

We exchanged awkward smiles, and we just stood there for a few minutes. After a while I excused myself and headed to an empty booth.

She followed me and sat close to me. She didn't look like the typical lesbian, so I was a little surprised. Then again, I didn't know too many lesbians. It's not like I was an expert.

I didn't want to be rude, but I wasn't the type to lead anyone on. I could tell she was interested, and I wanted to just nip this in the bad.

"Look," I said. "You seem like a nice girl, and you're real cute. But I'm not gay. I like boys."

She grinned at me. "So? Who asked if you were gay?"

I blushed a little. Now I felt like an idiot. She lit a cigarette and offered one to me. I used the table candle to light up.

"I'm just messing with you," she said. "I'm interested. I've always had a thing for petite Asian girls. However, I can tell you and your friends are straight. So I won't go there."

I relaxed a little. We ordered another round of drinks and started to chat about music. We talked about the upcoming local music festival and about which bands we wanted to see. She talked a lot with wide hand gestures. When she listened, she always had her hand of my thigh or the small of my back. I figured she was one of those touchy-feely types, so I didn't mind.

Out of the blue, she said, "So you've never been with a girl." Not a question but a statement.

"Nope. What makes you say that?"

"I can tell. You seem so vanilla." She shrugged. "I can usually tell by looking at a girl."

It felt like she was calling me a prude. I was used to it, so it didn't really bother me. Well, maybe it bothered me a little. I felt like she was making fun of me.

My face felt hot. I wasn't sure if it was from the beer or something else. I excused myself and went to the restroom.

When I came out of the stall, she was in front of the mirror. We both re-applied our shiny lip glosses.

She turned to me. "I bet you've never even kissed a girl."

"Nope." I shrugged. "What can I say? I like dick."

She moved her lips closer to my ear. "Yeah, but how do you know? How do you know what you like or don't like if you haven't tried it yet?"

To be continued...

First Time pt. 1

I'm probably the straightest straight chick you'll ever know. I'm still a bisexual virgin. I've never touched any boobs. I've never even kissed a girl. All of my female friends have had at least one bisexual experiment. Maybe someday I'll join the cool crowd. I'm always late to the trend.

Lately it's not hard to find a hot girl willing to flirt with another hot girl. Usually they're straight girls, but they like to play like they're more than that. My guy friends say I'm lame. It's the new thing. Get with the times. Straight vanilla girls are just so boring.

Even my chick friends think I'm a prude. You give them enough booze, and they have no problem with kissing another girl. Maybe they'll add more so you can watch their tongues entwined together. The bold ones will squeeze some titties. Maybe they'll cup their hands over a friend's ass. I've had my boobs and ass fondled by my friends. Sometimes I'll play along, but usually I don't.

I just shrug when they tease me. I can appreciate a beautiful female, but women just don't have the right equipment.

That's the same thing I told Jewel when she first found me. She walked up to me, put her hand on my waist, and spoke in my ear. "Can I buy you a drink?"

I turned to look at her. She was young, maybe close to my age. Petite frame, slim waist, her black hair cut short in a chopped-up pixie. She reminded of Winona Ryder in that movie where she was in a mental institution. Cute with a touch of sexy. I thought she had a touch of Asian blood in her, but I couldn't be sure.

I told her "no thanks" and gave her a courtesy smile. I moved away from the bar, closer to the dance floor. I sipped my beer and watched my friends acting like fools. Two of the girls were up on the stage. They touched each other's boobs and shared a quick peck on the lips. If you blinked, you would have missed it. Still the boys in the audience went wild. Pretty soon the girls would be doing tequila body shots. It was their usual Saturday night routine.

The girl came up behind me. She asked, "Are those your friends?"

I glanced back and nodded.

"They're not lesbians, are they?" She nodded her head to the thumping bass.

"Them? Nope."

"I didn't think so. Too bad." She grinned. "My name's Jewel."

I shook her hand. "I'm Kimberly. Kim, for short."

To be continued...