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Subject: {ASSM} First Time (lesbian, FF) (Katherine T.)
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{ASSM} First Time (lesbian, FF) (Katherine T.)
The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.
All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com
A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T. can be found at
the following URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T
Author's note: I wrote this story some years ago under another
pseudonym. I've made some changes and I'm now posting the new
version for the first time on ASSM.
First Time
by Katherine T.
Okay, it's ringing. Once. Twice. Three times. Will she ever
answer? Then the ringing stops and my heart pounds.
"Hello," she says.
"Jackie? Hi, love. It's me. Are you still coming over
tonight? Good! I'll be here waiting for you. See you soon,
honey."
I can't believe it's really about to happen. I don't know if
I'll be able to control myself. This young woman excites me so, I
hope my need for her doesn't scare her off. I think that's the
way it is sometimes. I want them so much, it turns them off,
frightens them.
Now it seems like it's taking forever for her to get here.
But I've waited this long, I guess I can wait a little longer. I
need to do something; I need to keep occupied. I suddenly think
about hors d'oeuvres. What a bright idea! I go to the kitchen,
and I start pulling various things out of the refrigerator. Edam,
muenster, some celery, a few crackers, some thin strips of
jicama.
Then I hear her in the driveway. My God, she's here! I've
got to pull myself together. Be cool. I wonder if she's half as
nervous as I am. Does she expect as much?
She's at the door, and I hurry to open it.
"Hello," she says.
A soft smile. She's so pretty and young and she turns me on
so much. Be cool... Be cool.
I urge her to come inside, my hands trembling as I close the
door afterward. We face each other in the hall. Should I hug her?
Of course I should. And when I do, she feels so good in my arms,
just like I knew she would. I look at her lips. A kiss. Just a
little kiss, a little one, just a quick soft pressure on her
lips. Was she expecting it? Yes, I think so. She's kissing me
back. And neither one of us is ready to let go. I can't help it,
my mouth is opening and I'm kissing her harder, pulling her
closer. Is it too much? Her mouth is open too, and my tongue
slowly slides inside, runs over the edges of her teeth to finally
meet her own soft tongue and say hello. If I don't break away
now, we'll be naked on the floor in minutes.
"Jackie, it's so good to see you, to finally have you here
with me. Would you like something to drink? Some wine? Some beer?
Come on, sit down and make yourself comfortable while I get it.
We have so many things to talk about, but I need to relax first.
You don't mind, do you?"
I can't keep my eyes off this girl. And I probably won't be
able to keep my hands off her much longer. I'm already tingling
just from the touch of her fingers when she took the wine glass
from my hand. This conversation is killing me. I want to know all
about her, everything there is to know. But it's all I can do
just to sit here on the couch beside her. I'm as close as I can
be without appearing to be ready to jump on her. She keeps
leaning toward me, and each time she does this I lean toward her
in response. It seems like we're sitting much closer than we were
only a few minutes ago. Is it the wine that makes me feel so
warm? She looks a bit flushed also. Did she notice the way my
hand brushed her thigh? Maybe she thinks it was an accident. Or
maybe she knows. Yes, of course, she knows. She kissed me back,
didn't she?
This is making me crazy. I need to do something, or else
I'll be all over her. Maybe some music will help.
"Will you dance with me, Jackie? I know it's not like being
out in a club, but..."
She seems to like it. She moves so gracefully. And I wonder
if she'll move so well when our naked bodies melt together in my
bedroom. Then I caution myself: Be cool... Don't rush it! A slow
number now, and I take her in my arms. Easy... easy now...
easy... just dance with her. I think I feel her nipples, her flat
nipples becoming harder as they rub against mine. As we dance
together, belly against belly, I slide my hands down from her
waist to gently cup her rounded behind. She seems to like that.
Her neck looks so soft and smooth. I kiss her neck, small kisses,
running the tip of my tongue all the way up to her ear lobe, all
around the rim, licking inside. Our bellies seem to fit naturally
together, our bodies shifting back and forth as we dance. She's
getting me so hot, playing with my hair. Is she really pulling my
face to hers for another kiss? Her kiss makes me dizzy, her mouth
is so open and accepting. The kiss gets hotter and hotter, and
I'm getting wetter and wetter. Does she feel the same? If I slide
my hand between her thighs, will it come away slippery? Will she
let me? She seems to be relaxing, and she hasn't complained yet,
nothing about our moving too fast. Actually, she's holding me
rather tightly. My hands move, my fingers sliding under the
waistband of her skirt. Was that a moan? Her skin is so soft. If
I pull a bit, the skirt might just pop open. There it goes. Would
it be better in the bedroom? Is this the time?
I whisper in her ear: "Come to bed with me. I can't take
this any more."
"Yes."
My bedroom has character; it's the one room to which I
devote serious attention.
She looks at the mirror on the ceiling, and she laughs.
"That's perfect!"
It doesn't take us long to get naked. She is so enticing as
she removes her clothes. What a turn-on it is to watch her strip.
She has hardly any breasts, but the nipples are like two little
spikes, dark and succulent. They make me tremble again.
It seems to take forever for the panties to come off, and
then I'm deliciously surprised by her lovely hairless mound. I'm
certain to go crazy kissing it, sliding my face over it,
discovering her wet secrets.
After she's naked, she turns bold, something unexpected. She
undresses me, smirking, removing my blouse and then my bra, her
eyes growing wide with delight when she sees the size of my
breasts. Surprise? She touches me, her fingertips gliding over my
breasts, then her mouth sliding over my flesh as she kisses them.
Maybe later she'll bite my breasts. Or let me rub them between
her legs. And I'll have her do that to me. I'm sure her nipples
will feel marvelous. I can't believe how flat she is, but God,
those nipples! I'm falling in love with this woman's body. Is her
body the reason I'm so attracted to her? She reminds me of a
young girl, those flat nipples and all that skin down below where
hair should be seen. I loved her before, but now I'm totally
lost. Will I be able to let her go? I want to keep her forever.
I thought it would be difficult to get her into my bed, but
it's easy. Almost too easy. Then the first moment of full body
contact sweeps me away! I nearly come. If just hugging and
kissing her like this has me so excited, what will it be like
later when the game is serious? The bliss will be total. My hands
are shaking, and I tell myself I need to control them. My hands
run wildly over her body. We look so good together in the mirror
above us. And her hands are active too, her fingers rolling my
nipples, making them stiffer. I gently run my fingers up and down
her slit. She is so wet, my finger is sliding in as I stroke her
clit. She'll have no trouble finding mine -- it's already out,
sticking out like a tiny cock.
She seems to like my touching her, and she jumps a little
each time my finger brushes her clit. But she does move back to
my finger. And now I'm wondering how she tastes. Does she taste
good? I lick her juices from my finger, and she laughs and says
she wants some too. So now I have one finger in my mouth while
she sucks the others. And soon I'll suck her down there, and
she'll discover what it's like to be sucked and licked and nursed
until she makes the bed shake. I plan to make it better for her
than she's ever known before. The best. I don't want this one to
get away from me.
There's a good song on the radio, someone who used to sing
with Shalimar. Marvelous lyrics...
I won't play games with your tender heart...
That's what I feel. I feel very real. And I'll be real with
this sweet woman. I didn't think it would be this good. Her
nipples seem to keep getting bigger and bigger in my mouth. I
love the way she pushes them up to me. She already has a wet spot
on the sheet underneath her. The way she wriggles and squirms
thrills me, and I know she'll be screaming by the time my mouth
gets down there where my fingers are now. I want to hurry and get
there... but not too soon. I want this to be good for her. I take
my time, lick her all the way down, trace a wet trail from the
bottom of her breasts to her navel. She likes it, and I hear a
soft giggle as my tongue tickles her navel a moment. I kiss her
belly, loving the feel of it fluttering under my mouth. This is
so good. And her pussy is so smooth, I could lick and kiss it all
night. But we both know better things are waiting. And her hands
push my head lower and lower. I guess that means she likes it and
wants more. I'll give it to her. But first I kiss her squarely on
her swollen lips, suck one of them into my mouth. She moans.
She's so wet, so sweet. And she makes me so hot. I open the lips
a little, looking for that hot button. There it is. I blow on it
a moment... yes... she likes that. But she's squirming her hips
to get herself closer to my mouth. Should I take her now? I know
she wants it as much as I want her. I stick my tongue out now and
tease her a little. The smell of her is in my nose, a scent more
intoxicating than any perfume. I can't wait any more, I can't
hold back. I take her clit in my mouth and suck on it as though
it were candy, one of those tiny honey-bears. I move back to lick
it from the base to the tip. Oh yes, she wants it. Her legs are
on my shoulders now. The come is leaking out of her, and I try to
stop the flow with my tongue. I slide my tongue deep inside her.
Yes... just like that. She is so open now, grinding her cunt in
my face. I lick and suck her clit as hard as I can, probing her
open pussy with two fingers, sliding them in and out of her. Is
she loving this as much as I do? Her moans are louder, the
movements of her hips faster and wilder. Her head thrashes back
and forth on the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut, the mirror above
us ignored. I hear her voice. What is she saying? Don't stop...
don't stop... is that it? No way will I stop now. The come is
running out of her so fast, she must be almost ready. I know I'm
ready, my mouth open at the fountain while my fingers vibrate her
clit. Oh yes. Oh yes. Here she comes, flooding my mouth with her
come. I knew she would scream, I knew it. Her thighs lock around
my neck, her clit throbbing under my fingers as I suck at her
fountain. Then I close my lips over her clit and press it until
the end, until she stops coming, keep pressing it until she
relaxes her grip on me.
I lie next to her, take her in my arms and hug her and
squeeze her, tell her how much I love her and how good she is.
Our first time.
end
All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com
A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T. can be found at
the following URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T
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