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From: "Laura Davis" <ldavis4@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} First Time by Laura Lynn Davis  F/F
Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 07:10:04 -0400
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First Time by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F.
ldavis4@hotmail.com

	I was twenty, a sophomore in college, but I looked younger because I was 
slim and blonde and fairly pretty.  I went to a Halloween party with the guy 
I was dating at the time and wore the uniform I'd worn in high school - St. 
Mary's, a Catholic high school a few blocks from our house.  My mother is a 
pack rat, saves everything, so I knew she'd have it.

	Several people at the party were convinced that I was really sixteen and I 
almost got thrown out a couple of times.  It was a good thing I had my 
student id with me.  The party was fun even though I didn't have more than 
two drinks.  My date was drinking heavily from the moment we arrived and I 
knew from the start that I might have to drive back to campus.

	But Jason got totally drunk and disappeared.  I hunted for him for about 
twenty minutes but he was gone, nobody had seen him for a while.  I was 
wondering what to do when a woman in her mid twenties, a tall athletic woman 
with short dark hair, came by and said, "Hi, I hear you lost your 
boyfriend."

	I nodded.  "Yeah, he's gone.  Probably passed out in the bushes somewhere.  
Now I have to find a ride back to campus."

	She smiled.  "I'll drive you back.  That is if you're up for a little 
adventure on the way."

	I hesitated but she seemed nice and I felt a little tingle of excitement as 
I looked up at her.  She was 5' 10" or so to my 5" 6".  "Okay, as long as 
it's nothing *too* exciting."

	She grinned and took my hand and we left through the back door and walked 
up the street to her car.  It was a little weird to have another woman 
holding my hand but kind of exciting and kinky.  Her car was a fairly new 
Mustang.  She unlocked the passenger door and held it while I got in.  I 
glanced up as I sat down and noticed that she was looking at my legs.  I 
shivered - a little scared, a little excited.

	As she got into the car she smiled and said, "By the way, I'm Astrid.  And 
you are?"

	"Laurie Holt.  Nice to meet you."

	She started the car and then she leaned across and opened the glove 
compartment, taking out a black silk scarf.  She handed it to me.  "Here, 
put this on."  I started to put it around my neck but she laughed and said, 
"No, around your eyes.  A blindfold."

	I stared at her in silence for a couple of moments.  Part of me wanted to 
refuse but I didn't.  I folded the scar and tied it around my head, 
adjusting it so that my eyes were completely covered.  Then I put my seat 
belt on.

	Asrid pulled away from the curb and when we turned onto the main road she 
put her hand on my knee and squeezed gently.  "Are you scared?"

	I nodded.  "Yes, a little."  Which was lie.  I was more scared that I 
wanted to admit.

	She chuckled.  "But you're excited too, aren't you?  I can tell 'cause your 
nipples are practically poking through your blouse.

	I blushed and nodded.  "Yes, I'm excited."

	Her hand moved up my thigh, slowly, gently.  I sighed and leaned back in my 
seat.  "Unbutton your blouse."  When I hesitated she squeezed my thigh.  "Be 
a good girl and do as your told."

	I took a deep breath as I unbuttoned the top button on my blouse.  I was 
immensely excited but I tried to hide it as best I could.  When I finished 
unbuttoning my blouse she told me to open it.  I obeyed.  "Pretty bra.  Does 
it hook in front?"

	I nodded.  She pinched my thigh and I yelped in surprise.  "Answer my 
questions.  Don't just nod.  Does it hook in front?"

	"Yes, it does."

	"Open it and show me those pretty tits.  You do have pretty tits, don't 
you?"

	I took a deep, shuddering breath.  "Yessss, I do."

	She stroked my thigh, the edge of her hand brushing against my panties.  
"Be specific.  Now answer me."

	"Yes, my tits are pretty.  They're small.... but they are pretty."  I 
hesitated for a moment before unhooking my bra.  I shivered as the cold air 
hardened my nipples even more.  A little voice in my head was screaming, 
"What are you doing????"

	Astrid ran the tips of her fingers across my mound.  I moaned and she 
chuckled.  "We almost there.  Just a couple of minutes and then I'm going to 
strip you completely and fuck your brains out!  Any objections?"

	"Oh, God.... please...."

	"Was that a please, no or a please, yes?"  Before I could answer the car 
slowed and she turned off the main road onto a gravel side road.  A minute 
later she slowed and made a u-turned.  Then she pulled over and stopped.  
She shut the engine off and then a moment later she unlatched my seat belt.  
Her hands got busy and within a few moments I was wearing nothing but my 
knee socks and loafers.  And, of course, the blindfold.

	She stroked me and fondled me, kissing me on my neck and shoulders.  After 
a couple of minutes I was so aroused I couldn't wait.  I whispered, "Please. 
  Fuck me.  Please."

	She pushed her tongue into my ear, pinching my nipple lightly at the same 
time.  "I want you to beg for it.  On your knees.  In the dirt.  Naked."

	She continued to fondle me while I slpped my loafers off and then my knee 
socks.  Then she got out and came around and opened the passenger door.  I 
got out and she led me around to the back of the car.  I got down on my 
knees and begged her to fuck me.  I groveled in front of her, begging for 
sex, inwardly horrified but too wildly excited to stop.

	She crouched and told me to get up and squat with my hands behind my back, 
knees spread wide as possible.  I obeyed and moaned with pleasure as she 
rubbed my belly, fondled my tits, and stroked my thighs.  Then, just when I 
thought I was going to lose it, the tip of her finger found my clit.  I 
threw my head back and whimpered with pleasure as she masturbated me.  Her 
finger slipped into my tight, wet cunt and remained there while her thumb 
worked on my clit.  Her other hand stroked my buttocks, then spread them.  I 
shook my head and whispered, "No, please don't."

	But she ignored me.  I felt the tip of one finger stroke my anus.  I threw 
my head back and sobbed, "Yesss, oh my God!  Yes!"  She teased me until I 
pushed back against her finger.  I came with an explosive rush as her finger 
penetrated my ass!

	She stroked and fondled me while I shivered and shook.  Then she held me 
while I sobbed, totally humiliated.  She kept me naked until we were in the 
parking lot behind my dorm.  Then, while I pulled my clothes on, turned away 
from her in shame, she told me she'd be at the student union the following 
afternoon from 1 p.m. until 2:30.  "Come to see me if you want more."

	I shook my head and whispered, "No, never again."

	She touched my arm.  "Are you sure?"

	Her hand moved onto my leg and I whimpered.  "No, please....."

	She stroked my thigh.  "Take your panties off."

	I shook my head from side to side, "Noooo.  Leave me alone!"  But even as I 
spoke my hands were moving up under my skirt.  A moment later they were off 
and her hand was busy between my legs.

	She brought me to orgasm within a couple of minutes.  I was crying when she 
laughed and said, "See you tomorrow.  Now get out.  I have to get home to my 
husband."

	I got out of the car and was almost at the door when I realized that I'd 
left my panties in the car.  I didn't even look back.  I went in and took a 
long hot shower before I went to bed.

	The next day, despite my determination to stay away, I found myself at the 
student union shortly after 1 p.m.  Astrid was there, at a table by the 
window, talking to a pretty redhead.  I watched them for a moment and then 
turned and walked away.

	I saw Astrid around the campus several times that year but I stayed away 
from her.  I saw the redhead with her a couple of times.  The redhead was 
wearing a leather collar and seemed happy.

	Now, nine years later, I wonder what my life would have been like if I'd 
gone over to Astrid that afternoon.  And whenever I see a tall, athletic 
woman with short dark hair I feel the urge to drop to my knees and beg to be 
fucked.


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