May 21, 2019

She felt really nice.

We went into the bedroom, lights off, and took each other’s clothes off. I felt clumsy at times but it was all as lovely as I imagined it might be. Her neck was smooth, her breasts were soft, her nipples hard… she felt warm.

When I slid down her body and parted her lips, keeping some of the hair out of the way, I don’t know what came over me. An unstoppable force pushed me forward and I devoured her clit. I flicked it with my tongue twice before sucking on it, then licking the entire area. I kept parting her legs and she kept moaning and laughing. And it tastes good. The more I touched her the more thirsty I felt. But it wasn’t enough.

Whispering and out of breath, she asked me to finger her as I licked her clit. I slowly pushed in my first finger then another. It made R wrestle in her bed. I pushed my two fingers in and out and rubbed the clit with my thumb. As I went faster and harder, I leaned in again and sucked her. I felt her hand in my hair, gripping until it started to hurt. So that’s what that feels like. I felt her push against me until her pussy convulsed around my fingers.

R screamed in ecstasy.

I climbed up beside her as she breathed deep, calming herself. She turned to me when I lay down next to her. “You’re a fucking natural,” she panted. “You sure you’ve never been with a woman before?” That made me feel rather proud, and more aroused.

“I just think about it a lot, that’s all.” I approached her with a smile and we made out again.

“Well, it’s a tough act to follow,” she said, climbing on top of me. “But I’ll do my best.” She attacked me with another kiss, both her hands grabbing my tits hard. She did really well. Her mouth felt gentler than a man, in a way I can’t quite explain. She took her time, gradually sucking harder or gripper tighter. I didn’t think this was her first time with a woman either.

She made me come with her tongue alone. Her thumb was rubbing my clit while her tongue fucked me in and out. I lifted my head up to look and we made eye contact. That’s when I lost it and came.

In about half an hour we fooled around again. Each one of us came three times that night. The following morning it took us hours to get out of bed. Once we did, we showered (individually) and went out for coffee. We didn’t hold hands. She walked me to the train station and hugged me goodbye. She thanked me for a “perfect first”. Her first time with a man wasn’t perfect at all but her first time with a woman made up for it. I’m glad. And I’m lucky. Both of mine were perfect. After we hugged she casually said, “we should do this again sometime.” But her eyes danced, and her smile was clear.

“I think we definitely should,” I nodded and waved goodbye.

The train station was crowded. It was a very hot day.