The first time I met Sue, what struck me about her were her reflective sunglasses and the big car she drove. She was different than anyone I had ever met. I was a good girl all my life, a Sunday School girl, and Sue seemed just the opposite. She wore men’s clothes, was smart and witty, and had a comeback for everything. She also made me cream my pants when I was around her. What was wrong with me?
I went away to college confused about myself. Sue and I wrote to each other a lot, then she started calling me (long distance) more and more frequently. When I came home from school for the summer, she asked me to dinner, and told me she had something she wanted me to know. I know what I hoped she was going to say, and that is what she did say. She found a quiet, dark spot and we parked in her car. She told me she was in love with me. We talked, with the air charged with sexual currents. I told her I felt the same way, but that I wasn’t ready to act on my feelings. We parted that night feeling the charge that only sexual tension can bring.
I visited Sue almost daily at her home after that. We went places, listened to music, and slowly began to kiss and fondle each other. We had agreed to go slow, but one day there was no holding back. Sue and I were on her couch, kissing passionately, and she had slipped my breasts free from my bra. When she began to take off my top, I stopped her, asking her about how we had agreed to let sex wait. She was so aroused that there was no stopping the moment, and it wasn’t long before I felt the same. When we were down to just underpants and sex juices, she stood up and reached for me, then led me by the hand to HER MOTHER’S BED! My first instinct was to say no, but then she pulled something out from under her mom’s bed–a vibrator! I had never seen one before, but I soon knew what one felt like. Sue had made love with other girls before, but I was a total virgin.
I felt a lightly shivery feeling all over when she pressed her body against mine in the bed; I loved the creamy feeling between my legs as she bit and kneaded my nipples; she explored my pussy with her hand, remarking about how wet and ready I was, and put in two fingers to break my hymen, then three fingers, then four! I pushed my hips against her hand and begged her not to stop. Then she added the lovely monster that I came to know and love–the vibrator. She put it against my clit while her fingers were inside me, and we could both hear my vaginal lips smacking against her as my muscles strongly contracted on their own. The wonderful sensations seemed to go on forever! I was seeing stars, with my eyes closed and not sure where I was or what was happening, just enjoying the wonderful sensations that were coming from my smacking, throbbing pussy. Sue held me as I came, and laughed at my confusion. She was delighted to deflower me, and she taught me many things. I learned how to eat pussy in any position, and use my hands in all different places while eating Sue. I moved in with Sue and her mother shortly after that, and we lived together until I returned to school in the fall.
I still see Sue, every Sunday at church! She and I split up, but remained friends. She has been with her lesbian partner for s now, and I have been with my female life-partner for s. When we hug, I remember the summer of my coming-out with her.
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