Shelby

It was February 2nd, 2011. The midwest had suffered Snowpocalypse that year. We were on our second snow day in a row. I was bored, and missing my girlfriend, Amanda. A few words here on her: I loved her, and still do to this day.
Anyway, I contacted her on Facebook, wishing we could hang out. She mentioned that she wasn’t busy, and so I made up a lie to tell my sister (none of my family liked Amanda, and we dated in secret) and I was out the door.
It took me an hour to walk to her house, in boots too small for me. I still have the scars. As I approached, she answered the door. Her father wasn’t home (Lucky, because he didn’t know we were dating either) Amanda is tall, like six feet. She was wearing teh tiniest red and black plaid short skirt I’d ever seen, and a gray tank top, showing a whole hella lot of skin. And she wore the fedora I had given her for her birthday.
She teased me for not just walking inside. Now, I’m shy, so I didn;t say anythign, just blushed. She was watching TV, and asked fi i wanted to join her, so we spooned for awhile. It was hard not to play with her hair and smell her skin, but I held back the urges, even with her ass firmly wedged against me.
Then, she leaned her head back, and I kissed her, She held my face to hers, slowly and sensually pressing her lips against mine time and again.
The couch was very uncomfortable. She asked if I wanted to continue on the floor. Hell yes, I did. I wanted to own her, make her scream my name on the cold, hard floor, but as soon as she said it, her dad drove up in his van. I ran for her room, taking my coat and boots with me.
She finagled with him, saying she was going to ‘take a nap’. Some nap! We made out some more, and I was in Heaven. She threaded her hands in my hair, and her mouth was so hot against mine. It made me extremely wet, but I didn’t mention it to her.
Suddenly, she leaned away, giving me her evil grin. “You know,” she said, “the place your knee is would be a great sot for your hand.” My jaw literally dropped, and my eyes went wide. “Seriously?” She nodded, biting her lip. “Yeah.”
Now, one thing about Amanda. When I had first started dating her, she had said to me that if I wanted in her pants, I needed a ring. So I knew I wasn’t going to get laid. (Or so I thought)
So, I put my hand there between her legs. She was warm and wet, I could tell. I had watched my fair share of porn, so even as a virgin, I knew I couldn’t just put my hand there and not move my fingers around.
So I did, and she leaned down on my shoulder, and moaned into my collarbone. “It feels good when you move your fingers.” I looked at her, and asked dumbly, “Really?” She nodded, her pupils dilated. “Yeah.”
After a fem moments, i found her hardened clit and rubbed it fiercely over her panties. She bit my shoulder trying to keep quiet. I heard her whisper, her brearh coming in pants, “Put your fingers inside me.”
Being a lesbian, I knew how sex was going to work. Being female, we know these things. But nothing could prepare me for sliding two fingers into her.
Oh she was wet, and willing. She was slick,a nd warm, and tight. She gripped my fingers like vices. I slowly thrust in and out, testing her. She writhed against me, begging me to push harder.
At one point, I apologized. I have short fingers, and from experience knew that reaching that deep spot that really makes you moan is tough for me. So I apologized. She asked how many I had in, I answered, two. She begged me to fit in as many as I could. So I managed three inside her and teht was pushing it. She moaned loudly,a dn for a moment, i was afraid her father would walk in.
She leaned into my neck, presing hot kisses on my skin. I gasped at each contact of lips to skin. She tucked her face into my neck, again, threading her hands into my hair, and whispered breathily, “Shelby…I love you.”
I stiffened. The whole time Id been fucking her, I had been rubbing my thighs together, anything to relieave the agony between my legs. That oen comment, combined with the electric feeling of her pulling my hair, her taut body around mine,a nd her pussy grinding against my hands, I exploded. Figurative lights popped behind my eyes, and I jerked a few times. She didn’t say anything.
We went on for what seemed like hours. It was so natural to me, like riding a bike (wow, what an analogy)but my arm was starting to burn from the continued movement. Eventually, she asked me, giggling, “How many times are you going to make me cum?”
Embarrassed, I pulled my hand out of her underwear, fingers makign a wet noise as they escaped teh warmth of her pussy. She giggled. We lay there for a moment, until she asked me, laying her head on my shoulder, “Do you want to eat before you go?”
I thought she meant food, and said no. She giggled. She hadn’t meant food. But I had to leave before i could taste her, no matter hwo much I wanted to, itw as a long walk home.
After ten minutes of stragegizing, she managed to smuggle me out of her house. As I ran down teh street, I laughed and whooped. I’d finally done it. i’d had sex with a woman.
-End
By the way, there will certainly be people thinking that I’m still a virgin because she never touched me, and in all technicality, they’re right. But I thn=ink any sexual act like that counts towadr ones virginity.

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