My first girl

I had always had fantasies about being with other girls, but I had never really considered it actually happening. I thought it was something I had to bury, something that was too scandalous to talk about, much less act upon.

Then I met Kate. She was tall and gorgeous, with dark hair and green eyes. She was so much fun, so full of life, and every guy wanted her. She was who I wanted to be. We were randomly assigned as roommates, and we were friends right from the start. We wore each other's clothes, sat up all night talking, and got ready to go to parties together. One night, I was doing my makeup at the mirror, and she came up behind me. She looked at our reflection together in the mirror. She was a good five inches taller than I was, with curves for days. I was curvy, but shorter, and her golden olive skin made mine look even lighter. She looked at me in the mirror and told me I looked beautiful. Then she put her arms around me and hugged me. This wasn't new; we were big huggers. But her hand brushed across my breast. We didn't say anything else about it, and when we were out at the party, we both drank a lot. We were at a frat house. and there was a coffee table in the living room, and the floor was so packed that we both climbed up on the table and started dancing with each other. People were watching, but we were laughing so hard and having such a blast that we didn't realize how, well, sexy we looked. We were grinding together, sweaty and out of breath, and then, out of nowhere, she just leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips were so soft, and I felt her tongue dart between my lips. She pulled back and threw her head back and laughed. I was breathless, but I laughed too becuase I thought it was just one of her crazy jokes.

We partied for a few more hours, then decided to make our exit. We walked back to our dorm in middle of the night...it was a long walk, and it was just cold enough to make our sweaty skin freeze. We were quiet for a bit, and then I summoned up my nerve. "That was some kiss," I told her.
"Sorry about that," she said, laughing. "I thought they would get a kick out of two hot chicks making out."
"You think I'm hot?" I asked, half joking, but she stopped and faced me.
"You're gorgeous," she said earnestly. "I'm not kidding. You're beautiful. Anyone would be so lucky to have you."

And then she kissed me again. Her fingers brushed my cheeks, then my neck, then she wrapped her arms around my waist and just held me. I've been kissed by lots of men since, and I had been kissed by lots before, but nothing will ever compare to how I felt when Kate kissed me.
Somehow, we made it back to our room. She was sweet, and very gentle as she kissed me and unbuttoned my shirt. She kissed my neck and moved downward. As she breathed on my cleavage, goosebumps appeared on my breasts, and I took a sharp breath.

"If this is going too fast for you, let me know," she said, but I grabbed her face and kissed her hard. She responded by pulling off her shirt, revealing her black D-cup bra, which she deftly removed. I had seen her topless before; we lived together. But this wasn't the same thing...her skin was so soft, so warm, and when we kissed, our breasts pressed together, her large, dark nipples pressing against my pale pink ones. I nervously reached out and took her left breast in my hand, testing, seeing how it felt. It was so new, and so wonderful...I lowered my mouth to her nipple. It hardened in my mouth, and she dug her fingers into my shoulders and moaned. I kept flicking my tongue against the precious nub, and she kept breathing harder and harder. Then she pushed me away and unbuttoned my jeans. She looked in my eyes for any sign of doubt, and when she found none, she slid my jeans over my hips, and when they dropped to the floor, she kissed my stomach, her fingers caressing my hips, my thighs, and then slid her hand up my inner thigh, so close that I could feel the warmth of her hand against my pussy, which was already warm and starting to drip with desire.

She stood up and slid her stretchy skirt down off her hips, then turned around. She was wearing a black g-string, and her ass was beautiful, golden and soft. She hooked her thumbs around it, and pulled it slowly down her legs. With her bending over like that, I could see the lips of her pussy between her legs. She turned around and took my hand. She placed it, trembling, on her pussy. I felt her silky pubic hair, beautiful and almost blue-black, and wet. I found her clit, and it was hard and slick. I stroked her and she moaned. Encouraged, I slid a finger inside her. She started gyrating against my hand, and I knelt down and kissed her thighs. I moved my kisses closer and closer to her pussy, and then I pressed my lips against her clit. I kissed it gently, then flicked it with my tongue. She gasped, so I licked her harder and harder, all the while thrusting one, then two fingers into her dripping cunt. She was gyrating against me, twisting her fingers in my hair and moaning my name. I could tell that she was getting close to an orgasm, and when she came, she came hard. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around my fingers, and her juices dripped down my chin. She collapsed down onto my bed, pulling me with her. She held me tightly against her, panting and kissing my forehead. I could still feel her body twitching against mine.

When her breathing slowed down, I asked her, "So was it okay? For my first time?" In response, she lifted my chin and looked at me for a moment. Then she kissed me again, lovingly, and said, "So good that you deserve some payback."

She rolled me over onto my back and kissed me, first on my lips, then my neck, caressing my breasts, then tweaking my nipples. She did everything you want a man to do, but that men would never think to do. She understood every crevice of my body, everything that would turn me on, everything that would set my trembling pussy on fire. By the time she closed her lips around my clit, I was already on the brink of orgasm. When she took my swollen clit in her mouth, I screamed. To push me over the edge, she shoved two fingers into my dripping cunt and then pushed the end of her pinky into my virgin asshole. I exploded, cumming all over her hand, all over her lips and dripping down her chin. But she didn't stop there. She didn't even let me catch my breath before she climbed on top of me backward, her dripping cunt inches away from my face. I started lapping up her wetness while she kept eating my pussy, burying her face in me. We ate each other, drowning in each other's juices, loving the sensation of mutual pleasure, of cumming while I was making her come. I loved feeling her moans vibrating my pussy. I loved feeling her throb on my tongue. I fucked her with my tongue, shoving it her pussy as deep as I could, and then I reached up and put my pinky against her tight asshole. She bucked, and I gently, timidly, inserted my finger into her ass. She did the same thing to me. So I thrusted my finder deeper into her. She mirrored my every motion, and it was like we were the same person, every action making us come harder and harder.

When we couldn't take any more, we both collapsed. She held me agaist her chest and I ran my hand around the curve of her stomach. She was so beautiful. And she was mine.