My First Time Lesbian Experience: Nico's Lesbian Romance First Time Page 2

  As we talked, innuendo seemed to pour out of her and this attention made me begin to feel aroused. She would speak certain lines and they would send tingles through my body, stimulating a mounting dampness between my thighs. I found myself growing more and more attracted to her as the evening went on, her beauty multiplying as we both became more comfortable.

  “Tell me, Nico,” she said. “What do you think of me?”

  “What do you mean?” I said.

  “Do you like me?” she said.

  “Of course I do,” I said. “You’re terrific. You’re fun and smart and inspiring.”

  “Inspiring?” Diana questioned, raising an eyebrow.

  “You’re a successful writer,” I started, giving her a chuckle. “A professor…”

  “Adjunct,” she interrupted.

  “You’re very pretty,” I said, my guard loosened from the wine. “I want to be like you.”

  “You’re very pretty, too,” Diana said, slinking over next to me. “And all that other stuff, it’s not all that great.” She was being modest, but I still adored her.

  I felt Diana’s hand at my lower back, tenderly caressing me through my t-shirt. The fabric stuck against me as sweat began to accumulate on my skin. She was so close to me, I could feel her aura. Looking to her, I saw kindness in her face and lust in her eyes.

  We remained silent for a moment, just simply looking at one another. My anxiety was creeping back, my heart fluttering. I knew what was happening but I just could not believe it. I felt out of my own body, like it was a dream, like I was the star of a movie I was watching.

  Then Diana leaned in slowly and placed a soft kiss on my lips. It wasn’t a kiss I was used to. Kissing guys was so much harder, rougher. But she was delicate, light, easy. Her lips had the subtle taste of wine on them. After that single kiss, she pulled back and looked at me as though she were asking me a question, trying to gauge my feelings, wondering if she had gone just one step too far.

  I’d never felt my heart beat so fast. My stomach dropped. As I looked upon Diana’s sweet face, with that wanting expression, I felt positively in love.

  “Nico,” she said softly, uncertain of my thoughts and perhaps attempting to backpedal. Gentle lines formed on her forehead as she gazed at me.

  I could think of nothing to say so I instead leaned my lips in and reignited the kiss, our mouths mingling in a sweet embrace of mild wetness and flesh. This approval stirred Diana to increase the passion of her lusty affront, her hand squeezing me closer from behind and our lips dancing together making soft, wet reverberations as they intertwined. Our bodies moved closer and I could feel Diana’s heat pressed up again me. I couldn’t tell you how long we kissed as time stood still and my mind was too busy asking itself, “is this real?”

  Soon her hand moved inside of my t-shirt, the stretchy material holding her hand tightly against my lower back as she stroked. I could feel just the slightest bit of her red lipstick rubbing off onto my lips as we kissed and her chest breathed heavily against my own chest as we pressed into one another. Down between my legs I felt that rousing tickle, my pussy aching and moistening, so utterly elated to be right there, alone, with this amazing woman.

  The house was silent and calm as we found ourselves in the bedroom. I lay back on top of the sheets and Diana hovered above me, sitting up on her knees and looking over me. Her blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and face, a loving and excited smile carved into her lips. Looking over to her, I could see down the front of her loose tank top, her small breasts dangling out as much as they could.

  Diana reached over and unfastened the button on my jean shorts.

  I was going mad inside, pent up sexual energy exploding within, and my thighs subtly shook as her hand floated above my crotch. The underside of my panties was moist with anticipation and at that point oh how I wished I had worn something sexier. Diana took hold of my shorts at the legs and gradually slid them down my thighs, revealing my plain black bikini panties. She pulled my shorts all the way down my legs and removed them from my feet, letting them drop to the floor next to the bed.

  Smiling as she adored me, Diana grabbed her own tank top at the hem and deftly pulled it up over her head, revealing her breasts. They were small but gorgeous and inviting, each dotted with a tiny areola and a little hard nipple sticking out. They looked a lot like my own tits and once I saw them, I wanted to reach out and feel them in my palms.

  “Should I take off my shirt, too?” I asked, realizing immediately that it was such a silly question. Diana grinned happily down at me and nodded her head.

  I reached under my shirt and behind my back, quickly unhooking my bra, and then just as swiftly pulled both articles of clothing up over my head, tossing them over to the pillow next to me. I fluffed out my hair, a bit self-conscious about it becoming messy, and then it hit me that I was lying there in only my panties. Diana could see almost everything.

  “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered to me, lowering her head down and planting a single kiss on my nipple. She brought her hand up and lightly stroked one of my breasts, the sweat of her palms leaving a light humid film on my skin.

  “This is so exciting,” I said, once more feeling immature and insecure. But Diana’s face showed no signs of judgment. Her reciprocal excitement was apparent in her blissful expression.

  “Nico,” Diana said, kissing my chest once more, her hot breath dampening my flesh. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop. Okay?”

  “Okay,” I said, nodding, watching her.

  Diana brought her face up and closed in on mine, our lips meeting in a sensual kiss. As we continued this kiss, I felt her hand brush against my thigh and move up toward my panties. Her fingers slowly started to pet my wetness through the tensile fabric of my panties, stroking me in methodical upward motions. I moaned into Diana’s mouth, absolutely bursting inside with unbridled lust for this gorgeous woman.

  Reaching out for her, I put my hand on the pale skin of her slim waist, one part wanting to touch her flesh and another part looking for something to hold on to. I slid my fingers into the band of her khaki shorts, touching the elastic top of her panties with my fingertips.

  Diana pulled back from our kiss and sat up. Her stroking ceased momentarily as her hands moved to either side of my panties, taking hold of the elastic band and delicately pulling them down over my hips, taking them down the length of my legs, and pushing them off my feet. I was now completely nude on the bed, laid out before her. Looking to her, I widened my legs slightly as an invitation.

  “Look at you,” cooed Diana, her fingertips running through my pubic hair. She took some of my fur between her fingertips and lightly twirled it, then suddenly released it and moved her hand down between my thighs. Softly, Diana caressed two fingers over my slit, flesh gliding easily against flesh due to my increased wetness. I shuttered and squirmed as she touched me, my breathing quickening with each moment that passed.

  “That feels really nice,” I murmured, feeling the urge to close my eyes but intent on watching her.

  Diana lovingly prodded at my lips, pushing them to the side and opening me up, revealing my inner pinkness. I felt drenched, glistening, and as my arousal flourished I widened my legs even more to accept her. Taking a single finger, Diana drew it through my pussy lips, her fingertip starting at my hole and moving upwards until it landed on my clit. Once there, she tenderly rubbed me in small, concentric circles.

  “Oh God,” I sighed reflexively, seeing my breasts heave up and down. I brought my arms into my chest to try to steady myself, but my figure was already juddering with desire.

  Then Diana lowered herself down my body, her fingers still massaging between my legs. Before I could think of what was happening, I felt Diana’s hot breath near my pussy and suddenly her lips were pressing up against my clit. She dropped her hand and gracefully penetrated me, holding two fingers close together and gently pushing them inside my moist hole. I cried out in pleasure, feeling a sensat
ion that I hadn’t quite felt before. Not as expertly, that is. Diana suckled on my clit, slurping at it, rather than simply licking it like I had felt in the past. It was as though she were drinking the juices from me.

  Her tongue occasionally flicked against my clit, but it was the light sucking, the feeling of suction, the feeling that my clit was almost levitating into her mouth, that really set me off. Diana’s fingers deftly slid in and out of my pussy, her penetration steady and adept and undeniably moist. I could hear her slurping and I could hear the soft beats of flesh on flesh as she finger fucked me.

  “Yes!” I cried, dropping my head to side and laying my face on the pillow. I felt so pleasured that I could have wept, my eyes watering as I accepted Diana’s gift.

  My pussy grew wetter still with Diana’s thrusts, and I could feel a milky globule of my own wetness ooze out of me, drip down my taint, and cream onto my asshole. Meanwhile Diana’s maneuverings continued, her style steady and practiced, her desire to please apparent.

  With my head swimming, lust welling up inside of me and ready to explode, I felt Diana diddle that little bead of wetness on my asshole. Her finger traced it around in a little circle. This set me off. Bringing my hands up, I gripped onto my hair and thrashed my upper body side to side. Diana maintained her suckling on my cherry, my pink folds of flesh slurped into her mouth, my pussy’s wetness dripping down her chin.

  I felt my body begin to twitch, my hips thrusting up into the air bringing my ass off the bed. Diana’s head joined in my movements, drawing back as my lower half lifted. The muscles inside my pussy were squeezing and releasing with my breath, the contractions getting more frequent as I approached the precipice. It was all wonderful, euphoric, and between my legs was an intense humidity, perspiration mingled with my own juicy grool.

  “I’m coming,” I mouthed hotly, sweat covering my brow, my hair feeling like a tangled mess under my head. Upon saying these words, Diana increased the fervency of her sucking, the suction from her mouth grew and grew and it was almost as though she were trying to suck my clit right out of me. Her fingers plowed deeply into my pussy, rapidly sliding in and out as her hand wetly slapped against my vulva. “Oh, I’m coming,” I repeated, feeling again as though I could cry.

  My thighs quaked and shivered and my back arched, pushing my hips rigidly into the air. My pussy clenched onto Diana’s penetrating fingers and although my mouth was agape and I knew I was moaning, I could hear no sound. It was like I was underwater. Diana pulled her mouth back from my clit and righted herself. Removing her fingers from my hole she used their creamy wetness to massage my clit in tender circles as I swam through this extreme orgasm.

  “Come for me, Nico,” Diana cooed, her fingers flicking against me, fondling my fleshy little panic button into submission. I opened my eyes and looked up to Diana, her face lovingly gazing into mine, a broad and happy smile across her lips, glistening wetness covering her mouth and chin. Diana’s chest heaved as she breathed, a soft redness on her upper chest. She held onto my hip with one hand and the other continued its lustful fucking of my clit.

  That familiar wave of pleasure coursed over me, making me dizzy, but this time it was different. It was a higher level of orgasm, a greater force, an insane wetness. I reflexively thrust my hips a handful of times and then dropped my ass back down to the bed, gasping for air, sensing an electric current spreading to my limbs and giving me a tingling sensation throughout my body. By this time, Diana was simply lovingly petting my pussy lips, her fingertips smoothly gliding over their fullness. I was coming down but still felt occasional aftershocks and she coolly worshiped my womanhood with her wet finger.

  Diana slowly climbed up me and collapsed next to me there on the bed, slinging an arm over my stomach and nuzzling up close. She kissed the side my head, my hair sweaty and matted, and she gently nestled her nose against me.

  “How was that?” she murmured into my ear.

  “Amazing,” I said. “Thank you.” I turned my face to her and kissed her delicately on the lips, feeling my own wetness move from her lips to mine. As we pulled back from the kiss, a thin string of viscid pussy cream hung between our lips until we moved far enough from each other for it to fall. Diana’s hand reached down between my legs once more and continued petting me as I relaxed into the afterglow.

  Once my orgasm had runs its course, Diana and I fucked again. This time I paid her lusty attention, with her coaching me along the way. Eating pussy for the first time gave me goosebumps and made my own pussy drenched as I did it, the feeling of wanting to please your lover and then the joy of achievement made me feel absolutely drunk. I was nowhere as good as Diana, of course, but I think she got off simply on teaching me, telling me what to do and how to do it, and even perhaps the 14 year age difference between us.

  Through the rest of Hamlet, summer stock, and the entire summer there at college, Diana and I secretly maintained a passionate sexual relationship. I was head over heels for her, wanting to pleasure her as much as I could, missing the floral taste of her pussy whenever I didn’t have my face buried between her legs. It was obvious that she loved the sex, loved that I’d let her do anything to me (she was also my first anal experience), loved that I doted on her. But I think for her, ultimately, the age difference was just too much and after a while she found it difficult to keep up the emotional relationship beyond the sultry sex.

  After summer, Diana was offered a full professorship position out on the west coast and had to take it. Although I entertained the idea of following her, of transferring to another college and uprooting my life, Diana smartly advised against it. I know she loved me, despite our tenuous relationship, and I was confident that she knew what was best. I was still a confused girl, fired up from her first real lesbian love, finding myself and finally feeling like this puzzling itch inside of me was beginning to be scratched.

  Although I tried to keep up with her, I lost track of Diana after she moved across the country and as the years rolled by, bringing me more lesbian experiences and relationships, she became but a happy memory, a sometimes stroke fantasy, and a beautiful woman with whom I shared something undeniably special. I missed her, but in a nostalgic way, a longing to live that time of my life over again because it meant so much, because it shaped who I’ve become, and because she was such a wonderful person to me.

  And in writing this story for you to read I have, in some way, been able to take myself back to that period. To live it over again. To love it over again. To bring dreams of Diana back into my life once more.

  UPDATE

  After writing this story, thinking about Diana and our experiences together, I decided to try to dig her up and reach out to her. I found her on social media and I told her that I wanted to reconnect because I had written a story about her, about my first time lesbian experience. She was overjoyed and her positivity prompted me to send her this story to read. This was her response:

  Nico – your story of the first time we made love was beautiful, just as was the experience itself. Reading it brought a tear to my eye and pain to my heart; even happy (and well — erotic) memories can do that to me, you know. I adore you for being so kind to me, especially because I had always felt as though I were abandoning you when I left. Perhaps I was indeed a predatory older woman seducing a pretty young thing, as that was how I sometimes felt. But I did love you, Nico, and I still cherish what you and I had that summer. Thank you for letting me read your story.

  Hamlet is still, and forever will be, a pussy.

  Love,

  Diana

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  I NEVER THOUGHT college would be this weird. I mean, I was really excited about it leading up to the big move but I didn’t really know what to expect apart from what you see in movies. None of my close friends, of which I had few, went to the same college as me so it was like I was going off on this new adventure all by myself. Nobody knew me, I could reinvent myself if I wanted, I could be a totally new person and carve out a completely different path if I so chose. But once I got to school, I found that I simply couldn’t help but be me. Geeky, introverted, freaky me.

  Nerdy Natasha. Lucky I ended up in the same small arts dorm with all the other nerdy outcasts and not in one of the huge student ghettos filled with roving bands of bleached bimbos looking for an easy target like me to sink their teeth into. No, as an English major I had been asked by some benevolent cosmic force if I would like to enroll in the residential college for Arts & Letters students and without even knowing much about the program I dutifully accepted. The program was called ALOHA, which stood for Arts & Letters Organized Housing Association, and it was a total lifesaver for a girl like me.