This is a mostly true story containing explicit language describing sexual activities between two women. If you have a problem with this or should not be reading, please don't. All names have been changed.
This is my first attempt at writing. Feedback is welcomed and encouraged.
-The Fantasy-
I kissed a girl for the first time my sophomore year in high school. Rachel was older than me, a senior, and we played hockey together. I thought she was just a good friend. She would take me to parties and I would stay at her house after; I wasn't old enough to drive and didn't want to get caught drunk by my parents. She showed me a lot of affection and I never thought anything of it. We would watch movies and she would hold my hand under a blanket or pillow. I was young and inexperienced and I thought that was what friends did. That is until I stayed at her house after a party and she kissed me. She shared a room with one of her six sisters, Paula, who was a year younger than me. All three of us had gone to the party and were pretty out of it. I was in her bed with her, and Paula was asleep in the bed next to us. I was sleeping and woke to Rachel kissing my shoulder. I turned to her, very drunk, and smiled. She kissed along my neck and cheek until she reached my lips and kissed me. I was so drunk at the time that I kissed back. Days later it started to get to me and I tried to avoid her. I though what we did was wrong and I couldn't handle being near her, thinking I was going to get myself into trouble. She would call and still wanted to be my friend. Now that I look back, I wish I had stuck around to see what might have happened.
After that I thought my relationships with girls would be only a friendship thing. I dated many guys after, both in high school and college, and never thought of myself as anything other than straight. That is, until I saw Jackie. It was my final year in college. I went to class on the first day excited to see the friends that I had class with and worked on projects with for the previous three years. I walked in and sat with my friends, discussing the activities of the summer and our internships. Then, there she was, wearing jeans and a tee shirt with a picture of running shoes on it. Her flaming red hair, pulled back in a ponytail, caught my eye immediately. I took in her face- gorgeous green eyes (just like mine!), very cute freckles, a perfect little button nose, and, the crowning jewel, full pouty lips. I must have been staring with my mouth gaping open. She didn't even know who I was, but I was already infatuated with her.
I had never felt this way about anyone, male or female. I guess you could call it love at first sight. Over the next few weeks I learned as much about her as possible. Jackie was a year ahead of me. She had been on co-op the year before and was taking classes with us to graduate in five years. I tried to sit as close to her a possible in every class, hoping I could find something to talk to her about. She was a runner. I would see her sometimes running along the water when I was out with a friend walking his dog. When she wore a light colored shirt to class I could see the outline of her sports bra through her shirt. Holy shit that was hot. I knew she could never like me. I'm athletic, often playing intramural sports with the boys, but a runner I'm not. It seemed like running was a huge part of her life. Also, I smoke and drink, but I never heard her talk about going to the bar or parties. I would try to hide the fact that I smoked if I saw her outside when I was lit up, putting out my cigarette and running inside. She was incredibly smart, still living in the dorms because the school paid for everything. I'm intelligent, but I couldn't hold a candle to her.
I had every class with her and I sat directly behind her in each one of them. I would drop my pencil or notes, any opportunity to talk to her or catch her eye. I tried to think of ways to let her know how I felt without letting her know who it was. I didn't know if she was into girls and I didn't want to ruin the barely-there relationship we did have. I though of asking one of her groupmates if she had a boyfriend, that I knew someone who liked her. Yeah right, like I had the balls to do that. I contemplated writing her an email with a fake address and not leaving my name. Then I realized that I wouldn't reply if someone did that to me. Then it hit me. I'd write her a letter and slip it in her backpack in class or the computer lab. I wrote that note a million times until it read perfectly. I told her how much I liked her and that if she was interested in something with a girl to wear a white tee shirt to class later that week. I waited for the perfect moment and slipped it into her bag. I felt such a rush, hoping over the next few days. Then it happened, she wore the white shirt. I didn't know what to do; it wasn't like I actually expect anything. I was too scared to pursue any further.
At this point I tried to forget about her as much as possible. Then the fateful day came. We had a big homework assignment for one of our classes. I grasped the concept and finished days before it was due. I came back to my apartment after class and went through my routine of changing my shoes and shirt, putting away my books, straightening my room, and going to get the mail. There she was, knocking on the door directly across from the mailboxes. My heart skipped and I tried to play it off.
"Hey Jackie, looking for Katie?" Katie was one of her group members who also lived in my building.
"Yeah, I was having some trouble with the Safety homework and I was hoping she would help me."
"I think I saw her go into the computer lab after class, maybe she was checking her email. You know, I'm done with the assignment, I could help you if you'd like." I could barely breathe.
"Thanks, I think I'll wait a little to see if Katie comes back."
"Well, my apartment is the one downstairs if you change your mind." I went back thinking that I had just wasted the only chance I may ever have. I flopped onto my bed and chilled there, staring at the ceiling. About five minutes later there was a knock on the door. Thinking it was the landlord to fix something, I casually answered. It was her!
"Katie never came back and I walked all this way, do you think you could help me? I would totally appreciate it."
"Sure, no problem, I'd be happy to." She was in my apartment! I tried not to sound and act too excited but it was hard. I took her jacket and threw it on the couch. She followed me into my room so we could use my desk. She sat and explained the problems she was having with the assignment. I stood with my hands planted firmly on my desk, one on either side of her body. I could smell her shampoo and tried my hardest to concentrate on the homework. We worked like that for close to 1/2 an hour and my desk was cluttered with books.
"Maybe we should sit on the floor, there will be more room," she said. I agreed and we moved to the floor. I reached across her body to grab a book I needed to explain a concept. At the same time she asked me a question and I instinctively turned my head to answer her. Our faces were only inches apart. I looked down at her lips, slightly parted waiting for my answer. She noticed and I apologized, answering her question. My heart was racing and I didn't know what to do next. She totally saw me staring at her lips and there was no getting around it. I tried to forget about it, hoping she did the same, and we kept working. I said something funny about our teacher (he was a total freak about safety) and she turned to me laughing. Then I did it; I leaned forward and kissed her. It took us both by surprise; it was more of a quick peck than anything else.
"Oh my God, I don't know why I did that, I'm so sorry!" I couldn't apologize enough and I was completely flustered.
"Don't worry, settle down, don't freak out, it's not a big deal. I was wondering when you were going to work up the courage to go for it." What did that mean? I didn't know what to do next. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me in. Our lips met and softly she covered my lips with hers. I felt her tongue against my lips and opened my mouth to welcome it. We were in unison, gently opening and closing our mouths at the same time. Our tongues met and flicked, probing each other's insides. I thought to myself 'this is what I've always wanted, am I ready?' I took her lower lip in my mouth and pulled away jokingly.
"If I keep kissing you, I'm not going to want to stop. Then I'm going to want to do more than just kiss you. Are you sure that you're OK with that?" She just looked at me, bit her lower lip, and smiled slyly. I took her hand and pulled her up to sit on the edge of my bed. She leaned in and our lips met again. My hand found the small of her back and she pulled her hand up to my cheek. Her other hand reached around to the back of my head and pulled me in to the kiss even more. My mouth moved down, first to her lower lip and then her chin. I traced the cute little scar under her chin with my finger. She leaned her head back to allow me to examine her neck with my lips. After several minutes of kissing her neck I slowly pulled off her sweatshirt and tee shirt, staring into her eyes the whole time. She had the kind if sexy stare that makes you feel like she is looking straight past your face and into your soul, not to sound cheesy, but it's true. I outlined her collarbone with kisses, starting at her right shoulder and moving to the left. I kissed and licked down the center of her chest, concentrating on the top of her breasts showing through her bra. I slid my hands underneath her bra, starting at her back and moving around to the front. As I was getting closer to her breasts, she reached around, unhooked her bra and took it off. Her perfect breasts tumbled out. I stopped and looked at her, taking everything in and running my hands around her torso. She had the most beautiful body I had ever seen. She was lean but muscular with a thin waist and stomach, and beautiful breasts. They were probably a full B, but perfectly shaped with perky pink nipples. I pushed her onto her back on the bed and swung a leg over her so I was sitting, more or less, on top of her jeans waistband.
"I've never done anything like this with a woman before, but I've liked you for so long." This was the first time that I had slipped about my feelings.
"I was hoping it was you, the letter, you know? I've seen you staring at me, especially on the first day of class. You always seem to be trying to get my attention " I was shocked but it was the truth. I couldn't do anything but kiss her. My hands found her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect. My mouth found one and she lifted her body against my mouth, throwing one hand to the wall and the other to my shoulder.
"Wait," she said, pulling the back of my shirt over my head, "I want to feel you on my skin." I popped off my bra and she smiled. "Perfect," she said, reaching down for my breasts. I stopped her hand.
"No, no, no, this is all about you." We both smiled. My mouth found her again. My tongue flicked on her nipple, tracing circles around first the right and then the left. I reached down and rubbed her cunt through her jeans. Again her body lifted against my hand. I kissed my way down towards her pants, lingering around her belly button. I looked up and saw her staring back at me, biting her lower lip. I ran my hands down her thighs, kissing her through the fabric.
She was grinding herself against my body. "Please," she groaned while pulling me up towards her waist. I couldn't take her pants off fast enough. I tore through her button fly, pulling her jeans and panties off in one tug. She lifted her hips to help me. I stared at her trimmed pussy, examining with one finger. It's true what they say about redheads and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She was already really wet and I wanted nothing more than to taste her. I leaned down and licked her outer lips from bottom to top. She quickly sucked in air, filling her lungs. I found her clit and placed my mouth around it. Licking and flicking my tongue against it she was writhing underneath me. I spread her lips with my hands and licked her inside. I plunged my tongue deep into her and she let out a cry. I stopped and looked up, thinking that I had hurt her. There her gorgeous face was, head thrown back, with a look of utter content. I came slightly at the sight of her in pleasure that I had given her. I went back and stuck my tongue inside her, continuing my work. She moaned as I fucked her with my tongue, rubbing her clit with my other hand, for what seemed like an eternity. I found her special spot and could sense her orgasm mounting. She let out a sigh and a moan and her pussy contracted around my tongue. Her hot juices filled my mouth and I drank as much of it as I could.
"Oh my God Brynn! That was amazing! I've never felt anything like that before! I've never cum so hard," she gasped, sweaty and out of breath. I looked up at her, licking her juices off my face.
"I'm gonna go clean up." I started to move off the bed.
"No you're not, come over here." She slowly pulled herself up to me and kissed me more passionately than anyone else ever has. Thinking about what had just happened, I came again. Feeling this she pulled me in even closer, her nails digging into my back. This heightened my orgasm to ultimate intensity and felt unbelievable. We collapsed down onto the bed, me partially lying on her chest.
"You are so beautiful, I never though I could have you. You've just made all of my fantasies come true." I traced her lips with my finger and kissed her. She just continued smiling, her eyes shut. We fell asleep holding each other tightly.
A few hours later I woke up alone. I thought it was all a dream until I sat up and saw the red scratch marks on my back in the mirror across from my bed. I leapt up, pulled on a shirt, and walked out into the living room. Jackie was nowhere to be found. I sat down on the couch rubbing my face and hair in disbelief. Then I saw a handwritten note on the table. I picked it up and read:
Brynn- I had to go to a meeting. I took a shower, hope you don't mind. Thanks soooo much for the help with my homework. I'll be back around 9pm to help you with yours.
Hugs and kisses- Jackie
'Man,' I though, 'could this get any better?'
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