GENRE: Lesbian Erotic Romance
LENGTH: 5,386 words
While packing to move out of my parents’ home and in with my girlfriend Stephanie, I find my old diary. Curious, I stop to read what I wrote all those years ago. The pages document my first sexual encounter with another girl.
Reading my own words gets me hot and bothered. I wonder what my girlfriend would think of my sexual exploits? Each entry is steamier than the last. The only way to know what Stephanie would say is to share my past with her, and hopefully create new erotic experiences together.
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
That was the start of what was to become the norm for me. I didn’t realize it at the time but being with Stephanie was the beginning of me becoming aware of my sexuality. I became conscious of the fact I didn’t like boys and was much more comfortable hanging out with girl friends. I had no desire to kiss a boy or even fantasize about going out with one.
One night when Stephanie was sleeping over, she came on to me. At first we were just wrestling around in bed. We’d begun by tickling each other and then suddenly she was on top of me and neither of us spoke. We just stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like a long time and then she bent down and kissed me on the lips.
It was like a bolt of lightning seared through me. I loved it, loved the softness of her mouth on mine, her weight on me, and the feel of her small breasts crushing my own. When her hand slipped down between my thighs I felt my breathing stop. I was both terrified and excited of what was to happen.
She stared into my eyes as her hand stole in between my legs. She wiggled her wrist around indicating I should open them. I did. A whimper escaped me as she touched my slit. Then she was in and out of my folds, my pussy was wet with desire as she located my clit and rubbed at it.
I was so turned on I came almost instantly. I grabbed at her and threw her on her back. I ravaged her body, raining kisses everywhere, and when I made my way down to her pussy, I nuzzled in, licking and tasting her sweet nectar, fingering her and touching every inch of her body, loving the way she felt, the contours of her body, and the softness of her flesh.
We lay together that night holding each other and finally admitting we were different.