Welcome back to Caitlin’s story, she of rather brilliant website, Caitlain’s Corner. If straightforward sexual information is what you need, you will find it here. Meanwhile, Friday's post left Caitlin considering why it was that guys liked breasts so much…..right before she encountered her own first pair….
This should brighten up a dreary Monday.
Once again, if you are under 18 years of age, avert les yeux!
Your stories
Caitlain. Born 1985. Lost virginity aged 15.
‘I finally decided to make the next move and began unbuckling Nikki’s jeans. She was wearing a belt that was identical to mine, so it took no time to loosen it and unbutton her jeans. I attempted to slide them down over her ass, but in our current position, this proved to be a little more difficult than I was prepared for. Nikki reached down and pushed her pants down herself and we just laughed. Then Nikki undid my belt and pants, and we both got up and stepped out of our pants. Here we were, both of us standing there in our underwear, with our bodies exposed to each other. This felt incredibly intense, yet very tentative, not unlike the first time I had gone through a similar process with Matt. I pulled Nikki to me once again and we kissed some more, and I suddenly felt Nikki’s hand wandering south toward my pussy. I immediately got chill bumps, and Nikki just laughed. She finally got there and slid her hand between my legs and cupped my pussy – I jerked at the feeling. Nikki asked me if I ever played with myself down there, to which I of course answered “yes, frequently.” “Me, too,” she said, giggling. “Can you make yourself cum?” she asked. “Of course,” I said, not realizing at the time that many girls have problems achieving orgasms through masturbation.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?” she asked. I had tasted myself on my fingers after masturbating and on Matt’s lips after he’d gone down on me, so I answered affirmatively. “Me, too” she said, and then followed it up with, “I’ve always wondered what another girl would taste like.” I had to have blushed, though I doubt that Nikki could tell since it was relatively dark in the room we had commandeered. I told her that, though I’d never given that any thought, I suppose I, too, would be curious as to what another girl’s pussy might taste like. “Well, do you mind if I find out?” Nikki asked. “Oh my gosh,” I hesitated. At that very moment I wanted nothing more than for her to go down on me, my pussy was throbbing with anticipation. At the same time, though, I realized that we were entering uncharted territory and that if someone walked in on us, we would be incredibly embarrassed and I’d never be able to face my friends or anyone else at school afterward. Still, the heat of the moment demanded that I say no. And I did.
Nikki moved her way down my belly, kissing it as she moved southward. She got down onto her knees, and started pulling my panties off. I must have been about thirty shades of red. I could feel my face become flushed, and was glad that she was unable to see me fully. Not that I was embarrassed to be naked, but that I was naked and about to have sex with another girl. Nikki told me to pull my legs back so she could get to my pussy, and I obliged her. Nikki made a comment about how wet I was, and that I must be enjoying myself as much as she was. When her tongue and lips made contact with my pussy, I jerked again, but she didn’t let up one bit. She explored my pussy with the same hesitancy that Matt had exhibited the first time he made his way into the forbidden territory. This, of course, was not unexpected, given that this was her first trip into a pussy from that angle as well. She eventually made contact with my clit, however, and I let out a yelp, and tried to silence it as quickly as it had slipped out. I let out a muffled “Oh, Jesus,” and she responded just as anyone paying attention would be expected to once they’d found the special button that every girl knows as the center of her sexual universe. She spent maybe 30 seconds working my clit with her magical tongue and I sensed that warm tingliness that portends an orgasm, building deep within my being.
Instinctively, I reached down and pulled her face into my crotch even tighter and it seemed as though she intensified what she was doing just that much more. I distinctly remember thinking to myself that she had managed to bring about my orgasm so much faster than Matt had ever been able to, but attributed that to the fact that I knew this was forbidden territory. Still, my orgasm came about with an intensity that I have only rarely experienced, even in my most heated sexual encounters since that night.
It is amazing what someone can do with a talented tongue when it is applied effectively on a clit. In the hands of an appropriate master, the tongue can levy an incredible sensation, not unlike what I expect Nirvana to be like. I continued to pull Nikki’s into me, and I came all over her face as she continued to work her magic with her tongue – so much so that I had to stop her once my orgasm began to subside due to the extremely intense sensations that I was feeling. She stopped using her tongue on me and backed up. I just looked at her and told her that that was *the* most intense orgasm I had ever had. She climbed up on top of me and kissed me – she had my juices all over her face, and I could taste myself on her. She began to grind herself on my leg, and I stopped her. “Wait, I want to try doing that to you,” I told her, not wanting to pass up what at the time seemed like it might be my only opportunity to try something so taboo. She stood up and quickly dropped her panties, and told me that it won’t take much, and laid back on the couch next to me. I got up and moved to my knees, grabbed her knees and lifted them apart, and moved in for what was going to be my first taste of another girl. I, too, noticed how incredibly wet she was, and realized that if I didn’t perform correctly, she might not achieve the same results that I did, and it occurred to me how badly I would feel if that happened. No pressure.
I kissed my way up her leg, similar to what I had done when moving in to give Matt one of my excellent blowjobs, and I could feel her tense up with anticipation. I am not 100% sure that she wasn’t already on her way to the big O, but I knew I was going to do everything in my power to bring her off. I got to her pussy, and could smell the scent of sex. It is hard to characterize it, though I didn’t even attempt to do that then, but it is a musky scent that is unique to a girl’s private regions. I found the scent to be incredibly erotic, and this just made me all the more focused on making sure that Nikki came as powerfully as I did. I moved in and pushed my tongue in between her pussy lips and moved it up to hit her clit. She hollered something unintelligible, and I hoped that she would realize that if she kept that up we might be found out. Still, I attacked her clit with my tongue and lips, alternately sucking and licking it, and within a minute or so, Nikki, too, had her first girl-induced orgasm. Whether or not she’d taken the cue from me, she reached down and pulled my face into her crotch as she began to tense up and climb that mountain that can only be described by the word ‘orgasm’. I pushed my tongue against her clit and moved it in little circles and Nikki began to moan louder and her body began to get incredibly contorted. Finally, it broke loose. I remember thinking to myself how proud I was that I was, apparently, giving her the same intense pleasure that she had imparted into me, and continued to lick her clit until she, too, could take it no longer and pulled her waist back from my face. I pulled back, unsure of what I should do next, but then I remembered that she had kissed me when I was on my way down the other side of my orgasm, so I reciprocated.
As my lips met Nikki’s, we shared a very passionate, lingering kiss, savoring each other’s juices and smells. All the time I was thinking to myself that I hoped this was not the last time I ever got the opportunity to do this. I had enjoyed the tastes, the smells, the sounds, the *feeling* of having had such an intimate encounter with another girl. Perhaps the naughtiness of it made it so much more intense than it might otherwise have been, but I didn’t care. I had enjoyed it, and I was pretty sure Nikki had as well. Both of us just laid there for the next couple of minutes, I was wondering what we were going to do next. Nikki put her arms around me and held me, and I just luxuriated in the moment, unaware of anything else going on anywhere else on the planet.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked. Nikki just laughed out loud and said, “what do you think, silly? Oh, my god!” I just lay there for a moment. “What do we do now,” I asked. Nikki replied that she didn’t know, and wondered what I suggested. I said we should probably get dressed in case someone wandered in, but secretly thought to myself that if someone were to enter the room with two girls sitting alone in the dark, they could only think one thing. We began discussing how we were going to handle the “situation,” such as it was. This obviously changed our relationship, but how, we just couldn’t figure out. Though we didn’t bring up the subject of being girlfriends, Nikki did tell me that she had often daydreamed about being with me, in a platonic sort of way, during a couple of classes that we had together. She told me that she’d thought I was very pretty and liked the way I interacted with people, and wanted to be like that herself. I thanked her and told her that I didn’t know of anything I did differently than anyone else to the best of my knowledge, I was just being me. I told her that I had noticed her; but that she seemed so quiet that it never occurred to me that she was anything other than the shy, reserved type. We spent a good bit of time just talking, and occasionally sharing a kiss or two before we decided that we needed to get out of there.
As we put our clothes back on, we discussed the fact that we couldn’t tell anyone about what we had just done; it would be a secret only we would share. At that time, I was sure that I would never tell another living soul about what had just happened, while at the same time, hoping that I got the opportunity to do it again with either Nikki or another girl at some point. As I situated myself, I reached out and put my hands on Nikki’s face, and pulled her closer to me, and kissed her passionately again. She didn’t hesitate and kissed me back just as passionately. We spent another ten minutes making out, I could not believe how sexually charged it made me. I wanted to go another round, but knew that we would be missed if we stayed gone much longer. I told Nikki that she needed to go out first and I would follow shortly so that we didn’t appear to have been gone for the same amount of time to the same place. Nikki went to the bathroom next door to the room we were using and went back down to the party.
After she left and headed back, I went into the bathroom, sat down and cried, and thought about the meaning of all that I had just experienced. I was conflicted between the feelings that I had just experienced and the fear that I might be a lesbian. I had read various articles on the Internet about lesbians and knew that there was a stigma attached to that, not unlike what being a gay male engendered. At the time, of course, I was not aware of all of the ramifications of what had just transpired would bring about in my life. I knew, however, that I enjoyed the sex more with Nikki than I had with Matt, and wondered to myself if was going to be forced to just have sexual relations with guys in the future. I remember thinking to myself specifically that, if I could, I would have sex with both girls and guys in the future if the situations presented themselves, and wondered if I would ever get to ‘experiment’ with Nikki again. I spent a lot of time over the succeeding weeks thinking about what I had experienced.
I went back downstairs and rejoined the party. Nikki was talking with several other people and when she glanced my way, she smiled with a huge grin for which only I knew the full meaning. I wondered to myself if we were supposed to act friendly toward each other, or if that would be too obvious. I was completely unsure of what I was expected to do next. If it had been a guy, this would never have occurred in the first place, so I was at a total loss as to how to react. This was different, obviously, if for no other reason than the other half of the equation was a girl, and to the best of my knowledge, there were no two-girl relationships in my school. I certainly didn’t want to be the first and be the subject of all of the ridicule that would invite.
As midnight approached, most everyone was pairing off to have someone to kiss at the entrance of the New Year. One of the guys asked Nikki if she was going to kiss me, and she said she would if I would let her. Of course, I jumped at the chance inside, but I wanted to mask my enthusiasm outwardly and said I would let her give me a quick kiss on the lips. At the stroke of midnight, Nikki looked at me and grinned and kissed me dead on the mouth. Again, lots of hoots and hollers from the partygoers. This time, however, we just mashed lips in a sort of awkward kiss that left everyone, including me, somewhat disappointed.
As the party wound down in the wee hours of the morning, I entered the New Year completely unsure about where I was headed, what I was to become, how I felt about Nikki, sex with guys, sex with girls, and everything in between. I wanted so bad to be able to hold Nikki, call her mine and be able to enjoy her, but I was unsure if I felt that way simply because of the physical feelings I had as a result of our sexual encounter, or if there was more to it. I didn’t know if we would get back to school and Nikki would ignore me and pretend nothing happened, or if we would become close friends. I had trouble sleeping that night, replaying the entire episode in my head, and trying to determine the various scenarios that might play out over the next few weeks and months.’
