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This story is quite tame but there are mentions of: [Finger sucking] [Masturbation] [Dirty Talking]
Full disclosure: the original story did mention other parties but the version below has been edited to only focus on the sapphic nature of the story. Lmk if this isn’t allowed, I’d be happy to remove it. I just wanted to share the first time a girl was really into sucking my fingers 🥵 lmao

Winnie was the first to approach me after the sleepover. She had invited me to her place to hang out with some friends. “Just some pizza and a movie, nothing crazy,” she assured me.  

There were only a handful of people. Winnie looked really good. She was a stunning red head with a really sweet smile. She was normally very polite, the prim and proper type. But she barely spoke to me despite having invited me. I caught her staring at me several times, like she was observing.

When the movie started, I sat down first at one end of the couch. Winnie took the seat right next to me. As the movie went on, I felt the back of Winnie’s hand touch the back of mine. I immediately tried to move my hand but she quickly grabbed it. I sat very still. She eventually opted to hold my pinkie with hers. We didn’t have a blanket so anyone who cared to pay attention would have noticed. It seemed like everyone else was focused on the movie. Winnie pretended to do the same but I could see that she was nervous. Her chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths. I was suddenly aware of the sensitivity between my thighs.

The movie ended and people started to leave. I was about to do the same when Winnie started to chat me up about the movie. I could tell she was trying to keep me there. She asked if I wanted to watch another. I agreed. I took the same seat next to her. She slowly made contact with my hand again. This time, she took it into hers and started playing with it, slowly tracing my fingers and the lines on my palm. I could feel myself getting hot. 

/// I couldn’t make the first move. I wouldn’t let myself. I didn’t know what was going on. Despite the obvious tension, nothing had been explicitly done or said to confirm anything. So I kept my eyes forward. Until I felt her lift my hand and begin sucking on two of my fingers. A noise escaped me before I could stop myself. I looked over and Winnie’s eyes were closed as she took my fingers deeper in her mouth. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her tongue, the softness of the inside of her cheeks, the heat of her breath. She looked gorgeous as she held my wrist and slowly slid my fingers in and out of her mouth. Her lips were warm against my knuckles and her eyelashes fluttered each time my fingers reached the back of her throat. 

I was fully looking now, no longer pretending to watch the movie. I reached over with my other hand as she continued fucking her own mouth with my fingers. I could feel her heat through the fabric. I put the slightest bit of pressure and rubbed her slowly over her shorts. She whimpered softly. After a couple minutes, I pressed a little harder and she moaned around my fingers. 

Winnie finally stopped to take a breath. She looked at me and smiled. Her eyes were glossy and her lips looked wet and soft. I grabbed her face and kissed her. My hands moved to her hips and I found myself on top as things got heavier. She was an exceptional kisser. In no time at all, my head was swimming and I couldn’t think of anything but her mouth on mine. 

She took one of my hands and brought it back up to her mouth. I started to move my fingers in and out, slowly. Her tongue had my stomach in knots. She slipped one of her hands into her shorts and the other squeezed her tits. She moaned around my fingers as she played with herself. 

“I can hear how wet you are,” I thought out loud

“Yeah? Do you like it?”

“You’re making my mouth water.”

She groaned. I could hear her hand move faster. I really liked that she liked hearing me say that. I pulled her tank top up and played with her nipples. I started whispering in her ear about how I would eat her out. How I imagined what she tasted like. How I could smell how horny she was. 

“Your lips are so slick right now, aren’t they”

“Yeah, so fucking slippery.”

“Is your little clit hard?”

“And sensitive. It feels so good.”

“God, I wanna suck on it. Stroke it for me. Imagine I’m sucking your clit.”

This little call and response, the desperate whispers, the moans in between our words, was making us feral. I told her what I wanted to do to her, what to do to herself, how pretty she looked, how pretty she sounded. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

I licked her neck and bit down slightly. She came immediately at the sensation. She kept rubbing herself through it. Her moans made my pussy ache even more. I watched her expression as she shuddered. She really was gorgeous. 

“That was so fucking hot.” I said, breaking the silence. We laughed and sat up. She was kind of in my lap, her arm around my shoulders, as we kept flirting.

“Let’s do this again,” she said, “I want to try everything we were talking about.”

Cheerleaders came to me to figure out their sexuality: Part 3 [FFM]
I’m giving individual titles to the stories that can be read as standalones. Of course, they are still part of the series, if you wish to read them together.

Mentions of: [Lesbian] [Semi-public] [Cuckold] [FF_M]
Everyone in this story was at or over the age of 18 at the time of occurrence.
If you don’t care about the build-up, you can skip to the spice at ///. Part 3 of ?

Winnie was the first to approach me after the sleepover. She had invited me to her place to hang out with some friends. “Just some pizza and a movie, nothing crazy,” she assured me.  

There were only a handful of people. Some girls I recognized from the sleepover. Some guys too. One of them was Winnie’s boyfriend, Chris. He was actually super cool. We ended up talking a lot about classic rock. Tan, tall, lean, curly brown hair, freckles, a really warm presence. I could see why she liked him. They looked good together. She was a stunning red head with a really sweet smile. She was normally very polite, the prim and proper type. But she barely spoke to me despite having invited me. I caught her staring at me and Chris several times. They weren’t looks of jealousy though. It was more like she was observing.

When the movie started, I sat down first at one end of the couch. Winnie took the seat right next to me. Chris took the seat next to her. His hand rested on her thigh. As the movie went on, I felt the back of Winnie’s hand touch the back of mine. I immediately tried to move my hand but she quickly grabbed it. I sat very still. She eventually opted to hold my pinkie with hers. We didn’t have a blanket so anyone who cared to pay attention would have noticed. It seemed like everyone else was focused on the movie. Winnie pretended to do the same but I could see that she was nervous. Her chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths. Then, I caught a glimpse of Chris’ face. He was facing forward, but his eyes were definitely on our hands. 

Chris had such an interesting expression. It was so soft and still, like he didn’t want to interrupt or influence what was going on. Lips lightly parted, eyes fascinated but careful not to disturb. I looked down to his hand on Winnie’s thigh. His grip was soft but higher up than before. Completely still. I was suddenly aware of the sensitivity between my thighs.

The movie ended and people started to leave. I was about to do the same when Chris started to chat me up about the movie. I could tell he was trying to keep me there. Winnie was saying goodbye to the others. When the three of us were alone, Chris asked if I wanted to watch another. I agreed. I let them sit down first. They sat next to each other again so I took the same seat next to Winnie. She slowly made contact with my hand again. This time, she took it into hers and started playing with it, slowly tracing my fingers and the lines on my palm. I could feel myself getting hot. 

/// I couldn’t make the first move. I wouldn’t let myself. I didn’t know what was going on but she had a boyfriend. Despite the obvious tension, nothing had been explicitly done or said to confirm anything. So I kept my eyes forward. Until I felt her lift my hand and begin sucking on two of my fingers. A noise escaped me before I could stop myself. I looked over and Winnie’s eyes were closed as she took my fingers deeper in her mouth. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her tongue, the softness of the inside of her cheeks, the heat of her breath. She looked gorgeous as she held my wrist and slowly slid my fingers in and out of her mouth. Her lips were warm against my knuckles and her eyelashes fluttered each time my fingers reached the back of her throat. 

Chris and I were fully looking now, no longer pretending to watch the movie. I reached over with my other hand as she continued fucking her own mouth with my fingers. Chris didn’t move his hand from her thigh. I could feel her heat through the fabric. I put the slightest bit of pressure and rubbed her slowly over her shorts. She whimpered softly. After a couple minutes, I pressed a little harder and she moaned around my fingers. Chris involuntarily moaned in response. It was quiet, but we all heard it. Winnie stopped, took my fingers out of her mouth, and pointed to the floor in front of the couch. 

“Sit,” she said calmly. Chris stood up and sat in front of the couch with his hands on his knees and his back to us. Everything made sense now. 

Winnie finally turned to look at me and smiled. Her eyes were glossy and her lips looked wet and soft. I grabbed her face and kissed her. My hands moved to her hips and I found myself on top as things got heavier. She was an exceptional kisser. In no time at all, my head was swimming and I couldn’t think of anything but her mouth on mine. 

She took one of my hands and brought it back up to her mouth. I started to move my fingers in and out, slowly. Her tongue had my stomach in knots. She slipped one of her hands into her shorts and the other squeezed her tits. She moaned around my fingers as she played with herself. 

“I can hear how wet you are,” I thought out loud

“Yeah? Do you like it?”

“You’re making my mouth water.”

She groaned. I could hear her hand move faster. I really liked that she liked hearing me say that. I pulled her tank top up and played with her nipples. I started whispering in her ear about how I would eat her out. How I imagined what she tasted like. How I could smell how horny she was. 

“Your lips are so slick right now, aren’t they”

“Yeah, so fucking slippery.”

“Is your little clit hard?”

“And sensitive. It feels so good.”

“God, I wanna suck on it. Stroke it for me. Imagine I’m sucking your clit.”

This little call and response, the desperate whispers, the moans in between our words, was making us feral. I told her what I wanted to do to her, what to do to herself, how pretty she looked, how pretty she sounded. The fact that Chris was sitting right there, hearing all of it, made it feel crazy.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

I licked her neck and bit down slightly. She came immediately at the sensation. She kept rubbing herself through it. Her moans made my pussy ache even more. I watched her expression as she shuddered. She really was gorgeous. 

“That was so fucking hot.” I said, breaking the silence. We laughed and sat up. She was kind of in my lap, her arm around my shoulders. We kept flirting, almost forgetting that Chris was there, still facing the movie (the credits were rolling now lol). 

“Let’s do this again,” she said, “I want to try everything we were talking about. And I know Chris would like to hear all of it. Right?”

Chris took that as permission and finally turned around to face us. “Yeah,” he breathed out, “I’d like that.” He was flushed and his hands were in his lap now, trying to cover his obvious hard-on. 

Winnie chuckled sweetly. The look they shared was interesting. I was expecting a traditional humiliation sort of cuck dynamic. But it wasn’t that. If I had to describe it, I’d say it was a look of mutual gratitude. Like she was thanking him for letting her do this and he was thanking her for letting him do (or not do) the same. It was odd but really tender and sweet. I didn’t ask about it. 

Part 1
Part 2

Mentions of: [Lesbian] [Group] [Voyeurism] [Power Play] [Light Degradation]

Everyone in this story was at or over the age of 18 at the time of occurrence.
There is a lot of background, everything makes more sense with it but if you don’t care about the build-up, you can skip to the spice at ///. Part 2 of ?

After our study session, Holly and I hung out more. It was nice getting to know her and she was easy to be with. We would talk in class more than before. Eventually, her friends joined in on our friendly chats too. There I was, work boots and all, chatting with half the cheerleaders like we were all besties. 

Then, came the sleepover. A bunch of the cheerleaders were crashing at one of their houses for fun. Holly insisted that I come. When I arrived, I was warmly greeted and pulled towards the basement where everyone was gathered. I sat down on the floor next to Holly and was handed a cup of something pink and lemony. We spent the night chatting, laughing, and sipping. Some girls were doing each other’s nails or braiding hair. Movies played in the background. It was actually really nice. 

As the night wore on, about half the girls went to sleep, leaving several of us to get more tipsy. As expected, the conversation got more raunchy. Both Holly and I were a little reserved during this. While it wasn’t out of the ordinary for me to be quiet, it was for Holly and the others picked up on it quickly. 

“Has anyone here ever kissed a girl though?” Someone asked the group in a lowered voice.

The room went silent. Only the sound of the TV murmured in the background. It felt like all eyes were glaring in our direction. I couldn’t tell if they were on me, Holly, or both of us. I took her silence as a call for help and decided to offer myself up. To my peers, it was never a secret that I wasn’t straight. 

“I actually prefer kissing girls,” I stated with fake nonchalance. 

That sparked an influx of questions. Some were definitely more curious than others. I tried to keep my answers concise and vague. Holly still hadn’t said a word. I tried to diffuse the situation and move on to the next topic. But her teammates knew her too well. 

“Holly, you’re being really quiet,” chimed Alice. I don’t remember if she was the head cheerleader but she definitely led the charge in this conversation. “Are you not curious about girls at all?”

“I guess I never thought about it,” Holly lied. 

“Or do you already know what it feels like?” Alice quipped back. Holly flushed a bright red. 

“Oh come on, we know you guys are fucking!” she let out, “It’s fine, it’s not that taboo anymore, at least not here. I’m just surprised you’re the first one out of all of us.”

Holly and I were both flustered at this point.

“Okay first of all, we’re not fucking. We just make out sometimes.” Holly retorted, “And what’s that supposed to mean, who would be the first then?”

“You’re just so sweet and innocent. I didn’t expect you to want to… experiment, I guess.” Alice answered, “I kinda want to see it.”

At this point, a couple more girls left to sleep in the other room. They giggled at the handful who stayed, particularly Alice, jokingly telling her to have fun. I guess this type of behavior was on brand for her. As the door to the other room shut, the tension among the remaining group became painfully evident. 

/// “Well,” Alice playfully started, “Why don’t you give us a live demonstration?”

I looked over at Holly. Her expression had changed. She looked at me with a half nervous, half turned-on look that made me forget how to breathe for a moment. She straddled my lap and we started making out. Slowly at first, but it quickly turned hungry. My hands gripped her waist while she buried her fingers in my hair. Being watched had never crossed my mind before but knowing that six other girls were right there, close enough to reach out and touch us, was turning me on beyond belief. I think it turned Holly on too. Her kisses were extra sloppy, and she was being more submissive than usual, which really surprised me. My hands moved to her ass and I pulled her to me. She sighed as her legs opened wider and she pressed herself into me. I could feel her heat through her shorts. 

“Holy shit,” Alice muttered, snapping us out of it. “And you guys haven’t fucked?” 

Holly chuckled against my lips and shook her head. I took a look at our audience and they were silent, panting. I looked at Alice. Her lips were slightly parted to accommodate her ragged breaths. The ends of her long dirty blond hair rose and fell as her chest heaved. She was around the same height as Holly but was slimmer. She was a flyer on the team, if I remember correctly. While maintaining eye contact with Alice, I started to kiss Holly’s neck. I could feel her melting in my arms. 

“Holly, tell us how it feels,” Alice instructed. She had the horniest expression.

It took a minute for Holly to find the words as I licked and kissed her neck and ears. 

“So fucking good,” She was able to get out. This was not descriptive enough for Alice. After some back and forth, Holly finally cracked and told Alice to see for herself. She did not need to be told twice. Holly slinked off my lap and Alice took her place. She wasted no time getting to it. 

If I had to describe kissing Holly, I would say it was passionate. There was a deep yearning with something under the surface that sometimes restrained us but fighting against that restraint made it hot and heavy. We were so painfully aware of every movement, every sensation, every breath. Probably because we were so similar. 

On the other hand, Alice was completely uninhibited, slutty may even be the right word. She was desperate and didn’t care who saw it. In fact, she wanted people to see. She knew what she wanted and was going to take it. Her kisses were sloppy and hot. She let her tongue run wild with mine. 

This was the first time I had been so blatantly objectified, being used just to see what kissing a girl would feel like. Nobody had even asked me what I thought before we started. I was simply a form of entertainment. As someone who normally likes to be in control, I was surprisingly okay with it. But something about Alice made me want to put her in her place. She was a little too desperate. She was in a horny frenzy, basically tongue fucking my mouth while she moaned softly. 

I pulled her hair slightly, to keep her from devouring my face for a moment. She moaned out loud at the tug. There was a collective inhale in the room. She was unphased, still desperate and panting. 

“You just do whatever you want, don’t you?” I said to her quietly.

Her eyes went a little wide before I turned her around. She was sitting in front of me, between my legs. I had one arm hugging her to me so her back was pressed to my chest. My other hand gripped her thigh. My fingertips rubbed against the inside of her thigh, slowly inching towards her heat. She trembled slightly. 

I’m not really into degradation or humiliation but something was brewing inside of me that night. I wouldn’t call myself a sadist, this was definitely a rare occurrence for me.

“Is this okay? Doing this with your friends watching?” I asked playfully in her ear. She nodded.

“Wait … you like it, don’t you?” I toyed. She nodded again. I could feel her heart hammer away. 

“You have such nice friends who look out for you,” I continued, “Even when you’re such a desperate, horny mess.” Her thigh quivered in my hand and her legs began to close.

“Oh we can’t have that. Don’t wanna disappoint your friends, right?” 

I looked at Holly and the others and asked them to help her keep her legs open. They were all panting with their thighs pressed together. Holly and a couple others inched closer to lay a hand on each of Alice’s legs to keep them spread. She whimpered at their touch. 

“You’re probably so wet right now. Do you want to show us?” 

She nodded. I slipped my hand into her shorts. I lightly dragged the tip of my finger through her folds. She gasped. I showed her and the others how much my finger glistened with her wetness. Everyone stared, wide eyed. Without taking her eyes off of my finger, Holly told me to fuck Alice. I looked at everyone else. Their eyes were dark and pleading with me to keep going. I could not believe this situation I was in. I had a pretty girl melting in my arms while six others were egging me on to fuck her in front of them. Even writing about it now is insane. 

“Is that what you want too? For me to fuck you right here?” I quietly asked Alice. She nodded. I told her I needed to hear her say it.

“Please,” She barely managed to whisper, “I really want it.”

I slid my hand back into her shorts and grazed her clit ever so slightly. She was unbelievably wet and her clit was so swollen and hard. The slightest touch made her cry out. When I finally started fucking her, I had to use my other hand to cover her mouth so she wouldn’t wake the others. I fucked her slowly, but really hard and deep. My fingers were knuckle deep in her pussy. She was so wet, every thrust made such a filthy sound. Holly and two of the other girls still had a hand spreading her legs and were touching themselves with the other. I watched Holly with her hand down her shorts, while I had mine down Alice’s. She was fucking herself with the same rhythm. Alice started to get closer. Her moans got more uninhibited so I stuck my fingers in her mouth so she could suck them. Her pussy tightened up. She was leaking like crazy. Two of the other girls who were just watching came closer to play with Alice’s nipples through her shirt. She was losing it. I grinded the palm of my hand into her clit. I fucked her harder, reaching as deep as I could, curling my fingers inside her. She came hard. Her thighs shook uncontrollably. Her muffled moans sounded animalistic. She gushed all over my fingers before slumping into my chest. Holly didn’t break eye contact with me as she kept fucking herself. She maintained the slow, rough rhythm. I slid my hand out of Alice's shorts and licked my fingers clean. That pushed Holly over the edge and she shuddered from her orgasm. She quickly covered her mouth with her other hand to stifle her moans. I wanted to clean her up so badly.

All of us stayed and debriefed for a little while as we waited for Alice to come back to life in my arms. When she came to, they all took turns teasing and cheering her on. It was like I was watching them debrief after practice or something. It was oddly sweet. 

I’m so bad at ending these but thanks for reading! This was definitely the inciting incident with this story so I might end up writing more but we’ll see how I feel haha

I was outside waiting for a ride and it was absolutely frigid. Freezing, windy, the kind of cold that bites your cheeks.

As I was standing there waiting, I started getting turned on. I didn’t know why. My knees kept feeling weak and it was getting harder to control my breathing. It was so cold that my fingers and toes hurt but then I realized that my nipples really hurt too. Then, I remembered that I had gotten them pierced only a couple weeks before. The cold was freezing the metal to the point of hurting.

Every time the wind picked up or a shiver ran through me, my nipples ached and I could feel myself get hornier and hornier. The piercings were a great investment, to say the least.

Mentions of: [Lesbian] [Power Play] [Edging]
Everyone in this story was at or over the age of 18 at the time of occurrence.
There is a lot of background, everything makes more sense with it but if you don’t care about the build-up, you can skip to the spice at ///. This story is quite tame/wholesome but it leads to more. Part 1 of ?

I’ve (F) always been quiet, but I don’t mind chatting with anyone who initiates. In school, I was a bit of a floater. I’d always done my own thing and tagged along with people whenever I felt like it. As a result, I wasn’t exclusive to any one group and had a collection of acquaintances from different circles. 

My reputation amongst the cheerleaders started with Holly (F). She was only a couple inches taller than me, sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and athletic with really great legs. We had a lot of classes together and she often went out of her way to talk to me. It was always small talk but, nevertheless, warm. 

One day, she asked to do homework together in the library after school. At first glance, we were an odd pair. She had her lip gloss and pleated skirts. On the other hand, beat up boots and baggy jeans were more my speed. I’m petite, slim, and pretty androgynous. Depending on how I dress, I can look feminine or tomboyish. But, I usually lean towards the latter. At the time of this story, I had long dark hair and dressed kind of grungy I guess. 

The atmosphere was a little awkward. It seemed like she wanted to talk but being in the library tamped that down. I wasn’t used to her being quiet. Holly was normally very bubbly. I could tell she was restless: fidgeting, constantly glancing over at me. I just kept offering reassuring smiles and making up questions about the homework to ease her urge to chitchat. We did homework together like this a few times after. 

A couple weeks later, she asked if I wanted to study with her, this time at her house. I agreed. After school, she drove us to her place. She was being her normal, lively self until we stepped inside. She seemed nervous. I looked around to see if there was anyone I should greet. 

“No one’s home, actually,” she stated, a little too eagerly. That’s when I had an inkling that she might have an ulterior motive. I wrote it off, thinking my ego was getting the best of me.

We were sitting on her bedroom floor, books in our laps. I was starting to feel comfortable in the silence when she suggested we take a break. We were sitting side by side, her leg was almost touching mine. I wondered if she had been sitting that close to me the whole time.  

“So are you going out with anyone?” she asked. I raised an eyebrow. 

“That’s kind of random,” I laughed, “But no, I’m not. Are you?”

“No, no,” she laughed back, “I was just curious. You don’t really talk about yourself.”

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“When’d you know you liked girls?” 

I didn’t answer right away. I held her gaze. She was trying to maintain her composure, feigning an innocent curiosity. But I could feel the tension underneath her seemingly carefree expression. There was a look in her eye, a subtle signal she both hoped and feared I would pick up on. I decided I was game.

“Always. I never questioned it. Guys, girls, whatever,” I answered. 

She looked surprised, “Oh, you’re bi?”

“Yeah, I guess. Most people assume I’m lesbian but… ” I just shrugged. 

“Do you have a preference?”

“Girls, for sure” I said, “What about you?”

“I’ve had a boyfriend but,” she hesitated, “I don’t know.”

“Is that why I’m here?” I asked, plainly. She let my question hang in the air for a little while.

“I’m sorry,” she quickly countered, “I just don’t know who to talk to about this. I thought you might be a good person to…” she trailed off and our eyes met. Her cheeks flushed and she refocused straight ahead, “but I think you confuse me.”

“Confuse you, how?”

“I don’t know,” she sounded emotional and I felt bad. The side of her leg made contact with mine. I could hear her labored breaths. We sat like that for several minutes. I rested my hand on top of hers. 

“Is this okay?” I asked. She nodded. My heart hammered in my chest. 

She looked at me again, her eyes pleading. I was trying to let her set the pace, but I knew she’d hit a wall. 

/// “Do you want me to kiss you?” I asked. She looked at me for a few moments, like she was gearing up to rip off a bandage, and leaned in quickly to kiss me. 

She was tense and breathing quite hard. Her kisses were tight-lipped, hurried, and, honestly, not good. I knew her nerves were getting the best of her. I held the sides of her face. 

“It’s okay. There’s no rush.” I quietly said against her lips. 

She let out a deep breath, “I’m sorry, I swear I’m better at this. I just…” 

“I know. Here,” and I started to take over. 

I gently kissed her bottom lip, then her top, and slowly alternated between the two until I could feel her soften in my hands. She sighed and I lightly traced the inside of her lip with my tongue. She responded by parting her lips more and kissing me back, grazing my tongue with hers. 

She gained some confidence but was still hesitant to touch me. To take some pressure off, I straddled her lap. Her breathing deepened and her hands found my waist. She pulled me in close and her kisses grew hungry. I could tell how much this was turning her on and it made me ache. I decided to throw her a bone and moved her hands to feel my tits over my shirt. I’m on the smaller side, but they fit into two satisfying handfuls. She paused for a second just to squeeze them and I chuckled at her awed expression. I tried to keep my cool while she felt me up. It was making me feel some type of way though. Eventually, she pulled me in by the back of my neck to kiss her.  

I’ve mentioned/implied in my other stories that I have a strong preference to top. I’m not usually comfortable with being on the receiving end during sex. My decision to bottom is highly dependent on who my partner is/what the vibe is.

Holly’s movements became more assertive. Since this was her first time with a girl, I wanted her to have the flexibility to explore the concept at her own pace with light guidance at first. But now that she seemed confident and into it, I decided to take the reins. I flipped us over so she was underneath me with her legs wrapped around my waist. She seemed a bit surprised but quickly understood the situation. Her hands were buried in my hair, pulling my lips to hers. I gripped her ass and rocked her hips into me. We started grinding and moaning, my pussy was soaked. After a while, she started muttering curses but before she could cum, she flipped us over so she was back on top. 

She started kissing and licking my neck in a frenzy while she gripped my waist. I let out an unexpected moan. I was surprised at how easily I melted under her touch. Something about Holly made me feel more open. Something about her made me want to let her touch me. Maybe it was how earnest or gentle or attentive she was. It was like I could see the electrical activity in her brain whenever I let her touch me. I could feel how horny she got just from seeing my responses to her touch. I realized she was exactly like me. She was getting off on getting me off. Well, what happens if I also get off on getting her off? You get the hottest, most frustrating stalemate.

We made out for literally 2 or 3 (honestly maybe 4) hours. All of our clothes stayed on. We were simply too fucking feral to work out the logistics of undressing. It was hours of kissing, biting, licking all of the skin we could get to. Our hands were just gripping and groping anything we could get our hands on. She was so soft and pretty. I loved how responsive and vocal she was. I couldn’t get enough of her. And it seemed like she couldn’t get enough of me. She was making me feel kinda soft and pretty too. We kept grinding and moaning all over each other until we would get so close to cumming and then one of us would wrestle the other to regain control again. It’s odd, it wasn’t even a competitive thing. It wasn’t to avoid cumming first. We were just feeding off of each other. Every time we would edge ourselves and wrestle for the top, we got even hornier, more desperate, and everything would feel even more intense. 

I felt like I was going insane. Eventually, my patience ran out and I needed to see her unravel. It was all I could think about. But, I didn’t want to touch her pussy directly with my fingers yet. We had avoided that the whole time and I figured it was because she wasn’t ready for it quite yet. Which was fine, there were many other ways to get what I wanted. We were kneeling on the floor. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me so she was straddling one of my thighs. I had one arm snaked up her back, my hand holding the back of her neck to keep her in place. With my other hand, I gripped her hip and rocked her pussy into my thigh. She was wearing a skirt and her panties were completely soaked though. Her wetness made a mess on my jeans. Her moans came from somewhere deep. She rested her forehead against mine and kept grinding herself into my thigh desperately. It was so fucking cute and made me ache. She started to get close and I could see her thinking. I didn’t want her to think. I just wanted her to let go and feel good. 

“Don’t stop,” I told her quietly, “I need to see you cum. Can you cum for me?”

She nodded. Her eyes looked so soft and warm. Like she was putting herself in my hands. Then, she came undone. I pulled her close to me as she shuddered. Her thighs tightened around mine. She kept thrusting her hips through her orgasm. The sounds she made were so fucking sexy. I was so worked up, I came right there with her. We held each other tightly as we both came down. We laughed and talked for a bit. We hung out a lot after that.

I’m gonna end this here because this post is already long. But I think I’ll write additional parts since this is only the beginning of a longer story lmao. If you got this far, thanks for reading!!!

Mentions of: [Lesbian] [Overstimulation] [Femdom]

If there’s one thing to know about me (F19), it’s this: I love eating pussy. I could go all day. In fact, that could literally be the only thing I get to do in bed and I would be beyond satisfied. One of the only women who could keep up with my oral fixation was Grace (F21). 

She was really pretty: a few inches taller than me, a dainty feminine build, freckles, long amber hair. She honestly looked like a princess or something. She had such a sweet face. A real contrast to her demeanor: reserved and cold. You could never tell what she was thinking. Just my type. I can’t help it. Something about girls like that just makes me want to see what’s on the other side of that icy exterior. Well, I caught a glimpse of Grace’s other side once and I was hooked. 

In the days following our first hook up, we didn’t see each other outside of work. And even at work, she acted like nothing had happened. No sly smiles, no extra glances, no flirty remarks. Just that same ice-cold expression on her pretty face if we happened to make eye contact. After a couple weeks, she finally texted me: “Come over?” 

I got there that afternoon. Grace answered the door in a white sundress. I don’t know why but pretty girls in sundresses make me especially weak. She didn’t even bother with pleasantries, she just grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. I shut the door behind us and kissed her, pressing her up against the wall. It was a blur of lips and tongue. Her breath in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough. Hot and heavy never described anything more accurately. Something about her made me feel like I was on fire. I reached under her dress and ran my finger along her slit, through the soaked fabric of her panties. She gasped. I stopped kissing her to watch her expression as I slowly teased her. Her lips slightly parted, eyes almost asking me for more. 

I must’ve had a cocky smile on my face or something because she snapped out of it and pushed me backwards to the bed. She straddled my lap and kissed me hungrily while unbuttoning my shirt. I was pulling her dress up so I could reach underneath again when she grabbed my wrist to stop me. 

“No, I want you first. You didn’t even take your bra off last time.” She said softly.

“That’s only because you were so greedy,” I teased, “and don’t act like you didn’t get exactly what you wanted.”

She scoffed, “Well, I still didn’t get to see you… or touch you, actually. So I get right of way,” and she started to undress me again.

I stopped her. “Well, first of all, you didn’t ask to. Second of all, you left me hanging for the past two weeks. You gave me nothing. Rude as hell.” 

Grace cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow, as if she had conceded and was waiting for my demands. She was fighting a smile. God, this girl was cute. I wanted to see more.

I flipped us over so that I was on top and leaned in close, “I get to do what I want this time. Okay?” 

She barely nodded, her breathing shallow. I pulled her dress up and over, leaving her in just her panties. I took my sweet time licking, kissing, biting, and sucking every inch of her. Her neck, her ears, her breasts, her waist, down her stomach, getting lower and lower. She was panting at this point. 

“Come on,” she whined. 

I obliged and slipped her panties off. Then, I slowly kissed up the inside of her thighs. 

“Come ooon,” she whined again. The once aloof, untouchable princess was starting to melt into soft putty in my hands. It was adorable and made me so fucking horny. I lightly dragged my tongue along her glistening pussy lips. She whimpered. Something about Grace amped up the dominant part of me. This girl, who was normally so cautious and reserved: How much was she willing to show me? How far would she let me go? I wanted to experience her at her softest, most fragile state. I wanted to bask in her warmth. A warmth rarely seen by others. I desperately wanted to know that side of her.

“Ask nicely,” I told her softly. She didn’t respond for a few moments. I kept dragging the tip of my tongue back and forth, barely touching her slit, waiting.

“Please,” she finally whispered.

I slipped my tongue deep into her pussy. Even her moans were pretty. Breathy and slightly lower than her speaking voice. Hearing them made my pussy ache. Her hands were on the back of my head, her hips rocked with a steady rhythm, pressing my tongue deeper into herself. In and out, fucking my mouth. I let her. I slowly rubbed her clit while my tongue filled her over and over. She was close. Her rhythm got sloppy and her hands became preoccupied with her tits. I grabbed her ass, pulled her closer, and started to tongue fuck her harder. I curled upwards and she quickly inhaled before going mute. I rubbed her clit hard with my thumb and she cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around my tongue. I made her cum several more times with just my tongue. I didn’t want to use my fingers just yet. 

I wanted her absolutely dripping, clit raw, pussy so needy that it contracted around nothing. I wanted her in the right state of mind to beg. When she did get to that point, I wasn’t prepared for how pretty she was. She was flushed all over, glowing, sweaty. A sweet slight smile. Her eyes slightly dazed but still fixed on me warmly. It made my stomach flip. 

I pulled her up so she was facing me, straddling my lap, and kissed her hard. Tasting herself on my lips turned her on even more. Our kisses got even sloppier. She softly sucked on my tongue, it was so fucking hot. Her body was so sensitive. Even the slightest graze rewarded me with a soft moan. So I indulged myself by worshipping every inch of her breasts and neck. She was drooling. I let it coat my tongue and kissed her. So fucking cute. I teased her pussy with the tip of my finger. I dragged it back and forth, just grazing her entrance like I did before. She tried to grab my hand to do it herself. I stayed put.

“Grace, you have to ask nicely,” I reminded her gently as I rested my forehead against hers.

“Please,” she whispered. It didn’t take her as long this time so I pushed a little more.

“Please, what?”

“Please… your fingers,” she was almost in a daze. More than enough for me. I could feel my pussy leak every time the words left her mouth.

I slowly filled her with two fingers. She moaned into my mouth. Her pussy was already twitching and squeezing all around my fingers. She was so wet and squeezing so tightly, it felt like my fingers were being pushed out. She came quickly on my fingers, gushing everywhere. I fucked her through her orgasm, so much of her wetness squirted out. Her hips bucked with each thrust. It was so fucking hot. I made her cum like that a couple more times until she couldn’t sit upright anymore.

I dragged my fingers across her lips. Grace took them in her mouth and sucked her wetness off. Seeing her like this, feeling her tongue with my fingers, smelling her, tasting her, I was completely intoxicated. I was so fucking horny and wanted more. I was insatiable and she got off on testing her body’s endurance. We were a perfect match. 

She was on her knees, face down, ass up. I knew she was close to her limit. I wanted to push her just a little more. I took my belt off and restrained her wrists behind her back with it. I laid a pillow flat between her knees so it would be harder to close her legs. 

“Can you cum a little more for me?”

She nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. 

She looked so fucking sexy in this position. With her ass up and legs spread, her pussy was on display for me. Pink, raw, pulsating, dripping. I swear my mouth waters just thinking about it. I ate that pussy like my life depended on it. She moaned uncontrollably, legs shaking, pussy gushing into my mouth. I made her cum a couple more times before her legs gave out. I think I finally got my fill that time around.

Anyways, I was just consumed by this memory and the general thought of eating pussy so I needed to write it in one go and get it out. I hope someone enjoys this messy story. Thanks for reading!