Awakened: Five First Lesbian Sex Erotica Stories

by Nancy Brockton

  From that position it was astounding. Her mouth was intense. Men who’d gone down on me before had gone down on me in a way that always made it a prelude to something else happening. It was always a step on the journey, and sometimes what seemed like a reluctant step. It wasn’t that way with Marlena at all. She licked and sucked on my clit and thrust her tongue into me as though it were the final act. It was intense, absolutely wonderful and overwhelming. Her mouth seemed to be everywhere on me and in me, all at once. I moaned loudly and she kept it up, her tongue working wonders. I stared down at her. Her dark, dark, dark brown hair hung over her face but I could see her mouth working, and her eyes had this expression of absolute joy as she ran her tongue up and down my slit.

  It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. And, it was also strangely sexy because her ass was in the air and I could see a tiny little heart tattoo right at the top of her left ass cheek, and I don’t know why I focused on that tattoo but as her tongue worked on me I found myself getting so damned close that I moaned like I was some kind of slut. Her hands never stopped moving along my thighs, never stopped running up and down and squeezing. All the while, her mouth drove me absolutely crazy until I finally cried out and my body slammed up against her face. She held me, held me right in place there as she continued to lick. I couldn’t believe the sensations running through my body and I couldn’t believe that it had been a woman who’d done it. It was beautiful and wonderful, and I pushed my hips up to meet her tongue and her mouth and I moaned like a complete and utter slut.

  It was strange because she seemed to know how to extend my orgasm with her mouth, without letting me get so sensitive that I had to ask her to stop. Her mouth moved down and she used her tongue like it was a little dick, pushing it in, thrusting over and over, and then occasionally moving back up to suck at my clit so that spirals of pleasure would course through me again. She’d keep that up until just at the point I was ready to beg her to stop and then move back down, thrusting her tongue into me. It was crazy. I was pretty sure it was the longest orgasm that I’d ever experienced and it didn’t look like there were any signs that it was going to stop. She kept it up for what seemed like forever before she finally pulled her mouth away.

  A moment later her fingers were inside of me, pushing in hard and fast. It was beautiful. I groaned and moaned and eventually began writhing on the couch, trying to get away from the stimulation. Only then did she stop. She pulled her fingers out, leaned down, and put her lips over my clit, not sucking, not licking but just keeping them there for two or three minutes. After that, she pulled her mouth away completely, climbed on top of me, and put her lips over mine. It was incredible to feel her weight over me and it was also incredible to feel her thigh over my pussy. As she kissed me, she began moving. At first I thought she was rubbing my pussy with her thigh but I realized quickly enough she was rubbing herself against my thigh. I moved my hands down to her ass, squeezing as she kissed me and I tried to move my thigh and help her along as she began rubbing faster.

  She moaned softly against my kiss, using my thigh to stimulate herself and I let my hands wander, squeezing her ass but also moving up over her back, holding her head to me as she kissed me. Then, I desperately wanted to experience more. So, I pulled my hand away from her head and down to her other ass cheek, squeezing but then pulling her up. She didn’t understand at first what I wanted but when she did, she pulled her mouth off of mine. She kissed my nose and then my forehead and began moving upward. A moment later her pussy was right in front of my face and I was again overwhelmed by nervousness and also excitement. Okay, it was the terror and excitement, not nervousness. It was too late to get out of it anyway.

  Her hands came down to my head and they lifted me up so that my lips were right against her pussy. Of course, I’d never done it before so I wasn’t exactly sure what to do but I extended my tongue and began licking. The wonderful thing about Marlena was, it didn’t really matter whether or not I had experience because she did all the work even with this. She held my head in place and while I tried to lick she began moving her hips so my tongue began sliding along her slit, over her clit. It was really intense actually. The sensations that ran through me were beyond any I’d experience before and it was so crazy to be giving rather than receiving and still feeling an orgasm running through me. I suppose it was all in my mind but I didn’t stop feeling the wonderful sensations that coursed through me just because it was more in my head than in my body.

  I squeezed her ass cheeks and I tried to push my tongue deep inside of her. I succeeded a little bit but the wonderful thing was how her movements altered what happened with my tongue. As she’d move her body it would come out of her pussy and swipe across her clit. Then she’d move again and I’d be back in her pussy. It was such an astounding and erotic experience for me. She began moaning more. Her movements got more erratic and it was kind of neat because it reminded me of when I’d give a blowjob to a boy and he’d get a little too aggressive because of the excitement that he felt. That was exactly what was happening right now except I wasn’t giving a blowjob to a boy. I was pleasing a woman and there was something so shockingly good about it that it drove me absolutely crazy.

  I just licked as well as I could, pushed my tongue up every way that I could, held her ass cheeks as much as I could, and when she came I felt another explosion of bliss detonating up me, down me, in me, and through me. Her whole body seemed to shake and she stopped moving, but instead held me tightly to her. At the time, my tongue was working on her clit and my lips closed over it and I sucked hard and licked. She moaned crazily and then began moving again. This time moving very rapidly so that it was more my chin, and my nose, and my lips doing anything than my tongue. I had absolutely no control at all. I loved it though. I let go of one of her ass cheeks and moved fingers to my pussy, slamming them into myself as she came, moving them rapidly and quickly until, after about forty-five seconds or a minute she finally rolled off, groaning. I rolled to her. We almost fell of the couch as I kissed her but she maintained our balance. We just held each other, softly kissing as my orgasm finally started receding.

  After about ten minutes, I finally felt a bit normal again. I kissed her softly and said, “Didn’t you tell me you knew how to make a mean whatever the hell I wanted to drink?”

  She smiled at me and said, “After.”

  “After?”

  “You didn’t think I was finished with you, did you?”

  She wasn’t finished with me by a long shot, and I ended up delaying my flight home for three extra days. They were Marlena’s free days and I was grateful because when a client called her to try to schedule during one of the days, she refused. She spent the time with me, and she made plenty of drinks at the minibar, one for each of us every time she was finished with me.

  From that point forward, I always scheduled my business trips on her off days. Every three or four weeks we spent a few days together, and though it wasn’t the four days straight of frenzied exploration it was the first time, we always made love each night, and it was always beautiful. We kept it up for almost two years before I found out she’d retired from her day job, or night job I guess. She’d hit her eight-hundred thousand dollar goal and then spent a year tapering off her clients. Some of them loved her or at least thought they did. She didn’t want to hurt any of them but she hadn’t slept with anyone other than me for almost six months. I asked her if she’d started on her book or found a bar or what she was going to do next.

  She smiled and said she found a bar for sale and the price was right. Her credit was excellent, too, so she’d be able to buy it with just a fraction of her cash. Plus, she sold her home and it would close escrow in two weeks She was buying a home cash near the bar, and the home valuations were so much less expensive where she was moving that by the time it was all said and done, she’d have more money in the bank after she bought the bar and paid cash for her new house than she had when she started. Then she asked me if she could
hire me because the bar needed to be fixed.

  I laughed and said I’d do it for her for nothing. In fact, I insisted she couldn’t pay me. She giggled and told me that was why she arranged for me to own twenty percent of the bar. I was shocked. I loved Marlena, and I knew she loved me. By then she was the best friend I had, the best friend I’d ever had. Still, that was over the top.

  “I can’t take that, Marlena!”

  She giggled and pulled an envelope out of her purse. “Shut up and sign the papers.”

  “Okay but you better believe I’m going to earn it.” She told me she never had any doubt about that as I opened up the envelope. Then I dropped the papers in shock. The bar was in my town. She was moving by me. I threw my arms around her and held her for a while and then a terrible thought hit me. I pulled away and looked at her. “Um… does this mean? Marlena, I…” Tears started filling my eyes. “I still like men, and I don’t think—”

  She laughed and threw her arms around me. “Honey, nothing’s changing. I like men, too. It’ll be just like it’s always been.”

  I held her tightly and the tears disappeared. I pulled away and kissed her and said, “But a whole hell of a lot more often.”

  She laughed again and then proceeded to get started right away on a whole hell of lot more often.

  Riley and Madison

  The College Girls’ First Lesbian Experience

  by Francine Forthright

  All rights reserved copyright 2014 by Mmmmore Productions

  College was a difficult experience any way you looked at it, but for Riley, some of that pain of transition was eased by the presence of her best friend, Madison. It had been the hardest thing to think that she was going to be leaving not only her family behind but also her best friend since she was little. It had been an incredible surprise when Madison had announced that she’d been accepted into the same college and that she’d be joining Riley there in the fall. That summer before their first semester had been an awesome one, full of plans and dreams. Of course, they talked about college boys and how they might be different from the immature goobers in high school. Really, Riley didn’t care as long as Madison was going to be there.

  A few semesters in, though, Riley was beginning to feel a bit unsure of things. Madison and she went out to the campus bar and other hot spots and had loads of fun, but Riley was always painfully aware that, when she was with Maddy, her friend was the star. It didn’t bother her too much, though. Riley loved Madison too much to wish for things to be any other way.

  They both had a string of quick relationships, but Maddy was definitely the real darling. In fact, there’d been the one guy who’d gone out with Riley only to ask her for an introduction to Maddy. Riley supposed that most other girls would be offended and hurt, but her love for her best friend made everything seem somehow silly and meaningless. As long as she had Maddy around she didn’t have to think about being number one with the guys. She knew that she’d have plenty of time for that anyway. For right now, it was all about the fun and the freedom, and sharing that with her friend.

  The day they came back from the beach on a rare break from classes, Riley sensed something strange was going on with her friend. It was a rare thing that they would have a disagreement or fight, and Riley found herself focusing on what could be wrong to the point of obsession. She couldn’t stand the idea that Maddy was upset with her. Where would that lead? So, thinking she might have done something to offend her, Riley got up and plopped down on Maddy’s bed and put an arm around her friend’s shoulders. “Tell me what’s up? Did I do something?”

  Madison didn’t answer, she just turned her head and then, her friend kissed her.

  Riley was utterly shocked. It was completely unexpected because Madison just wasn’t the type to step out of bounds, and she certainly had her choice of the men on campus. She was perfect, perfect in every way. She had perfect hair, a perfect face, a perfect body, a perfect personality, perfect prospects, perfect grades, and perfect everything. Riley was no slouch and she knew it. In fact, she knew that when she walked down campus, boys’ heads turned. They turned and they stared at her body. They looked at her ass and they looked at her face. They turned and they tried desperately to somehow attract her attention without appearing to attract her attention.

  Oh yes, she got her share of looks and she knew that her body was anything a man might desire. She got plenty of attention – plenty - unless she was walking next to Madison. When Madison was around, she was forever the “other girl.” If they went to a bar together, she was Madison’s wing girl. If they went anywhere together, she was the “friend” and it was sometimes hard to deal with because, quite frankly, she loved Madison. She’d loved Madison for the last nine years, best friends growing up and best friends in college.

  It was especially strange that when Madison kissed her, the first thing that ran through Riley’s mind wasn’t “My best friend has just kissed me”. It wasn’t even “My roommate’s kissed me” or “Now that we’re in college, I guess it’s okay to experiment like this” or anything along those lines. The very first thought that went through Riley’s mind was “Madison could have anyone, why is she kissing me?” It was such a strange feeling. Of course Madison had never once, never once made her feel like she was any less than her. She’d never once made her feel like she was anything other than extraordinary and special.

  Their friendship hadn’t been based on one of those one-sided kinds of relationships where one person did all the giving and one person did all the taking. Madison certainly never treated her like she was the second person, never treated her like she was anything less than of paramount importance. It was just the rest of the world. And all of these things fleeted through Riley’s mind as Madison’s tongue flicked over her lips and then began gently probing into her mouth. In fact, it wasn’t until Madison’s hands gently slipped underneath her bikini and began to softly stroke with her fingertips at her nipples that it even occurred to Riley to think about the fact that she was doing more with a woman that she’d ever done before and was damn near close to doing more with a woman than she’d ever done with a man.

  When she did pause to dwell on this thought, her immediate reaction was to pull away but her body didn’t do that. Her mind pushed her to for a second but the recoil was brief, and almost immediately, she found herself bringing her hands up to Madison’s face, cupping her cheeks in her hands as her body’s longing took over and she kissed her back. It was so tender and so sweet, and so beyond anything she’d expected. When Madison finally broke the kiss off, she reached forward and she took Riley by her hands and led her to the bedroom. By this time, Riley was fully committed and they hadn’t spoken a word, but the moment they’d shut the door behind them, Riley’s mouth willingly opened as Madison leaned forward.

  And even as Madison began pulling the straps of her bikini off, Riley didn’t back away. Madison continued to kiss her and in moments, her friend’s hands were down at the waistband of Riley’s bikini bottoms, and then, she was slipping them down and off. With Riley completely naked, Madison backed away and in just a few seconds, she’d also disrobed completely and both of them sat on the bed naked. Riley thought she saw something in Madison’s eyes, perhaps it was nervousness, perhaps it was arousal, she couldn’t tell, but there was hesitation now. It looked so sweet and wonderful, and the truth was, it was the first time in her life that Riley had ever looked at Maddy’s body in any way other than as a friend. Sure, she’d had a secret curiosity about her for years, it’d been more of a feeling of admiration and she’d kept her thoughts from going too far. Now, though, an intense and almost overwhelming feeling of desire rushed over her.

  She leaned forward and just attacked her friend, kissing her almost violently, and the two fell onto the bed, Madison rolling underneath her and then rolling up and over her, and before she could really get her head around what was happening, she felt Madison’s mouth on her pussy, just as Madison’s beautiful little pink slit descended to
her own mouth. She didn’t know if this position was the normal one and it was sort of incredible because though she’d given a few hand jobs and she’d given a few blow jobs, Riley was a virgin, and no one had ever given any attention to her pussy before. But Madison’s tongue worked wonders and, in response, she tried to be as arousing as her mouth moved on Madison’s pussy.

  She lifted her hands up and squeezed at Madison’s ass and began running her tongue over her clit, and then moved up higher and began thrusting it into her pussy. She didn’t know if she was doing it right and the truth was, she cared a whole hell of a lot more about exploring her friend than anything else. She licked and moved, and then Madison wanted to change position. She got up and started to back away, but Riley held tightly to her ass so that she ended up instead just sitting straight up, and since Riley wasn’t letting her go and just continuing to lick, Madison reached down and began gently rubbing at Riley’s nipples and rocking her hips back and forth while she moaned.

  Every moan was astounding and sent a thrill through Riley that she wouldn’t have expected. There was a sense of triumph in what she was doing that was unlike anything she’d ever experienced with a man. When she was with a man, it was interesting, certainly, and sure, there were times when she felt a kind of sexual prowess when the boy would moan because of the way that her lips worked on him, but the truth was, every single blow job and every single hand job Riley had ever given had been designed to satisfy a boy without sex, had been designed to keep her virginity intact.