“Awesome,” she sighed to herself. She flipped over on her back, gave her pussy a few more gentle rubs and then stretched out.
Dakota put her hands behind her head now and relaxed into the bed. She opened her eyes and looked out at her room. How she wished Emily were right there in front of her, watching her, accompanying her in her pleasure. Reaching over to the bedside table, she grabbed her phone and started to quickly type a message out on it.
*
“I’m so glad we could get together,” said Emily, sitting cross-legged on the couch in her apartment. She wore short nylon running shorts and a tank top, her breasts plump and her cleavage visible. Reaching out toward the coffee table, she picked up her wine glass and cradled it in her hands.
“Me too,” said Dakota. “I’m happy to have a new friend!” Dakota was dressed in a lightweight tunic top and a skirt, she too sitting up cross-legged on the couch. Dakota brought her own glass up to her lips and took a small sip.
“Kismet!” exclaimed Emily. “We never would have known each other if we didn’t have English together. Totally cool.”
“Tell me more about living in Thailand,” said Dakota. “It’s so awesome you spent a year there.”
“I basically made Chiang Mai my home base,” said Emily, drinking from her glass before setting it down once again. “A lot of expats there and a pretty cool scene for travelers.”
“Why’d you come back?” said Dakota.
“Well,” started Emily, thinking. “I guess I just missed my friends and family too much. I was ready. And I knew I needed to get into college before it was too late.”
“I’d love to go traveling like that,” mused Dakota. “So cool.” She sipped more of her wine and then rubbed her finger across her braces. “I don’t have any wine stains on my braces, do I?” she said, smiling and showing Emily her teeth.
“No,” said Emily, inspecting. “They look good.”
“You like ‘em?” grinned Dakota, showing them off and striking a little pose with her arms. Emily laughed.
“They’re cute,” said Emily. “I like the teal bands.”
“Thanks,” said Dakota. “They can get annoying but I don’t mind them too much.”
“I never had braces,” said Emily. “What do they feel like?”
“You just kinda feel bumps on the inside of your lips,” said Dakota. “After a while, you hardly notice them. That is, until you get them tightened.” Dakota squinted her eyes shut and shook her head. “Ugh, that hurts.”
“What about when you’re kissing?” asked Emily. “Does whoever you’re kissing feel them?”
Dakota felt her heart start to beat faster at Emily’s question. She imagined herself kissing Emily now, allowing Emily to explore her mouth with her tongue, to feel her braces. Taking the last sip of wine from her glass, she quickly set it down on the table.
“Do you need another pour?” asked Emily, reaching for the bottle and starting to pour it into Dakota’s glass.
“Sure,” said Dakota. She watched as Emily refilled her glass.
“So?” said Emily.
“What?” asked Dakota.
“Kissing,” said Emily. “How does it feel when you’re kissing?”
“Well,” said Dakota, blushing slightly now. She was usually so confident and cool, but with Emily she felt intimidated and nervous. “I guess they can get in the way a bit. I imagine whoever I’m kissing can feel them.”
“Can I try?” said Emily, smiling and scooting toward Dakota on the couch. “That’s not a weird question, is it?”
“No,” said Dakota. “I mean, no it’s not weird.”
“So?” said Emily, inching closing to Dakota and looking at her mouth. “I don’t bite.”
Dakota felt a surge of emotion go through her, an exciting and novel intensity welled up as she stared down Emily’s beautiful face. Only hours earlier Dakota had gotten herself off to thoughts of Emily and here she was, close to her on the couch with the opportunity to kiss her. It was utterly confusing and at the same time exhilarating. Dakota placed her hand on her chest to feel her heart racing.
“Look,” said Emily, before Dakota could speak. “I wanna tell you something.”
“Okay,” said Dakota, keeping her eyes on Emily. Emily fluffed her blonde curls over her shoulders. She perched on her knees next to Dakota and placed her hands on her own thighs.
“I’m a lesbian,” said Emily. She smiled at Dakota, looking into her eyes, trying to gauge Dakota’s response.
“You are?” said Dakota, her visage inquisitive and interested. As Dakota thought about it for a moment, she realized how perfect this situation could be. Her mind quickly began to play out lusty scenarios as she gazed back at Emily.
“I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship,” said Emily. “But from the moment I saw you in class, I was very interested in you.” Emily reached a hand out and moved a tress of Dakota’s hair out of her face and pushed it back behind her ear. “I know this is kinda forward and presumptuous.”
“No,” said Dakota, shaking her head. “It’s okay.”
“You’re gorgeous,” said Emily. “Super confident and self-assured. And your braces really set me off,” she said, grinning. “I can’t explain why. They’re just incredibly cute.”
“Thank you,” said Dakota, blushing softly and looking down. It had been a long time since Dakota felt this nervy.
“So,” continued Emily. “Can I kiss you?”
“Okay,” said Dakota, stunned, excited, nervous.
“Okay,” said Emily. She leaned in closer and softly pushed her lips against Dakota’s, initiating a gentle and loving kiss, slow and sensual. Dakota closed her eyes and allowed the kiss to happen, not knowing how to feel or what to expect. She had never kissed another girl before and she wasn’t sure how to do it correctly.
Emily placed her hands on Dakota’s sides, pulling her a bit closer. She opened her mouth just slightly and her tongue came out, gently prying into Dakota’s mouth, exploring her bracketed teeth and her moist tongue. Dakota put her hands on Emily’s thighs and leaned more into the kiss, accepting Emily’s advances.
Pulling back from the kiss now, Emily smiled and looked into Dakota’s opening eyes.
“How was that?” asked Emily.
“I’ve never kissed a girl before,” said Dakota.
“That’s okay,” beamed Emily. “You did fine.”
“Your face is so soft,” mused Dakota. “Not like a stubbly guy.” Emily laughed and rubbed Dakota’s sides delicately.
“You’re cute,” said Emily.
“How did it feel kissing someone with braces?” asked Dakota sheepishly.
“Interesting,” said Emily. “I could feel the little metal bumps with my tongue.”
“Can I tell you something?” said Dakota, becoming more comfortable with Emily and the situation now. She fussed a little as she considered how to word her impending statement.
“Of course,” said Emily. “You can tell me whatever you like.”
“I’ve been fantasizing about you,” said Dakota, looking away. “I just think you’re so incredibly pretty. I’m not a lesbian,” she said. “I mean, I don’t know. But I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”
“Oh Dakota,” said Emily. “That turns me on so much.”
Dakota looked back to Emily and smiled, her willingness and openness beginning to shine through.
“Do you want to experiment a little?” said Emily, moving a hand down to Dakota’s bare thigh. She tenderly caressed Dakota’s thigh, venturing just slightly up Dakota’s skirt.
“Yes,” admitted Dakota. “I’d like that.”
“Okay,” said Emily. She smiled sweetly and then moved in for another kiss, pressing her lips firmly against Dakota’s. Emily kept her hand on Dakota’s thigh, rubbing it faintly as they kissed. Her other hand wrapped around Dakota’s back and pulled her in closer.
Dakota eagerly returned Emily’s kiss, her breath quickening and her heart pumping as she
let Emily lead the way. She could hardly believe that this was happening. It was something she had been dreaming about for weeks and here it was. Dakota tossed her arms over Emily’s shoulders, both girls sitting up on their knees on the couch, pressing against one another.
“I’m going to pet you a little, okay?” said Emily in a whisper against Dakota’s lips. Dakota nodded. Emily’s hand crept further up Dakota’s skirt until she found Dakota’s panties. With her middle and forefinger, Emily slowly began to stroke upwards between Dakota’s legs, petting a line up Dakota’s fabric-covered slit. Already Dakota was growing moist, and Emily could feel it through her panties.
“That feels nice,” said Dakota. She pulled away from their kiss and laid her head against her own arm that was still tossed over Emily’s shoulder. Dakota sat up more and widened her legs to give Emily more room down below.
Taking the invitation, Emily moved her hand up further and entered the elastic of Dakota’s panties, creeping down over her mound, her pubic hair trimmed and short, and returned to gently tracing her fingers over Dakota’s pussy lips. Dakota’s moistness oozed out from between her lips and coated Emily’s fingers, which Emily used to hasten her movements. Her fingers caressed from Dakota’s hole up to her clit, petting her deliberately and repetitively.
Dakota lifted her head up and moved her arms down. As Emily fondled her, she pushed her hands into either side of her own panties and shimmied them down over her thighs, over her knees, and left them still on over her calves. Emily grinned as she watched Dakota do this and she quickly moved her lips in, kissing Dakota’s neck as her fingers stroked down below.
“You’re so wet,” moaned Emily into Dakota’s ear, sending shivers down Dakota’s back. Dakota loved the attention and she smiled as she accepted Emily’s neck kisses.
Emily slid her fingers between Dakota’s pussy lips and slowly penetrated her, guiding her fingers up into Dakota’s moist hollow. Dakota cried out in pleasure and pulled herself tighter against Emily now, helping Emily along by moving her hips up and down, riding Emily’s fingers. Emily slid her other hand up Dakota’s shirt and massaged her chest adoringly, still kissing along Dakota’s neck and shoulder.
“Emily,” said Dakota softly, slowing her grind against her friend.
“Yes?” whispered Emily.
“Will you go down on me?” Dakota said, smiling playfully, her braces peeking out from her lips as her smile widened.
“Mm hmm,” agreed Emily. She carefully removed her fingers from Dakota’s pussy and scooted backwards on the couch. Dakota sat up more and pulled her panties off of her bare feet, tossing them to the ground. She couldn’t believe she was going this far with Emily but she rejoiced in it, her excitement obvious by her drenched pussy and her eagerness for pleasure.
Dakota laid back on the couch now, resting her head against the arm, and she pulled her skirt up over her hips revealing her completely nude lower half. Emily leaned forward and put her hands on Dakota’s thighs, rubbing the soft skin back and forth, starring down into her shorn mound for a moment until she looked up to Dakota’s face and smiled.
“Let me know if you want me to stop,” said Emily. “I know your first time can be weird.”
“Okay,” said Dakota, smiling back at Emily.
“You’re a cutie with those braces,” said Emily, shaking her head softly and grinning.
Emily leaned her head down and licked Dakota’s slit upwards in one slow motion. Dakota’s body shivered and she squeaked, wrapping her arms around herself. Closing her eyes now, Dakota relaxed into Emily’s attention, widening her hips and spreading out.
Pushing her lips against Dakota’s clit, Emily started to suckle the wetness that was drenching Dakota’s pussy. She slurped and licked, tenderly attending to Dakota’s throbbing lips. Emily knew what she was doing down there and Dakota’s head spun with the intensity, the physical pleasure, and the mental gratification in having her first lesbian experience. She reached down and softly moved Emily’s curly blonde locks out of the way so that she could get a better view of the action.
Emily slid two fingers inside of Dakota’s tight hole, keeping her lips locked to Dakota’s clit, and slowly thrust in and out of Dakota’s pussy, her penetrations steady and firm. Dakota began to contract and release her pussy muscles, tightening around Emily’s pushing fingers and then letting them go. She couldn’t help herself. She wanted to grip onto Emily’s fingers and hold them inside of her forever.
Dakota felt a soft little bead of drool drip out of her open mouth and she reached up to wipe it off. As she did this, she ran a finger over her braces, feeling the bumps and ridges. Emily, too, felt Dakota’s bumps and ridges, but on the insides of her pussy. Her fingers gracefully explored Dakota, the tips softly dragging against the top of Dakota’s moist canal.
“That’s fucking great,” moaned Dakota, her hips gently thrusting up and down against Emily’s fingers while Emily eagerly and audibly slurped her lips and tongue against Dakota’s aching womanhood. Dakota ran a hand over her own clothed breast, soothingly massaging herself through her tunic shirt.
Emily could feel Dakota’s pussy growing wetter so she sped up her penetrative motions, her fingers easily gliding in and out of Dakota. The base of her fingers was becoming creamed with Dakota’s viscous lubricant, the wetness glimmering on her fingers as she breached between Dakota’s puffy and wanting labia. Dakota’s breath was obviously quickening, her chest heaving up and down, and with each outbreath she released a low moan to indicate her mounting arousal.
Dakota felt like she was levitating, everything she had been dreaming about was coming true and it was just as she had imagined. As she meditated on her fantasies being made real, her arousal increased tenfold and she started quickly pushing her hips back and forth, getting further into Emily’s fingering, and she felt her limbs tingling. She sat up slightly, bent at the waist, and placed her hands atop Emily’s head as she continued to suckle at Dakota’s clit.
“Oh God,” moaned Dakota. She lightly held Emily’s head and watched her as she licked and finger-fucked.
Just then her body started to jerk forward, her limbs prickly with sudden numbness and shuddering instinctively. Dakota felt herself coming hard, the sensitivity in her pussy leaping off the scale. The emotions welled up inside of her and she started to softly cry happy tears as moan after moan soared from her mouth.
Emily pulled her lips back from Dakota’s clit but increased the speed of her fingering, assisting Dakota through her powerful orgasmic flight. Her fingering and Dakota’s drenched pussy made soft slapping sounds as Emily penetrated.
“Augh!” Dakota called out, squinting her eyes shut tight and toppling over on her side, her pussy gripping firmly to Emily’s fingers. Emily unhurriedly removed her fingers from Dakota’s tightness and gave her wet and tender pussy a couple of easy pets, running her hand over Dakota’s furry mound and down her slit.
“Did you like that?” asked Emily devilishly, already knowing Dakota’s answer.
“Yes,” admitted Dakota, nodding her head quickly. “Oh God, yes.”
“I bet you’re glad you texted me today,” said Emily, laughing and rubbing her hand over Dakota’s bare thigh.
“Definitely,” sighed Dakota. She smiled contentedly, her braces with their teal bands showing between her spread lips. Nuzzling her face into the couch, Dakota felt dazed and happy, her mind foggy yet slowly coming back to reality. She felt orgasm aftershocks every so often and each one caused her to delicately kick her foot out.
“Good,” said Emily. She stood up from the couch now, standing between the couch and the coffee table. Reaching down, Emily picked up her wine glass and took a sip from it. She sighed happily, looking down at Dakota’s nude lower half, her skirt still pulled up over her hips.
“Mmm,” Dakota exhaled long and slow. She gradually opened her eyes and looked up to Emily standing above her.
“You are so cute,” said Emily, swishing her wine around in the glass. “Next I�
�ll teach you how to do me. How does that sound?”
Dakota nodded fervently.
“Good,” said Emily. “My cute little braceface girlfriend. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
BACKDOOR IN MY BED
Lucy stumbled out of her bedroom and down the hall, wearing only a pair of white cotton panties. Her small breasts pointed out from her chest, levitating off of her body like two weightless apples. Having just woken up, her straight brown hair was a minor catastrophe and she gripped tightly onto her phone as she made her way to the bathroom.
She left the door wide open as she entered the bathroom. Approaching the toilet Lucy slid her panties down her thighs, letting them settle at her knees, revealing a completely shaven pussy mound between her legs and sat down. She rested her elbows on her thighs and propped her hands up, holding her phone between them, and she began typing out a text message as she slowly started to pee. At first the weak stream of urine dribbled out of her, running down her lips and dripping haphazardly into the water below. Before long, however, the sound of her release was amplified and robust, a thick rivulet of pee pinging into the toilet causing the sound to reverberate off of the porcelain.
Lucy sent her text message and waited, the sound of her pissing clanging off of the water, the stream kicking back light splashes against the underside of her thighs. Not too long after she sent her text, her phone started ringing and she quickly answered it.
“I knew you’d call quickly,” she said into the phone.
“You’re back!” exclaimed the young female voice on the other end. This voice belonged to Darla, Lucy’s best friend who lived across town.
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