My First Lesbian Experience
Hey, guys! I am Kaira (name changed), a 20-year-old girl living in Delhi. I am a college student, currently single and a lesbian. This is my first time writing on ISS, so constructive criticism and feedback are appreciated. You can contact me at [email protected]. This is a true story of how I came across my first lesbian encounter. This was just a year back when I was 19. It was in the month of February when summer was just around the corner. I remember my mother telling me that one of the neighbors’ daughter was coming to meet me, something about helping her with her Boards preparation. I had protested but to no avail. So here I was, disgruntled and waiting for her to come over while my parents left for a party. I was wearing a loose black t-shirt and really tight black shorts which highlighted my toned butt nicely. Underneath, I wore a simple black bra with black panty. I hear the doorbell ring, and I walk over to open the door to see a very petite girl standing there, looking over shyly. “Hi. Kaira? I am Natasha (name changed). I live across the street?”, she said nervously. “Hey, yes, of course”, I reply as I open the door and let her in. She was wearing a light pink cropped tee, with a white skirt which came up to her mid-thighs, and was carrying a black bag with books which almost weighed her fragile figure down. She was fairly attractive, was a few inches shorter than me and had black rimmed glasses on. Her curly hair was open and reached to the small of her back. I subtly check her out as she walked in. I led her to my bedroom and handed her a glass of water to cool her down. She nervously sat at the edge of the bed keeping her bag on the floor next to her, while her eyes stared at the floor timidly. I sat down too, looking at her. “Well, I believe we haven’t really interacted yet; I don’t see you that often”, I said as I smiled. She nodded, smiling back. “So, what did you need help with?”, I asked her, trying to get it over with as soon as possible and go back to catching up on a few movies. “Oh, uh, economics”, she said as she immediately leaned down to take a few books out of her bag, making her skirt ride up a little on the side of her thighs. She opened the books to the pages she had already bookmarked, and I take a look at them. Soon, I started explaining the concepts she needed help with. She eagerly listened and took notes whenever she wanted to. In an hour or two, we were done and she smiled satisfyingly as she closed the books and put them back in. She looked up at me as she said, “Thank you. That really helped a lot.” “Oh, please. No big deal”, I said as I waved it off. “You seem a lot nervous though. Maybe you should relax a bit, and you’ll see that you know everything. You’re just stressed out”, I said as I shrugged. She let out a small laugh. “Yeah, well, it’s Boards. There’s just so much pressure. I have been a bundle of nerves lately”, she said, her eyes were again on the floor. I looked at her, my eyes subtly roving all over her body: her curves were at all the right places, her skirt was almost exposing her firm butt, and her legs, which were carefully placed so as to just allow a little glimpse of her inner thighs. Knowing it was wrong, but unable to control my urge, I moved closer and placed a hand on her knee. “If you allow me to, I can help you de-stress if you like?”, I offered, grinning. Her curious eyes looked up and soon widened as I lean in to kiss her. I felt her hands on my shoulders, trying to push me away ever so lightly. I stopped, pulling away, and stared into her reddened face as her closed eyes opened and stared back into mine. Then I slowly took off her glasses, placed them on the bedside table and leaned in again. She moved backward, her back pressing against my bedpost. I didn’t stop myself this time, and I moved forward to kiss her once more, more passionately this time, sliding my tongue in her mouth ever so slightly to roll it against hers. She didn’t respond, but I felt no resistance either, and my hands slid down to her sides, pulling her body towards me by her bare waist. I finally felt her arms moving onto my shoulders, wrapping around my neck, and at that moment, I knew that she was mine. Soon, she found herself on my lap, facing me with her legs on either side of my body, kissing me hungrily as each second passed. My hands traveled down to her thighs and slowly crawled under her skirt to reach her undies. She pulled away from our kiss and looked down at me nervously, and whispered, “I’ve never done this before.” I laughed, giving her a slight peck on her cheek. “Not even with a guy?”, I asked, surprised. She shook her head and looked away shyly. Reassuring her, I kissed her again, pulling her lips with mine slowly as my fingers found her slit over her panty. I could feel a slight wetness, which turned me on, and my thumb gently pushed against her clit over the thin fabric of her underwear. Natasha gasped, her body taken aback by this new kind of touch, and she let out a soft moan as I continued to rub her clit, gently in circles. Impatient as I was, I parted her panties to a side, and my cold fingers found her pussy drenched with juices. Shivering to my cold touch, her breathing increased and she closed her eyes. Her nervous hands pulled my t-shirt to my neck, and I could feel her getting hornier as she desperately groped my breasts, pulling my bra down to spill my 36C boobs against her palms. Her hands played with my breasts, and her amateur touch turned me on more. Feeling it was time, I slowly got up with her petite body in my arms. She looked at me, surprised, and her legs instinctively wrapped around my body. I turned around and laid her gently on the bed. Curious, she laid there, sprawled on the bed with her hands over her head and her legs spread. I took my clothes off, stripping down fully naked as she looked on, biting her lower lip.