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I am again here to turn up the thermostat on the blog with an excerpt from the story I wrote about my “first time.”

We LOVE first time stories, don’t we ? How many of our favorite lesbian movies are built around the concept ? There is, of course, the sex …but also there is the intimacies of how it happened …who came on to whom and who reciprocated. For the purpose of this post, I fast forwarded to the good stuff ..the sex stuff. When I first wrote this story, it took FOREVER to get all of it out of me because the girl I was with and I didn’t just say “lets do this,” and go. It was a mutual crush that went on for months before it’s consumation, and as I wrote about it, I struggled to remember and write about every little nuance that moved the both of us closer and closer towards orgasmic mutual fulfillment in bed, and needed closure that was years in the making in that “what about the lesbian me” part of the brain.

Those things were sooo important to me to write the story ..and I honestly wrote it as if somehow through the wonder of the internet, SHE would find it, read it, and feel what I wanted her to feel after all these years.

Having said that …for the purposes of this post, I SKIPPED the lengthy build up, and I am picking up the story at the “good part” because I wanted to relate to the readers here what that first time was like for me.

As I wrote, the word I clearly overused was “moment.” BUT ..in the whole of the experience ..there were soooo many freeze frame moments …the whole experience rolling along in slow motion ..and in remembering, the memories are in slow motion and in soft focus as well. I didn’t realize then, what I think will be apparent to you when you read this …I loved her ..I was 18, she was a few years older …but rather equally inexperienced in F2F lovemaking.

Excerpt from “The Moment Of Lesbian Inevitability First Realized”My First Time Story.

Of that first sexual encounter with her I will say that I had probably made love to her, oh maybe a conservatively estimated one million times in my minds fantasy …so as it unfolded…the surprise was that there were so many surprises. And, as someone who had experienced a great deal of sex with guys before that day, you can say all you want that there can’t be comparisons …but …I let myself go there enough to realize that the biggest difference in making love with a woman was that there were soooooo many surprises. I have read other women always talk about how soft the kiss, the skin, the feeling of long silky hair or the texture of nails dragged across sensitive skin as all being so alarmingly DIFFERENT in a first time experience ..and yes, those were all present. But also … how god forsaken wonderful it was to have her soft tongue deep inside my mouth and how incredibly stimulating it was to enter her mouth with my tongue the same and have her suck on it so softly. How differently she held me than I had ever been held and how RIGHT that felt in those moments with her arms around my neck and her gentle falling into me as opposed to the “getting on top of me” I had known before. How good her lips felt upon my neck …her teeth gently scraping to my sensations delight. So many surprisingly “better than you ever dreamed” moments.

As I first felt her nipple stiffen to welcome my fingertips touch …a moment I certainly had dreamed of nearly nightly since I was 12, the accompanying seething sensual intake of her breath, high pitched “ah” and the shudder of her body all in that split second of her pleasure resonated in my heart, raised goosebumps upon my body, and solifidied the deepest root of my sexuality, that I sooooo get off on getting my lover off, and thus, her nipple stiffening to my touch in combination with everything else wonderfully overloaded my every sense and froze me. But yet again…the surprise as that same nipple stiffened and puckered now to its maximum attention as it slipped across my lips and against my waiting tongue. The “even more?” exhiliration sent another lustful jolt through me … ..and I remember the surprise of the “no duh” moment of my belaboring the question of how I would position myself to lick her thigh …..and oh how delectable that was …even though it was by that moment torturous to be so close to where I wanted my lips, mouth and tongue to begin the devouring I had waited so very long for….but how time and time again in this encounter, time itself sometimes became the largest dilema of all ..time in HOW MUCH TIME to spend in these deep french kisses when I could feel her hips rocking and I knew how badly her pussy wanted attention. …prolonging the moment when I would pay respects to where she would know my strongest desire while an imaginary time clock measured every act of giving pleasure. I gently sucked upon the right side of her neck and rolled my tongue into her shoulder blade while my fingertips gently raked down her back. And when my hands lifted her breast and then another …feeling that soft weight, the supple give of the skin and tissue and the knowing that we both were trembling together in a moment …not just a moment…a momentous day of mutual desire…and the loudest quiet ever known. TIME was ever ticking on the “how longs” of our act …when gently sucking her nipples became an engulfing inhaling and squeezing which caused her hips to writhe beneath me…HOW MUCH TIME before I have to leave this wonderful feeling we both are sharing because there is more and more important work (work???? PLEASURE !) to be done elsewhere ?” Those questions of time have never been more prevelant in between the sheets as they were that day with her.

And in speaking of the most wonderful of surprises, perhaps the two most enormous shudders of pure pleasure I will ever know happened in her bed that afternoon. Two moments I would not ever trade for anything …defining moments that I had no idea in the fantasies leading up to what we did, versus the reality of doing it, would affect me, not only in the exact moments of occurence, but also 12 years later as I write this when I can surely remember these moments as though they happened five minutes ago.

With me making nothing short of mad passionate love to her ample right breast, her grip upon the back of my head and pulling me into her loosened …..like, she just let go and I KNEW what she meant with no words needed to be spoken …we were surely even reading each others mind so that when I say she let go , it was as if SHE did it AND I beckoned it at the same time ….and SO…the question of time I spoke of earlier was decided…it was TIME to feel her down there. Her fingertips dug into my shoulder and led her hand downward past my elbow and wrist until she had taken my hand, in the act of molding and remolding her breast while I sucked, and led me down …down and down to where the softness of her pubic hair began. Placinng my hand there…a gentle squeeze for reassurance …and I wonder if when she did, she realized that she was not only saying “I am ready” or “I need this,” but realizing how much I so very much needed to touch her there too.

“Mmmmmmmm, I moaned and smiled vibrating against her nipple I was still sucking …..and my hand took the rest of the plunge towards her mound and lips. Oh that moment. I have no real idea what it is like for anyone else who has had sex ..cmon…people have had sex since there were people. But ..dicks were dicks, and they were always hard well before they were needed to be, and what I knew about vaginas was that my vagina behaved and felt as mine did, and gosh I knew by this age everything about it, up down and sideways. But HERS….yes like mine and yes different and not like mine …something I knew from my many fantasies…but oh how I never dreamed how this would make me feel….stroking my fingers and then sinking them past her swollen lips and inside her…she was sopping, dripping, soaking wet. And oh my gawd…that feeling it gave me…of lust, of passion, and mostly I have to admit how my every nerve felt the immense satisfaction at that moment of the knowing that her twice as wet as I had ever felt myself pussy was in this extreme condition of arousal because of ME…because of US ..because of THIS MOMENT we were both in. And, yes, I was aware of how wet I was and knew without touching it was wetter than I too had ever been and what at some point she would know about from touching me….but for this moment…again, a moment I would not trade for any other in my life, feeling her with my fingertips so wet…sliding in her…feeling her walls and it was not just warm but in fact quite hot to the touch at that moment….the most awesome sexual moment of my life to that point and would be forever if it weren’t for what happened soon after.