4 comments/ 35937 views/ 32 favorites Their First Time Together By: justanothereroticafan It was a warm, carefree summer night for Felicia and Rachel. High school was over, but there was still time before they would be leaving for college. The two young lovers had spent the day at the beach before heading to a small concert for one of their favorite indie bands. Felicia particularly liked the band for their vocal stance on animal rights; Rachel just liked how they rocked. She also liked how the venue had had several small nooks and alcoves she could pull her girlfriend into to feel her up unobserved by anyone else. The shy Felicia would blush furiously and make half-hearted protests about doing something like this in such a public place. But Rachel knew all about her tremendous embarrassment over anything sexual, and never took it too far. They had been close friends since childhood, and last fall, after a few emotionally confusing and painfully awkward days, they had finally admitted their feelings for one another. Their relationship started off with some nervous uncertainty on both of their parts, but, taking things slowly, it had solidified, and they were now the happiest they had ever been in their young lives. Rachel drove Felicia home after the concert. It was just after midnight when she pulled up to the curb in front of the house. Fireflies danced over the lawn and a couple swirled around them as they walked hand in hand up to the front porch. "Well..." Rachel said when they stood in front of the door. "I guess this is goodnight." She started to walk away. As always when they parted, their fingers remained entwined and would stay like that until they both were at arm's length, when they would finally separate. Tonight, however, Felicia didn't let go. Rachel glanced back at the unexpected resistance with a questioning look on her face. Felicia was nervous; or at least more nervous than usual. "Um...do you...do you want to come in for a bit?" "Uh...y-yeah, sure," Rachel stammered and let herself be led inside the house. Inside, they found Felicia's parents in the living room. They had fallen asleep in front of the TV, leaning against each other on the couch. The girls couldn't help but giggle at how cute they looked together. Felicia turned off the TV and found a blanket to drape over the pair. Her father shifted slightly and her mother made an uncharacteristically indelicate snort, but neither woke up. With the older couple tucked away, she once again took Rachel by the hand and led her upstairs. In her room, Felicia used a couple of old sheets to cover the cage holding her pet rabbit and the bigger one in which a large doll house was now the home of some small songbirds. The girls then kicked off their shoes and sat on the edge of the bed sharing slow, soft kisses. Rachel was not groping and pawing like at the concert, that had really only been to hear the adorable little squeaks Felicia would make. Here and now was something different. So she was gentle; a light touch on her hip, a soft stroke up her side, one hand cupping her cheek. And Felicia responded, melting closer in their embrace, caressing her love in return, tangling her fingers in Rachel's multicolor dyed hair. Rachel began making her way down Felicia's neck, kissing and nibbling lightly at the sensitive skin of her throat. Felicia suddenly pushed her away with a gentle pressure. "Um, I-I just need to..." she gestured toward the door leading to the attached bathroom. "Oh! Right, right." Rachel moved her hands to let her get up and watched her until she closed the door. She looked around the room while she waited. Felicia's room was decorated with posters of animals, a litter of puppies, an orangutan mother holding her baby, and a herd of horses running across a grassy meadow among others. Under the horse poster, there was a shelf full of colorful pony toys, which she was pretty sure Felicia still played with sometimes. A flowering vine climbed up a trellis outside the window, and its flowers filled the air with a sweet fragrance. She idly wondered how difficult it could be to climb the trellis and slip in to surprise Felicia as she slept. A small "Um..." drew attention back to the bathroom door and her jaw dropped. Felicia stood in the doorway, hands held behind her, and completely naked. Rachel stared in stunned silence, taking in every detail. Slender legs led up to round hips and a small patch of sparse, wispy golden hairs surrounding her womanhood. Pert breasts as big as softballs with small, pale pink nipples hung above a flat stomach. Straw-yellow hair spilled down over one shoulder and her chest. Her face, along with the rest of her, was turning rosy as she blushed. Her sea-green eyes kept nervously flicking to Rachel's own, away, and back again. "Um...s-see anything you like?" Rachel came back to herself and closed her gaping mouth. "Oh yes. Yes I do." She stood and wrapped her arms around Felicia and her newly exposed flesh, savoring the feel of it under her finger. "So, does this mean...?" Felicia nodded. "I'm ready. I want to make love with you." "And you're really sure?" "Yes." A hint of worry crept into Felicia's voice as she asked "Do you want to?" "Oh, I do, I do. I reeeally do," Rachel said hurriedly, planting several small kisses in the general vicinity of Felicia's mouth. "But I mean, like...well, it's my first time with a girl, and it's your first time ever, and, you know, I just want to make sure everything's perfect for us. For you." Felicia smiled that sweet, kindhearted smile that always made Rachel's heart melt. "Rachel, I'm with you. It is perfect." "Aw, jeez," Rachel suddenly felt very awkward. "I'm sorry," Felicia said, looking away. "I know you don't like mushy stuff." "Hey," Rachel caught Felicia's chin between thumb and forefinger, and turned her back to look her in the eye. "I like it when you say it." She then kissed her lover deeply and held her close in her arms. The kiss went on and on and quickly became more passionate, more eager. Their hands explored each other's bodies, Rachel's hands running over Felicia's silky smooth skin, Felicia's starting to reach under Rachel's clothes. Working together, they got Rachel's t-shirt off, lips parting for barely a second, revealing her trim, athletic body with skin tanned bronze by the sun. They started moving toward the bed, Rachel walking backward, as they both reached for the clasp of her bra. Rachel's legs hit the edge of the bed and she lost her balance, dragging them down together. They tumbled onto the bed, Felicia landing heavily on top of Rachel, nearly knocking the wind out of her. They looked at each other, laughed, and continued as before, giggling between the kisses. The bra quickly joined the t-shirt on the floor. Felicia pressed close, her breasts nearly flattening Rachel's smaller ones. She started moving downward, kissing all over her neck and chest, getting an appreciative moan in response. "Aaah, Felicia, I've never seen you this, mmm, aggressive before." "Oh, I'm sorry," Felicia sat back, pulling her hands away. "I can slow down if you want." "Nonono! Please," Rachel put a hand behind her head like a model and said "ravish me, Felicia." Felicia smiled playfully. "Well, if you insist." She leaned down again and began massaging Rachel's breasts and Rachel let her. She stroked Felicia's arms and up her shoulders, brushing golden hair out of her face as she took a nipple into her mouth. She groaned and arched her back, holding the back of Felicia's head to encourage her to continue the pleasant suckling sensation. Felicia pinched the other nipple, delicately at first, and when this received a whispered 'yes,' a little harder. Moving further down, Felicia left a few kisses across Rachel's toned abs as her hands went for the waist of her skirt. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, she slipped off the skirt and the underwear beneath, spread Rachel's legs wide...and froze. Her face turned crimson as she stared at the first vagina she had ever faced other than her own. Rachel propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at her. "Felicia," she said gently, "you don't have to—" Screwing her eyes shut tight, Felicia leaned forward and gave her pussy lips a big lick. "Or you could, I guess." Felicia lapped at Rachel's pussy vigorously, and Rachel sighed as waves of pleasure began radiating through her. She let out a long, low moan and grabbed fistfuls of bed sheet when Felicia started licking around and sucking on her clit. She was panting hard as felt her orgasm building. Those pleasure waves carried her closer and closer to the edge and she rocked her hips in a steady rhythm while Felicia kept going. Finally she climaxed and spasmed in toe-curling ecstasy. Felicia didn't seem to notice the orgasm, her eyes still closed, focusing intently on her task. Rachel's brain felt fuzzy and though she tried to tell Felicia to stop, the only sounds coming out of her were pants, gasps, and moans. Another orgasm came close on the heels of the first, and she held her hands over her face to muffle her scream. A third welled up and crashed through her before she could regain control of herself. Eventually, she was able to reach down and push Felicia away, moaning "Stop stop stop, please! Oh my god..." Felicia looked up at her with a worried expression. "I-I didn't do anything wrong did I?" "No! No, no. That was amazing," Rachel said, taking Felicia's face in her hands and kissing her. Leaning back, she pulled Felicia up with her until she was lying next to her. "Where did you learn how to eat pussy like that?" Felicia looked away and mumbled, barely audibly "...porn..." Rachel laughed. "You watch porn? You nearly failed sex ed because you were too embarrassed to look at the textbook." "Well, it was just kind of...research," Felicia said, fiddling timidly with a lock of hair that had fallen across her face. "Research? You mean research for...for tonight?" Felicia nodded. "I-I wanted to make sure I didn't mess up or anything. I mean, I found some tips and instructions, but I wanted to see a...practical demonstration, and well..." Rachel smiled and again guided Felicia's chin so she could kiss her once more. "So, did you play with yourself while you watched?" she asked. Felicia let out a little embarrassed whimper. "I'll take that as a yes," Rachel said. "Did you grab your tits like this?" She rubbed one of Felicia's breasts, squeezing lightly. Felicia closed her eyes and moaned quietly. "And did you pinch your nipples like this?" Felicia bit her lip and squealed as Rachel tweaked and rolled the nipple between her fingers. Worrying that she may have squeezed a little too tight, Rachel took the nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hard little nub. Felicia's hand snaked up across the back of Rachel's neck and wound itself in her prismatic hair, pressing her head to Felicia's ample bosom. Rachel pushed a thigh between Felicia's and hooked her leg with her own. She slid her hand across Felicia's belly and down to her inner thigh, where she stroked the sensitive flesh until opened wider, allowing her access to Felicia's pussy. "Did you touch yourself down here, too?" she asked, rubbing Felicia's mound with the heel of her hand. Running her fingers through the slit below, she parted the lips and felt the wetness inside. Felicia breathed a shaky sigh and buried her face in Rachel's shoulder. She worked her finger around Felicia's hole, and then slowly pushed it in. Felicia moaned as the finger slid all the way up inside her. Rachel started rubbing Felicia's clit with her thumb while she picked up the pace of her finger plunging in and out of Felicia's wet pussy. Felicia started thrusting her hips in time with the fingering, and Rachel heard her mumbling into her shoulder "Oh, Rachel...Rachel...Rachel..." She started licking at the hollow of Felicia's throat before dragging the tip of her tongue up along her neck and up to her ear. Felicia's earlobes were one of her most sensitive spots, and as Rachel started sucking and nibbling at them, she started thrashing wildly, trying to hump Rachel's hand. Suddenly, Felicia stiffened, squeaking breathlessly. Rachel held her close until the orgasm finished, leaving her trembling in her arms. Noticing a small sound, she looked at Felicia. "Are you crying?" she asked with concern. Felicia looked up at her with tears in her eyes. "I love you so much, Rachel. I love you." Rachel smiled back at her. "And I love you, Felicia." With that, she kissed the tears out of her lover's eyes, and once more on the lips before they simply held each other in a quiet embrace until they fell asleep. Their First Time Together I pulled up to George's house and parked my car in his driveway. I glanced around the neighborhood trying to get a feeling for the area and the type of people that might live here. Honestly his house itself looked about as far from a bachelor's pad as a house could without pink tulips in the front yard. Every house on the canopied street looked as if a young family lived there. The quaint one or two bedroom houses all lined up along the curvy road were not at all what I was expecting. I checked my phone. 8:59am. Perfect timing. I took a deep breath as my heart started to race and stood up out of my car. I had decided that high heels were perhaps a little overreaching for a 9am date at George's and instead wore sandals... and I started to regret it. I should have put more effort into looking sexy. God knows I had time to this morning. I had woken up at 5am my mind racing with what today would bring. I tried desperately to go back to sleep for a few more hours but I just couldn't get myself to relax. Instead I got up and started preparing myself for today. Every inch of my skin had been exfoliated and lotioned, every nail painted, every unwanted hair removed, and every aspect of my outfit deliberately chosen, discarded then re-chosen. I had decided on a cute summer dress and sandals with matching blue lacy bra and underwear. I walked up the porch, my heart racing and my breath becoming shallow. At the door I forced myself to take two deep breaths and remember how amazing our first date had been. When I had calmed myself down a little I knocked on the door. After a moment the door swung open and there he stood. His dark hair was tousled in the most sexy bed head I think I've ever seen, his morning stubble unshaven, wearing black framed glasses, a white tee-shirt, and flannel pajama pants. My heart all but stopped at his sexiness. He looked a little surprised and smiled. "Adeline, you look beautiful. Come in." I flushed, lowered my head and stepped inside. Inside his home was more like the bachelor pad that I had expected. The décor was lots of steel and grey but with interesting pops of color. This looked far more put together than my home which was a modge podge of random furniture and decorations that I liked at the time of purchase. George kissed my forehead and said, "Good morning" as he grabbed my hand. The rough scratch of his beard stubble was oddly reassuring. I muttered, "Good morning" as he pulled me through the living room into the modern kitchen. "Sit" he instructed gesturing to the stools along the kitchen island. I took a seat and glanced around the impressive kitchen. George had the nicest appliances and cleanest kitchen that I had ever seen. He leaned on the opposite side of the island from me and asked, "What would you like for breakfast?" I tore my gaze away from the six-top range stove which admittedly was causing pangs of jealousy to run through me and answered, "Oh, I already had breakfast." He looked at me skeptically, "What did you have?" "Coffee. I don't really eat breakfast." "You will if you become mine," he said simply. "How many cups of coffee did you have?" I flushed a little and looked down at the counter, "Four." This was actually how many I had during the week as well, but I got the feeling George would not approve. "Four?" his voice was as surprised as I thought it would be, though he was surprised for a different reason than I'd thought. "What time did you get up?" he asked. Oh, I really didn't want to admit to him that I'd been so excited that I woke up at five. I tried to evade a specific answer, "I've been up for a while I guess." When he didn't respond I peeked up at his face. His eyebrows were raised, waiting for me to answer him properly. I took a deep breath then simply said, "Since five." An amused smile crept across his lips. "Were you excited or nervous?" I grinned a little, "Both I think." He rounded the island back to me and stood right in front of me. He grabbed my face gently, "There is nothing to be nervous about. I am not going to push your boundaries today. We need to get a feel for each other before we start doing things that should make you nervous, okay?" God he was intense. My lips parted wanting so badly for him to kiss me as I stared deep into his eyes. "Okay," I managed to whisper. "Good" he said before he lowered his face to mine and kissed me hard. His lips seared flaming hot against mine, so smooth and yet so firm. The rough scratch of his beard against my face made me question its sexiness but it still sent butterflies flying in my stomach and made my lower abdomen twist deliciously. My fingers, unable to hold still, pulled his hips gently as we kissed. He softened the kiss and pulled back, kissing me gently a few times all the while still holding my face. Finally he stopped kissing and asked, "What would you like to eat?" I replied breathily, "Nothing." He looked very serious as he tightened his grip on my face. I corrected my answer, "Nothing Sir." He raised my face upward toward his, "You will eat," he said simply. My god I was in trouble, already I felt like I had been his for a lifetime. "Toast?" I asked. "And eggs." It was only after I nodded that he smiled, kissed my forehead and said, "Good girl." That small term of endearment, that tiny praise brought a ridiculous smile across my face. Luckily he had turned away to make our breakfast so he didn't see the stupid ear-to-ear grin. I had relaxed my face a bit by the time he turned to look at me again. He asked me about my work as he set about making our breakfast. During breakfast he asked me question after question, probing into my work and home life. The more I talked the more I forgot how nervous I had been. By the time we finished eating breakfast I felt like I was at a trusted friend's house not a potential Dominant's. After my last bite I set my fork down and said, "Thank you, that was really delicious." George smiled, "I'm glad you liked it," and stood up from his stool reaching out both hands for both of mine. "Now it's time for a shower." My mouth popped open at his words. He pulled gently on my hands, "Come on little girl, time to wash off half of that make-up at least." I flushed embarrassed. I knew I shouldn't have worn so much make-up! I thought cursing myself, but glad that my mascara at least was waterproof so I would have something on still after a shower. I hopped down off the stool and followed him silently through the living room and bedroom into his master bath. This room definitely caused pangs of jealousy to run through me. He had both a two-person soaker tub and a giant tiled-in shower with a fancy looking shower-head. The second we entered the bathroom George pulled off his tee-shirt and ordered, "Out of that pretty little dress." I stared at his chest for a moment, the overwhelming desire to snuggle my body against it distracting me until he came over to me and lifted the bottom hem of my dress over my head himself. My body naturally became concave, self conscious at my nakedness. His hands pushed my shoulders back as he examined my body. "Your body is beautiful Adeline. I don't want you ever to be embarrassed by it." I flushed at his words and turned my cheek against my shoulder. His fingers probed under my chin, forcing my face up to his and he asked, "Do you understand me?" His overwhelming sincerity and the warmth in his eyes made me pause. I couldn't form words. The fingers under my chin moved down and gripped my neck gently, "I do not like to repeat myself." My mouth opened gently and my eyelids became heavy as a rush of lust overcame me at the feeling of his fingers around my neck. "Yes Sir." "Yes what? Say it." I corrected my answer, "Yes Sir, I will not be ashamed of my body in any way when I am around you." He narrowed his eyes at me, "Do not be ashamed of your body at any time, even when you are not around me." "Yes Sir," was all I could squeak out as my stomach was twisting deliciously again. "Good girl," he said simply before pulling my neck to him and lowering his face to kiss me hard. My arms immediately wrapped around his hard body and my fingers traced the muscles in his back. He kept his fingers wrapped around my neck as his other hand ventured downward and squeezed my bottom before spanking it once. He broke away from the kiss and quickly turned my shoulders forcing me to face away from him. With one hand still wrapped around my neck he pulled my body against his and his free hand began to explore. His fingers trailed down first my left boob light as a feather, tickling my nipple underneath my bra before grabbing it hard and squeezing it. Then his hand moved to my right boob pinching my nipple gently through the fabric causing my knees to bend and my head to lean back against him... Then he flicked it once as it was standing out through the lace which made my body jump. He chuckled at me when I jumped and moved his hand down across my flat stomach. My jump also made his erection twitch which brought it to my attention. I could feel it now, pressing firmly into my back. I reached behind me with both hands grabbing first his hips then searching for his hard cock. His right hand around my neck gripped higher and tighter, actually cutting off my air supply as he said, "Not yet my naughty slut." As I pull my hands away from him he relaxed his grip around my throat and I took a deep breath. "Use those eager hands to play with your breasts little slut," he said. Mmmm don't have to tell me twice, I thought as I reached my hands up my sides and started caressing my boobs. His hands continued with their journey across my stomach and down skimming the top of my panties. Excruciatingly slowly he dipped one finger under the hem and released my neck long enough to slide my panties down my thighs, dropping them to the floor. With his face right by my ass he bit my cheek on his way back up and said, "Did I tell you to stop?" Only then did I realize that my hands had come to a halt just resting on my boobs. "Sorry Sir," I said as I went back to pinching my nipples gently. Suddenly his fingers found my throat again and he squeezed it tight forcing my head to tilt to one side. His other hand pressed back on my hips forcing my ass against his now bare cock. He started to kiss and suck on my neck, occasionally coming up to bite and kiss my ear. I started panting and really pulling on my nipples. Feeling his hard cock pressing against my back made my pussy even more we than it already was and I knew it was only a matter of time before I wouldn't be able to resist touching it. Luckily I didn't have to wait long. His hand across my hips reached down gently caressing my pussy lips, ever so slowly pulling them apart... but never touching my clitoris nor finger fucking me. "Spread you legs slut. I want to see how wet I've made you." I was breathing too hard to answer him properly so I just spread my legs in response. He was kissing my neck hard as he slipped one finger into my soaking wet pussy, swirled it around once, and then pulled it back out again. I nearly came as his finger swirled inside me, and George knew it. Faster than I knew was possible his finger was out of me, my body turned around and pressed back against the cold uncomfortable tile on the wall. "Open your mouth," he commanded looking deep into my eyes. I opened my mouth never breaking eye contact with him. He slowly inserted the finger that had been inside me into my open mouth. Quite deliberately I closed my mouth and sucked my sweet juice off of him. I watched his eyes as I did and saw the lust I caused, secretly pleased with myself. "You will ask for permission before you cum when you are mine, understood?" he asked. "Yes Sir," I replied hearing the lust in my own voice. "Good, now time for that shower." He released me and headed quickly into the shower, turning and adjusting several knobs. I took a few steadying breaths leaning against the cool bathroom tiles before being able to pull myself away from the wall and follow him into the shower. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest feeling his warmth and his hard pecks under my fingers all the while wondering what the numerous gadgets around the shower could do. Without turning to look at me he instructed, "Stand against the wall and hold onto the bar above." I looked around the shower and found the wall he meant, there was what looked to be a towel rack screwed into the wall about 6 feet above the ground. I walked over, my heart racing with possibilities, and reached my arms above me to hold the pole. It was high enough that my arms had only enough room to bend a little at the elbow and it was attached solidly to the wall, I was pretty sure it would hold my entire weight if I pulled on it. It was made of a porous material, so that even when wet it could not be slippery. I smiled thinking of the past fun this pole had most likely been a part of. George turned back toward me, the handheld showerhead in his grasp. I got positively tingly watching the lust rush through him at the sight of me. "Do not let go of that bar until I tell you to." I lowered my gaze and rested my weight on one foot, making my hip pop out answering, "Yes Sir," as coquettishly as I could. I was rewarded with a small, delicious growl from the back of George's throat. He walked right up to me, his body almost touching mine, "You're doing that on purpose aren't you little slut?" I looked up at him and teased, "I don't know what you mean..." Suddenly a spurt of icy water hit my left side. His showerhead allowed him to release hot and cold water separately at the touch of a button. I felt the cold water drip slowly down my side, over my hip, thigh, and all the way down to my toes. George only raised his eyebrows at me. I corrected myself, "Yes Sir, I'm trying to turn you on." He smirked and kissed my nose, "You don't need to try at all my dear... happens naturally." I flushed with pleasure and felt nice hot water starting at my toes and making its way up my legs. I felt every drip as it trailed down my oversensitive skin starting from my stomach and making their way down. But George never let the water touch my boobs, I had a feeling he was saving something special... He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my face close to his, kissing me deeply. My fingers braided through his tousled hair... just before icy water was sprayed on the top of my head. "Aaahhh!" I yelled out, jumping away from him. He turned the water off looking stern but slightly amused. "I told you not to let go," he explained as I felt cold water drip down my face and neck, bending around the curves of my breasts and dripping over my hard nipples. "I'm sorry Sir," my voice was shaky with cold. I quickly returned to my instructed position and held the bar tightly... This is going to be harder than I thought. He took a step back and studied me for a moment before making a decision. He pushed a few buttons on the showerhead and water came squirting out in a very precise jet in a rhythm. It must have been the massage setting on the showerhead. George grinned a little wickedly then suddenly aimed the stream of hot pulsating water right at the base of my thighs. "Oh!" I yelled out in surprise and brought my thighs together. I saw the look of disapproval on George's face and opened my legs back up gripping the pole tighter. He left the stream there for only a few seconds before switching the temperature suddenly to cold making me yell out again. He switched the temperature back and forth, icy cold and searing hot for a few minutes making my body absolutely ache with need. I noticed that his cock was rock hard and starting to drip delicious precum. He saw how close I was to cumming and changed his strategy. He moved his focus to my boobs, the jet felt extra strong against my sensitive nipples. I bit my lip trying to contain myself from moaning, or screaming, or cumming. He switched the temperature back and forth on my boobs for a while before returning his attention to my pussy. By this point my legs were positively squirming and my breath was very shallow. Geroge stepped closer to me and pulled apart my lips, allowing the water to have more access to my clitoris specifically. "Oh! Oh Sir please may I cum?" I screamed out. George grinned, "You want to cum?" My toes were curling, "Yes Sir please!" Suddenly the water was gone, all pressure against my clit was gone and I almost came from the change of sensation. George pushed a button on the wall which made warm water spray out of two long and narrow openings along the wall, covering us both in nice warm water. "Hold onto the bar," George instructed as he dropped the showerhead and lifted my thighs with his hands. I wrapped my legs around just in time for him to thrust his rock hard cock into me. I screamed out and held on tight to the bar above me. The pain and relief I felt was incredible. My pussy felt ripped open and also finally satisfied as George roughly thrust himself into me over and over. His face was buried in my neck, kissing and biting me as his hands slid around my body gripping me tightly and holding up my weight. My hips thrust against him and before I even knew what was happening I was cumming loudly. George's hand gripped my hair and yanked my head back and I felt his thrusts get deeper and more deliberate. He groaned and came filling me up with his sticky cum. His body rested against me for a moment before he lifted my bottom and pulled his cock out of me. Setting me down gently he said, "You can let go now." I slowly peeled my fingers off the bar; I hadn't realized the death grip I had on it. I grinned sheepishly up at George. "Cumming without permission?" he looked stern as he tisked, but there was a slight smile hidden around his eyes, "What am I going to do with you?" I bit my lip at the thought of what was to come.