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TiffAching · 31-35, F
I was trembling and terrified. She was my first everything, and she was so much older and more experienced than me, and I was so afraid I was going to screw everything up. I was in her house, sitting on her couch and looking down hoping she wouldn’t see how embarrassed I was. She reached down and lifted my chin up.
“Hey, I invited you here for a reason,” she said. “It’s going to be okay.”
She leaned down and kissed me. Her hand stayed on my chin for a moment, then worked its way down to my throat, then to my chest, then down my belly, then down and inside and back up my skirt. She leaned into the kiss with all her weight and I did my best to push back so I didn’t sink into the couch. I was totally unprepared for her tongue, but pulling back wasn’t an option at that point so I just did my best to roll with it.
It lasted ten seconds or a minute or three hours or a year, hard to say. Our lips plopped when we finally separated, though, and then she led me to her bedroom.
“Hey, I invited you here for a reason,” she said. “It’s going to be okay.”
She leaned down and kissed me. Her hand stayed on my chin for a moment, then worked its way down to my throat, then to my chest, then down my belly, then down and inside and back up my skirt. She leaned into the kiss with all her weight and I did my best to push back so I didn’t sink into the couch. I was totally unprepared for her tongue, but pulling back wasn’t an option at that point so I just did my best to roll with it.
It lasted ten seconds or a minute or three hours or a year, hard to say. Our lips plopped when we finally separated, though, and then she led me to her bedroom.