Exploring Her Truth
This story is intended for adults only. It contains graphic descriptions of sexual encounters between women, and some heterosexual activity as well. If you are offended by this type of content I suggest you don't read it. Otherwise I hope you enjoy
I first laid eyes on Ashley, when she entered my church in a casual sundress and sandals, turning heads. She was there to conduct interviews for a paper, but the deacons, strict traditionalists, asked her to leave. She refused, arguing that the church was public and she needed information for her assignment due on Monday. The argument escalated, particularly with the eldest deacon, Ray, but Ashley eventually left after making her feelings clear.
Walking back to my dorm after the service, I saw her sitting on a bench. She greeted me with a warm, inviting smile and introduced herself. I replied, "Emily," and though I considered walking away, something about her intrigued me. It might have been her perfectly imperfect dirty blonde hair, her sparkling blue eyes, or her confident stance against Ray. Whatever it was, I slowed my pace to match hers, eager to learn more.
"You attend Baptist church?" She asked, grinning. I nodded. "Yeah, saw you there. Ray and the deacons can be strict."
Ashley laughed. "Sticks up their asses, you mean. They're pretty uptight."
I laughed too, charmed by her bluntness. "Yeah, that too."
She then asked, "Would you do an interview for a paper I'm writing?"
“Sure” I said, that’s when I noticed her nipples poking through the shear fabric of her sundress. She’s not wearing a bra I thought. I quickly looked away, embarrassed.
"Where do you want to go?" I asked, trying to stay focused. "Rubles in an hour?" she suggested. I agreed.
On my way back to my dorm, I couldn't stop thinking about Ashley and her revealing sundress. I changed into shorts and a loose t-shirt, trying to clear my mind.
At Rubles, the place was mostly empty. I checked the time, saw I was on schedule, and took a booth by the door. As I waited, I worried about the potential fallout if Ray or the deacons found out about this meeting. They might tell my parents, who had sent me to a public university on the condition I stayed involved in the church and stayed away from “bad influences”. By that I am sure they meant people like Ashley. I was about to leave when she walked in, her sundress backlit, showing she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Our eyes met, and she smiled, oblivious to my inner turmoil.
"We ordered coffee and started chatting. She asked about my age and major. When I said I was an engineering major, she giggled and said, "That makes sense."
"You're calling me a nerd," I joked.
She laughed. "Nerds are sexy," she said, making me blush. I quickly changed the subject. "So, what do you want to know about my church?
We talked about the church and its rules, with her taking notes. Her interest peaked when I mentioned being homeschooled and new to public education. I told her about meeting my boyfriend Jake at church. She jokingly said our relationship probably wasn't exciting. I defended it, saying, "You might be surprised." She laughed and said, "Do tell." I claimed Jake and I had a good sex life, but she interrupted, "Missionary with the lights off isn't my definition of good." I felt a mix of anger and embarrassment—she was right, our sex life was exactly like that, and I never reached orgasm.
Ashley seemed to sense my emotions, and said "Hey, sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that." I let out a sigh and replied, "It's okay." I paused, then continued, "Honestly, you're right, he is very conservative and well never really satisfies me”. As I spoke, I felt a sudden wave of emotion wash over me, and to my surprise, a tear rolled down my cheek.
"That's okay," she said with a smile. "Men almost always leave me disappointed and crying too." We giggled. "Women never do that," she added with a mischievous glint. I laughed outright.She mentioned needing to work on her paper and asked for my number. We exchanged contacts and she asked if we could hug. As we embraced, I felt her nipples against me, reminding me she was naked under her dress, I felt my face flush and warmth between my legs. Surprised I pulled away and said “time to go”.
I returned to my dorm to study, but my mind kept drifting to Ashley. She was confident, carefree, and mischievous, with a unique style that rejected conventional fashion. I, on the other hand, was shy, struggled with self-doubt, and had an understated style—baggy clothes or conservative church dresses. Our only similarity was our petite stature.
As I lay in bed that night, my mind replayed my conversation with Ashley, especially the sex talk. I decided to take charge with Jake next time, I wanted to be on top and suck his cock. I did that once before at church camp and enjoyed it. Only thing was he came in my mouth and I didn’t know what to do with it so I swallowed it. I wondered if that was right. Maybe I'd ask Ashley.
My hand slipped into my panties; I was surprisingly wet. As I rubbed my clit, I thought about Jake and my plans. Then, Ashley's face appeared in my mind, and her comment "Women never do that" echoed. I realized she might have been serious. I thought about her nipples pressing against me during our hug. A cry of pleasure escaped as I reached orgasm.
The next day, Ashley texted, "Hey, I think I did really well on my paper, thanks again for your help." I replied, "YW."
Her next message made my heart race: "Let's meet at Rubles. I want to buy you a drink to thank you." I hesitated, thinking about excuses and the deacons finding out. I had thought of her while masturbating, which I believed was a sin. Despite my fears, I texted, "Ok, be there in 30." My heart pounded as I sent it, knowing I was stepping into uncharted territory.
Walking into Rubles, I saw her in the same booth, sipping a drink. She wore a black, low-cut t-shirt and a denim skirt, her blonde hair slightly disheveled. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and I smiled back. She had ordered me an iced tea, which I appreciated. We chatted about classes, campus life, and professors.
She asked if I saw Jake last night, and I shyly said, "No, but I thought about him."
She laughed. "Good for you, girl." Then, teasingly, "Think about anyone else?" I paused. "Yes, a boy at church camp." She smiled, eager to hear more. "His name was David. We didn't have sex, but..." I trailed off.
She finished, "But you gave him a BJ, right?" I blushed and nodded.
"Was he your first?" she asked.
"Yes, but I didn't know what to do with it. Are you supposed to swallow?" I asked.
She laughed. "You can do whatever you want with it. But I usually swallow it. It's good for you."
"Usually?" I asked, intrigued.
"Well, once I kept it in my mouth and kissed him," she said with a smirk.
"What did he do?" I exclaimed.
"He swallowed it," she replied.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The conversation was both educational and arousing, and I could feel cheeks and pussy growing hotter by the minute.
Just then, Jake texted, asking if I wanted to study—our code for sex. I was torn between staying with Ashley and my growing need. I confided in her, explaining Jake's text. She smiled mischievously. "You should go fuck the Christian out of him." I laughed. "But who will fuck the Christian out of me?"Her smile turned impish. "Oh, I think I know someone who could do that."
As we hugged goodbye, she pressed her breasts into mine, her nipples poking me. She whispered in my ear, "Don't let him disappoint you." Her words sent shivers down my spine and to my soaked pussy, a slight moan escaped my lips. She pulled back, looking me in the eyes. "Remember, women don't disappoint." Then she walked away, leaving me aroused and intrigued.
With wobbly knees and a wet pussy from my encounter with Ashley, I went to Jake's place, determined to "fuck the Christian out of him." As soon as he opened the door, I kissed him passionately, my hand sliding down his chest to his rapidly hardening cock. He pulled back, concern etched on his face, and asked, "Emily, are you okay?" I responded by unzipping his pants, revealing his already hard cock. I wrapped my hand around his cock and sank to my knees, taking him by surprise. He started to protest again, but his words trailed off into deep breaths as I slid his cock into my mouth, taking it as deep as I could. I began to move my head, bobbing up and down, my lips tightly sealed around his shaft. I took my time sucking on the head, swirling my tongue around it, before taking him deep again. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god." Looking up at him, I said, "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I stood up, still holding his cock, and led him to the bedroom.
As we kissed, he tried to roll me onto my back, but I insisted, "No, I want to be on top." I straddled him, feeling empowered, and lowered my soaked pussy onto his hard cock. I took him deep, feeling my pussy stretch around him. I raised my hips, sliding him out, then lowered myself again, repeating the motion. Suddenly, he stiffened and cried out in pleasure as he came. I was disappointed, thinking, "Well, I guess it's my fingers again tonight." I rolled off, frustrated. Ashley's words echoed in my mind, "Men always disappoint," and I couldn't help but agree.
Walking home, I texted Ashley, "Well, one of us is still a Christian LOL." She replied, "Come by my apartment and tell me what happened." "When and where?" I asked. "Now," she said, sending her address. It was just a few blocks from Jake's.
She opened the door, still in her black t-shirt and denim skirt. "Come in," she smiled, offering me wine and motioning to the couch. I sat down, and she turned to me. "Tell me about it."
I described taking Jake as soon as I walked in, sucking his cock in the doorway. Ashley listened intently, her nipples hard through her shirt and from the angle we were sitting at I could see up her skirt, pink Hello Kitty panties. As I told her about taking him to the bedroom, my eyes kept returning to her provocative sight, between her legs. I finished with Jake cumming after just a few seconds. She sighed, "Men."
"Well at least I'm not crying, and I'm still a Christian," I replied.
As I left, she walked me to the door. We hugged, our bodies pressed together. I felt a strong connection and didn't want to let go. As we pulled back, she smiled. "Maybe you should think of someone else tonight." I smiled, “Yeah but who?” "Whoever you're thinking about now," she said with a naughty smile. She gently pushed me out the door.
As soon as I got home, I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted. But as I lay there, my mind wandered to Jake's cock in my mouth, and I began caressing my breast, feeling my nipples stiffen. I thought about his smell and taste, and how much I enjoyed sucking him. But I also felt disappointment, remembering how quickly he came.
Ashley’s words echoed: "Think about who you are thinking about now." I imagined her—her hard nipples pressed against me, her hot breath on my neck, her Hello Kitty panties. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her, to feel her mouth on me. My hand drifted to my wet pussy, and as I slipped a finger inside, pleasure surged through me. I gently rubbed my clit as I imagined Ashley’s mouth on me, my orgasm hit hard and fast.
The next morning, I tried to convince myself that my feelings for Ashley were just a phase. I wasn't a lesbian, I told myself, and I had never been interested in a woman before. I enjoyed sucking cock too much to like women, right? I thought the deacons were right— Ashley was trouble and a bad influence, and I needed to stay away from her. But as the day went on, I kept checking my phone, hoping she would text. I was torn between wanting to hear from her and wanting to avoid her.
As evening approached, I couldn't take it anymore. I texted her, "Hi, I think we need to talk." She replied immediately, "Hey, I was wondering if I would hear from you today. Sure, we can talk. Want to cum bi?" I noticed she spelled "come" as "cum" and "by" as "bi." Was she being suggestive, or was it a typo? The more I thought about it, the more confused I got.
Walking to Ashley 's place, I prepared myself for the conversation. I planned to be honest, explaining that I wasn't interested in women sexually but valued our friendship. As I entered her apartment, she greeted me with a warm smile and that familiar glint in her eye. She wore a long t-shirt, which appeared to be her only garment. Her nipples were visible beneath the fabric, making me wonder if she was wearing anything underneath. The thought sent a wave of warmth between my legs. "God, she's turning me on again," I thought to myself.
She motioned for me to sit on the couch. As I did, she sat beside me, curling her legs up in a way that revealed lacy black panties. My face flushed, and I felt my pussy getting wet. We sat in awkward silence for a moment before she broke the tension. "Well, what did you want to talk about?"
I covered my face with my hands, feeling overwhelmed, and said, "I don't even know where to begin." She gently pulled my hands away, encouraging me to speak. I stammered, trying to find the right words, and finally managed to say, "I really like you."
A smile spread across her lips. "Go on."
As I struggled to find the right words, she said, "You know I thought about you last night when I was alone in bed."
I felt a surge of excitement. "Did you...?" I managed to ask.
She replied with a naughty smile, "Yes."
The thought of her touching herself while thinking about me was overwhelming, and my voice shook as I said, "I thought about you too."
"Was I good?" she asked and we both burst out laughing, I covered my face again and said, "No, you were amazing." We both laughed harder. She took my hands into hers, her soft touch both calming and electrifying.
“I've never done anything like this before," I said, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. She reassured me, "It's okay, Emily. You don't ever have to do anything you don't want to do, okay?" I nodded.
"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked.
Trembling, I replied, "I think so."
She moved closer, our lips inches apart. After a moment, I closed the distance, and our lips met. The first touch sent shivers through my body. As our mouths opened, her small, feminine tongue pushed between my lips. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.
She broke the kiss, a sly smile spreading across her face. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked.
I didn't respond with words; instead, I pulled her in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. Her hands slid down my side, then back up, brushing against my breast and sending a shiver through my body.
We broke off the kiss, and she suggested moving to her bedroom. As I stood up, a last moment of doubt hit me. I considered walking out the door and never looking back, but then she took my hand, her touch gentle but firm, and said, "It's this way." She led me to her room, and I followed, my heart pounding with anticipation and a hint of fear.
We kissed again, and she guided me to her bed, laying me on my back as she lay beside me. Her hand roamed over my breast, quickly slipping under my shirt. I gasped with pleasure as she pushed my bra aside and found my nipple. She pulled my shirt off and removed my bra, her mouth moving from one nipple to the other, gently sucking. I squirmed with pleasure and reached out to caress her small, firm breasts. Her nipples were hard under my touch.
She sat back on her heels and pulled her t-shirt off, revealing her stunning body—small, firm breasts, hard nipples, and black lace panties. I sucked one nipple, then the other, and she moaned with pleasure. She began unbuttoning my shorts and unzipping them, then paused, her hand resting on my tummy. "What do you want, Em?" she asked.
I tried to push her hand towards my pussy, desperate for her touch. She resisted, looking me in the eye. "I want you to say it."
Shaking with desire, I whispered, "I want you to touch me." "Good girl," she said as her hand slipped into my panties and her hot mouth found mine.
As her finger slid into my pussy, I arched my back, moaning with pleasure. Her finger was small and delicate but knew exactly where to touch. Soon, she added a second finger, and I felt my juices flowing. She expertly found my clit, applying just the right pressure as she rubbed it in circles before pushing her fingers back inside me. I gasped as she withdrew her hand, a naughty smile on her face. She sucked on her fingers, and I pulled her to me, kissing her passionately and tasting myself on her lips.
She pulled off my shorts and panties, kissing down my tummy. Each kiss sent sparks of pleasure to my pussy, growing more intense as she got closer. Her mouth closed around my aching clit, making me gasp. She licked down my slit, pushing her tongue into my pussy as far as she could before returning to my clit. She licked, sucked, and pushed two fingers back inside me.
"AHHHA!" I screamed as my orgasm hit hard. Instinctively, I put my hands on her head, holding her mouth in place as my pussy gushed.
I looked down at her face, glistening with my juices and that naughty smile spread across her lips. I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting myself on her mouth, which drove me wild. I pushed her onto her back next to me, kissing her as I made my way down to her nipples. My hand slid down her body towards her pussy. As I reached the top of her lacy black panties, she grabbed my hand, stopping me. "Emily, you don’t have to do anything to me," she said.
"I want to touch you," I replied, slipping my hand into her panties. Her pussy was completely shaved and smooth, making me feel a tinge of embarrassment that mine was hairy. As I reached her clit and gently rubbed it, she sighed with pleasure. I dipped my finger into her; she was hot and wet. I mimicked her, withdrawing my hand and starting to bring it to my lips. She grabbed my arm and directed my hand to her mouth. She hungrily licked her juices from my fingers and said, "Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from."
I kissed my way down to her waiting pussy, eager to taste her and please her. I kissed her smooth mound, enjoying its softness, and nervously licked her clit and down her slit, getting my first taste of a woman. She was salty yet sweet. All inhibitions fell away as I hungrily sucked her clit and pushed my tongue into her pussy. I wanted her to cum; I needed her to cum. Soon, her back arched, and she let out a whimper as her pussy gushed, covering my face with her juices.
She pulled me up, kissed me. "God, I love tasting myself on your mouth," she panted. We cuddled up next to one another, kissing, both of us sweaty, her room filled with the smell of our sex. Soon, I fell asleep in her arms.
I first laid eyes on Ashley, when she entered my church in a casual sundress and sandals, turning heads. She was there to conduct interviews for a paper, but the deacons, strict traditionalists, asked her to leave. She refused, arguing that the church was public and she needed information for her assignment due on Monday. The argument escalated, particularly with the eldest deacon, Ray, but Ashley eventually left after making her feelings clear.
Walking back to my dorm after the service, I saw her sitting on a bench. She greeted me with a warm, inviting smile and introduced herself. I replied, "Emily," and though I considered walking away, something about her intrigued me. It might have been her perfectly imperfect dirty blonde hair, her sparkling blue eyes, or her confident stance against Ray. Whatever it was, I slowed my pace to match hers, eager to learn more.
"You attend Baptist church?" She asked, grinning. I nodded. "Yeah, saw you there. Ray and the deacons can be strict."
Ashley laughed. "Sticks up their asses, you mean. They're pretty uptight."
I laughed too, charmed by her bluntness. "Yeah, that too."
She then asked, "Would you do an interview for a paper I'm writing?"
“Sure” I said, that’s when I noticed her nipples poking through the shear fabric of her sundress. She’s not wearing a bra I thought. I quickly looked away, embarrassed.
"Where do you want to go?" I asked, trying to stay focused. "Rubles in an hour?" she suggested. I agreed.
On my way back to my dorm, I couldn't stop thinking about Ashley and her revealing sundress. I changed into shorts and a loose t-shirt, trying to clear my mind.
At Rubles, the place was mostly empty. I checked the time, saw I was on schedule, and took a booth by the door. As I waited, I worried about the potential fallout if Ray or the deacons found out about this meeting. They might tell my parents, who had sent me to a public university on the condition I stayed involved in the church and stayed away from “bad influences”. By that I am sure they meant people like Ashley. I was about to leave when she walked in, her sundress backlit, showing she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Our eyes met, and she smiled, oblivious to my inner turmoil.
"We ordered coffee and started chatting. She asked about my age and major. When I said I was an engineering major, she giggled and said, "That makes sense."
"You're calling me a nerd," I joked.
She laughed. "Nerds are sexy," she said, making me blush. I quickly changed the subject. "So, what do you want to know about my church?
We talked about the church and its rules, with her taking notes. Her interest peaked when I mentioned being homeschooled and new to public education. I told her about meeting my boyfriend Jake at church. She jokingly said our relationship probably wasn't exciting. I defended it, saying, "You might be surprised." She laughed and said, "Do tell." I claimed Jake and I had a good sex life, but she interrupted, "Missionary with the lights off isn't my definition of good." I felt a mix of anger and embarrassment—she was right, our sex life was exactly like that, and I never reached orgasm.
Ashley seemed to sense my emotions, and said "Hey, sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that." I let out a sigh and replied, "It's okay." I paused, then continued, "Honestly, you're right, he is very conservative and well never really satisfies me”. As I spoke, I felt a sudden wave of emotion wash over me, and to my surprise, a tear rolled down my cheek.
"That's okay," she said with a smile. "Men almost always leave me disappointed and crying too." We giggled. "Women never do that," she added with a mischievous glint. I laughed outright.She mentioned needing to work on her paper and asked for my number. We exchanged contacts and she asked if we could hug. As we embraced, I felt her nipples against me, reminding me she was naked under her dress, I felt my face flush and warmth between my legs. Surprised I pulled away and said “time to go”.
I returned to my dorm to study, but my mind kept drifting to Ashley. She was confident, carefree, and mischievous, with a unique style that rejected conventional fashion. I, on the other hand, was shy, struggled with self-doubt, and had an understated style—baggy clothes or conservative church dresses. Our only similarity was our petite stature.
As I lay in bed that night, my mind replayed my conversation with Ashley, especially the sex talk. I decided to take charge with Jake next time, I wanted to be on top and suck his cock. I did that once before at church camp and enjoyed it. Only thing was he came in my mouth and I didn’t know what to do with it so I swallowed it. I wondered if that was right. Maybe I'd ask Ashley.
My hand slipped into my panties; I was surprisingly wet. As I rubbed my clit, I thought about Jake and my plans. Then, Ashley's face appeared in my mind, and her comment "Women never do that" echoed. I realized she might have been serious. I thought about her nipples pressing against me during our hug. A cry of pleasure escaped as I reached orgasm.
The next day, Ashley texted, "Hey, I think I did really well on my paper, thanks again for your help." I replied, "YW."
Her next message made my heart race: "Let's meet at Rubles. I want to buy you a drink to thank you." I hesitated, thinking about excuses and the deacons finding out. I had thought of her while masturbating, which I believed was a sin. Despite my fears, I texted, "Ok, be there in 30." My heart pounded as I sent it, knowing I was stepping into uncharted territory.
Walking into Rubles, I saw her in the same booth, sipping a drink. She wore a black, low-cut t-shirt and a denim skirt, her blonde hair slightly disheveled. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and I smiled back. She had ordered me an iced tea, which I appreciated. We chatted about classes, campus life, and professors.
She asked if I saw Jake last night, and I shyly said, "No, but I thought about him."
She laughed. "Good for you, girl." Then, teasingly, "Think about anyone else?" I paused. "Yes, a boy at church camp." She smiled, eager to hear more. "His name was David. We didn't have sex, but..." I trailed off.
She finished, "But you gave him a BJ, right?" I blushed and nodded.
"Was he your first?" she asked.
"Yes, but I didn't know what to do with it. Are you supposed to swallow?" I asked.
She laughed. "You can do whatever you want with it. But I usually swallow it. It's good for you."
"Usually?" I asked, intrigued.
"Well, once I kept it in my mouth and kissed him," she said with a smirk.
"What did he do?" I exclaimed.
"He swallowed it," she replied.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The conversation was both educational and arousing, and I could feel cheeks and pussy growing hotter by the minute.
Just then, Jake texted, asking if I wanted to study—our code for sex. I was torn between staying with Ashley and my growing need. I confided in her, explaining Jake's text. She smiled mischievously. "You should go fuck the Christian out of him." I laughed. "But who will fuck the Christian out of me?"Her smile turned impish. "Oh, I think I know someone who could do that."
As we hugged goodbye, she pressed her breasts into mine, her nipples poking me. She whispered in my ear, "Don't let him disappoint you." Her words sent shivers down my spine and to my soaked pussy, a slight moan escaped my lips. She pulled back, looking me in the eyes. "Remember, women don't disappoint." Then she walked away, leaving me aroused and intrigued.
With wobbly knees and a wet pussy from my encounter with Ashley, I went to Jake's place, determined to "fuck the Christian out of him." As soon as he opened the door, I kissed him passionately, my hand sliding down his chest to his rapidly hardening cock. He pulled back, concern etched on his face, and asked, "Emily, are you okay?" I responded by unzipping his pants, revealing his already hard cock. I wrapped my hand around his cock and sank to my knees, taking him by surprise. He started to protest again, but his words trailed off into deep breaths as I slid his cock into my mouth, taking it as deep as I could. I began to move my head, bobbing up and down, my lips tightly sealed around his shaft. I took my time sucking on the head, swirling my tongue around it, before taking him deep again. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god." Looking up at him, I said, "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I stood up, still holding his cock, and led him to the bedroom.
As we kissed, he tried to roll me onto my back, but I insisted, "No, I want to be on top." I straddled him, feeling empowered, and lowered my soaked pussy onto his hard cock. I took him deep, feeling my pussy stretch around him. I raised my hips, sliding him out, then lowered myself again, repeating the motion. Suddenly, he stiffened and cried out in pleasure as he came. I was disappointed, thinking, "Well, I guess it's my fingers again tonight." I rolled off, frustrated. Ashley's words echoed in my mind, "Men always disappoint," and I couldn't help but agree.
Walking home, I texted Ashley, "Well, one of us is still a Christian LOL." She replied, "Come by my apartment and tell me what happened." "When and where?" I asked. "Now," she said, sending her address. It was just a few blocks from Jake's.
She opened the door, still in her black t-shirt and denim skirt. "Come in," she smiled, offering me wine and motioning to the couch. I sat down, and she turned to me. "Tell me about it."
I described taking Jake as soon as I walked in, sucking his cock in the doorway. Ashley listened intently, her nipples hard through her shirt and from the angle we were sitting at I could see up her skirt, pink Hello Kitty panties. As I told her about taking him to the bedroom, my eyes kept returning to her provocative sight, between her legs. I finished with Jake cumming after just a few seconds. She sighed, "Men."
"Well at least I'm not crying, and I'm still a Christian," I replied.
As I left, she walked me to the door. We hugged, our bodies pressed together. I felt a strong connection and didn't want to let go. As we pulled back, she smiled. "Maybe you should think of someone else tonight." I smiled, “Yeah but who?” "Whoever you're thinking about now," she said with a naughty smile. She gently pushed me out the door.
As soon as I got home, I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted. But as I lay there, my mind wandered to Jake's cock in my mouth, and I began caressing my breast, feeling my nipples stiffen. I thought about his smell and taste, and how much I enjoyed sucking him. But I also felt disappointment, remembering how quickly he came.
Ashley’s words echoed: "Think about who you are thinking about now." I imagined her—her hard nipples pressed against me, her hot breath on my neck, her Hello Kitty panties. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her, to feel her mouth on me. My hand drifted to my wet pussy, and as I slipped a finger inside, pleasure surged through me. I gently rubbed my clit as I imagined Ashley’s mouth on me, my orgasm hit hard and fast.
The next morning, I tried to convince myself that my feelings for Ashley were just a phase. I wasn't a lesbian, I told myself, and I had never been interested in a woman before. I enjoyed sucking cock too much to like women, right? I thought the deacons were right— Ashley was trouble and a bad influence, and I needed to stay away from her. But as the day went on, I kept checking my phone, hoping she would text. I was torn between wanting to hear from her and wanting to avoid her.
As evening approached, I couldn't take it anymore. I texted her, "Hi, I think we need to talk." She replied immediately, "Hey, I was wondering if I would hear from you today. Sure, we can talk. Want to cum bi?" I noticed she spelled "come" as "cum" and "by" as "bi." Was she being suggestive, or was it a typo? The more I thought about it, the more confused I got.
Walking to Ashley 's place, I prepared myself for the conversation. I planned to be honest, explaining that I wasn't interested in women sexually but valued our friendship. As I entered her apartment, she greeted me with a warm smile and that familiar glint in her eye. She wore a long t-shirt, which appeared to be her only garment. Her nipples were visible beneath the fabric, making me wonder if she was wearing anything underneath. The thought sent a wave of warmth between my legs. "God, she's turning me on again," I thought to myself.
She motioned for me to sit on the couch. As I did, she sat beside me, curling her legs up in a way that revealed lacy black panties. My face flushed, and I felt my pussy getting wet. We sat in awkward silence for a moment before she broke the tension. "Well, what did you want to talk about?"
I covered my face with my hands, feeling overwhelmed, and said, "I don't even know where to begin." She gently pulled my hands away, encouraging me to speak. I stammered, trying to find the right words, and finally managed to say, "I really like you."
A smile spread across her lips. "Go on."
As I struggled to find the right words, she said, "You know I thought about you last night when I was alone in bed."
I felt a surge of excitement. "Did you...?" I managed to ask.
She replied with a naughty smile, "Yes."
The thought of her touching herself while thinking about me was overwhelming, and my voice shook as I said, "I thought about you too."
"Was I good?" she asked and we both burst out laughing, I covered my face again and said, "No, you were amazing." We both laughed harder. She took my hands into hers, her soft touch both calming and electrifying.
“I've never done anything like this before," I said, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. She reassured me, "It's okay, Emily. You don't ever have to do anything you don't want to do, okay?" I nodded.
"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked.
Trembling, I replied, "I think so."
She moved closer, our lips inches apart. After a moment, I closed the distance, and our lips met. The first touch sent shivers through my body. As our mouths opened, her small, feminine tongue pushed between my lips. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.
She broke the kiss, a sly smile spreading across her face. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked.
I didn't respond with words; instead, I pulled her in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. Her hands slid down my side, then back up, brushing against my breast and sending a shiver through my body.
We broke off the kiss, and she suggested moving to her bedroom. As I stood up, a last moment of doubt hit me. I considered walking out the door and never looking back, but then she took my hand, her touch gentle but firm, and said, "It's this way." She led me to her room, and I followed, my heart pounding with anticipation and a hint of fear.
We kissed again, and she guided me to her bed, laying me on my back as she lay beside me. Her hand roamed over my breast, quickly slipping under my shirt. I gasped with pleasure as she pushed my bra aside and found my nipple. She pulled my shirt off and removed my bra, her mouth moving from one nipple to the other, gently sucking. I squirmed with pleasure and reached out to caress her small, firm breasts. Her nipples were hard under my touch.
She sat back on her heels and pulled her t-shirt off, revealing her stunning body—small, firm breasts, hard nipples, and black lace panties. I sucked one nipple, then the other, and she moaned with pleasure. She began unbuttoning my shorts and unzipping them, then paused, her hand resting on my tummy. "What do you want, Em?" she asked.
I tried to push her hand towards my pussy, desperate for her touch. She resisted, looking me in the eye. "I want you to say it."
Shaking with desire, I whispered, "I want you to touch me." "Good girl," she said as her hand slipped into my panties and her hot mouth found mine.
As her finger slid into my pussy, I arched my back, moaning with pleasure. Her finger was small and delicate but knew exactly where to touch. Soon, she added a second finger, and I felt my juices flowing. She expertly found my clit, applying just the right pressure as she rubbed it in circles before pushing her fingers back inside me. I gasped as she withdrew her hand, a naughty smile on her face. She sucked on her fingers, and I pulled her to me, kissing her passionately and tasting myself on her lips.
She pulled off my shorts and panties, kissing down my tummy. Each kiss sent sparks of pleasure to my pussy, growing more intense as she got closer. Her mouth closed around my aching clit, making me gasp. She licked down my slit, pushing her tongue into my pussy as far as she could before returning to my clit. She licked, sucked, and pushed two fingers back inside me.
"AHHHA!" I screamed as my orgasm hit hard. Instinctively, I put my hands on her head, holding her mouth in place as my pussy gushed.
I looked down at her face, glistening with my juices and that naughty smile spread across her lips. I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting myself on her mouth, which drove me wild. I pushed her onto her back next to me, kissing her as I made my way down to her nipples. My hand slid down her body towards her pussy. As I reached the top of her lacy black panties, she grabbed my hand, stopping me. "Emily, you don’t have to do anything to me," she said.
"I want to touch you," I replied, slipping my hand into her panties. Her pussy was completely shaved and smooth, making me feel a tinge of embarrassment that mine was hairy. As I reached her clit and gently rubbed it, she sighed with pleasure. I dipped my finger into her; she was hot and wet. I mimicked her, withdrawing my hand and starting to bring it to my lips. She grabbed my arm and directed my hand to her mouth. She hungrily licked her juices from my fingers and said, "Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from."
I kissed my way down to her waiting pussy, eager to taste her and please her. I kissed her smooth mound, enjoying its softness, and nervously licked her clit and down her slit, getting my first taste of a woman. She was salty yet sweet. All inhibitions fell away as I hungrily sucked her clit and pushed my tongue into her pussy. I wanted her to cum; I needed her to cum. Soon, her back arched, and she let out a whimper as her pussy gushed, covering my face with her juices.
She pulled me up, kissed me. "God, I love tasting myself on your mouth," she panted. We cuddled up next to one another, kissing, both of us sweaty, her room filled with the smell of our sex. Soon, I fell asleep in her arms.
