My boyfriend and I had recently broken up and I had been feeling pretty lonely. After a night of drinking, my roommate and I began making out in the hallway with our friend asleep downstairs. We ended up in her bed, as has happened several times after drunken nights though until this night we have both just gone to sleep. This time I pushed things. After stroking her inner thigh (and being pushed away) I moved my hand up and then down into her panties. I paused momentarily with my hand over her coarse pubic hair to give her a chance to object. She didn’t, so I continued down and began moving my fingers in and out of her. I had never gotten anything out of doing things to my boyfriend simply for his pleasure, but watching her face and body as I brought her to orgasm had me on the edge myself.
As I rolled back away from her, she rolled in toward me. Then she began moving downward, taking my panties with her and flinging them across the room. Nothing in the bedroom has ever been hotter for me than when she told me to tell her what I wanted her to do to me. I was so overwhelmed by the whole thing I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, but as she began licking me I mustered up, “That certainly works.” I was already so worked up, it didn’t take very long for me to reach orgasm as well.
As we laid down to sleep, she laughingly commented on how fun facing each other the next day would be. I couldn’t think of anything besides the cool feel of her saliva still left on me.
She’s since gotten a boyfriend, and I don’t consider myself a lesbian, but I can’t shake the memories of our encounter from my head. And I can’t help that hope that my first time with her is not also my last.
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