12WARNING: This is pure f/f smut, okay? You've been warned-the entire point of this story (if it's even long enough to be called a story) is to explore the first sexual experience of a pair of women who have wanted one another for a long, long time. It is graphic and it is unapologetic. For entertainment purposes only.
Her eyes moved suggestively over my form, and I knew exactly what she must have been thinking. I swallowed hard, ready to do something at a moments' notice. She looked into my eyes, her already-dark irises turning nearly black with what I could only assume was desire.
"Loren…do you have any idea how much I want you right now?" she asked me, her pouty lips forming the words beautifully. I caught my heart fluttering in my chest, and took a deep breath to calm it.
"I think I have some idea," I murmured, my eyes locked on hers. She was mesmerizing me, drawing me in with those beautiful, dark eyes of hers. I felt something inside of me stir, some ancient desire that I hadn't felt for her in many years, but it was sure back with a vengeance.
"You have some idea? Do you want this to happen?" she breathed, easing closer to me. I could feel the warmth from her body, smell her cologne. I had always considered myself to be a straight woman, but Brittany had made me doubt that. An entire life of Episcopalian guilt followed me, weighed me down, made me feel like I had to be who they wanted me to be. But she freed me. I had loved her so fiercely, so unendingly, so passionately…but we had never quite gotten it together. Ships passing in the night, she liked to say…when one of us was in love with the other, she was in a relationship or in a bad place in her life.
It was always something keeping us apart, but there was nothing that night. We were at my house alone, my roommate had taken the dogs with her for the weekend…and we were standing in the kitchen face to face, desire zipping between us like electricity.
"Do I want this to happen? Are you serious?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow. She lifted one of her own perfectly-shaped brows, and curved her mouth into a sexy little smirk. I knew she loved me, that she had loved me since we were nineteen years old…but at that moment, she wanted me. Whatever it would be or could be was lost in the yearning in her eyes. I wondered fleetingly if it would ruin our chances of ending up together permanently if we went ahead and ravaged each other that night, but as they often do rational thoughts went away the closer she got to me.
"I'm serious…I want you to tell me…I want to hear you say it," she whispered, standing only about a foot from me. She looked ready to spring, ready to grab me and kiss me senseless, and in that moment I hoped that she would.
"Britt, I want you. I want you so fucking badly," I whispered, trembling, wanting to reach out to her. She beat me to it, though, coming forward those last twelve inches and closing the space between us, finally, pressing her long, strong body against mine and kissing me hungrily.
I couldn't help myself, I kissed her back like I'd wanted to for nearly five years. My hands found her skin, stroking her neck and jaw line with my thumbs and reveling in the feel of how hot her skin was. She could have been on fire, and it warmed me through and through as she wrapped her strong arms around me, pulling me closer.
There weren't any words then, to describe how we were both feeling. Our first kiss was proving wholly incendiary and the tingle I felt in my stomach and between my legs was turning to that joyful, pleasurable ache that always accompanies sexual arousal. I can't say how long we stood there, kissing in my kitchen, but it was Brittany who started backing us toward my bedroom door. She didn't break the kiss, just moved with me and closed the bedroom door behind us after we'd made it.
The knowledge that we were finally going to make love after so many years excited me, and without even thinking I began unbuttoning my soon-to-be lover's shirt. She took her hands from my waist and helped me, meeting me in the middle of the shirt and whipping it off without even breaking our kiss.
Then, suddenly, her hands were on my face, caressing my cheeks and her kiss had slowed, become tender. We separated for a moment, and I forced my eyes open to look at her. Her eyes were black and her lips were red and swollen, and she looked more beautiful then I could ever remember seeing her. She caught her breath and looked into my eyes, her thumbs still caressing my skin.
"You know how much you mean to me, don't you? Please tell me you do, because I don't want this to happen unless you understand how incredibly crazy I am about you," she breathed, looking so deeply into my eyes that I was sure she was staring into my soul. I nodded, reaching up to place my hands on her forearms. I ignored how amazing her smooth skin felt over hard, defined muscles, and caught my breath long enough to tell her,
"We're both crazy about each other, babe. This has been a long time coming." A gorgeous little hint of a smile graced her lips, and then she was kissing me again, her tongue dancing with mine within the passionate boundaries of our mouths and making the ache between my legs intensify.
I reached for the button on her jeans, managing fairly well to undress her considering how long it had been since I'd had sex. She stepped out of them as I sank back onto the bed, sitting and just looking at her for a few moments. She was beautiful, all muscle and tall, solid build. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her black bra and dropped it, revealing her breasts to me for the first time.
Though I longed to free her from her sexy little black boyshorts, instead I leant forward and pulled her toward me, kissing her body as my hands slid over her ass. She braced her hands on my shoulders as I kissed and licked her breasts, and I felt her knees buckle just a little bit. So close, I could smell what I assumed was her arousal; the scent mixed with the many masculine-imitating nuances that made up Brittany's particular scent.
Deep, guttural moans were escaping her throat as I left my marks on her breasts, sucking and kissing until it bruised her beautiful porcelain skin. Before I could do much else, she pushed me by my shoulders back onto the bed, climbing up to straddle my hips and looking down at me sexily. She appeared to enjoy having power over me, and the fact that she could throw me around so easily turned me on to no end. She could do whatever she wanted with me, however she wanted, and she knew it.
"I want to see you," she said in a low, seductive tone. I felt a rush go straight to my aching center and I nodded, sitting up so she could take my shirt off. She had me half-naked in a few seconds, her hands kneading my breasts as she kissed me once again. Slowly, her hands began sliding down my body and she unfastened my pants expertly, unzipping them and easing me back down so she could maneuver them off of me.
She didn't waste any time, her hand immediately snaking down into my panties and lightly caressing my shaven lips. Her eyes rolled back when she felt me for the first time, and I watched her face contort in pleasure as I licked my lips and reveled in the heat of her hand down there.
"Holy shit, you feel so fucking good," she breathed, finally parting my lips with her fingers and stroking my clit carefully. That shot me into the stratosphere, and I gripped the sheets on either side of me as she slowly, softly stroked me. I thought she might kiss me while she was doing that, but instead she moved her head to my breasts and took one of them into her mouth, devouring me and sucking my already-hard nipple until I wanted to scream.
"Oh Britt, oh fuck," I panted, unable to focus completely on either her tongue on my nipples or her fingers playing with my clit. She was everywhere, nowhere, all around me…and I loved her. I loved the feel of her above me, pleasuring me, I loved the scent of our combined arousal filling our space, and I loved the way that she played me like a finely tuned instrument. She knew me, knew, exactly what to do to make me wet.
And I was, totally. After a while, she removed her hand from my panties and finally just slid them off me, down my legs and threw them somewhere—I didn't care.
"You're so beautiful," she murmured, leaning down and kissing my hips lightly. A new surge of arousal got me wetter, and I groaned, pressing my hips into her. Her hand was back at my lips, caressing my clit lightly with her thumb as another finger slid down my slit to my wet opening. I was soaked, and she knew it. The first finger slid in easily, and when I felt her inside me for the first time I knew I was done for anyone else. Here she was, the most wonderful person I'd ever cared for, looking so intently into my eyes as she fucked me slowly and carefully. She was incredible.
She slid another finger into me on the next thrust in, and filled me more. Arching my back, I tried to push my hips into her so I could have more—she granted my wish. Inserting a third finger into me, she continued her steady, careful rhythm. In, out, in, out…drawing my wetness out with her fingers to make the next penetration slick and easy, she expertly fingerfucked me.
"You're getting tighter, baby," she whispered to me. Sure enough, the tightness of an orgasm was building inside me, coiling into a ball of pleasure and uncoiling again when she placed her hand just above my pelvic bone, pressing down and hooking her fingers inside me.
Stars appeared before my eyes—she'd found my g-spot. No one had ever done anything like that to me before, and as she relentlessly stroked that sensitive place inside me, I only grew tighter and wetter. Those three thick fingers pulsed in and out, and with one final thrust and a wiggle of those magical digits, I came.
I felt myself spasm around her, gripping her fingers tightly as she held them stiff inside me. My entire body was quivering, and I swore I was vibrating as I came hard around her. She let me ride out the orgasm, sliding her fingers out of me carefully and slowly. I looked at her with the half-lidded eyes of a woman who has just had the most intense orgasm of her life, and when I saw her take her fingers into her mouth one by one and suck off my wetness, I couldn't help but smile.
"I don't know how you did that to me," I breathed, looking into her dark eyes and reaching up for her. She lay down over me, kissing my neck and ears and cheeks before finally meeting my lips eagerly. Her kiss was intoxicating, her touch too amazing for words. She had blown me away.
"I know you, girlie…that's what I've wanted to do to you for years. You were even more amazing than I could ever have imagined," she told me, kissing me lightly on the mouth again. Then she wrapped her arms around me and rolled us over so I was lying on top of her, and covered us up with a blanket from the foot of the bed.
I realized then how exhausted I was, but she seemed to have known already. My head drooped to her chest, and I inhaled the sweet scent of her, my hand on her shoulder as she held me.
"I love you," I whispered into her skin, knowing that if there was ever a time that she needed to know that I loved her, it was then. I felt her take a deep breath, and she tightened her grip on me.
"I love you too, Loren. So fucking much."