| Lesbian: First Time: A Night To Remember (3/8) |
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just down the street, the two girls sat down at a small booth in a dimly lit corner. While sipping her second glass of White Zinfandel, Kristina was puzzled at the thoughts she was having. Yvonne had made her feel like no man had ever made her feel before. Kristina sensed that whatever her feelings were, the attraction between them felt like a storybook romance. Yvonne knew this feeling very well, and almost instinctively she laid her hand on Kristina’s thigh. Yvonne smiled as she saw Kristina’s eyes close. Kristina returned her caress by placing her hand over Yvonne’s and sighed contentedly. "It’s been so long since I've felt anything like that," Kristina whispered. Yvonne nodded in agreement, as their two hands explored each other’s fingertips. Once again, while Yvonne and Kristina talked and shared and laughed, the time seemed to slip by way too fast. However, in only a few short hours, they were able to get to know each other quite well. "Who would have guessed it would be another girl who could make me feel this way," Kristina declared with gladness as closing time neared. Not wanting to be the last ones to leave, the two girls strolled to their cars, which were curiously parked side by side. They regretfully but enthusiastically embraced by the glow of the streetlight, and agreed to meet at the library the following Friday. Though she would not tell her any details, Yvonne advised Kristina to bring an overnight bag. Thrilled at the idea, Kristina drove home with childlike anticipation. That night, Kristina lay in her bed and pondered the feelings she had encountered. "It's so different," she thought to herself. Kristina questioned whether her feelings were real or not. However, she knew the wetness she felt between her legs was real, as she slowly teased herself with erotic thoughts of Yvonne’s touch. Kristina brought herself to a delightfully pleasant orgasm much faster than anytime she could remember. Then, lifting her finger to her mouth, she was entranced by the flavor of her own juices. "Would another girl be as sweet?" she thought. Kristina was more eager than ever to explore the mysteries she had missed for so many years. Thoughts of Yvonne clouded Kristina’s mind all the following week. Each night she let herself fall deeper and deeper into a state of passionate anticipation, craving for her new friend’s sensual touch. Kristina often dreamt about what it would be like to run her tongue around another girl’s nipples. What it was like to have another girl, knowing all the intimate secrets that a woman knows, satisfy her completely. She dreamt what it was like, not to have to teach, coach, or guide her partner, as she had done with a number of guys she dated. Instead, Kristina envisioned being able to relax and enjoy a romantic and luxuriously erotic experience, which would stimulate her mind, her body, and her spirit. On Friday, Kristina could barely contain her desires. During the coffee breaks at the office where she worked, she would slip away to the ladies room to keep herself wet and wanting for what was sure to be a night to remember. Kristina wondered if her co-workers noticed that she had pleasured herself when she would return to her desk a bit flushed while straightening her crinkled-cotton broomstick skirt and looking pleasantly fatigued. Using all her willpower to keep from breaking the speed limit, |
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