| Lesbian: True Stories: Melanie (1/3) |
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Melanie. Could you think of a sexier name? I had kissed her three times in the summer before our sophomore year, and all three times it just left me wanting more. The first time was a dare. We were at a party, and our friends dared us to kiss. We were in the backyard, sitting on lawn chairs. Drunk. “Should we?” Melanie asked, leaning over, looking into my eyes. I just smiled. She was wearing a black tank top and her nipples were hard. Maybe it was the weather. Our friends cheered and she touched the side of my face. That touch alone sent shivers down my spine – and straight to my pussy. We kissed for less than a minute but her tongue tasted like chocolate ought to taste. The second time, we were alone. Well, we were at our friend Catherine’s house in her hot tub, but everyone else was inside. I took a swig from my Mickey and spilled some. “Ah, fuck,” I said. “Let me get that for you.” She laughed and licked it off my face. An awkward pause followed. “What?” she asked. “You’re a tease,” I joked. She laughed, kissed my cheek and promptly removed herself from the situation. The third time was a little more intense. A lot more. We were camping with friends, and the two of us shared a tent. Before we went up, we joked about hooking up, and I thought about it the whole trip. The first night we cuddled, but we were so drunk it only took us a couple minutes to pass out. The second night we were buzzed but we ended up running out of alcohol. I noticed she was getting in our tent to change into her swimsuit and I snuck in after her. She was topless and she laughed and covered herself with her pillow when I entered, but she didn’t say anything. She just watched me, maybe a little nervous. It was that look in her eyes that made me more sure than ever before that she wanted my pussy. I zipped up the tent, crawled over to her wordlessly and kissed her. You know that moment before a kiss, right before you close your eyes, where you see them shutting theirs and leaning in all ready like you are? Nothing gets me wetter than that moment. We made out hungrily like it was our first time kissing, and in a way it sort of was. I slipped my hand down her pajama pants to squeeze her ass and she dropped the pillow. I pushed her down onto the blow-up mattress and she wrapped her legs around me as I licked and sucked on her nipples. We heard our friend Johnny coming and decided it’d be better to stop. It was all I could think about for the rest of the night, but we didn’t end up sleeping till the car ride back home. The next weekend she invited me over to go swimming. I had been there so many times before I didn’t really think anything of it – until I saw her parents weren’t home. I slipped into the back and |
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