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My First Time With a Girl Was With My Best Friend’s Older Sister

 

People often ask, “Did you always know you were a lesbian?” And the answer is a complicated no. I had always been attracted to girls, but I thought it was a normal level of attraction that all girls experience. I could appreciate a nice set of tits or smooth legs leading up to a nice ass. The female body is inherently attractive. Everyone can appreciate it. I would ask my girlfriends about it and they’d be like, “Oh yeah, totally normal. I check out girls more than guys, but it’s not sexual.”

I thought it was the same for me, but deep down I knew for me it was a little sexual. I had one boyfriend in high school. We kissed, had sex, etc. It was okay, I guess. It felt good, but I was the only one who could make myself have an orgasm. We broke up after high school because he went off to college and I moved to Oregon to join a band with my best friend, Laura. My name’s Victoria, by the way. I just realized I hadn’t introduced myself. I’m mixed (dad is mexican, mom is white) so my skin has a kind of natural tan to it. I’m 5’3, 115 lbs, a handful of tits and a very nice ass, at least that’s what I’ve been told. My nose, ears, and belly button are pierced. Sometimes I like to put a bit of purple in my black hair to make me feel like the badass I am not.

I was 18 when I moved to Oregon and I was 19 when I discovered I was a complete lesbian, and it’s all because of Laura’s sister, Katie. During our first year in Oregon, we lived with Katie. She was 27 at the time and worked as a nurse at a local hospital. She had a nice house, super cute dog and two extra bedrooms. I had only seen Katie a handful of times during holidays and stuff because she moved away from home when she was 20. Katie stands at around 5’6, she’s a bit thick…but like Rihanna 2018 thick. She would always wear jean shorts and tank-tops around the house. I caught myself staring at her breasts bouncing freely under her top more than a few times. I didn’t know much about her personal life, but I knew she was single and consumed by work. In fact, sometimes it felt like Laura and I had the house to ourselves.

Throughout the first year, I found myself becoming more and more comfortable around Katie. Since it was just us three girls in the house, we’d often walk around half naked. I remember one time I was goofing around on my guitar in the living room when Katie came out in just a bra and panties. She was in a rush before work trying to find her phone. She asked if I had seen it, and I think I said, “No,” but I might have just stared at her body with my mouth open. She was too preoccupied to notice, but I noticed. That was the first time I paid attention to the sexual thoughts. I let myself feel them and…uh, my thoughts got dirty real quick. I started imagining myself sucking on her breasts and sliding my hand up her thighs.

It was enough to get me wet, but I still tried to brush it off as normal. After all, straight girls watch lesbian porn, right? Why is this any different?

One month after my 19th birthday, Laura went back to our hometown to spend the weekend with her boyfriend. This would mark the first time Katie and I were alone in the house together. And as luck would have it, Katie was off Friday and Saturday.

“Got any plans this weekend?” She asked me.

“Not a single one,” I replied.

“Well, I’m going to be in the living room most of the weekend, catching up on my shows, but you don’t have to stay in your room, you know? You can join me.”

And joined her I did. Sadly, Katie was a “NCIS” type person, so I wasn’t really interested in the shows she was watching, but I found myself just wanting to be close to her. We sat on the couch together, shared various snacks, watched television, talked, laughed, scrolled through our phones, etc. It was honestly just a really good time. I had never seen Katie this relaxed before. Work stressed her out constantly. She truly enjoyed being able to kick back on the couch.

A few hours after dinner, Katie poured herself a glass of wine. She offered me a glass, but I’m not a big wine drinker, so I politely declined. I should mention that Katie never got dressed this day. She was still wearing an oversized t-shirt and pair of pajama shorts that barely covered her asscheeks. I had showered in the morning, so I was at least wearing jeans and a t-shirt. As the night progressed, and the sun went down outside, the temperature dropped inside the house. The first sign of this was Katie’s nipples showing under her shirt. She walked to the hallway closet to grab a blanket and returned to the couch.

“Want in on this?” she asked.

“Sure!” I said, even though I wasn’t the least bit cold.

She moved closer to me and tossed the blanket over both of us. Our legs and shoulders were barely touching now. I could feel the heat coming from her. I watched as her breasts moved up and down with her every breath. I watched her lips open slightly every single time she’d take a sip of wine. I was so fucking turned on, and I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t deny it anymore. I had never felt this level of attraction before.

“You okay?” Katie asked. Damn. Obviously she noticed my long stares and heavy breathing.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you tired?”

“A little.”

Katie lifted her arm up and then wrapped it around me, pulling me in close to her. My head was now resting just below her shoulder and just above her breast. She didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything. I just laid there as Katie continued to watch her shows. She repositioned herself a bit, which caused my head to fall to her breast. I was now resting my head against her pillowy breast. I started yelling at myself in my head because I felt myself getting wet.

It was honestly a little scary in the moment because I was trying to come to terms with the fact that I wasn’t like everyone else. I was a little different, and that wasn’t a bad thing, but it was a new thing. And sometimes “new” can be terrifying.

Katie started to rub my arm with her hand. I swear she was pushing herself up against my head to make me feel her breast more. After rubbing my arm, Katie dropped her hand down to my side and slid her hand under my shirt. She let her fingernails brush against my skin. I didn’t move, so she continued. She pressed her hand against my skin and slid it over my ribs, stopping just before she reached the swell of my breasts. She repeated this movement over and over again. Just her fucking touch on my skin was making me more wet than my boyfriend ever had.

“You good?” she whispered.

“Uh-huh,” I replied.

She slid her hand across to my stomach and then down past my belly button. She unbuttoned my pants and then went back to rubbing my side before sliding her hand under my pants and down to my ass. She squeezed it roughly and spread my cheeks apart. I was frozen. I wanted to reach out and grab her tits, but I was too nervous. Katie’s hand continued to grope my ass, and then, she slid her hand down the opening of my thighs. Her hand was now locked between my thighs and her fingertips were no more than an inch away from my aching pussy.

“Still good?” She whispered.

I just nodded this time and let out a soft moan as I felt her fingers come in contact with my pussy for the first time. She slid her pointer finger down my slit and teased my wet opening. My wetness coated the pad of finger and she used it as lubricate while gently rubbing my clit. Words can’t describe how turned on I was in this moment. I moaned and pushed myself against her hand. Naturally, my body started to grind against her hand. I was breathing heavy, so my mouth was open right next to her (still clothed) nipple. I could feel it against my lips, so I stuck my tongue out and flicked it through her shirt. With her free hand, she lifted her shirt just over her breasts and pushed me against them.

Like some sort of animal, I attacked her tits. It was such an incredible experience, twirling my tongue around her nipples, biting, sucking, kissing the valley between her breasts. I had always been so obsessed with tits, and now here I was, finally having my way with one of the best sets of tits I had ever seen.

Katie’s hand continued to work my clit. She knew exactly what she was doing, as opposed to my ex-boyfriend who acted as if he was trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube. Even though I wanted to continue my assault on her breasts, I had to stop because the pleasure coming in waves from my pussy was too much. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned and repeated a few times, which resulted in Katie replying, “Yeah, you like that?” She was in complete control and I fucking loved it.

Like some sort of pussy master, she could tell right when I was about to cum. She’d take her fingers off my clit and just massage my lips and stick a finger or two in my pussy and fuck me gently. I felt like I was going to explode and pee at the same time. After teasing and teasing, she abruptly pushed me to the side and had me flat on my back on the couch. With a wicked smile on her face, she crawled down my body, pulled off my pants and stuffed her face between my legs.

The moment her warm mouth made contact with my clit, there was no turning back. This orgasm was happening, and it was happening now. I squeezed my thighs tightly against her face, placed my hand on the back of her head and held her down. She sucked on my clit and flicked it with her tongue as I came so fucking hard. Without question, the hardest I had ever cum in my life. My body lifted up from the couch like some sort of exorcism was happening.

“FUCK!” I cried out as the orgasm came in wave after wave. Eventually, the intense pleasure started to subside. Katie looked up at me from between my legs and smiled. She flicked her tongue against my clit one more time, which made me jump, before crawling up my body and kissing me softly on the lips. I slid my hand down her body and squeezed her ass. I felt like I needed to give something back to her, so I moved my hand toward her pussy, but she stopped me and just continued to kiss me.

Nothing more happened that night. Emphasis on “that” night.