First Lesbian Experience Story Novels & Stories

his voice croaked. I stared at him and crossed my arms over my exposed stomach before I replied. “You have to understand where I’m coming from, Liam. I’ve never really had a relationship. Not one that I would count anyway. I was made a mockery my entire life. The first time I had sex was a school joke. My second time, the guy was as toxic as fuck. He was my first boyfriend, and I worshipped him.”

he shakes his head, “I’d understand. It’s your first time and I can’t promise that it’ll be painless. For most people, it isn’t.” “Most people? How many virgins have you slept with?” I blurt out before I can bite my tongue. “Just one.” My mouth forms a silent ‘o’, but I keep myself from speaking until he’s done. “That was in a senior year of high school. I was seventeen years old. It was a stupid dare, but they made me do it because I was the only one in my group of my male friends that was still a virgin at seven and so I changed that and soon I met a girl, we dated and had sex. She was my first, and I was hers.”

The kind who never thought about sex, or getting her first kiss, or having a boyfriend. But Lissa, my friend, had one. And I had watched her get fingered before. They thought I didn’t know, but I saw the way her lips twitched and her legs quivered under the desk during class while her boyfriend’s hand was between her thighs. My insides had burned hot that day. I felt my panties get soaked, and when I got home I touched myself for the first time. I swear I didn’t mean to do it, because I was just seventeen. But now… today it felt different.

” I looked at her, feeling silly for having acted so badly. "I understand you more than you can imagine," he tells me. "Something similar actually happened to me." -Oh yeah? —Yes, but not photos. Mine was a video. When I had my first time I was fourteen, two years ago. It was at a party. I knew well that I liked women but there were certain guys who didn't understand that. They drugged me, there were two of them, they took me into a room and…” His voice broke. I approached Flavia to calm her down a bit—... the next morning I found out that they had taken advantage of me. I was a virgin. But that was not all, a sex tape began to circulate everywhere.

Her cousin’s friend had even bitten her painfully somehow. For someone experiencing sex for the first time, it had been terrifying. So with Jerald, it was almost always straight to the goal. He came huge and penetrated immediately, just like the old saying that tall slim people are always long and large. That had been her exact thought the night she first saw Jerald’s size. This is really true… oh my God… But what could she do? Finally, someone was giving her an experience she genuinely enjoyed every second of, no matter the consequences.

“I…I’m fine, “ she stammered. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of this. Her inner thigh was beginning to feel sore. She had read that this was normal. Wasn’t it? Truth be told, William was the first man she had made love to in years. The last time she was with any man was during her high school senior year. It was a stupid dare which she regretted to this day. She had been drunk along with her friends and they were all playing the ‘truth or dare’ game. She had chosen dare and ended up losing her virginity to her classmate. The boy had been so apologetic the next day and immediately transferred to another school not long after. She never saw him since.

I begin to stutter as heat creeps up into my cheek bones. "Layla," He says sternly. "Nothing. I've never done anything with anybody," I speak quietly out of shame as I look away from him. I am shameful for never having any encounters with any boy or man in my life. And the first time that anything happened, it wasn't consensual. "How old were you when you had your first kiss?" He questions as he looks into my face, once again, observing my honesty.

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

I closed my eyes and let myself fall back on the mattress, moaning at how God this all felt. My pussy was so juicy for my daddy. And then he started licking and kissing me between my thighs. Daddy sucked on my clit while he teased my pussy hole before slowly slipping a thick digit into me. “I wanted to be the first one to break in this tiny pussy, but I bet you’ve let some motherfucker sample this cunt, haven’t you?” I gasped and nodded, not denying it. It had been a onetime sexual experience when I turned sixteen and had gone to a party. The guy had also been sixteen and from another school. So, it was literally a one-night stand and the most lackluster experience of my life.

I looked into her eyes and understood she needed reassurance about her first sexual experience. 'Wait a minute. That was my first time having vanilla sex with a woman, and trust me, I enjoyed every bit of it. I hope you're not regretting doing it with me?' I asked, genuinely hurt. 'I don't regret it. I don't know what my emotions are saying right now. I'm sorry,' she said, the tears falling. Elizabeth cried for the first time. I was genuinely surprised because she acted all tough and all. Even if I was surprised by her outburst, I still cuddled her in my hands and patted her back. 'Everything will be okay. You'll be fine,' I said reassuring her.