First Lesbian Experience Story Novels & Stories

I couldn't stand any of that. I wouldn't say I pushed her away but she had begun to annoy me with her incessant calls and messages about how she loved me and couldn't live without me. Of course, I didn't take her seriously at all. When I first made out with Lisa, It was my first time. It appeared she was experienced and she wasn't a virgin. She never told me how she lost her virginity nor did I ask her. But she was the first girl I ever got to fuck and her experience led me towards exploring things on my own later.

Suzie felt that she asked something too personal and added immediately, "If you don't feel comfortable answering me, it's okay. We can pretend that I never asked." "It's alright, Madame. I am not too particular about that kind of thing." Yena assured Suzie. "My first time...was terrible." Yena's face was a bit ugly when she reminisced about her first night. Suzie paused. "...Terrible?" "Well, both my partner and I have no experience at that time. But we are young and hot-blooded back then. Especially, my ex-boyfriend. He was too passionate. Because he was inexperienced, he only think about himself and forgot how I felt. I don't feel good at all. All I feel was pain."

He asked and it’s taking everything in me to not break his neck. “You really are one big jerk,” I muttered, “just keep an open mind and you’ll see, okay?” I added and Ivan nodded. His arm wrapped on his chest as he braced himself to listen to whatever story I wanted to share with him. Bracing myself, I decided I was going to tell him the story of the very first night we met till the night the terrible accident happened. “So, there was this girl, so fucking naive and one night she decided to go to the club with her best friend, that night changed her life because she met a stranger and she had sex with him.” I started and he scoffed.

"Well, it's not really all that complicated sis. Just get some toys and some lube. Then go lock yourself in a bedroom and put on some soft music." "I've tried. I can't. Look, I... I've never told anyone this, but I had a really bad experience with that already. A stupid frat guy my first semester. We were both smashed. I don't know whether he went for my butt on purpose or he was so drunk that he missed the right hole. Either way, he crammed it halfway in me, bone dry, before I could get him off me. It was horrible and the whole thing has seriously freaked me out ever since."

He opened my eyes about the fact that I really do like guys and if it weren’t for him, I might still be trying to force myself to like girls. This night proved to be something of a great experience that I’m going to cherish just like a core memory if I’m a measly character from Inside Out. I just entered my first ever gay club, watched my first ever drag show and I had learned so much about the culture in just a night. Of course, I have to give it a few weeks to let them all sink inside my head because it’s honestly an information overload. And now, I’m alone with Lance in his apartment and were both topless in the dimness of his room. Another first. I haven’t been alone almost naked with so

I was getting ready for college and was still Mommy and Daddy’s sweet, innocent girl—the kind who didn’t think about sex, first kisses, or boyfriends at all. But my best friend Mia had a boyfriend. And I’d secretly watched him finger her once. They thought I didn’t notice, but I saw the way her lips parted and her thighs trembled under the desk while his hand worked between her legs in class. That day, something hot and unfamiliar burned inside me. My panties got soaked. When I got home, I touched myself for the first time. I told myself it was an accident because I was still seventeen then. But now… everything felt different.

he said, finishing for me. "Yes." Now it was my turn to blush. "Don't feel like you need to give me the gory details. I'm not sure I want to imagine you with someone else right now." "My first time wasn't so great. I was fourteen. It happened at the cast party, after our big musical my freshman year. Did you ever see The Jerk?" "The one with Steve Martin?"

"I'm not lying! That's how it is! All my maternal cousins are boys!!!" "Okay, okay, we believe you," we laughed. "Just shut up and tell us about the first time you experienced something sexual," he grumbled. "The first time was kind of crazy and you both have to swear never to tell anyone," I looked around nervously, my cheeks already heating up. They grinned teasingly. "Guys, I'm serious, and for the record, my wolf made me do it," Earnest leaned closer and whispered. "What? Tell us,"

I always make a time to peek on their wide metal gate to see if she was already home but years passed by, no Amber-- no Aly, showed up. I became a shit during my freshmen years. Alcohols, cigarettes, gangs and gang wars have been part of my life but never girls. I didn’t cling with women not until my dad let me transfer a school. Few days of my stay was quite boring as I tried to avoid fights for some reasons making some shit of men conclude that I am a fucking gay. Thankfully, I was gifted with masculine body and a fucking handsome face. Then, that day came when we had our first encounter. I was dared by those bullshit basketball team where I was in to kiss the third girl who will pass the

THE IMAGINATION “Can we go now?” I asked. They both laughed so hard. They were still catching their breath from the hot sex they had. “I know you can’t relate, but not to worry, we just showed you what it looks like,” Daisy said. “I don’t care,” I responded immediately, meanwhile, I care. At this point, I felt like I had urinated on my body, because what’s that wetness? I need to get home and wash up.