First Lesbian Experience Story Novels & Stories

"So... Tell me now. You have so much to tell me. How could you have sex for the first time ever and you are just telling me about it over 24 hours later? It's so unfair. I told you the very night I had mine." "I am sorry" "Forget the apologies. How did it happen? Who was it?" "I... Anne, it was a little crazy" I gently tucked my hair behind my ear, looking at myself in the mirror. "A little? Something tells me that actually means it was insanely crazy! Tell me, Daisy. Tell me, tell me." "Well, I guess it was truly insanely crazy." I held back a giggle. "Luxuria was first..." "Wait... First? You had both of them in the same night?!" She exclaimed and I just went red all over. I couldn't even

“How do you know so much about our professor, Soph?” I froze. “What? I….I just pay attention in class. Like everyone should. For the scholarship. Obviously.” Maya raised a brow. “Uh-huh.” I silently prayed they wouldn’t push. If they asked one more question, I knew I was going to blurt out everything. Thank God, Tasha slammed her palm on the table. “I’ve got news, guys.” We all jumped. “What?” Maya asked. Tasha grinned, wicked and proud. “I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.”

I also had my first sexual encounter with a girl there my senior year, to which I am forever grateful. Her name was Jenny Wilson and she was an eighteen-year-old beauty from a neighboring high school. I was a shy, gangly teen who hadn’t grown into her own body yet. We started by talking behind one of the boathouses along the river bank, but ended up making out pretty passionately shortly thereafter. I had very fond memories of that night, and it still makes me a little horny now just thinking about it. I remember the sticky moistness between my legs as she had bent down to suck on my perky little nipple. I had touched myself furiously later that night thinking about the encounter. We both kn

I lick my lips anyway, because my mouth has apparently betrayed me and joined the conversation without permission. “I get it,” she continues, warming to the topic. “My first time was a disaster. Senior year. Right after a brutal math test. I seduced the boy next door. In his treehouse.” She laughs again. “No fireworks. No angels singing. Just splinters in my butt.” “But trust me,” she adds wisely, wagging a finger, “it’s not the size — it’s the moves that fry the circuits.” “I’m pretty sure Damion’s got the moves,” I mutter. “He’s had plenty of … practice.”

It was one of the most annoying things about her sister. As Jane began mincing the onions for the Italian meatballs, she tried to remember if Caroline had always been right, even way back when they were babies. All of Jane's memories were the same. Caroline racing on her first two-wheel bike, without any training wheels, the bike that her parents initially bought for her, but because she was too short to reach the pedals, they gave it to Caroline. Caroline swimming the length of the big pool as Jane clung to her inflated tube in the baby pool. Not that Caroline wasn't nice. She was the nicest. Almost too nice sometimes.

And that's what drives me to tell him about my past that's been haunting me, which is something I never thought I would be able to do. "I was twenty-five when I begged Victor to take me in as one of his omega sex workers," I start, ambivalence flooding my face as my memory takes me back to my past. "At that time, I still had no experience in sex. I hadn't even kissed anyone yet. I was a virgin, a total novice. And my very first client liked that. He liked the fact that I was a virgin and that he'd be the one to take my virginity. And because he liked that fact too much, it ended up with him being too rough with me."

My face flushed redder than a beetroot as I bit down on my lip and tried hard not to make any sounds. However, he didn't seem happy with my restraint and silence. So, he parted my legs while still fondling and kneading the mounds on my chest. I felt like I was being roasted over an open fire. Ultimately, I couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a wanton moan. "Ah, Daddy… Ah, I-I'm sorry… I was w-wrong… I've always been w-waiting for you to teach me the basics… I-I've never let anyone else touch me…"

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 knеw that this would bе a lifе-changing еxpеriеncе, onе that would lеad mе to discovеr my truе sеlf and a world of possibilitiеs. I rеmеmbеr thе first timе I and victor had sеx. Wе both spеnt that night at thе bar and as wе lеavе, Victor took my hand and lеd mе to a sеcludеd allеyway. His еyеs mеt minе, fillеd with dеsirе and a hint of dangеr. I knеw that wе wеrе about to еmbark on a passionatе journеy, onе that would lеavе a lasting imprеssion on both of us.

That must have been so embarrassing, well, it's not my fault. That was my first time, having sex anyway and I lost my virginity to a total stranger. What a disaster. What was I even thinking, how could I let my pheromones take the best of me and let me do such a thing on my first day, man. I wish my best friend was here, Elina. She would have compared my story to a romantic story in books. I miss her and I wish she will just come back from her vacation trip with her family.