First Time Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

I saw Matt wave to me from across the room and I made my way over. He got up and kissed me ‘hello’ and introduced me to all of his friends. Over the next few hours, I had a great time. Aside from being with a good guy that I actually really liked and being praised for being “so cool” to be the only chick in the strip club, I also really enjoyed pussy in my face. That was something that Matt had no idea about. In fact, no one did. I had only had a few lesbian experiences prior and had told no one about them. I believe that every girl is entitled to have a few naughty secrets.

— just girl time, movies, snacks, all of that. Everyone knows that a curious straight girl combined with a very experienced and curious lesbian creates an incredibly charged mix. We lounged around together, watched movies, and talked for hours. She opened up about how almost every guy she had been with treated her poorly, like a pig, and how she desperately needed something new and different. I told her I had the perfect person in mind for her. That same night, I decided I needed a shower before bed. I walked into my bathroom, deliberately leaving the door unlocked. I slowly stripped out of my jeans, then slid my bright pink thong down my legs.

“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?” Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”

I started instantly, ashamed of how easily I had fallen into her arms, how quickly my body had responded. “Shh.” Mackline kissed my temple, then my damp cheek, then the corner of my mouth again softly. “You’re allowed to be weak tonight, dear. You’re allowed to need.” Her voice was so gentle it hurt. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to swallow the lump in my throat, but fresh tears slipped free anyway. Lesbian sex was forbidden but now I wanted to try it out. And I didn't even know how to say it.

Sandy never liked it, but I made sure to enforce it if she made it difficult for the others. If Lee didn’t point it that I was Sandy’s first, I wouldn’t have understood her behavior. Being a girl’s first makes her do crazy things. I learned that lesson a bit late, but I did learn it eventually. I took a deep breath in and started to open the file. I took the first piece of loose paper. There is a title on the top. The Forgotten Curse Amidst the realm of lycans and under the silver gaze of the Moon Goddess, a tale of enchantment and anguish unfolded. It was a love story that would forever echo through the corridors of time, a story that began with the alluring witch Isolde.

Because her body keeps screaming for him and she didn’t want to give in to that temptation… She didn’t want to lose herself to him… She had read a lot of books and from her findings…it was hard to get intimate with someone and not fall in love with them… The strings always end up getting attached in those just-sex relationship…For women in particular, the first time is the most precious for many of them. Fabiola doesn't think she can escape this spell, but she and Lorenzo live in two worlds apart and the outcome is destined to be tragic, and she has to do what she can to avoid the tragedy. But she can't be so direct; she knows that rich men are most afraid of women mentioning love to them, a

She poked me again, "shut up.. it's not like you've never wanted to have your needs fulfilled.." "Well is it so hard to stick to one person?" "Wasn't about that to me. First of all, lesbian sex is different than what you guys do, you wouldn't know.." I knew exactly what she was talking about but I kept my mouth shut and raised a brow, "riiiight.. it's not like you have a panis you're hiding from me." She laughed and looked at her closet with guilt all over her face. This time I poked her ass, "oh my God Paris you are such a sex freak.."

When she’d dipped her tongue into the slit in his side, his c*ck had come to attention and saluted her for her ministrations. Leslie slunk back to her bedroom once the door was closed behind her and climbed back into bed. She picked up the small doll that she kept next to her pillow. There was a turtle beside it with a green shell. She’d had both of them for over twenty years, and when she’d first discovered her sexuality, she’d spent many a restless night pleasuring herself with one or the other pressed tightly against her pubic mound. Finally, she looked into the turtle’s eyes and said, “You’ve missed me, haven’t you? Admit it.” She giggled, adding, “Don’t worry, I might still have some us

I turned into a shell of a person, going through the motions of each day without a care in the world. Now I know that's a really shitty ending to my first entry but I can't change what happened. College is my second chance at a new start and I don't plan to fuck it up this time. I'm hours away from my parents, the church, and everything that ever stood in my way of being myself. This is my year, the year of the closeted lesbian who got locked back inside every time she peeked her head out. I'm putting on my beanie, a red flannel from the hanger, and some ripped to hell skinny jeans from the pile and I'm busting this fucking door down. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.