She was just about to get off of work. I texted her and asked if she wanted to hang out, me maybe see her new place. She said sure, she would meet me in about 20 minutes. She picked me up, we went shopping for groceries for dinner, then stopped by my place so I could get my overnight clothes, since we decided that I wanted to talk more about the other night and I could stay the night.
After we got back in her car, we decided to head to the nearest sex toy shop and look around. I ended up buying a small bullet, and she got a strap on dildo.
So, after our little shopping trip, we went back to her place, she showed me around, and we had dinner. During dinner, we talked about how I felt, her experiences as being bi, and what I wanted to do about everything. I told her I would like to be able to experiment, but I was afraid. She said if I wanted that I could experiment with her, but only if I felt comfortable. I knew I wanted to, but still I was scared.
She showed me her sex toy collection. Man, I never saw so many dildos. Before then I only owned a few select bullets and the vibrator she had gotten me for prom (yes, she was the one that got me that).
After dinner, showing me her toys, and talking, we took turns taking a shower. I jokingly (yet with a hint of seriousness) asked if she wanted to take it together. She said no, but that was ok, because I was still feeling a little bit shy. However, before our showers we had talked about “shaving down there.” I had always been afraid of cutting myself accidentally, but she explained how I could be super careful and demonstrated a few techniques. She told me the benefits of having a hairless pussy, such as more comfortable, a lot cleaner, and less odors occur when shaved.
So, during my shower, with a brand new razor, I shaved. Afterward, she had me apply some scentless lotion to my pussy. That helped a lot, as I have always hated shaving my legs and under arms because of the razor burn that comes after.
After we each had a shower, it was pretty much bedtime. She asked me what I wanted to do. I said I wasn’t sure still, so explained that she first experimented with her bi curiosity by masturbating with her best friend during sleep overs as a kid. To me, that sounded like a great way to start, a nice ice breaker.
I got my batteries into my new toy I had bought that afternoon, and got in bed. I asked if she was gonna use a toy, but she said no, she could masturbate without one. Shyly, I turned it on and put the small bullet on my clit. As we lay next to each other in her king sized bed rubbing our clits, she asked me if she could play with my breasts. I said yes, and the next thing I felt was her reaching over to grab.
She got closer and bent her head down and begin to suck. She bit, squeezed, and sucked, switching back and forth between each breast. Next she asked me if I was wet. I said yes, and she asked to feel for herself. Again, nervously, I said yes. I felt her reach down and slowly move her hand down my crotch.
“Mmmmm, you are wet,” she agreed. By this time, a considerable amount of time had passed by, and my batteries felt like they were on their last bit of power (it was a cheapo with watch batteries). So, giving up on the thing, I moved my hand and reached with the other to turn it off.
As soon as my hand and vibrator were out of the way, I felt her gently press her finger onto my clit. Slowly, she started to rub in circles, getting faster and slightly harder. “Mmmm,” I moaned. “You like that? Do you like the circles, or do you like it when I rub back and forth, up and down?” she asked in a husky voice. Quietly, I replied that I liked the circles. So she kept up with the circles.
“You are even wetter now. You are really turning me on. Do you want me to put a finger in?” she asked. “Yeah, mmm,” I replied, caught up in every new sensation I was feeling. I wanted to roll over onto my side, facing her and suck on her nipples, as she did mine. I wanted to put my hand between her legs, to see what she felt like down there. There was so much I wanted to do, but something in me was holding back.
So, just as promised, I felt her out a finger in, while she continued to rub my clit hard. It felt good, but it also felt like it was getting a little sore. I wanted to cum. God, I wanted to cum. A few times I felt close, but I never got close enough.
“Tell me what you want to do,” she said suddenly, “Are you gonna cum?”
“I want to, but for some reason I can’t.”
“I wish you would too, because I am so close.”
“So what do you want to do, what would you do?” I asked, staring to feel embarrassed at my inability to cum. I really wish I wasn’t so held back.
“Normally I would go down on you at this point. Would you like that?”
“Yeah, but something in me is holding me back. Sorry to kill the mood.”
“It’s ok,” she said back. “I think you are just really confused right now. You need time to think stuff over.”
“Yeah, I am really confused. I really did like what you did to me. There were so many things I wanted to do too, but something in me was holding back,” I said, a little embarrassed.
She assured me that it was ok, and that the night was about me getting the pleasure, to see how I felt. I was glad she was so ok about everything, but still, a year later, I wish I could go back in time and overcome my fear of giving back to her.
If I ever get the chance again to experiment with a girl, I want to do the things I was too chicken to do before. I would touch her breasts, play with them, suck, lick, and even bite them. I would rub her clit and and finger her. Then, I would want to go down on her. Just to see what it felt like. I love the idea of flicking my tongue all over someone’s clit, licking it, sucking it, rolling my tongue all over her dripping wet pussy.