The Girl

I shake my head and go to correct her when she stands up, positioning herself between my thighs. Her fingers are almost weightless when she caresses my cheek, and I find myself leaning into her slightly.

“I’m honestly not a challenge—”

Her lips meet mine, and I am stunned by the softness of the kiss. I’ve never kissed a girl before and am surprised by her light, feathery touch.

Her tongue slowly strokes mine, coaxing it out of my mouth as I slowly lift my hands to her hair, not sure what to do.

Before I know it, we are properly kissing. Our mouths move as we experiment slowly, trying to find a comfortable position to kiss in. She tastes amazing, too, and I feel my cheeks flame when I moan against her.

“Straight, huh?” she whispers, her fingers lacing with mine as I nod dumbly. But it is my head that moves forward, closing the gap between us.

It’s me that’s tugging her to me, my hands wrapping around her slender waist as we kiss again.

We move away from the bar and are suddenly up against a wall.

“I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done this before,” I confess as she treats me to her delicious laugh once more.

“Well, I do, so do you want to come with me to the bathroom?”

I hesitate until she kisses me again; this time, her hand guides mine to her nipples, which have hardened beneath her clothes.

She moans a little when I brush my fingers over them, a flood of warmth passing through me when she kisses me harder.

Somehow, I follow her to the bathroom, and we both fall into the cubicle. My heart is racing when she locks the door, her beautiful face gazing at me as she peels off her tight top.

Her breasts are tanned and firm, and she guides my hands back to them as she pushes me onto the closed toilet lid.

Her legs wrap around me, and we are kissing again—and I decide it’s my new favorite thing to do in the world. My fingers stroke her back, my mind whirring with what I’m doing right now.

“I’m straight. I swear. I’m not leading you on—you’re beautiful, and I like kissing you,” I say in a quiet voice.

Her dark eyes search mine as she smiles slightly. “Stop labeling yourself. You’re you. I’m me. Now, can we carry on with your fucking lips on mine?”

She gasps when I pull her close, our mouths meeting in that gentle, sweet way they do before my fingers are playing with her nipples.

I’m being soft, and she is loving it. Her hand is in my hair now, and I can’t help but moan as she tugs on it slightly, exposing my neck to her mouth.

She dots feathery, light kisses down my throat until she reaches my chest, sliding down the top of my dress, freeing my large breasts.

Her eyes widen, and it’s like it’s Christmas morning for her.

“Can I—” she begins, licking her lips as I nod.

I’m terrified I’m not going to like it, but then her mouth wraps around the tiny pink bud. I close my eyes then, throwing my head back as she stands up.

I’m glaring at her for stopping, but she is sliding her jeans down her hips. She is wearing lacy white panties but pulls them down to reveal a small mound of dark hair.

It’s cut almost like a triangle, and I panic. She seems to sense my anxiety, sitting astride me as she grinds against me.

I’m not able to stop myself from caressing her bare ass, and her soft kisses are making me incredibly wet.

“What’s your name?” she whispers between her feathery kisses, her fingers dancing around my areola sensually.

“Nikita, what’s yours?”

“Heaven. Nikita, will you take your underwear off?”

I bite my lip, but the surge of passion flowing through my core tells me to do as she requests. Her lips are slightly swollen from kissing me, and I can’t help but feel dizzy from lust.

I’ve kissed many men in my life, but none have made me feel so…sexy.

Heaven gets up, allowing me to stand as I shimmy my panties down. I’m trembling, but she is just perfect.

“I’m going to make you feel amazing, I swear,” she murmurs, her mouth on mine as she parts my legs gently.

Her slender finger strokes my inner folds as she kisses me, and my knees tremble beneath her touch. “See how much you want this?”

She lifts her finger to her mouth, sucking on it slowly as her eyes roll back in her head.

I don’t know what to expect, but this time I’m reaching for her, pulling her close as she returns her fingers to my drenched pussy, circling my clit before dropping to her knees.

“Oh, you don’t have to—FUCK!”

Her fingers ease into me, two at a time, and she begins to rhythmically fuck me. Her mouth is now on my clit, sucking and nibbling slightly as I try to remain standing.

A quiet moan leaves my mouth, and my fingers hold her head as she lifts one of my thighs over her shoulder, feasting on me like she is starved.

Most men I’ve done this with have been pretty decent, but this is mind-blowing. She knows exactly what to do, her tongue stroking up and down my slick folds as her fingers slide in and out of me.

She looks up at me, and our eyes lock as I rock my hips against her eager mouth. I can feel my orgasm building up slowly, and she seems to sense it, pushing a third finger to join in the party happening in my core.

“You taste so fucking sweet. I love virgin pussy.”

“I’m not a—” I bite on my bottom lip as the vibrations from her voice slam through my pussy, coaxing out the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.

Heaven continues to lap up my juices, slowing the speed of her fingers as I let out a soft cry. I can barely move as she releases my thigh, lowering it so she can stand in front of me.

My pussy is throbbing, dripping in my juices mixed with her saliva. When she kisses me, my nipples harden upon tasting myself in her mouth.

“Oh my god, I’m gay,” I mutter as she laughs.

“If you like cock too, you’re probably not. But why don’t you come home with me and explore more? My husband is off working.”

She tugs her jeans back up as I stare at her in disbelief. She hands me my panties with a smirk, inhaling their scent as she does. She is so fucking sexy.

“Your h-husband?” I stammer as she nods, a glint in her eye.

“I told you, fuck labels. Just do you. Be you. So, are you coming home with me? I believe you owe me an orgasm, sweetie,” she purrs, and I nod nervously.

“I don’t know how to do it,” I admit, and she shivers when I run my fingers down her back.

“I’ve got a feeling you’ll do just fine.”