I’d been curious about being with a woman.
Slut Logic: I’m used to being with men; therefore, my first time with a woman should also include a man!
And so it was that I found myself in an AOL chat room at 18 years old and talking to this couple interested in finding a cute local girl for a threesome. The only digital image I had of myself was my scanned high school senior photo, so that’s what I sent them. They were not convinced I was real, so they started asking me a series of questions only a real girl could answer:
What brand makeup do you use?
It didn’t occur to me to ask them any questions to verify they were, in fact, a 20-something year old couple. They told me they were good looking. I didn’t verify that either.
We met at a gas station in Studio City, near their apartment.
(Seriously, how did I ever make it to my 20s???)
She was of Colombian descent. Petite, tan skin, a dark mass of curly hair, thick legs, perky tits, and more cute than pretty. He was tall, well-built, dark and rugged. Quite handsome.
Everyone was who they said they were. Sweet. Let’s boogie.
When we got to their apartment, I really was pretty nervous. I’d never kissed a girl before. There was this one night when my high school friend and I got tanked at her uncle’s apartment and I ended up going down on her. “You’re really good at that,” she’d told me. I wanted to verify this data.
Slut Logic: If you’re nervous about something, have two complete strangers blind and bind you so you can’t run away from it.
When they asked me how I wanted to start, I asked them to blindfold me and tie me to the chair. Being immobilized has always had a calming effect on me, and being blindfolded meant I could experience my first lady kiss authentically without the jitters I knew I’d feel if I saw her coming at me.
I recall they were a little surprised by my request. They weren’t all that kinky outside of the desire for a threesome. Still, they wanted me to feel comfortable and I explained why that scenario would help me relax.
He stripped me down to my bra and panties and she administered the blindfold and bindings using some scarves.
He kissed me first.
I don’t even remember what that was like.
How it felt when she kissed me is a sensation I will never forget.
Her lips were warm and soft and full. My nerves melted into pools of desire and I kissed her back in earnest. They switched again and I remember wishing he’d just go away. I wanted more her.
One of them unbound my ankles and, still blindfolded, I was escorted to the bed where the rest of my clothing was removed, my legs spread apart, and my memory compromised.
From this point forward, I remember mostly flashes…
Her hair brushing against my inner thighs when those soft, full lips parted mine
The contrast between her softness below and his rigidity penetrating above.
Realizing I was no longer paralyzed as her curls wrapped around my fingers and her tongue pressed pushed deeper inside me.
Tasting myself on her lips when they switched places.
The blindfold removed and her bare, glistening pussy bearing down on my face.
His whispered instructions, telling me what she liked, how she liked it.
The feel of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
Soft skin. Everything. So. Soft.
She had a strap-on. They took turns fucking me from behind while I pleasured the other up front.
She climaxed while he was in my ass.
I climaxed when she was in mine.
Slut Logic: If I like it, she’s gonna like it.”
By this point in my life I’d already fucked plenty of men with varying degrees of excellence. By comparison, he was quite forgettable and I’d figured that out early on. Still, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, and I certainly hadn’t had my fill of her yet.
He was working hard to make it last as long as possible, and I’d had enough of him. It was time to take charge.
She was on her hands and knees and he was taking her from behind. I crawled in front of her and gripped a mass of her hair in my fist and started pulling back, gently at first, then more firmly.
“Do you like that?” I asked, knowing full well that she did.
“Oh my GOD,” she responded.
I looked up at him. He was pounding away. Having previously been the recipient of his less than overwhelming prowess, I began challenging him.
“Harder. Fuck her harder. That’s right, slam fuck her.”
With my other hand I reached down and pinched one of her nipples firmly. She moaned in approval.
“Slap her ass.”
“HARDER.”
He’d later tell me he’d never felt her cunt grip his cock so hard before. I wasn’t surprised.
She and I fucked several times while he slept it off.
Erotic fiction writer. Phi (pronounced “fee”) came into kink at early age and renewed her connection with the lifestyle in 2014 after a decade-long hiatus. A somewhat popular and undeniably avid blogger on fetlife.com under the name phi-is-me, she lives in the suburb of a suburb in southern California with two cats and six pillows.
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