I still feel her taste on my lips, girl. Anola… god, that innocent little thing. She’s my roommate’s baby sister, just turned 19, all wide-eyed and curious. Last night, we were alone in my apartment, wine flowing, her giggling about boys who fumble everything. I leaned in close, our knees touching on the couch. « You ever wonder what it’s really like? » I whispered, my breath hot on her neck. She blushed, bit her lip. « With… a girl? »
Her skin smelled like vanilla lotion, fresh from the shower. I traced my fingers up her thigh, under that short skirt. She shivered. « Sophie… I… I’ve never… » I shushed her with a kiss, soft at first. Her lips parted, hesitant, tasting like cherry lip gloss and nervousness. Our tongues met—wet, slow circles. She moaned into my mouth, a tiny « mmph, » her hands clutching my shoulders.
I pulled her onto my lap, straddling me. Her small tits pressed against mine through thin tops. I yanked her shirt up, exposing pale skin, pink nipples hardening in the cool air. « So pretty, » I murmured, sucking one into my mouth. She gasped—sharp inhale, arching back. « Oh… that feels… weird good. » Her voice cracked, breathy. I flicked my tongue, grazed with teeth. Wet pops when I switched sides. Downstairs, the neighbor’s TV hummed faintly, but up here? Just her whimpers, growing louder.
Skirt hiked up, panties soaked already. Black lace, clinging. I slipped a finger under, found her slick folds. « Fuck, Anola, you’re dripping. » She bucked, embarrassed. « Is that… bad? » I chuckled, circling her clit—swollen, throbbing. « No, baby. Means you want it. » Two fingers slid in easy, tight heat gripping me. Pumped slow, then faster. Squishy sounds filled the room, her juices coating my hand. She rode my palm, hips grinding. « Sophie! Faster… please… »
We tumbled to the floor, rug burning my knees. I stripped her naked—smooth legs, trimmed bush, pussy glistening under lamplight. She watched me undress, eyes huge. « Touch me, » I said, guiding her hand between my thighs. Her fingers trembled, exploring my wet slit. « Like this? » Shy strokes turning bold. I moaned, low and throaty. « Yeah, rub my clit… mmm, harder. »
Pushed her back, spread her legs wide. Dove in—face buried in her pussy. Salty-sweet tang exploded on my tongue. Licked long stripes, from hole to hood. She thrashed, fingers in my hair. « Holy shit… your tongue… it’s everywhere. » Sucked her clit, humming vibrations. Her thighs clamped my head, musky scent overwhelming. Fingers plunged deep again, curling—hit that spot. She squealed, body convulsing. « I’m… gonna… ahhh! » First squirt—hot gush on my chin, soaking the rug. She came hard, shaking, tears in her eyes. « What was that? Oh fuck… »
Not done. Flipped her over, ass up. Kissed her cheeks, spread ’em. Tongue circled her tight little hole—new territory. She froze. « Sophie? There? » « Relax, trust me. » Licked rim, probed gentle. She pushed back, moaning. « Feels dirty… so good. » Fingers in pussy, thumb on ass—double pressure. She rocked, begging. « More… fuck me more. »
I grabbed the strap-on from my drawer—thick, veiny silicone. Lubed it slick. « Ready for this? » She nodded, on all fours. Eased in slow—her walls stretching, gasp turning to groan. Inch by inch, balls-deep. Smacked her ass—red handprint blooming. Pounded rhythmic, skin slapping. « Take it, Anola. Your first real fuck. » She cried out, « Yes! Harder… Sophie, you’re ruining me! » Sweat dripped, room reeking of sex—pussy, lube, us.
She came again, pussy clenching, milking the toy. Collapsed, panting. I pulled out, held her close. Sticky bodies tangled, hearts racing. « That was… insane, » she whispered, kissing me sloppy. « You’re my secret now. »
Woke up sore, smiling. She’s hooked. Can’t wait for round two.