Special thanks to P_Anderer for his help with fixing my horrible grammar.
OWNED - A Pussy Licking Love Story
"I appreciate the offer, but I'm not into girls," I said shyly. My cheeks felt warm as I turned away and I wondered if I was blushing.
"Just a thought. I promise, it's way different. If you ever change your mind... I'm here for you, ok?"
"Sure. Thanks. See ya."
I was sure that was the end of it. She was undeniably gorgeous, but I knew I wasn't gay. Before that day I hadn't really thought about it. After that day, it was all I thought about. For the next four nights, with my hand in my panties, I cried out thinking of her. On the fifth night, I cracked.
"Whatcha doin?" I texted trying to sound cool about it.
"Chillin' you?"
"Same..do you want to come over? I was thinking about your offer."
"My offer?"
Oh my God, she was going to make me say it.
"Nevermind," I replied as my nerve began leaking out of me.
"I'm just kidding. I would love that, but come to my place instead. I'll text you the address."
"Oh, ok sounds good. Twenty minutes?"
"Sounds good. Bye hon." It was just a text but it somehow felt sexy and soft, just what I needed.
We lay together for the first time ever. The hair on my forearms stood straight up in anticipation. I felt bare and exposed. I was vulnerable yet excited, very excited. She'd done everything right up until this moment and I was ready to give myself to her. After just one step inside her door, she'd kissed me softly and without pretense. She began undressing me and I found myself doing the same to her. I'd fantasized about the taboo act of undressing a girl and now I was doing it. It felt surreal. When we made it to her bed we'd each managed to get the other down to her panties. Mine were burgundy cheekies and hers a black g-string. All at once I felt scared, but my fear was overridden by lust and wanting.
She lay on top of me and touched my face. Softly and gently, she surveyed my body with her eyes and fingertips. The look on her face was one of exploration and wonder with an undercurrent of lust. She looked at me and smirked, releasing the softest chuckle at the state of my sensitivity. I loved her confidence. Confidence is very sexy.
She appraised my body like I was a newly unearthed treasure. It woke everything up in me, inside and out. My heart, already beating harder than normal, increased its pace, pumping blood to every corner of my body and making my skin more sensitive than I'd thought possible. I felt my blood pulsing between my thighs. It felt warm and alive, and she hadn't even touched me there yet. Everything felt tingly and receptive.
"This woman is good," I told myself. "So far." My stupid brain added seemingly unable to allow me to let go and fully enjoy the moment.
She kissed me gently on the lips. I kissed her back, hoping she'd like it. It felt different than kissing a man. It was slower, softer, and more reciprocal than kissing a boy felt. I felt a desire I wasn't prepared for, well up inside me. I was ready for this, at least that's what I told myself. It felt good, and honest. For once I wasn't faking anything. My moans and hers came because things really did feel that good.
Her lips left mine before I was ready. I prayed they'd come back but they didn't. She kissed my body, treating it like a delicacy that she intended to fully sample and consume.
In that moment, I felt important to her. My body had her undivided attention. It felt as if she'd die if she couldn't finish touching and tasting every inch of it. In all the times I'd been touched by the men and boys that came before her, I couldn't remember ever feeling so desired.
She kissed my rib cage and then my collar bone. I moaned in response, so she lingered there a moment or two longer. She kissed the crease between my thigh and my butt, and the backs of my knees. Oh god yes! Finally! It took laying my soul bare to another woman to find a lover who knew I had erogenous zones that weren't covered by garments made by Victoria's Secret!
She sucked and nibbled the dangly parts of my earlobes, and gently bit the back of my neck. Oh God, how I loved being nibbled there! My body temperature seemed to increase and I began losing touch with reality. My pussy was already dripping and I desperately wanted her down there. I needed to know what it felt like. Despite my attempts to communicate with moans and sighs, she wasn't finished exploring the full territory of my body.
In between kisses, licks and nibbles she began talking to me. She told me that I smelled nice and how soft my skin was. She told me how much letting her be my first meant to her and how good she wanted it to be. She promised to take good care of me. No one had said any of that before. It had never occurred to them. She pressed her lips to mine one last time before diving down below. I was a bundle of nerves.
Her fingertips found the waistband of my panties. As she lifted it and hooked her fingers inside, I flinched. She paused and softly asked me to let go of my inhibitions and guilt and just let the world melt away. I inhaled sharply, bit my bottom lip, and nodded.
For the foreseeable future, I was her world and she mine. She nibbled at my thigh for a moment or two then paused to tell me that I'd been her every thought since we'd met that day, even at times when she should have been doing something much more serious. She was relaxing me and opening my mind to what was about to happen. I felt cared for and safe. Her lips on my skin and the soft tone in her voice told me I was wanted and adored. She pulled my panties down like she was unwrapping a present.
She waited until she'd determined I had let go again and then she settled in between my thighs with the confidence of a woman who knew what she was doing. She wasn't shy or tentative, not at all. She got right down in there without an ounce of hesitation or reluctance. Her demeanor was soft, almost Zen-like. She appeared as though she absolutely loved being between my legs and nothing short of a team of horses could drag her away. She told me I had a pretty pussy and that I smelled divine... my pussy smelled divine! Oh fuck, that was sexy! I wondered what hers smelled like. As she gripped the underside of my thighs, I wondered what her pussy looked like too, and knew I wanted to see it up close. Her strong, powerful grip made me feel owned and I liked it. I felt my juices dripping down my thigh. And she still hadn't touched me yet!
Her mouth hovered over my pussy. I briefly sent a prayer of thanks to the beauty gods whose premonitions caused me to seek out a waxing for the first time in years, as though guided by my subconscious who knew I'd be sending that text sooner or later.
Her hot breath fell on my pussy in short pulses. It made me desperate to feel not just her breath, but the touch of her lips, tongue and fingers.
She licked and kissed my inner thighs. I felt her teeth close on that sensitive flesh and I briefly worried she'd hurt me. Instead she closed them only enough to allow her to tug my flesh away from my body before releasing it and letting it snap back. The result of which sent shivers through my groin.
"Oh fuck," I moaned, unprepared for how I felt.
