My First Drunk Lesbian Experience ♕

I always had a feeling I was bisexual, but I didn’t really know how good it was until I had a drunk lesbian experience in college.

I had just turned 18 when I first got to college, and, in essence, I felt like I was really being seen by the people around me for the first time. It was during my first year that I started to realize girls liked me too. Little did I know, that year I would have my first drunk lesbian experience.  One night, before finals, I went to a fancy party on campus. There was this girl there that was absolutely gorgeous. Her name was Marissa. She was tall and blonde with beautiful green eyes and a sexy smile. Oh, how she could dance. I knew I wanted to have my first drunk lesbian experience with her. So we danced all night long, and then she invited me over to her place for an after-party hang. Obviously, I felt a rush of excitement at the invitation.  Was I going to have my first drunk lesbian experience tonight?

As soon as I walked in, I realized we had both been drinking pretty heavily. We were laughing and tripping our way up the stairs as we burst into her dorm door. She immediately grabbed me and kissed me hard, unzipping my dress and pulling down my nylon pantyhose, throwing them aside.

She took my hand and led me into the bedroom where she began to kiss me again while unclasping my black lace bra.

Once it was off, she pulled back and stared at me. “Oh,” she said. “You’re so cute.” I blushed. “Thanks,” I replied. We started kissing, and very quickly things escalated.

Eventually, she took my breasts in her hands and squeezed them together, moving from one nipple to the other, gliding her tongue over my skin. Sucking my nipples tenderly, I giggled, staring down at her. Meanwhile, she winked devilishly back.  “C’mon,” she said, pushing me toward her bed. “Let’s have some fun!”

She climbed on top of me, straddling my waist and grinding against my pussy.

I couldn’t help but moan; she was so hot and I’d been fantasizing about her since I first saw her. As she moved her body up and down mine, she slowly began pulling her shirt up, teasing me. I reached up and touched her breasts through the ribbed fabric. They were soft and plump between my fingers, just as I imagined. I wanted to see more, but instead, she rolled me over until I was on top of her, pushing into her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. “So what do you want to do?” I asked breathlessly. I was suddenly nervous, as this was my first drunk lesbian experience.

“Well,” she said, knowingly. “We can just fuck or we can start out slow.”

“Slow?” I asked. “Like… foreplay, for instance?”  She laughed. “Of course! Do you think I would be this far gone if we weren’t gonna have sex? You’re so adorable when you get nervous.”

I smiled back. “Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to take advantage.”

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, Chloe. I’ll give you the best drunk lesbian experience you’ve ever had. You’ll never regret it.”

She pushed her hips against mine and I knew that I had no choice but to indulge in this drunk lesbian experience.

The next thing I knew, I was lying naked under her, her mouth trailing down my stomach to my cunt. She started sucking on my clit, grinding her body against the bed, moving her tongue faster and faster as she slid it all around my soaking wet pussy. I pulled her face up to me and kissed her, grabbed her by the hips, and sat her squarely on top of my face. Likewise, I pushed her satin panties over to the side and started licking and sucking her, namely wearing her pussy like a little mustache.

I couldn’t believe I was having this hot drunk lesbian experience. Suddenly, she was moaning and bouncing up and down on my face, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Obviously, that made me go even harder, staring right at her, reaching up and pinching her left nipple as she started spasming and twitching. So then, I shoved two fingers inside her and fucked her violently as she squirted all over my face, screaming at the top of her lungs, “I’m cumming!” Eventually, we fell asleep cuddling together in her bed, incidentally forgetting to put any clothes back on. The next morning, I awoke to find her kissing my neck, following this drunk lesbian experience.

“Good morning,” she whispered.  “What time is it?” I asked.
“About noon,” she answered, kissing me softly. “Wow, I didn’t think you’d sleep this late. What happened?”
“Well,” she said. “Did you like making love to me last night?” I blushed. “Yeah…”
“That’s good,” she smiled. “Because that’s exactly what we’re doing today, and tomorrow, and maybe the whole weekend.”
“Really?” I asked excitedly. “Of course!” she retorted. “In any event, you don’t think I’d let you have just one drunk lesbian experience. In this case, I’m going to teach you everything.” Finally, she put her face right next to mine, kissing me, slipping her tongue in my mouth. Meanwhile, her hands found their way down my stomach to my clit once more. It was the best I had felt since my first time in a public library.

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