Real Life Lesbian: I Kissed Her & I Liked It

Wet, Hot Pizza

 

She was a real life lesbian. Her name was Kass. She worked as a pizza girl. I was a hostess and server. We worked at a little mountain cafe in the local “ski resort” town. We both were 18 years old. Kass was outgoing, while I was shy. She was ballsy where I was timid. I loved spending time with her. It was always an adventure.

She was half Latino. Taller than me with a wolf cut and brown bedroom eyes. I’d only known I’d liked girls for three years. I realized it the first time I saw a picture of Angelina Jolie at the 2000 Oscars. She looked like Morotia Addams. My first sex dream was about her. I woke up in bed the next morning with soaking wet panties. Because I was so shy, I’d never been with a girl. Not even playfully kissed one. But every time I was near Kass, I thought I might. The two of us had been hanging out after work more and more, and then one day, she invited me to sleep over at her place.

Bed for a Real Life Lesbian

We walked in her front door, said hi to her dad in the kitchen, and went upstairs to her bedroom. I remember the Jack Daniels bottle on her bedroom shelf with fake black roses in it. For years after, I used a Jack Daniels bottle as a vase with fake black roses in it. I didn’t have any pjs with me, so Kass let me use an oversized hoodie she had with Kneehigh socks. I went to head to the bathroom to change but Kass stopped me. She wanted to know what the big deal was. And since I didn’t have an answer, I stayed in the room with her as we both took off our work clothes and slipped into our hoodies. No shirts, no bras. Just panties and hoodies. One other thing I loved about Kass was that her tits were as big as mine. 32DDDD.

MarshMallow Cream

We went down to the kitchen and made hot chocolate with marshmallows on top. With hot chocolate in hand, we snuggled up in her dad’s recliner in the living room. The marshmallows were melting into white, foaming cream. Giggling, Kass leaned over and licked dripping marshmallow cream from the side of my mug. Seeing her tongue with my cream on it made my pussy start to drip. We relaxed our legs closer into each other. Some of Kass’s marshmallow cream was dripping down onto her fingers. I leaned in and licked it up. And that’s when it happened. My first kiss with a girl. First girl make-out. My tight, little eighteen-year-old pussy was throbbing.

Kass put our hot chocolate mugs on the side table, took my hang, and led me back upstairs. We climbed into her twin-size bed and took each other’s hoodies off. As soon as I laid eyes on her perfect, big tits, I started squeezing them and sucking on her nipples. She pushed me down and straddled my hips and started tracing my wet pussy lips with her fingers before pulling my panties down. I pulled her panties down and we fingered while making out until we came – so fucking hard. I still can feel her spasming around my three of my fingers. We sucked the cum off each other’s fingers and made out some more. After three orgasms each, we snuggled up again but this time in her bed and watched Rob Zombie’s House of 1000 Corpses.

Every girl I’ve fucked since has been some version of Kass. Giant tits, real life lesbian, and all.

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