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“50% OFF EVERYTHING!!!”
It’s what the sign read on the window of the candles and pottery store. Never being one to turn down a good sale, I went in. The shelves had been picked clean of the good stuff, leaving stuff in either rainbow or lavender colours. That indicated the store was catering to the local gay and lesbian population. The last thing I wanted was to give people the wrong idea about me.
At the time, I had just ended a long-distance relationship with a guy, leaving me with the usual lousy aftertaste: Regret, anger and hatred of men in general. I did not need a candle or mug proclaiming that I was “proud and out.”: I needed something that said, “it’s complicated.”
As I approached the counter, the clerk did not acknowledge me and seemed more interested in playing with her stomach. She wore blue bell-bottom jeans that hung to her hips with the help of a thick leather belt, a white crop top, a rainbow-beaded necklace and a pair of sandals.
She appeared slightly taller than I was, about 5’3″ or 5’4″, and had blonde hair that reminded me of Sarah what’s-her-name – the Buffy chick. She could have passed for sixteen, but I figured her to be closer to my own age — eighteen or nineteen. Just when I was about to make my presence known when she said, “I got my belly button pierced last week, and it still feels weird. Does it feel weird to you?”
And with that, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her abdomen. She moved my hand in a circular motion, my mouth went dry, and I could not speak – she had quite the effect on me. After a few seconds, I could pry my eyes away from her stomach to notice that she was staring at me with the nicest green eyes you ever saw. Her eyes would have passed for flawless emerald green; dazzling is the only appropriate way to describe them. “Do you think it feels okay?” she asked while touching my arm.
Then, I realized I was still playing with her stomach, stroking it with small circles. I quickly pulled my hand away, and with eyes unable to hold her gaze, I finally said, “Feels nice.” It was probably not the best reply to her question, but at that moment, it was the best I could come up with.
“By the way, my name is J. As in the letter J. Short for Jessica.”
“I’m Janelle, has in Jan with an elle.” I lied, thinking quickly. I did not want to give her any incentive to look me up… whatever her motives may be. Granted, it was a lame joke, but J politely laughed and gave me a warm smile that I liked. J told me that she was starting her second year at the University of Zurich in a few weeks and working in her parents’ store while they were on vacation. The living quarters were directly above the store.
“Would you like to see it?” She asked. Every ounce of my body said this was not a good idea. She was probably younger than I was, and she had other motives for wanting to get me into her bedroom. But the key was probably, and she had this effect on me that I still can’t quite describe. The best way would be to say that it drove me to distraction. I could feel myself getting aroused… over a girl…but I just found myself uncertain about what to do next.
“I’d love to,” escaped my lips in a strange, husky voice that did not seem to belong to me. I think it’s called having your mouth refuse to check with your brain before uttering something.
She flipped the sign on the door from “open” to “close” before she grabbed my hand and led me up a long stairwell Kızılay travesti in the back. J turned around and kissed me just before the top of the stairs. Her kiss was long and wet, and she tasted like some tropical fruit, blackcurrant, I think.
She firmly groped my left breast as we explored each other with our tongues. Her boldness gave me the courage to reach out, touch her and do the same. I didn’t know how I knew what to do. I just followed instinct and was rewarded with a lusty moan. This girl was hot, and just when I thought we might end up doing it on the stairs, she broke us apart and playfully grabbed my hand.
Her room was dark and decorated with posters of some lesbian bands, both mainstream and alternative, like Indigo Girls, Melissa Etheridge and K.D. Lang. She had posters of “When Night is Falling”, “Gia”, “Bound”, and other movies haphazardly hung.
A triangle-shaped sun catcher was proudly displayed where no sun was to be caught. Of course, she took advantage of her “employee discount” and had ample candles scattered throughout the room. A bookshelf in the corner held a few textbooks on accounting, finance and business ethics, an old paperback dictionary, and more books.
As far as music goes, I’m a Rave-Runner. I listen to trance, techno, and hard house, but some other genres and artists have captivated me for years. Shania Twain has a body that brings out the animal in me, and Faith Hill has a smile that makes me wonder. Sometimes I wonder if my sex drive has anything to do with my choice of music.
J’s taste in music was quite different from mine. She turned on her stereo to music I had never heard before. The CD cover showed two beautiful redheads in a hot embrace- the only part I found interesting. She said it was great music to fuck to and asked if I would like to.
Once again, my mouth did not check with my brain before it said “yes.”
I was still clutching the CD case when J kicked off her sandals, pulled her top over her head, and wiggled her jeans off slender hips, which made me jealous. Five seconds and, she was wearing nothing but her beaded necklace-and I found myself wanting her more than ever.
As I started to undress, J decided to take advantage of the show. She lay back in her bed and laced her hands behind her head. She was obviously very comfortable with her nudity, which is more than I can say. With J staring at me, I found it difficult to move, almost like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming car or a performer with the jitters on opening night. After an uncomfortable number of minutes, my shaking hands removed my white tank top and let my skirt pool around my ankles.
I got down to my red silk panties and matching bra; I hesitated, but her smile, that same winsome smile and those hypnotic eyes. They promised me no judgment. J would have been disappointed if I’d turned and run, but she would not have judged me. She trusted me, so it seemed. Trusted me to do the right thing for myself. Not her.
I took note of J’s body as she sprawled backwards, parting her legs unashamedly. She slid a finger along her silken folds, licked her lips and smiled salaciously. She dipped her fingers between her legs and drew them out, a few drops of dew glistening in the half-light of the candles and sunbeams streaming through the windows.
If you believe in labels such as “femme” and “butch”, then I would definitely classify Kızılay travestileri myself as femme-or, so I thought. Jessica was about to release the butch trapped inside, which I had no idea existed. Men had led, and I did take charge once in a while; J released something caged inside me.
She coiled her legs around my waist when I climbed on top of her and kissed me. Grabbing handfuls of hair, she dug her heels into my butt cheeks. I pressed my tits into hers until I felt her nipples poke into me. It was nice. We kissed and slowly explored each other’s mouths, just taking our time.
J needed me to go down on her, and I was more than willing. She applied gentle tugs on my hips with her legs and gave suggestive little pushes with her hands. After I felt she had suffered long enough, I started kissing my way down, stopping to give each breast their just reward.
The size of J’s chest was very similar to mine, but she had huge nipples, crinkled, hard, and perky, and they looked magnificent. I continued my journey down her body, careful not to hurt her newly pierced belly button, kissing my way around it. Her hands pushed me lower with her desperate need.
I blew a stream of cool air to watch the reaction it caused on her face. She was in a world of ecstasy, and I was enjoying my power over her. I kissed her inner thighs and then placed my mouth over her pussy, stretching my lips as far as they would go, hoping to encompass as much of her as possible. I sucked on her, tasting her essence, and replaced the wetness I stole with my tongue, genuinely tasting her. As a reward for my effort, her body gave up more of that sweet nectar, and instinct guided me. Her clit was hard and sticking out as if it was introducing herself to me. I flicked my tongue over the top of Jessica’s clit and drew a pleasured murmur. I remember grinning and then went to work like a gun on rapid fire,
J’s breathing became laboured as she drew close to orgasm. I kept the pressure on, lashing away at her clit. She could not have kept her ass on the bed to save her life. She bucked into my face, desperate, but I didn’t want this pleasure, for her, for me to end. I tried to prolong J’s climax as long as possible. I wanted to keep J on edge for as long as I could. I wanted J to remember me. I wanted to be the one she compares the oral skills of all her future lovers to.
Whenever I felt or perhaps more accurately sensed she was close, I would ease off, focusing my ministrations elsewhere. I wish I had tied her hands down as, after twenty minutes of sweet agony, I assaulted her throbbing clit, and finally nipped her clit, making her cum.
She was no longer controlling her legs as they moved in jerky spasms. She made loud primal noises through gritted teeth while arching her back. Her passion and pleasure echoed off the walls, almost deafening over the music that had died away — when I’m not sure. Still, she made much more beautiful music than any CD ever could.
J grabbed her head with both hands and pulled me up to meet her lips. We deeply kissed as she tasted herself on me. Then with those wide green eyes, she said, “Fuck me. Please Fuck me!” She retrieved a strap-on dildo from her nightstand.
Not knowing what to do and never being in this position before, I slit to my feet and let her help me into the harness. The dildo was see-through pink and about eight inches long. Protruding from the side were Travesti kızılay groups of bulging veins, and the head must have been at least two inches in diameter. It was a cock that any man would have been proud to have.
Jessica liked how it looked, but she had other plans as she knelt between my legs and licked my pussy. I had nothing to hold on to but her head. I did the only thing I could do: grab on, and hold on as she went to work with as much desire and passion as I had.
Being multi-orgasmic is a blessing and a curse. It takes a while to start, but once you hit that first peak, it’s easy enough to leap from peak to peak without downtime. I think J was surprised when I came twice, one orgasm hot on the heels of the other, as I ground her face into my pussy. But the sly grin I caught made me realize that I was in trouble as she attacked with her tongue and her lips and even used her teeth with a vengeance. Her hand was a blur of motion, two fingers, then three and when she somehow worked four into me with her tongue mercilessly working over my clit. It was explosive; that final orgasm blew me off my feet, my legs unable to support me as I collapsed onto the bed, and it to her waiting arms.
J gave me a few minutes to catch my breath before she placed herself on her hands and knees, “Fuck me, Janelle. Put that big cock in me and fuck me like a bitch!”
I had to agree with her, my cock was big, and I wanted to fuck her. I would have loved nothing more than to slam my cock deep inside her, but the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.
I ran the head up and down her crease, coating it with her juices, stopping ever so often to ease a bit of the head, and then retracting it. When I could finally fit the head in, I stopped. I let it rest inside her pussy lips, allowing her to enjoy the sensation.
After a bit, she started rocking on my cock until she could force it into her. My plastic balls were now pressing against her smooth, shaved pussy. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her ass and the small of her back. She was so hot and wanted it so much I would not have traded places with anyone in the world at that moment.
I started fucking her slowly, but she kept begging me to go faster. Soon I was showering her with beads of sweat as I pounded her pussy hard enough to cause waves in her ass. She loved it, desperately clenched the bed sheets with both hands. Her stomach rested on the bed while arching her butt in the air.
Pussy juice coated my cock and ran down her inner thighs. I grabbed both sides of her hips and drove that ass around the bed like a steering wheel of a big rig. She yowled like a bitch in heat, panting like a slut.
With every thrust I gave, the base of my cock applied pressure to my clit. The dildo was double-ended, too, driving several inches into me. I was so close to cumming, but I wanted to wait for J. As my own climax built inside of me, J was howling like a maniac, and I let myself go. We climaxed together.
As I collapsed on the wet spot we had created with our love, J rested her head on my stomach, and we drifted off to sleep. I awoke a couple of hours later, and J was still asleep. I used the bathroom, cleaned and freshened up before I left, placing her strap-on toy in the bedside drawer with a note and a rose I stole from the arrangement on the table. The message was short and to the point,
“Dear Jessica,
I know that this is not what you expect. Perhaps it is. I don’t know. But I want to say thank you. I enjoyed every moment with you and wished we had more.
Thank you for showing me the other side of life and being my… other first time.
I hope you find someone who can make you as happy as you made me today.
Janelle.”
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