I never thought of myself as a lesbian. I always got crushes on boys, I made out with other girls in high school but it wasn’t anything past like silly jokes and dares. Nothing like my first semester in college, with a REAL woman.
Her hair was soft, pale orange waves that hung past her large breasts. Her skin was like cream with little light brown freckles dotting her arms, her face, and her chest. She stood above my 5’2” body, at least half a foot or more. She was curvy and looked strong, but in a way that felt safe. Her name was Clara. She was the teacher’s assistant in my sociology class, and I could barely speak around her. So, I had no idea what to do when I needed to ask for help with my grade. I missed class, anxiety and homesickness were getting to me.
Normally, this wouldn’t matter much but I missed a major test and was panicking.
I met her after the late lecture in a multi-purpose room. The sun had set and the few remaining students and faculty were almost entirely gone. I felt flush and childish, in my right pink sweater, it showed my stomach and belly button ring. I had a white skirt on that stopped a few inches above my knees. Clara was sitting down at a long desk, wearing a dark buttoned up shirt, I could see her milky cleavage move up and down as she breathed.
I wasn’t’t even able to get a word out before she instructed me to sit down in a firm almost motherly tone. Of course I obeyed, and quickly. “Good,” she said and I felt a tingling between my legs at the small bit of praise. Her cleavage slowly turned bright and red, I excited her too.
She sat down next to me, and I could feel heat coming off of her.
Her hand touched my thigh and she gave it a rough squeeze, a whimper escaped my lips and I looked to the side, embarrassed. I felt her lean closer, her breasts pressing against my shoulder as her fingers explored my inner thighs, under my skirt. She frowned, used her other hand to grab my chin and turn my face to her own and asked,
“No panties? Now, that isn’t what well behaved girls do, is it?”
My mouth was open and I stared into her forest green eyes, trembling. I stuttered out a weak “No.”
Before I knew it, the hand between my thighs pressed two fingers against the already wet slit of my cunt and I gasped. She chuckled. I felt her long fingers slide between my lips and up to my clit and back down, she repeated this, spreading my juices until my whole pussy was slick. I was squirming and quivering, pressing my mouth to her neck.
Never had my body felt so alive and and electrified! Every inch of me pulsed as I began grinding my hips and pussy against her hand, both of us breathy and moaning.
It was then my new teacher removed her fingers from my dripping cunt and looked at them with wonder; she turned her eyes to mine. She shoved her index and ring fingers into my mouth without hesitation, deep enough for me to gag. I pulled back. She pushed them in deeper. I could taste my slightly sweet cum and sucked hungrily, succumbing. With her fingers sliding in and out of my mouth, tickling my throat, tears began forming in my eyes as I stared into hers. I looked down and saw her pale chest heaving, with erect nipples and I whimpered and bounced infront of her.
Her laugh came easily, and as she removed her fingers from my eager throat, she flung her red hair back and turned my body to face her own. My legs were already open, welcoming. My bald cunt already shining with cum.
Suddenly, this commanding and beautiful lesbian was on her knees, face pointed at my young little pussy.
Nervously, I tried to scooch back but there was nowhere to go, she held my thighs firmly wide. I gasped and tried to speak but her tongue was already pressed against my clit. She flicked it lightly. I tried to shut my legs but she held firm, and began suckling. She moved her tongue to my slit, up and down, then slowly into my small hole. Her tongue began fucking my wet ripe cunt like a cock, with force and hunger. My body began to shake and all of my anxiety disappeared. She let one of her hands let go of my thigh.
God, her fingers. As she turned her tongues attention back to the throbbing button that was my clit, she took two of her fingers and began pumping my tight cunt. Hooking them and massaging my g-spot, I bucked against her face. Cum flowed easily, and if anyone was near the study room they would have heard my cries. I was shuddering and could feel every inch of my skin. I wrapped my legs around this Irish beauty’s head and she drank every ounce of me.
