Losing Her Cherry! Stories of Women’s First Sexual Encounters

By Allison Lindell

Every woman has a first-time... for these ladies, it was something sexy and amazing! From a college coed saving herself for marriage to a woman climbing the corporate ladder- these women have one thing in common- they've never done what they are about to do! First-time sex, first-time lesbian sex, first time oral... it's all here!
A high school senior never thought about being with girls until she met the foreign exchange student sharing her home... and more! College coed Mary is saving herself for marriage, but when she's alone with a sexy hunk in his room the clothes come off and the inhibitions fade away. Will Mary keep her Cherry? Caroline's boss invites her over for a drink. Only this sexy female executive wants to go over more than just the numbers! Will Caroline give in to her sexy boss and try her first woman?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Allison Lindell
• Release date: Jan 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463601938

Allison Lindell

I love to read and write erotica. I'm especially fond of stories about people challenging their own sexuality. whether it's MM, FF, Transgender or something completely different.

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Losing Her Cherry!

Stories of Women’s First Sexual Encounters

Allison Lindell

©2019 Allison Lindell All Rights Reserved

These stories are a work of fiction. All characters in it who engage in explicit sexual activity are 18 years of age or older and all sexual activity is of a consensual nature.

My First Lesbian Love!

Allison Lindell

My name is Carla, and my first sexual experience with another person was with my BFF, Bethany. We lived up north and Bethany was an exchange student from Canada who came to stay with us during her senior year in high school. We had both just turned 18 and became best friends almost overnight.

During a severe that winter blizzard, it was all the furnace in our house could do to keep up with the cold. Bethany and I shared a large bedroom upstairs. She was already in bed, and I was moving as fast as I could to keep warm while I put on my T-shirt. Over-sized football T-shirts and panties were what we slept in. Just as I was about to climb in my bed, Bethany said to get in with her first and she would warm me up.

I turned out the lights and scrambled under the blankets. Bethany rapped her arms around me and rubbed my back and legs. She said my hands felt like ice cubes and told me to put them between her legs where she could warm them. She squeezed them as she vigorously rubbed me all over. Soon I realized she was pressing her crotch against my hands. This definitely warmed me up fast. Her right hand moved down my back and around my bottom, her fingers traced the inside of my crack, pressing my panties into it.

With our bodies intertwined and the blankets over our heads, I quickly forgot about the blizzard outside. As Bethany continued pushing against my hands, I realized her crotch was getting wet, not from sweat, but from the same sticky flow that came out of me and covered my fingers when I masturbated. She moved in a slow steady rhythm, squeezing my hands tight. I could feel her breath on my face, and in the dark our lips touched.

The tip of her tongue moved across my lips gently coaxing them apart. At the same time, her hand was between my legs and her finger worked its way under the edge of my panties. My heart pounded; unsure what was happening but not wanting her to stop.

Bethany's tongue was like a feather brushing across my lips. I opened my mouth and she explored the warmth inside. Then her finger found my slit. This was the first time anyone had ever touched me there, and it sent a shudder through me. I opened my legs and she slid her finger inside. I thought I would faint as a wave of excitement swept over me. Suddenly, my hand was inside her panties feeling her soft fur, my fingers searching. I was eagerly returning her kisses now, our tongues exploring, sharing the heat of our mouths.

I felt her clitoris, and as I touched it, she quivered and moaned, spreading her legs for me. My body was wet with sweat, my crotch soaked. I had smelled my own arousal many times then I fingered myself, but now there was something new: Bethany's scent drifted up to me. Knowing I made her wet left me dizzy with excitement.

We were both breathless, our hearts pounding, our bodies wound together like a knot. We climaxed at the same time, fighting to keep from crying out and awakening my parents. As I tried to catch my breath, I brought my hand to my face. It was covered with Bethany's juice, and I touched it to my lips, tasting another