Summer Time by Winifred
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Tags: f/f , firstTime
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This has been a story my girlfriend wrote in another language under alias, and translated for me recently. After some very minimal editing for grammar and structure, I present it to you without her knowledge.
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It was a hot day of summer, one of those during which the heat is not overbearing but its gentle presence can be felt even in the shade. My parents whom I live with had left me alone in the household for the weekend, chasing some errand out of city. They seemed unusually worried about me staying alone before they left, which made me think this errand of theirs was a convenient excuse for a quick vacation, and that they felt guilty over leaving me behind. Following their recommendation for inviting a friend over, I made some calls and found my friend Nela was available and held a rather happy prospect for accompanying me for the next few days.

She arrived around 3 pm, and as always we started our chat in the kitchen while preparing some drinks with plans of running to the swimming pool and spending the rest of the day there. Nela and I have been friends since the time she transferred to my school in the last year, and we have started talking over some assigned project at that time. I don’t even recall what the project or even the subject was about since we had spent so much time together after it, but never did we had done so as we did that weekend.

Ne is about the same height as me, which is not very tall to begin with but very skinny because of every day workouts. She always had an almost boyish look which was betrayed by her feminine aspects: small breasts and a cute and shapely butt. I’m a somewhat slim, with large and round breasts which tend to put me in a lot of trouble and a butt that I’ve learned very early that not many can avoid to stare.

After we were done with our first drinks on the stalls next to the counter, we went upstairs to my bedroom to change our clothing for something more convenient for the pool. My friends’ visits to my house usually involved some form of water activity depending on the season, so I knew she was prepared in the wardrobe department. The heated conversation and the effects of the previous drinks had put us in a jolly mood, so we went on changing in the room while pursuing the same chat with occasional laughs and giggles. While we were taking off our clothing, I noticed how her stare lingered a bit longer than appropriate on my breasts; quite frankly, it was not the first time I had noticed it. Normally the girls in my social environment are perfectly fine with changing together or nudity, but I had begun to suspect there was something with Nela that invoked a feeling in me, urging me to think there was something more than a just friendly intent. Her teasing personality and constant cheer seemed to take a more focused turn, and her expressions were unlike what she normally distributed around. It didn’t take me long to decide what to wear, and she didn’t have many choices brought over with her, so we walked out of the room not long after, she in a tiny red bikini and a matching pareo, pareos being the fashion at the time, and me wearing a white bikini pair and a black pareo.

The recent confirmation of my previous realization about her approach to me had me thinking over my previous inclinations for trying new things with my female friends. I had no urgency in such adventures, and they had stayed as a subject I liked to think for my private times, but right that moment I began to think the weekend might be the correct opportunity to get wilder and experience something new for my sexual life. I was aware that she had boyfriends before - and so did I - but following some late developments in romance in the last months, I knew we were both free.

We went downstairs and picked up the ready snack and drink supplies that were to last us for the rest of the evening. On the side of the small pool, I lay down on my favorite deckchair while Nela splashed in right away and started swimming around little. Before long, the evening had begun to settle in, poolside dimly lighted, and there I was, talking to my friend, still in the pool, with her arms on the poolside next to my chair with her head resting on them. The laughter and excitement died down a bit with the darkening daylight, and before long subject of our chat moved onto such avenues as well.

Being in a somewhat complicated place in romance, and a relationship in the recent past, I was not comfortable with talking about feelings openly, and she seemed to understand it perfectly. Maybe she was in a similar situation, or maybe it was the female intuition that I hear so much about men that made her so omniscient, but she knew just what to say. To lighten up the mood, she started talking about how she had missed “good sex” and “getting laid” with a naughty yet cheerful glee in her eyes. She couldn’t have summarized my position any better in her own words, so I supported her wholeheartedly, joking about the intense use of my vibrator I was employing in the last few weeks; Ne countered right away with her usual snappy attitude that she always carried hers on her person, and she was thinking of having some fun tonight. As two girls more than comfortable talking about sex, such speech was nothing in the unusual. Yet, the feeling that she danced on the edges of interpretation and teasing persisted within me.

With my being already emotionally tired, I had no wish to play the game of implications, and something about the night, maybe the drinks, the pool or the isolation that we were to share for the weekend gave me courage. So I told her, right within the conversation that I had the idea about how we should have “real” fun in the weekend, doing everything that we may have fantasized about sex, alcohol and absolutely everything. I expected to be a small patch of silence and tension before seeing a reaction, but she readily and happily accepted, on the spot, and told me: “we’ll do everything, and no one will say no to the others’ ideas”, to which I answered “sure!”

After a few drinks and more time, the dark had settled in and the weather started to get chilly, so we abandoned our posts in the pool area, and went to the back side of the house to our covered large porch where my parents recently had a Jacuzzi installed. It was the perfect place to get warm, and anticipating me and my friends’ possibility of using the premises, both the pool and the back garden were left in perfect shape. The way nothing needed to be maintained and everything was readily at our use made me think of this getaway for my parents would end up being a getaway for me.

Nibbling on the last of snacks we had the tub filled with hot water, and dipped in right away to nurse our bodies showing the effects of the recent chill. With a blank mind, our conversation continued to flow, took over and before I realized she had edged over to sit right next and very close to me in the water. The jets were turned on low, and the particularly deep water was almost up to our necks in the part we were sitting, reaching out to the remaining of our drinks on the edge. I had turned over my head to place my glass on its place when I’ve found her to face right next to mine, less than 10cm away, too close even for a whisper. She was proud of her being surprised me so, and she ordered: “Kiss me! Kiss me now!”. Action replaces thinking in such times, and less than a second after that, our lips were having the most amazing and passionate experience ever. Her small body were leaning over mine, coming closer and closer over me as we kissed more and more violently. I’ve felt her hands moving around my body as she held herself above me, hands immersed in hot water exploring. I’ve returned her embrace and our movements started to be synchronized, hands dancing to a slow but very sensual rhythm unheard.

Minutes passed, and she was more or less on top of me, teasing with touches she appeared magically in knowledge of where to place to turn me on. That single kiss never disconnected as she removed my top with practices hands, and as I removed hers reaching on her back, clothing floating on water. As she sat on top of me, easily carried with the aid of water and her small stature, she held her breasts, pushed them together and then on my face. Then her hands moved around my back and neck, moving up with her fingers locked within my hair as he held my head strictly locked on her breasts like she had found a way to please all her own fantasies. I’ve found all this very pleasing to start with, and was especially enjoying her reactions as I responded to her embrace by turning my face to reach her nipples with my tongue.

We removed ourselves to the wooden platform on the floor right next to the tub. I was more than pleased with how things were turning out, and even more so at discovering my reactions against what was going on. I’ve moved up on her as she lay there on her back, somehow without her bottom as she must have taken it off as we were stepping out. I was about to lower my face between her legs when she stopped me, reached up on her elbows and helped me get out of my own bottom. Her hands held onto my sides as she guided me over her, approaching my target but from reverse this time.

I hovered over her first, but then settled myself down on one elbow and put my lips between her legs. The water had done wonders on my skin, as on hers, and I pressed onto her naked body with mine as I pressed my lips between a female’s legs for the first time. I felt her touch between mine right after.

She was going down on me while I was doing the same to her; we were on my parents’ porch having the time of our lives. Her clitoris was vibrating on the touch of my tongue, and when I was about to come after all her work on mine, she had started to shake to an orgasm, never taking her lips away from my quivering parts. Before she was done in her pleasure, she made me have one, one of the longest of my life. I’ve thought we would stay forever in that position, warm and still wet and naked, abashed by pleasure. After we recovered and I got off to the floor on my back though, Ne started to kiss me passionately, without even letting me breathe. This sudden burst of energy delighted me and I felt like her hands were lost around my skin; she had my hands clung to hers, while her lips went down over my breasts, my belly, my navel ... I’ve felt goose bumps on my skin and they weren’t because of the night’s chill; my stomach rose and fell under my breath, quickening.

We quickly vacated the premises and almost ran to my bedroom, naked. When we reached the bed, I lay down, she climbed on top of me and kissed me again so passionately that I thought I’d explode into a pinnacle of sensations again. She got over me and began to replicate her travel throughout my body with her lips. So our bodies were intertwined and brought together into one person. After several multiple orgasms that night, I fell asleep naked in my bed with her, to wake up next morning to find her in the same nakedness, awake and watching me, saying:

“This was not my first time with a girl, and since I met you I always wanted you. Now you are mine, my best friend and lover for all time….”

Later I’ll tell you what happened the next 2 days…
Thanks for reading.