First-timer fun

I still remember the first time another girl touched me like that. Her hands moved slowly over my skin and found my breast. She cupped the weight of it in her palm and traced a slow circle with her thumb until my nipple tightened. The moment her tongue met mine was soft, almost shy at first, then playful, darting, tasting. When I slid my fingers between her legs, she was already slick and warm. Her breath caught every time my fingertips pressed in. She came with her mouth open against my neck, hips jerking, the sound of her pleasure raw and close. Since then the memory has never left me. I crave the quiet heat of another girl’s body, the way her breast fills my hand, the way her tongue teases and the sudden clench of her when she loses control.