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It wasn’t an average week, more emotionally varied than normal. Sometimes I thought of myself as abnormal, “I’m a girl, girls go with boys and I’ve been with a few of them in my past.” How did this ever happen? Other times I thought about: Why did it happen so quickly? Normally, I would expect to go on a few dates before there was any sex. Embarrassment also afflicted me at times, making me wish it hadn’t happened.I composed a mental note to everyone who knows me:”Dear all, I can only start by telling you that I’m sorry in how I’ve let myself and you all down. You think I’m a nice well-balanced heterosexual girl with a fine reputation. Disappointingly, I thought I was too, but at the weekend, I ashamedly had sex on a first date. To deepen the wound in your estimation of me, I have to confess that it was with a girl.” It never went beyond being a mental note.On other occasions I flipped to the complete opposite: It was a new and wildly radical experience, which, be honest with yourself, you enjoyed intensely. Why are you beating yourself up about it when you know you won’t be able to resist doing it again? The back of my mind, the bit that normally harbours concern, smirked from lascivious depths: I hold a naughty and dirty secret about myself and you don’t know what it is.We exchanged many texts during the week, hers at times were sexually very Beşevler escort bayan graphic. I sensed her frustration in others as some of my responding texts exposed I had concerns and insecurities to deal with.Later in the week, Jennifer undemocratically confirmed that her plans were to arrive at my home around eleven on Saturday morning. The weather was going to be very warm and I would wear a short summer dress for her. I was initially anxious; agreeing meant from the content of her texts, that she would expect sex. By its own accord, my body fluttered in uncontrolled excitement, I agreed without question.On Saturday I got up from my bed and reflected that it would have another girl in it with me for the first time. I went through my normal routine; showering, shaving legs and armpits (nether regions recently lasered), hair, make-up, and diamante stud earrings to finish. I selected a lacy, light blue bra and thong then slipped into a light blue summer dress. Then afterward a quick checking in the mirror to make sure I looked presentable. I hoped so.Jennifer arrived pretty much on queue at eleven, stepping into my home with an overnight size case. She was wearing different clothing but still wore a flared black skirt, this time accompanied with a white cotton, short-sleeved blouse unbuttoned at Escort Çankaya the front just low enough to show her cleavage and sheer black tights.Taking me by the hands, she opened my arms and studied me admiringly.”Oh yes,” she beamed. “You look gorgeous, cute and sexy, just how I like it.”I blushed and repaid her compliment, she did look stunning. The word ‘cute’ didn’t suit her outfit which was smart and sexy rather than casual as she had dressed previously.She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. It wasn’t the lustful passionate kiss I had expected.Tradition in my family dictates that you offer your guest a seat and some refreshment. Today was no different, but it was too early for alcohol.”Can I offer you a tea or coffee?” I asked her, “or, would you prefer a soft drink?””Thank you, I would like a tea.””English Breakfast, Earl Grey, or Darjeeling?””Oh, fancy, I’ll have posh Earl Gey, please”I make tea properly when it’s not a quick weekday brew. I soon returned to the living room with a tray, tea pot filled with leaf tea, cups, saucers, and a strainer. No milk, you don’t drink Earl Grey with milk.We sat down next to each other and there followed a few minutes of silence whilst I poured the tea. Jennifer eventually broke the silence.”So, how was your week?””A bit up and down to be honest,” Cebeci escort I blurted. “It’s all happened very quickly and there has been so much to take in. You must understand it’s all new to me and that I’m in unfamiliar territory.””I know,” she said, stroking my hand sympathetically, “you don’t regret it, do you?””No, I would have canceled today if I felt like that.”The look in her eyes suggested she would have come over to see me whether I canceled or not.”Good,” she said with a broad smile, “and I’m very pleased you dressed as I asked.””Yes,” I said, half turning to face her. We had moved apart so we could talk without being in each other’s faces. “This is one of my favourites and I’m glad you like it.””I was amazed. You showed no signs of first-time nerves, especially with the ease in which you went down on me.”I blushed profusely at the memory as a wave of embarrassment mixed with sexual arousal coursed through my body, making my nipples push at the material of my bra.”Oh dear,” I said with a hint of laughter, “yes, I have a bit of thing about oral sex, I love it, if I did have a second of doubt instinct took over and I went for it.”Jennifer had changed the course of the conversation to bypass doubts or insecurities I might have and in line with some of her texts, now it was about sex.She moved next to me, brushed her fingers through my hair, and landed a deep passionate kiss on my lips. Her hand quickly dropped to my leg above my knee which she squeezed, then stroked. There was an instant reaction, a tingle, heat, and wetness between my legs.She pulled away and huskily stated in a low voice, “I am very horny, I have been all week.”
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