❤️ The First Touch ❤️ [NSFW Girlfriend Role-play Short Story] [F4A] [You’re the Main Character] [Touching Your Girlfriend For the First Time] [Your First Sexual Experience] [Relatable, Adorable & Pleasantly Wholesome]

You’ve never touched a cunt before. There’ve been clumsy grazes, a close encounter where she sat on you, wriggled and shivered and stirred something uncomfortable, but nothing like this.

This was her willing you, taking your hand and asking you to cup her. You want to. That unfamiliar pull curls in your belly, coiling tighter as your fingers brush the downy patch of hair between her legs. She has beautiful legs, large and pale and so maddeningly soft. You’re not sure if you want to treat them like treasures or tear into them with your teeth. You settle on stroking her hip as you guide the other hand down, down, down, until you feel the warm wetness at the beginning of her sex.

She’s even softer down there. How that’s possible, you’re not really sure. Your girl is all softness, pale skin and untaxed muscles. She has a doughy, egg shaped tummy, just perfect enough to pull into your mouth. Something you’ve taken great pleasure in over the last few weeks. You’ve been building to this, with each lingering kiss and gentle encouragement, slowly you’ve been working to get at her. To touch the top of her clit, to see the closing of her eyes, to feel her hips open and roll forward. For her to say it, even if it’s just a whisper:

“Yes.”

You settle yourself down, lowering your body beside hers, your face close enough to brush unsure kisses against her cheek. She tenses a little as your hand goes further. You pause until her hand takes hold of yours, pushing it down and onto her. You oblige, sliding passed the dew and settling comfortably between her folds. You don’t know how you make your hand fit, but you do. Your fingers press ready against the tight run of nerves, your nose buried in the softness of her hair. You ask, once more:

“You sure?”

She laughs at that, a soft, thin whisper that tickles the side of your face.

“More sure than scared.”

For the most part, you believe her. Small and soft, with even less experience, she’s still braver than you, more ready to act, more ready to get hurt, if needs be. But still, you don’t move.

She laughs again, more annoyed than amused now and reaches for the spare hand at your side. Without a moment’s wait, her small hand presses your large one against the pale, milkiness of her breasts. You’d almost forgotten she was naked. That seemed impossible, but you had. Between scanning for signs of distress, desperately trying not to ruin the mood, and god help you, possibly even making her feel good - her nakedness had almost been unimportant. Naked, dressed, covered in a trash bag, you couldn’t care less.

Just please don’t let me fuck this up.

“I won’t break.” She teases, squeezing you harder, urging your hand to take hold of her. “Us girls are made of sterner stuff.”

Still entwined with yours, her fingers reach to pinch a soft, rouge nipple with one rough, determined tug.

“I like it a bit firm. Is that okay?”

You bend your neck and press a long kiss to the side of one breast. You sniff and roam, taking in the undeniable musk of lotion, sweat, and something distinctly female. It’s not long before you feel braver, your hands working soft, deep circles into the mounds, your thumb flicking at her peaks, pulling her stiff nipples up and up, until working up the courage to give them a small, tentative lick.

With one sweet, slow intake of breath, it devolves from there. Caution becomes curiosity, curiosity becomes joy. Slowly you drag your tongue up the peak of one nipple, enjoying the smooth trail from root to tip. A soft suckling sound escapes your lips, and her hands come up to pull your head closer, firmer, until your face is lost in the pale vastness of her tits.

“Mmm…”

You’re sloppy now. Spit covers your lips as your teeth jut out and pull both nipples into your mouth. You suck and roll and run hungry licks up and down, dazed in the feeling of having those sensitive buds between your teeth. You start to make noises, something between a groan and a sigh, muffled in the soft fat of her breasts. You feel it again, more intense now, that pull that got you on top of her, got her tits in your mouth, her cunt spilling wet.

Her cunt.

You’re still sucking at one abused nipple when you feel her legs twitch and rub together.

Her cunt. She won’t come just from her this.

With a soft pop you release her breast, watching it fall and bounce back on her chest, jiggling on impact.

“Enjoying yourself?” She whispers.

You nod, pressing a soft kiss to her tummy.

“You?” You ask, hopeful.

She laughs so hard her head shakes, her hair falling around her, covering her mouth. You reach forward to push it aside.

“You can’t tell?”

You kiss her hard on the mouth, your hand sliding down, finding her wetter, softer, even more open than before.

She’s ready for me.

You know this isn’t the time you go inside her. You’d already talked about that before her clothes came off.

“Sex isn’t just going in and out. Besides, it’s more fun to work your way up to it.”

But she wants me to touch her, rub her clit, maybe even make her come.

Your mind races and a dreadful blankness settles inside you.

But how? How am I supposed to touch you? How can I make you feel good?

“You okay?”

You nod and rack your brain.

Circles. The article said to go in circles. Round and round, slow then fast.

You follow your instructions, your fingers stirring round in small, steady circles at the place you pray to god is her clit. It’s harder to find than anyone had told you, not that you’d talked about it much with anyone.

It’s higher than you’d imagine.

The article had said that too.

Higher and sometimes you need to splay the lips to get a good lock on it.

If you’ve found it, she gives no indication, just waits quietly on her back. But there’s no hesitation, no stillness or stiff anxiety. Just waiting.

You take it as your go ahead. Your fingers keep on, determined in their small, unadventurous circles, round and round, slow and slow. Suddenly her hand comes down to yours and you freeze instantly - like a puppy caught chewing something - still and sorry.

“Did I d-“

“I like it up and down.”

You’re still rooted in your stillness. She sees worry cloud your eyes and tugs on your hand, pulling it away from her clit.

“Like this.” Her thin forefinger stands to attention, breaking free from the other fingers to press firmly at her clit. Slowly she strokes up and down, taking her time, eyeing you to make sure you understand.

“See? Like flicking, stroking. Up and down. Can you do that?”

Between the embarrassment and excitement and the pure joy at having been shown what to do, you find you can. Cautiously you dip your forefinger as she showed you, and slowly you make up and down strokes on your girlfriend’s clit.

It takes longer than you’d expect. That, at least, had been a useful part of the article.

It does take longer, longer than the girls in porn, longer than it even takes you, but slowly, purposefully, her breath quickens, her legs wobble, her clit feels defiantly firmer, almost, almost, almost, until finally, she slips over the edge.

Her orgasm doesn’t sound like you’d expect it to. It’s a small, surprised sound, pushed out of her, like a secret she didn’t want to give up.

Her breasts rise and fall with her breathing, and you bring yourself up to rest a cheek against one soft mound.

She hums at your touch, brought back into conscious thought by the soft tickle of your breath at her nipple.

“You okay?” You ask, hopeful for a compliment.

She beams, curling closer, tucking you safely under her chin.

“Judge not a man by how he handles success, but by how he takes instruction.”

“And?” 

“Well… turns out mine takes it very well.”

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