My first time was with a girl I fell in love.

This is a true story connected with the other story I did about her but read this one first. I will have it linked at the end if you want to read this follow-up. Some of it was a bit blurry in my memory as it was a long time ago, but it actually happened.

I leaned against the cold stone wall of our old British Yorkshire house, staring out at the vast, open countryside. The wind carried the scent of rain, grounding me. Inside, my mum cleaned around the kitchen, and she sang, which echoed throughout the house. Her hair, red like mine, now streaked with silver, framed a face still radiant with warmth and kindness. I often wondered if I’d age as gracefully as she had.

As the sun dipped low one afternoon, I saw a girl by the gate. Tall and lean, she moved with a grace that seemed out of place in our village. My heart skipped a beat. There was something about her, a pull I couldn’t explain.

“Who’s that?” Mum asked, peeking out from the kitchen window.

“I don’t know, mum,” I replied, sounding casual. “I think she just moved into the cottage down the road.”

“Aww, she looks so sweet and a good girl, you should get to know her, especially if she is new around here,” Mum said while putting the kettle on.

A few days later, I ran into this girl at the local park. She was sitting on a bench, reading a book, and I felt a flutter of nerves as I approached her.

“Hello, I am Sarah. I noticed you are new around here. Can I sit next to you?” I said nervously.

“Hey, I am Claire; yes, please sit,” she said, moving her handbag and patting the bench.

We started conversing, discovering a shared love for literature and the outdoors. Her laugh was infectious, and her eyes sparkled when she spoke.

Weeks later, we spent more time together as usual, and as the sun set, I saw Claire put something in her handbag, and she smiled at me. “You never know,” she winked at me; I wonder what it was, and never know what? We then headed off to my house.

We returned to my place. Mum was in the kitchen, the smell of her cooking filling the house. “Dinner will be ready soon,” she called out, not looking up from her pots and pans.

I led Claire upstairs to my room, our fingers brushing as we walked. The moment the door closed behind us, the atmosphere changed. There was a charged silence between us, the air thick with unspoken words.

“Sarah,” Claire began, her voice barely above a whisper, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

My heart pounded. I knew what was coming, and a mix of fear and excitement coursed through me.

“I think I love you,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning.

I took a deep breath, my heart racing. “I… I am not sure what I am feeling right now. I… I think I love you too, Claire.”

“Omg, really,” Her smile lit up her face, and at that moment, I knew there was no turning back. We leaned in, our lips meeting in a kiss that started soft and tender but quickly grew more urgent. Her lips were warm, her touch electric. The world around us faded away, leaving just the two of us.

I pulled back, breathless, my heart pounding in my ears. Claire’s eyes were dark with desire, her lips slightly swollen. “Sarah,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve never felt this way before.”

I felt a surge of emotion, a mix of love and longing so intense it was almost painful. “Neither have I,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.

We kissed again, a slow, passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. Her hands cupped my face, fingers threading through my hair. I felt like I was drowning in her, in us. Our bodies pressed close, the warmth between us growing as the cool evening air settled around us.

As we finally pulled away, our foreheads resting against each other, Claire’s eyes were filled with fierce determination. “I will never leave you, Sarah,” she vowed.

“I want you so bad, Sarah. I…” I didn’t let her finish. I kissed her deeply on her lips as we slowly started to lay down with me on top of her.

The door creaked open then, and Mum poked her head in. “Dinner’s ready, girls. Oh, sorry. I’ll be downstairs.”

Claire and I pulled away, our faces flushed, our breaths mingling in the charged air. “We’ll be right there,” I called after Mum, my voice shaky.

She gave us a knowing smile and gently closed the door behind her. Claire looked at me, her eyes full of love and longing. “I meant what I said, Sarah. I will never leave you.”

“Shh,” I said as I laid back on top of her and started kissing more deeper.

But she rolled us over, so I was on my back. She sat up and smiled at me. “Do you trust me, Sarah?” she said as she sat on my legs.

“Er, Yes, I do,” I said, looking at her sitting on me.

“Good, because you are going to love this,” Claire murmured, her eyes dark with desire. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. I felt my breath catch as she revealed herself to me. She didn’t even have a bra on. Her breasts were small and firm, her nipples already hard with arousal. She slid the shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She was now topless.

“Have you ever had sex, Sarah,” she just blurted out.

“Ermm, well… no, have you,” I said while I felt embarrassed.

“Yes, don’t worry. I will be gentle. Omg, you’re cute, and I am your first.” She seemed so excited.

She leaned down, her hair brushing against my face as she kissed me again. Her hands roamed over my body, her touch sending waves of pleasure through me.

Claire broke the kiss, her eyes locked with mine. “I want to taste you, Sarah,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

I nodded, unable to speak. I felt a thrill of excitement as she began to slide my pants down my legs, followed by my knickers, revealing my wet, aching pussy. She leaned down, her breath hot against my skin as she began to kiss and lick my inner thighs. I felt myself growing even wetter, my hips bucking involuntarily as she drew closer to my pussy.

Claire’s tongue traced a line up my thigh before she finally pressed it against my clit. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as a wave of pleasure washed over me. She continued to lick and sucked on my labia and explored my pussy, her fingers slipping inside me as she studied my wet cunt in detail.

I felt some discomfort at first as she broke through my hymen. But then it started to feel so fucking good.

Claire’s fingers explored me, teasing and circling my entrance. I moaned, my hips bucking as she slid one finger inside me, then another. She began to move them in and out, her thumb still working my clit. The sensation was intense and overwhelming.

Claire’s mouth felt amazing against my pussy. Her lips and tongue worked in tandem, driving me wild with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing as I neared the edge.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice hoarse and laced with pure lust and desire.

Claire looked up at me, her eyes filled with fierce determination. “Oh, don’t worry babe, I won’t,” she promised, her voice husky with desire. She leaned down again, her tongue flicking out to tease my clit. I moaned, my hips bucking as she continued to work her magic.

Suddenly, Claire sat up and reached into her handbag, pulling out a strap-on harness. My eyes widened in surprise, but she just smiled at me. “Now am really going to fuck you, Sarah,” she said, her voice thick with lust.

Claire secured the strap-on around her hips, the dildo jutting out, ready for action. She leaned down, her hair brushing against my face as she kissed me deeply. Her hands roamed over my body, her touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel my heart pounding with anticipation as she positioned herself between my legs.

“Are you ready, Sarah?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

“Yes, I think so,” I breathed, my body trembling with excitement.

Claire pressed the tip of the dildo against my entrance, teasing me. I moaned, my hips bucking as I urged her to enter me. With a slow, deliberate thrust, she pushed inside me, “Ughhhh,” it felt good.

As Claire filled me with the strapon, I felt a surge of pleasure unlike anything before. Her thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, allowing me to adjust to the new sensation. But soon, her pace quickened, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

I wrapped my legs around her waist, pulling her deeper inside me. She leaned down and opened my blouse while thrusting into me. She pulled both of my tits out of my bra. She was then pressed against me with her breasts pushing against mine as she kissed me deeply.

“Omg Sarah, your tits are five times bigger than mine,” she said while still thrusting into my cunt.

“Ugh, oh fuck that feels good, Claire, your… mmmm… your tits look good too,” I said as they were, they may be small, but who cares? She was so beautiful, and she was fucking me.

I thought my first time would be with a real cock but wow, she was so good.

Claire’s thrusts became more urgent, driving me closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building, my muscles clenching around the strapon as I neared my climax.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” I cried out, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Fuck me harder, Claire.”

Claire’s thrusts became more insistent, her hips slapping against mine as she drove deeper into me. I could feel the tension building, my muscles clenching around the strapon as I neared my climax. The sensation was intense and overwhelming, and I could feel myself on the brink of an explosive orgasm.

“Come for me, Sarah,” Claire growled, her voice ragged with lust. “I want to make you cum, and then you can fuck me with this, well only if you want to.” She said I felt weird. I did this before, but it’s only fair; she’s licked my pussy and fucked it, so it is the least I could do.

Claire’s thrusts grew more fervent as she drove the strapon deeper into me. The sensation was almost unbearable, but I didn’t want it to end. I dug my nails into her back, urging her on. “Don’t stop, oh fuck Claire, ughhh… pound me,” I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper.

Claire’s hips moved faster, and my pussy ached as she was using the strapon and ramming it into my poor little tight cunt.

I felt a surge of pleasure as I finally let go, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. I moaned out loud, my body trembling with release as I came hard around the strapon.

“I hope you liked it, babe,” Claire murmured, kissing my forehead. “Yeah, oh fuck that was good,” I agreed with a satisfied smile.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Claire pulled out the strapon and set it aside. “Well, I guess it’s my turn. Be patient with me, Claire. I… I never done this before. But I had better taste her first.

As I pulled down her leggings and knickers, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. I moved down the bed and spread Claire’s legs wide open, revealing her wet, shaved pussy.

Her clit was already swollen, a testament to how aroused she was. I leaned in, inhaling her arousing scent before diving in, my tongue tracing her inner labia before focusing on her swollen clit. I teased and sucked her clit while sliding a finger into her pussy, feeling the walls clench around me as I explored her.

I increased the pace of my fingers, driving them in and out of her pussy with more urgency. At the same time, I continued to tease and suck her clit, feeling it swell and harden under my tongue.

I sucked on top of her clit as I fingered her. She loved it, so I must be doing it right.

She panted, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t plan to. I wanted to make Claire cum harder than she ever had before because she seemed she knew what she was doing. She was no virgin. I curled my fingers inside her, finding that sensitive spot that made her gasp with pleasure.

She moaned so hard, “OMG… Mmm, fucking hell, Sarah, ugh.”

I stopped and quickly put on the strap-on.

As I slid the strapon into place, Claire’s eyes widened with anticipation. I positioned myself between her legs, my heart pounding with excitement. I teased her entrance with the tip of the dildo, feeling her muscles clench around it. With a slow, deliberate thrust, I pushed inside her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.

I moved the strapon in and out of her, building a steady rhythm as I watched her reactions. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts, her eyes glazed with pleasure. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her body moving in time with mine.

“Harder, Sarah,” Claire urged, her voice barely above a whisper. “ugh… oh yes… fuck me… I am so horny for you.”

I increased my pace, driving the strapon deeper into her with each thrust. Her cunt gripped onto the strapon. As I continued to plough her pussy.

As I thrust deeper into Claire, I could feel her body trembling beneath me. Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared her climax.

“Yes, yes, Sarah!” she cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure. “I’m going to cum!”

I kept going while looking down at her; I smiled. “I love you,” I said as she then squirted her juices all over.

I pulled it out of her and took it off; I lay next to her, smiling.

“I love you, Sarah. I will never leave you,” she said as our lips parted. We kissed as our naked bodies pressed against each other.

Moments later, we got dressed and had another kiss before making our way downstairs. As we made our way downstairs, hand in hand, I could feel the warmth of Claire’s hand in mine, and I knew that this was just the beginning of many more intense, passionate nights together.

We entered the kitchen, where Mum was busy preparing dinner. She looked up and smiled at us. “Ah, there you are. Dinner is almost ready,” she said.

She would never leave and would make me so happy, but read what happened next. Click here for our story of what happens next.