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Kathy's First Woman
by Anonymous (wyatt@netcom.com) 

***

This is the true story of my first date with another 
girl. Those who inspired me to write it know who they 
are, and thanks. Read, and enjoy... I hope. (FF, 1st 
lesbian-expr)

***

The train came to a stop at the station, butterflies 
floated in my stomach as I descended to the ground: 
another interview, another tour, another university. I 
looked up and down the crowded platform, I was supposed 
to meet someone who was to take me to the campus and 
give me a guided tour. 

I made my way towards the exit and stood waiting, 
spotting a few others like myself, each being united 
with allotted guide. 

'You must be Kathy, Hi there I'm Louise' a voice said 
behind me, I whirled round and found myself looking 
into the eyes of a young woman, I held her gaze for a 
second, trying to fathom the situation.  Looking at her 
perfectly formed face I found myself wandering, as I 
had often recently, if I didn't have feelings deeper 
than just friendship for women. 

'Yes,' I stammered, breaking off from her gaze, 'How do 
you know me?' I asked, finding my tongue again. 

'We were given a photo of the person we are to show 
around, one of the ones you enclosed in your 
application form, but yours doesn't look anything like 
you do now, you're so much more....' she broke off, 
realising she was talking to nearly a perfect stranger, 
'Come on, lets take a bus to the campus'. 

I followed her out of the station, my mind turning over 
her words again, wandering if she might have similar 
thoughts to my own. I studied her closely as we sat on 
the bus, making light conversation.  She was a fraction 
shorter than me, 5'9", her blond hair cut just below 
shoulder length, her brown eyes, seeming to sparkle in 
the   sunlight. Her skin was beautifully smooth, and 
similar to mine, a lightly tanned golden colour. We 
discussed the train journey, and all manner of other 
subjects, but my mind still returned to her look and 
words in the station. 

We got off the bus and she showed me around the large 
open campus, I paid attention to the university, after 
all, this was what I had come here for, but I noticed 
her a couple of times looking at me with what I was 
sure was more than just casual interest, her eyes 
scanning my figure. 

The extensive tour, ending sensibly in the canteen. We 
sat down with our lunch and I questioned her about the 
various facilities we had seen, She was just finishing 
her second year of a psychology course and I asked her 
about the course also. As I finished my meal I looked 
at her face once more, and again her eyes met mine, 
silently we duelled, each searching the other for 
information. This time I didn't break off, and the 
intensity of the moment became very strong, eventually 
Louise's eyes dropped, not admitting defeat, but 
acknowledging my presence, and equality. 

I was sure now that she had an interest in me, I 
guessed that she had been with women before. Unlike 
myself, who coming from a conservative back ground had 
had to suppress any such feelings. But now I found 
myself being physically attracted to her, the elegance 
with which she moved, her tall slim figure, and her 
eyes, which challenged my own emerald coloured eyes 
with such a firey stare.   

We sat in silence for a while, each wandering how to 
break the spell cast by the engagement of a few moments 
ago. Eventually Louise asked 'Are you in a relationship 
now?' 

Each of us now realised that the situation had now 
changed, that we were walking a path way off tours of 
universities. 'No, I split with my boy friend a couple 
of months ago, what about you?' I replied, telling the 
truth. 

'Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, I'm in a similar position 
really, my last partner left me about four weeks ago.' 
I knew she was deliberately making the statement 
ambiguous, not revealing the sex of her partner, but 
now I had to know for sure, to save us both 
embarrassment if I was wrong. 

'What was he like?' I asked, again levelling my eyes at 
her face. 'Oh, he was a she' she said quietly, looking 
at my face, I didn't make any obvious reaction, it was 
what I had almost certainly expected, then I smiled.

'I know, you started me wandering on the station, and 
gave it away round the campus and here' I laughed, 
allowing the mood to lift a little, having got almost 
stifling. 

'Have you ever had a girl friend?' she asked, the 
conversation becoming more relaxed now. 

'No,' I replied, 'But I have thought about it a lot, 
its awkward at home though.' This finally cleared the 
air, each letting the other know for sure. Louise 
didn't say anything in immediate reply, but I sensed 
her warmth extending towards me. 

I felt myself heating up as my mind wandered from this 
public innocent situation towards a more private, 
intimate setting. 

'What's the accommodation like here?' I asked, my mouth 
speaking the words before I even thought them. 

'Oh yeah, you haven't seen that yet have you,' she 
replied, her smile widening, 'How about we walk down to 
where I live, I'll show you around.' We both knew where 
this was leading, and I almost laughed at the pretence 
of it all. 

'OK, but my interview is in just over two hours time.' 
I reminded her that I was here for a practical purpose 
too. 

We got up and left the restaurant, and walked the one 
mile to Louise's block of student accommodation. My 
mind raced ahead, I again became nervous, what if I 
found I wasn't really bisexual?, what if Louise took it 
too fast?, what if...? I dismissed these questions, I 
knew I could trust Louise, and the slight dampness I 
could feel between my legs at the prospect of having 
Louise introduce me to lesbian sex suggested to me I 
wouldn't find it a problem.  Louise let us into her 
room and locked the door, I looked around, it was 
larger than other student rooms I had seen, her wall 
decorations caught my eye; they were mainly posters of 
girls. 'What do you think?' she asked. 

'It's very nice.' I answered. I wandered how we might 
let the situation develop further, I sensed Louise 
being very aware of my own inexperience and 
nervousness. In a very uncharacteristic burst of 
forwardness on my part I blurted out 'Louise, look, I 
dream about sleeping with a girl virtually every day at 
home. Please, at least...' at this point I ran out of 
words, and blushed crimson at my outburst.  Afraid of 
what impression I might have given Louise. 

Louise said nothing, but came and stood facing me, 
stroking my hair she said 'Kathy, I saw you on the 
station and I immediately felt something between us, I 
think you felt it too, but I don’t want to rush you 
into anything, just tell me if you want to stop, I 
remember how I felt my first time too...' 

With that she leaned forward and gently kissed me on my 
lips, cradling my head in her soft hands. I put my arms 
round her waist and pulled her close, feeling the 
warmth of her body as she pressed against mine. I let 
my tongue entwine with hers as she explored my mouth. I 
let my fingertips run up and down her back, tracing the 
length of her spine. 

She let her mouth move down to my neck, I put my head 
to one side as I felt her nuzzle against my vulnerable 
throat, feeling her caress my smooth skin with her 
tongue and lips. She gently raised a knee between my 
legs, I felt the light pressure against my crotch, and 
slowly lowered myself against it, the smooth damp 
material of my panties rubbing between my skirt and my 
flowing delicate mound.   

I brought my hands round to her front and undid the 
buttons down the front of her dress, it slipped off her 
shoulders and down her body, I lifted myself from her 
knee to allow it to drop to the floor, I caressed the 
smooth bare skin of her back again, and kissed her own 
neck as she undid my blouse, I let it slide off one arm 
at a time, never breaking contact with her, again I 
pressed my mouth against hers, and we both unclasped 
each others bras, though the were temporarily held in 
place as our breasts pressed against each other, then 
her hands moved down and unfastened my skirt, it 
dropped to the floor, revealing my sodden panties. 

We released each other for a second and just admired 
one another, each standing in just our underwear, each 
knowing what the other was thinking. I moved to the bed 
and lay on it, completely relaxed, Louise moved to my 
side, and lowered her mouth to my stiffening nipples, 
gently sucking them between her lips. I moaned softly 
and gently stroked the back of Louise's head and neck 
as she teased my nipples, licking and sucking at them 
lightly. 

Her tongue traced the contours of my firm breasts, then 
slowly worked down my smooth stomach, she looked up at 
me again, seeking my assurance, I nodded almost 
imperceptible and she continued her southward journey, 
finally reaching my glistening underwear, first she 
just licked me through the material, gently tasting my 
sweet juices, I sighed deeply as for the first time in 
my life, another woman’s tongue approached my most 
private area. 

Then I gently lifted my hips, allowing her to slide my 
panties down and off my legs, she gently parted my 
thighs, and moved between them, for a second just 
feasting her eyes on my succulent pussy. Then, she 
lowered herself towards me, I closed my eyes and put my 
head back as I felt the tip of Louise's tongue trace 
the length of my crack, I resisted the urge to clasp 
her head and press it hard into me, instead allowing 
her to continue at her own pace. 

Her tongue circled my swollen clit, not touching it, 
but teasing it expertly, I pressed my hips upwards, but 
she continued to just lightly stroke me, investigating 
the folds of my pussy in minute detail. Finally she 
used her fingers, and spread me wide, looking deep 
inside me, before sweeping the area with her tongue, 
running over my exposed hole again and again with her 
mouth, before letting her tongue delve deeper. 

She released my lips from her fingers, and moved one 
hand up to gently cup and play with my breasts again, 
my body writhed on the bed as waves of pleasure washed 
through me, induced Louise, my first female lover, 
continuing to lick me out. 

Then she moved her attention to my clit, licking at it 
and sucking it between her lips, I arched my back as 
she tormented me, the burning sensation in my crotch 
growing stronger and stronger as she persisted in her 
loving assault on my most sensitive zone. I felt my 
juices streaming as she played with me, and using her 
free hand, she eased two fingers into me and leisurely 
let them glide in and out of my hot sex hole. 

***

I lay on her bed, gazing around at her typical student 
room, my body still shaking from the massive climax 
that Louise had taken it to. 

She lay beside me, her arm cradling my head, both our 
bodies bathed in sweat from my first ever experience of 
sex with another woman. 

Slowly my breathing returned to normal, I turned her 
head to look at her, our eyes met once more, this time 
each of our gazes was softer, an understanding passed 
between us. 

'Louise, I...' I was lost for words, but I think she 
knew what I meant to say. We lay entwined in each other 
for a few minutes, each taking pleasure in the others 
closeness. Then I gently disengaged from her, I looked 
at her naked body.

'Kathy, I don't want to rush you, I-I just know how 
nervous I was my first time with a woman' She looked up 
at me, I knew what she was saying, but as I gazed over 
her perfect form, I felt so comfortable, relaxed in her 
company. 

'I don't think I have ever felt this way before,' I 
replied, my hand gently stroking her hair. I kissed her 
softly, tasting my own flavour on her lips, my hand 
slowly tracing down her body, feeling her firm breasts, 
her smooth skin. Louise shivered slightly as I brushed 
against her stiff nipples. I increased the firmness of 
my touch, gently squeezing them. My mouth moved down 
and kissed her neck, my fingers continued to gently 
tease her breasts, playing with each of them in turn. 

'Oh Kathy,' she breathed, I sensed both our bodies 
becoming aroused again, I worked my tongue down to 
where my fingers where delicately playing with her, 
taking one of her nipples between my lips and sucking 
gently on it. My hands roamed further south, feeling 
her smooth midriff tense under my touch, her body 
trembled in anticipation as I approached her crotch. 

I felt her stroking my hair as my tongue circled her 
breasts, and I lightly brushed over her slit, barely 
touching her. She cried out for more, parting her legs 
slightly. I slowly increased the pressure on her pussy, 
letting my fingers roam amongst her fleshy lips. I felt 
my fingers slowly becoming wet with her juices, the 
first time I had ever felt another woman’s sex. 

I probed for her clit, and was rewarded with a soft 
moan from her, I worked harder on her, grinding the 
palm of my hand against her glistening crotch, her body 
started to writhe on the bed, as the tension mounted 
within her. My mouth started to move down her body, 
leaving a wet trail of kisses over her stomach, for the 
first time, I inhaled the sweet musky scent of another 
woman. I removed my fingers, and with a moments 
nervousness, pressed my mouth against her mound, 
getting my initial taste of Louise's pussy. 

Her taste was similar to my own, but at the same time 
subtly different. I probed her crack with my tongue, 
investigating her folds, she spread her legs further, 
and pressed her hips upwards. I used my finger tips to 
spread her lips wider apart, and traced the length of 
her pussy with the tip of my tongue.

'Oohhh, Christ Kathy, that's...' her words faded as my 
tongue reached her clit, I circled it gently, then 
licked lightly at it, her hips bucked as I continued 
teasing her. Then I returned my attention to her lower 
regions, and for the first time, snaked my tongue deep 
into her streaming sex hole. I felt her hands lace 
behind my head, and she gently pressed me harder to 
her, I probed deeper with my tongue, taking in her 
juices as they flowed from her. 

'Deeper... Oh Kathy, c'mon, get into me,' she whispered 
softly.

I moved my mouth up again, enveloping her clit with my 
lips, and then slowly eased two fingers of my right 
hand into her waiting sex hole. I started to move them 
in and out, licking harder at her clit, staying with 
her as her body squirmed under me, increasing the tempo 
of my thrusts inside her, feeling her smooth walls 
yield to allow me inside her. 

'Ohhh shit, I'm com....' her voice was cut off as her 
body arched upwards, her pussy tightened, clamping 
around my fingers. She cried out as electric pleasure 
tore through her, then finally collapsed on the 
intensiveness of everything that had happened. 

I moved up and lay beside her hot body. We lay together 
in near silence for a while, each of us shaken by the 
intensity of everything that had happened. My own mind 
racing as it tried to make sense of the emotions 
running through me. Louise still recovering from a few 
minutes ago. 

Eventually I turned to face her, 'Louise... god, I 
don't know what to say... I think I'm...' 

'I know' she cut in, 'Me too... you seemed so...' she 
searched for the right word 'intense.' 

I looked at her, realizing that time was ticking away, 
I had to be in an interview in little over half an 
hour, thinking that I might never see her again after 
today brought a stab of anxiety to me. 'Louise, I 
really want to spend more time with you, I want to know 
you better...' I said, getting up slowly. 

'Give me your phone number at home, my vacation starts 
in a couple of weeks, perhaps I could come visit...?' 
she looked up at me, 'Hey, you want a shower before 
your interview?' 

I thought of my parents at home, how they would react 
to Louise.  But there was no denying how I felt now, 
before I could have just put it aside as teenage 
feelings, now it had become something deeper. 

Catching a glimpse of myself in a mirror I saw that 
there was no way I could go into the interview as I 
was. 'Yeah, do you have a towel I can borrow?' I asked, 
putting off making what may be one of the biggest 
decisions in my life so far... 

Louise got off the bed, and handed me a huge towel, 
some soap and some shampoo, 'the showers just across 
the hall' she said. I wondered if she might join me, 
but secretly hoped she wouldn't, I needed a few minutes 
to gather my thoughts. 

She unlocked the door and pointed out the bath room, 
she must have sensed that I needed some time to myself, 
as she made no attempt to follow me. In the shower I 
relaxed under the soothing massage of the hot water, 
turning over my actions and how I felt again and again 
in my mind, finally making a decision. 

I returned to Louise’s room, she had straightened out 
my clothes, and offered me a pair of her panties to 
wear, as mine were still very wet. As I started to get 
dressed I decided to bite the bullet.

'Louise, I really want you to come down and visit me, 
if you can arrange it' I said, slipping my skirt on. 

Louise was sitting on the bed, dressed again 'Kathy, I 
know, I would love to... but what about your parents??' 

I felt genuine concern in her voice. 'I can handle it' 
I said simply, wishing it would be that straight 
forward. 'But it is gonna happen someday whatever, and 
I really want to see you again' I buttoned my blouse, 
and put my waistcoat back on again; looking in the 
mirror I was glad to see I looked presentable again. 

I took a piece of paper and jotted my phone number on 
it, handing it to Louise before I could change my mind. 
'Come on, I've got to be there in ten minutes' I said, 
changing the subject. 

We walked in near silence up to the Psychology 
Department, arriving just in time for my interview. As 
we passed other potential candidates I wondered how 
many of them had just been introduced to a whole new 
realm of sex and relationships. She whispered good 
luck, as I my name was announced in the waiting room. 

Throughout the interview, my mind kept drifting, but I 
managed to answer all the questions thrown at me, 
maintaining my composure. I was tempted to give a 
somewhat unexpected answer when they asked why I wanted 
to come to this particular university to study, but 
resisted the urge, and gave a more standard reply. 

I left the interview, relieved, and Louise and I walked 
to the bus stop, each of us wishing that I didn't have 
a train to catch. We made small talk, afraid that if we 
drifted onto other subjects, my departure would become 
more difficult still. Finally we reached the station 
again; it seemed like an age ago when she had first 
approached me that morning. We turned to face each 
other once more, or eyes met, not dueling now, but 
caressing. 

'Ring me,' I said, wishing I wasn't leaving. 

She nodded, and pulled me to her, hugging me closely. 
For a second I felt slightly embarrassed, then cast it 
aside, and wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her 
tight, neither of us wanting to let go.

Eventually we released one another, and I climbed 
aboard the train. I found a seat, and gazed at her on 
the platform, my mind recording her beauty. Almost 
imperceptibly the train pulled away, I waved to her, 
and then tore my gaze away, knowing that she would do 
the same, neither of us wanting a lingering goodbye, 
each preferring to look forward, to when she would come 
to visit me. 

*** 

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