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Catching Amy
by El Guaton (elguaton7@gmail.com)

***

A guy helps his lesbian friend experience a little 
hetero sex. (MF, oral, 1st-straight-expr)

***

"You've really never been with a man?" I said.

"That is the conventional definition of a lesbian," Amy 
replied. We were drinking beer after work, like we did 
most night. She was on my couch, and I was in my chair 
across from her.

"I mean, I just figured, there must have been a time 
before you knew you were a lesbian. You never got frisky 
in high school? Fooled around as a young co-ed?"

She shrugged. "Even before I came out, guys just never 
paid that much attention to me. It used to bother me, 
but now I just wonder if even then I was somehow sending 
out subliminal dyke rays." We both laughed. I didn't 
really believe that guys had never paid attention to 
her, though. She was no ten, but she was cute: button-
nose, heavy-lidded eyes, orthodontia-corrected smile. 
And her body -- well, when it wasn't hiding under frumpy 
clothes, it was round in all the right ways.

"You mean to tell me that you've never done anything? 
Never kissed a dude? Felt a wang? Given a blowjob?"

"No, no, and especially no." She lifted her arms behind 
her, stretching out. Her shirt pulled up, revealing a 
smooth stomach with a slight hint of roundness where it 
met her hips. She was wearing a sweater vest over a 
white dress shirt, and it made her breasts very 
prominent. Suddenly my cock was interested in the 
situation.

"Does it bother you?" I asked.

"Not really. I'm a lesbian. Does it bother you that 
you've never been with another man?"

I laughed. "That's not the same thing. I mean, you know 
I'm fine with gay people, but it's not, you know, the 
norm." She raised one of her eyebrows. "That came out 
wrong. I'm just saying that while I support people's 
right to be gay, I also don't believe I'm missing 
anything. A blowjob is a blowjob no matter who gives it, 
and a butthole feels like a butthole whether it belongs 
to a man or a woman. But a penis and a vagina are 
different from anything else, and biologically designed 
to make each other feel good. You've gotta be curious 
what that feels like."

"It's not like I've never had anything in my pussy," she 
said. She emptied her beer and placed it on the table as 
she leaned forward. I could no longer see her midriff, 
but now I was looking down her shirt. The buttons above 
the low neck of her vest were undone, and I could see a 
fair amount of cleavage.

"Yeah but even a dildo can't feel the same as a real 
cock." I leaned forward, too. We were staring at each 
other in an oddly serious way. Like we were appraising 
each other, maybe.

Finally, she half-chuckled. "I suppose you're right. But 
I'll just have to die without knowing, I guess, cause I 
sure ain't gonna start dating men."

"If you wanted, I'd fool around with you," I said. My 
voice came out quieter than I intended.

"What?" she said.

I spoke up louder. "I said, 'I'd fool around with you.'"

She leaned over and playfully pushed me back into my 
chair. "Don't mess with me like that, dork." She was 
laughing, but I thought she might also be blushing.

"I'm not messing with you. I'm serious." She saw my 
expression and stopped laughing.

"You're serious."

"I'm serious."

"But, we're like, old friends."

"Who better to have first time awkward sex with? I'll be 
loving, I'll be gentle, and I'll know from the outset 
that it can never be repeated."

"You're serious."

"And I'll understand why you don't think I'm hot naked."

"You're actually serious."

"You're just not a fan of the wang."

"You're really, absolutely serious."

"It's the best of both worlds. No-strings-attached sex 
with someone who cares about you."

She stared at me. "Why?"

"You're my friend, and I'd like to help you." She raised 
her eyebrow again. "And you're pretty hot." She laughed 
again, but it sounded different than before.

She seemed to be thinking about it. She pursed her lips 
and squinted her eyes, like she was doing mental math. 
She stood up. She shifted her weight to her right leg 
and rubbed her left foot against the back of her calf. 
On her face, the mixture of curiosity and doubt was 
charming. Combined with her outfit, she looked almost 
school-girlish.

She spoke: "How would we, um, start?"

I stood up, too. We were facing each other, and standing 
a little closer than two friends normally stood. "Well, 
if you wanted, we could start with a kiss."

"I think I might like that," she said, her voice so low 
it was almost a whisper. I leaned forward, brushing my 
lips against hers. I held them there for one second, 
then two. I pulled back, my face still directly in front 
of hers but our lips no longer touching. She tasted 
sweet, vaguely of Dr. Pepper. Maybe from her lip gloss.

"That wasn't so bad," she said.

I leaned forward again, kissing her longer. I let my 
lips part slightly, and she did, too. My tongue brushed 
against hers right at the entrance of her mouth. I 
pulled back again. We were both breathing heavily.

"It's strange to kiss and feel stubble," she said.

"I'm sorry, I haven't shaved since this morning."

"It's ok. It's just, you know, different." We looked 
into each other's eyes. I moved to kiss her again. Her 
eyes closed, and she angled her head. We kissed again, 
our mouths opening. My tongue began to explore her.

I brought my hands up and began to stroke the sides of 
her arms. I lightly scratched. Tentatively, she brought 
her hands down and placed them palm down against my 
pecs. That was all; she just held them there.

I moved my arms behind her and brought her closer. I 
placed my hands against her back, lightly squeezing her. 
There was something I always enjoyed about this moment, 
when a woman is pressed against me and contained in my 
arms. Especially when it's the first time, when the 
woman is new to me and me to her.

While we continued to make out, I let my hands slip 
under her shirt. The flesh of her back was warm to the 
touch, and I kneaded it between my fingers. I let my 
hands wander, one up toward her bra strap and the other 
forward to rub her stomach.

I quickly unsnapped her bra. Her eyes flashed open, and 
she broke off our kiss. She looked surprised, but she 
did not move away.

"Do you want to stop?" I asked.

"No," she said. I kissed her forehead, and grabbed the 
bottom of her shirt. I lifted up, and she lifted her 
arms to help. Her vest, shirt, and bra all came off 
together. She was standing shirtless in front of me.

I stared. My erection, which had been steadily growing 
while we had made out, lurched in my pants. She had nice 
full tits, not too big or too small, but a good handful 
that formed a respectable amount of cleavage. I had 
images of rubbing my cock between them. She had nice 
nipples, too -- not too pointy, but with large areola.

She crossed her arms self-consciously. "I'm sorry," I 
said, finally remembering to look up.

"Your turn, I guess," she said and reached for my shirt. 
She pulled it up the same way.

I had a good upper body and tried to flex without 
looking like I was flexing. She looked at me, then 
crossed her arms and looked away again. She was 
blushing.

I reached for her again and pulled her to me. Just 
before it was too late, she opened her arms and put them 
around me. I felt her tits pushing into me, two little 
pinpoints and a more diffuse feeling of soft coolness. 
Her kissing had regained some hesitance. We moved our 
lips together for a bit before she opened her mouth 
again and put her tongue out. She ran it slowly along my 
lips, then wiggled it in my mouth.

I let my hands start wandering again. I started with her 
back, tracing idle patterns, and slowly let them 
converge forward. I rested my right hand in the small 
curve under her arm and next to her breast. I felt her 
breath sharply, then she slowly lifted the arm farther 
to allow me easier access. I slid my hand to her breast, 
gently cupping it.

She let out a soft moan. I slowly felt the contours of 
her breast. I ran my fingers along its outer curve, then 
traced inward in ever smaller circles until I was 
rubbing the palm of my hand against her nipple. She 
pulled me closer. I gripped her breast in my entire 
hand, squeezing gently. I let my other hand come forward 
to her other breast, so that now I was feeling both. I 
squeezed and tickled with both.

I broke our kiss so that I could lean close to her ear. 
"I have to put them in my mouth," I whispered.

"Ok," she said.

I kissed a trail down her neck to her chest. I kissed 
the space on her sternum between her breasts, then moved 
over to her breast. I nibbled and kissed. She gasped 
when I took her nipple into my mouth.

She fell back into sitting on the couch. I followed her 
down, kneeling in front of her. My hands roamed on her 
body, caressing her breasts and abdomen and running 
along her legs. I undid the clasp of her skirt and 
pulled it off of her.

She was wearing white panties, and slowly she relaxed 
her legs so that I could see the outline of her black 
muff. I went back to kissing, letting my mouth move 
along the seam of her panties, then brushing against her 
inner thigh. Slowly, I moved my mouth until it was just 
over her pussy. I lifted her panties aside and gave her 
a gentle lick.

Her pussy lips were tightly closed, but they did have a 
sheen on them from her excitement. Her pubic hair was 
closely-cropped. She looked, smelled, and tasted good. I 
licked harder, letting my tongue move between the 
furrows of her pussy lips. I slowly began to rotate my 
tongue.

She fidgeted on the couch, pushing her pubis against me. 
She giggled slightly. "That feels good," she said, 
breathily. "But, um, getting my pussy eaten is not 
exactly new to me."

I laughed, too, and sat up. "You saying I don't eat 
pussy as good as another girl can?"

"I'm saying that maybe you should take out your cock."

It didn't take me long to stand up and shuck off my 
jeans. I stood in front of her in my boxers, enjoying a 
little sense of drama and wanting some tension to build 
before I showed her my cock. I liked the sight of her 
below me, her breasts and her legs and her skin. She 
looked up at me shyly, her legs crossed underneath her. 
She was still wearing socks.

I shoved my boxers down and stepped out of them. My cock 
stuck straight out, bobbing a little, as if nodding 
hello.

"So that's a cock," she said. I nodded. She bit her 
upper lip. "It's bigger than I imagined." I smiled. She 
kept looking up to me and then back at my cock and then 
up at me again, as if there were some unseen tennis game 
going on between my two heads.

"Do you want to touch it?"

"Ok." She tentatively reached out her hand. She brushed 
her index finger along the side of my shaft so lightly 
that I could barely feel it.

"Don't worry, you won't hurt me."

"Ok." She rubbed three fingers along my shaft, harder 
this time. She ran them from back to front, ending by 
squeezing my head a little. I moaned slightly.

"The head is the most sensitive part," I said.

She rubbed her fingers along it again, catching some of 
my precum. She looked less nervous and more clinical, 
like a scientist with some new kind of specimen.

"It's winking at me."

"It likes you."

She continued to run her fingers and palm around my 
cock, not stroking so much as petting, but it still felt 
good. She brought up her other hand to squeeze my balls.

"So these are testicles."

I nodded.

"They're smaller than I imagined."

"Hey!" I said, twisting my hips from side to side so 
that my cock waggled at her. It slapped lightly against 
her cheek.

She laughed. "Hey yourself! Watch it with that thing."

She wrapped her hand around my cock palm up, just below 
the head. She angled it all around, like a joy stick.

"Do you want to try putting it in your mouth?" I asked. 
I hoped my voice didn't sound too hopeful.

She grimaced briefly, but then tried to pretend that she 
hadn't. "Ok," she said. Like someone agreeing to try an 
exotic but gross-sounding dish, like snail or chocolate 
covered grasshopper.

She opened her mouth, forming an "o" with her lips, and 
leaned forward. The tip of my cock disappeared into her 
mouth.

She looked up at me. She looked hot with a cock in her 
mouth. But she had not brought her lips together or put 
her tongue on me. I didn't feel much.

"Would you suck on me a little bit?"

She seemed to steel herself. Her lips came together on 
my cock. I sighed as the warm, wet, softness coalesced 
around my cock. I pushed forward with my hips, so that 
the entire head of my cock disappeared into her mouth. 
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she didn't stop.

She sucked me like a straw. It wasn't the best blowjob 
ever, but it felt pretty good. I tried to be 
encouraging.

"That feels really good, Amy." I withdrew slightly and 
then pushed forward again, humping her mouth. "You're 
really good at this." She smiled, as much as someone can 
with a cock in her mouth, anyway.

I pushed a little faster and let a little more of my 
cock enter her mouth. Still less than two inches, but 
more than just my head. She had been breathing loudly 
through her nostrils, but after the seventh or eighth 
stroke, she pulled off my cock, gasping. I guess blowjob 
breathing is a learned skill.

Some saliva dripped down her mouth. "You taste kinda 
salty," she said.

"Some girls like the taste."

Her face looked doubtful, but she didn't press the 
issue.

"You look really hot," I said.

"Thanks."

"Can I fuck you?"

She looked into my eyes as she stood up. Her voice was 
very small when said, "Ok."

She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. I 
kissed her again. Slowly, we fell to the floor. She 
rolled on to her back, and I moved on top of her. My 
cock rubbed against her stomach, her legs, through the 
groove of her pussy.

"Put it in me," she said.

I lined up my cock. The head nestled between her pussy 
lips. I began to ease my weight into it. It sank in 
easier than I thought it would for a virgin.

She sighed. My cock was completely in her. I lay against 
her, her breath in my ears, feeling her body against 
mine and my cock in her pussy. She wrapped her arms and 
legs around me. I pushed up onto my elbows. I moved my 
hips back, then thrust forward again. I was fucking her.

Her pussy felt good, and it made me extra hot to know I 
was her first, and probably the only guy ever, to get to 
feel her pussy. I liked how her breasts jiggled as I 
fucked her, and how her skin became more flushed and her 
hair more tousled.

I tried rotating my cock. "Do you like that?" I asked. 
She hmmmed. I tried different rhythms. Slow, slow, fast, 
fast, slow, fast, slow, slow. "Do you like that?" I 
asked. She hmmmed again. Her eyes were closed, a small 
Mona Lisa smile on her lips. A light layer of 
perspiration coated both our bodies.

"Do you want to try a different position?" I asked. I 
was humping her pretty regularly now, and I was already 
feeling close.

"Go ahead and finish," she said.

I frowned slightly, but started fucking her even harder. 
I was banging into her now, my cock pummeling her pussy 
with abandon. I could feel my orgasm building up within 
me.

"Are you ready for my cum?" I asked.

She nodded, still not opening her eyes.

I felt it start deep within me. I slammed in to the 
hilt, feeling my cock begin to spasm. Jet after jet of 
cum rocketed out of me. I felt four spurts, my body 
trembling, all attention focused on my cock.

I collapsed next to her as my orgasm subsided. We lay 
silently for a while. Her hands began to travel around 
her body, slowly and sensually. I couldn't tell if it 
was because she was still turned on and it felt good, or 
if she was checking to make sure everything was still 
there

"What did you think?" I asked.

"It was nice," she said, "but I think I'm going to stick 
with women." She ran a finger in her pussy, then brought 
it up to our eye-level. It was covered in a gooey 
mixture of my cum and her lube. "Less messy, for one 
thing." We both smiled, too tired to laugh. 

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