I'm 30 now but my last confession reminded me of another story, hope you enjoy!

Not long after my last confession, I went to a party with my friend (18F) at someone's apartment. Yes, same friend from my Matt story. I knew a few people, but most I was meeting for the first time, including Derek (25M), Sara (19F), and Chloe (19F).

Usual hangout party shenanigans lead to us all getting drunk and high.

Sitting in a circle we played spin the bottle, but were pretty tame about it. A peck here, and short make out there. I kissing my first girl, Sara, was gentle and closed mouth. Sweet and soft.

When it was my turn again, I landed on Chloe. Still sweet, still soft, but deeper. She licked my lips, I opened my mouth just slightly, but it was over so quickly.

It's on this night that I learned kissing women is amazing. So sensual, it's like foreplay. There's always the promise of more.

Anyways, we were all uninhibited and now physically comfortable touching each other.

Truth or dare was up next: some clothes came off, some sexual confessions were disclosed, one truth in particular had me confessing that I found Derek attractive and I will as disappointed I didn't get to make out with him. Alcohol helps me with honesty and confidence 😇

Derek smirked at me, but the game quickly moved on.

I made out with Chloe and Sara, "putting on a show" for Derek was the dare. Their hands ran over my body while I did the same. Petting thighs, holding a hip, grinding against each other...

We eventually devolved into dancing and talking. I was so warm that I wondered outside to the balcony.

Derek followed me out. We chatted some, and I made my way to the railing, leaning my arms on it. He came around behind me, so close I could feel his warmth on my back. He placed one hand on the railing, caging me in on one side.

"So I'm attractive, am I?"

"You're okay I guess." Playing cool made no sense, but I wasn't exactly on my A game... I also didn't have an A game 😂

His other hand went to my hip, "So you don't want me to kiss you then?" He's pressed himself against my back. I press back against him. He's nearly a foot taller then me. I felt trapped in the best way, all his attention is on me.

"I didn't say that." I let out in a breathy voice. I can feel his hardening length against me. I can't help but press my ass against him, grinding against it.

He turns me around, presses my back against the wall and grabs my chin, tilting my head back. He's forcing me to maintain eye contact. He trails his hand down my neck, along the side until he holds the back of my neck to pull me into a kiss. This was different from Sara and Chloe; harder, firmer.

I reach down, stroke him through his jeans. I make sure the touch is firm, slow, I learned from Matt. He's not stopping me so I undo his pants, reach into his underwear and continue stroking him, squeezing. It's so smooth, so hard. He's rocking his hips into my hand, urging me faster. I match his pace.

He groans and pulls away. Derek pulls up my skirt, expertly moves my underwear out of the way and moans out, "Jesus, you're so wet."

My heart is racing. I want more. I know I like it, please please tell me he's going to finger me. Yes!

I moan and angle my hips to make this easier for him. He slips a finger in, then another. In and out, so easy with how wet I am.

He takes his finger out and I groan, "No, please don't stop." I was to cum so badly. I want him to make me cum.

He chuckled, "I'm not stopping." He circles my clit, rubs firmly. Fuck, it's like he's lazer focused. It feels so amazing, I tense, try not to move as I put my hands on his shoulders. Pressing down to hold myself up.

I'm so close...

He goes back to fingering me, three fingers this time. Before I can feel any disappointment that he didn't just rub my clit until I orgasm, he hits something inside me, strokes just right.

"Fuck, please!" I whispered harshly, maintaining eye contact. This feels different, so much better then last time. So much better then when I do this.

I'm on my tippy toes, rocking my hips, anything to cum, to help him make me cum...

Then my friend opens the balcony door. "You out there? Come inside, we're gunna play never have I ever."

You. Are. Kidding. Me.

He'd taken his hand out from under my skirt, but was still pressed against me. "Guess we should head inside."

I've never contemplated murdering someone as much as I did at that moment. I only needed another minute 😩