The date with Hannah wasn’t so much a date as a sleepover. She texted me in the afternoon and told me to come over at 9:00pm which is, to be frank, my bedtime, but there was no way I was going to pass on this opportunity. I hadn’t stopped fantasizing about her since Thursday when we went to dinner, and honestly from when Brandon first showed me her picture. Hannah told me that I was welcome to stay the night and should pack a bag if I wanted, which I did.

She buzzed me upstairs and met me wearing daisy dukes and a white tank top. I was relieved that I had read the vibe correctly with my floral mini skirt and a light blouse. It didn’t really matter though because we wouldn’t be staying dressed for long. She offered me a choice of drinks and I went with herbal tea because see above re: I’m 37-years old and 9:00 is my bedtime, and she had a glass of wine as we made some small talk. We both knew why I was there, though, and less than half an hour after I walked in the door we were making out on her couch with my blouse wide open. She was very focused on my tits, which I commented on and she laughed, saying that since hers were so small it wasn’t often she gets a chance to play with big ones. I did not mind one bit. Nipple stimulation is pretty much my number one turn-on: pinching, pulling, sucking, biting, lightly twisting, even the occasional clamp.

By now her top was also off, as was my bra, and my skirt was hiked up around my waist, her fingers rubbing me through my panties until they were soaked through. She was kissing my neck and face when I asked if she wanted to take me to her bedroom. We went, leaving the clothes we’d already taken off on the floor of the living room. Inside the bedroom she had laid out a very large array of toys and lube. I stopped dead in my tracks, eyes wide, and asked her what all of this was. She said that these were options because she’d never had sex with a woman before and she wanted to be prepared. Now it was my turn to laugh. I told her that she was overthinking it, and let’s just keep making out and do whatever feels right. We slowed down and kept kissing standing next to the bed, her hands running up and down my torso. I unbuttoned her shorts and let her step out of them while I slipped off my skirt and underwear and laid back on her bed.

Hannah climbed on top of me, both of us now completely naked. She straddled my thigh and started rubbing against it so I could feel her wetness on my skin, all the while she kept kissing my face, neck, and breasts; her hands and breath felt like they were on all of me all at once. She reached between my legs and I reached between hers, but she took my hand and moved it onto her waist. I pet her skin on her sides, her belly, her small perfect breasts while she rubbed me, and soon she had a finger inside me, and then another. I shut my eyes and let her finger me, encouraged her with my body language. Then she asked if she could go down on me and I said yes please. She grabbed a vibrator and slid down the bed.

I would never have guessed that she had never eaten anyone out before. Hannah slid and pressed and sucked with her tongue and lips expertly, hitting every spot that I wanted hit with just the right amount of pressure and speed, using her vibrator on herself as she did, with her free hand under my ass propping me up, practically holding me like an apple that she was eating. I was squirming, grabbing the sheets, pinching my nipples, rubbing my belly, reaching down to rub my clit, and soon cumming uncontrollably. Hannah was moaning as well and I heard and felt her climax there between my legs.

She turned off her vibrator and started to climb back up to cuddle me but I was not done. I held her hand between my legs as she kissed my torso and breasts. She held two fingers in me and pressed against my g spot. I was so sopping wet already that it was easy for her to put a third finger in. I grabbed her hand and guided a fourth finger in. She looked at my face with and mixture of concern and curiosity and asked quietly if I wanted more. (Side note: I don’t know who is teaching this generation about consent but they’re doing a great job.) I nodded and told her to get her favorite lube. Slowly over the next minutes and with some help she slid her entire hand inside of me. Even with her small hands I felt filled up, the walls of my vagina simultaneously stretching around her fist and squeezing down on it. With her hand all the way up to the wrist inside I guided her how to gently move it to give me the most pleasure.

When we finished she cuddled up to me and told me how much she loved it, how maybe in the future she’ll feel comfortable with me doing things to her as well (suggested that having her boyfriend there might help her feel more at ease with that), and asked if I enjoyed it and if what had just happened was typical for lesbian sex. I told her that it absolutely was not typical, definitely special occasion kind of stuff, and also it was absolutely amazing. I told her how much I loved her confidence and strength when she touched me, that her aftercare was perfect and that I would love to do more stuff on her body. We haven’t scheduled a follow-up date yet, but we will soon.