Crazy euphoria between girls

It all started when I moved to a new city—Novosibirsk. Naturally, new acquaintances, new people, new places. I've been involved in sports since childhood and continued my career here. The first time I joined the new team of athletes, I noticed her immediately. I noticed her because she was active, energetic, with a stoic face and a lovely figure that even a tracksuit couldn't hide. Initially, I saw her as a rival. For the first two weeks, we hardly spoke. But then we gradually began exchanging short phrases, which slowly grew into normal conversation. She told me about her work, about how

she spent her day, about sports, and I listened to her very attentively. Everything she told me wasn't enough; I wanted to listen to her forever. During various paired exercises, we tried to stand together.

I especially liked the ones where we had to hold hands. I held her slender but strong hand in mine, and it gave me a pleasant sensation. She intrigued me greatly; I wanted to know more about her. I did everything for that—I looked through photos of her friends on social media, found her in some of them, asked other girls at training about her, about her personal life, of course, first and foremost. As far as I could understand, she currently had a boyfriend, and their relationship had been going on for a year behind her back. (Erotic stories) But I was told that this relationship was gradually fading, which worried her a lot. Honestly, the word "worried" doesn't fit her at all because she's serious, firm, self-confident—kind of like me. After learning more about her, I began to look at her from a different perspective. From the perspective of a loving girl, a future wife. I realized that I liked her, not just found her interesting. Later, I noticed that she often came very close to me to tell me something, even though it wasn't necessary at all; I would have heard her even if she stood farther away.

At every training session, I waited for her to appear and watched her the entire time. Afterwards, of course, we shower. There are no secrets between us here. This might be unnecessary, but I'll describe our bodies. She is of average height, slender, with a strong body, clearly defined muscles in her abs, arms, back, and legs. I am tall, also slender, but more muscular; many girls envy my body, but hers fascinated me even more. I started noticing her glances at me when I stepped out of the shower, wet and smelling of gentle gel. I dressed and again caught her glances. They weren't anything special—more like just curiosity about my body. But maybe I was mistaken about that. That was the backstory. I forgot to mention that I am definitely not a lesbian; I'm crazy about guys and am currently dating a handsome and kind boy.

Now, closer to the point. I don't know what's happening to me, but I like her, I like her incredibly beautiful body, her smile, her character, her way of moving. I simply like everything about her. So, we went to a competition, and to celebrate our victory, we gathered in a friendly group with the guys. We had a great and fun time for half the night, talked about everything, laughed our fill, and of course, we miscalculated with the alcohol—athletes always need a lot and all at once. But no, we weren't feeling bad; on the contrary, everything around seemed wonderful and kind. After drinking and laughing, it was time to go to our room to avoid falling asleep with one of the guys, which is absolutely not done in a team. I nudged her—like, it's time, let's go. (We were placed in the same room.) She agreed, took my arm, we wished everyone good night, and headed toward our room. As I walked, everything in my head was mixed up—the guys, the laughter, the jokes, the alcohol, and her, holding my hand. I didn't feel like sleeping at all, and neither did she, for that matter. Finally, we arrived, and while I was looking for the key, she looked at me with a gaze I couldn't understand. I smiled at her, unlocked the door, and we entered the dark, cold room. Searching for the light switch, we ran our hands along the wall, and suddenly our hands touched.

Her hand was cold; she carefully took my fingers and pulled me toward her. I looked into her eyes, reflecting the light from the streetlamp. They were cheerful but at the same time somehow mysterious. Inside me, a desire raged to seize her with my lips, to squeeze her in an embrace, to never let her go. I imagined all of this for a second and immediately chased away these crazy thoughts. Meanwhile, she was already very close; she moved even closer and placed her other hand on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. She gently tilted my head toward her and softly brushed her lips against mine, doubling the shivers across my body. Maybe I'm dreaming, but if this is a dream, I can do what I forbade myself from even thinking about... Here, I grabbed her waist with both hands and pressed her against me. She looked at me and kissed me again; this kiss was beautiful. An inexplicable feeling of euphoria raged inside me. I grabbed her firm butt and lifted her onto me; she wrapped both arms around my neck and continued kissing.

We moved in that position toward the bed; I carefully sat down with her in my arms, and now she was on my lap. It seems I lost my mind; I didn't understand what I was doing. I threw the blanket off the bed, took off my T-shirt first, then hers; she watched me without looking away. We sat in bras and shorts; I pulled her toward me and covered us with the blanket, pulled off her shorts. When our legs touched, I felt incredible passion for this beautiful girl. I began covering her body with gentle, slow kisses, moving lower. When I kissed her stomach, she unexpectedly took my hand and pulled me toward her. We looked into each other's eyes, kissed again; our legs were already entwined. I felt her strong back; I loved touching her—I touched her everywhere: her neck, chest, stomach, legs.

In an inexplicable surge, we started moving faster. She grabbed my back and pressed me against her so hard it was difficult to breathe. At that moment, my hands were already on her firm buttocks, and I squeezed them. In response, she planted a tender kiss on my chest, sending waves of pleasure through me repeatedly. We continued breathing quickly and sharply. We rolled over, merging in a kiss without stopping. Suddenly, I felt she was close to the peak of pleasure; her sharp breathing quieted slightly, and she squeezed me tighter with her legs, igniting an even greater desire in me. I hugged her; our frantic movements made the bed beneath us move in rhythm with us. Finally, in one last thrust, we simultaneously stifled a deep, wild moan that escaped. Gradually, I loosened my embrace; she removed her hands from my chest. We lay on our sides, looked at each other, and laughed. In general, we understood each other; we did something crazy, and we really liked it. I hugged her from behind, placing my hand on her stomach and burying my face in her deliciously scented hair; she held my hand in hers. That's how we fell asleep... We haven't seen each other since then, but I miss her terribly. No, this doesn't mean we'll date or anything like that. Absolutely not. We both understand that we simply enjoy being together very much. The euphoria from that night still burns within me.