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 — Hi. Are you a lesbian?

 — I'm more bi, why?

 — Can I talk to you?

 — Sure. Are you a lesbian?

 — I don't know. That's why I wanted to talk. Have you had real-life sexual experience with girls?

 — Yes. Three times, and you?

 — I've only had it once. I never saw her again and it all just... I don't know, in short.

 — I don't get it.

 — Well, it was all just kind of weird, in short.

 — Well, tell me.

 — So. I'd never had anything like that before. And this summer I went out into nature with a big group. There was a girl there. I met her there. Her boyfriend had just dumped her, and she was invited

to take her mind off things. So. She was either moping or getting angry, and everyone was making fun of her.

 — And?

 — Well, I started feeling sorry for her somehow. I had also broken up with my boyfriend not long before. We got acquainted, and I stayed close to her, kept hugging her in a friendly way, comforting her. Like, everything will be fine, guys are idiots, etc. And we drank quite a bit. I have that kind of personality, I always jump in to sort out other people's troubles. Are you there?

 — Yes, yes. Go on.

 — I was pretty drunk then. And then I got the urge to whisper in her ear, you know, in that kind of whisper when you're deafening, to say, — Katya! Well, to hell with those guys! Don't be sad! If anything, you and I will become lesbians.

 — And she?

 — She started laughing her head off...

 — And that's it?

 — Wait, five seconds. I'll step away.

 — Okay.

 — I'm back. Go on.

 — Are you interested?

 — Yeah, go on.

 — So. We were sitting on the dock, talking, drinking beer, I kept hugging her. I was talking all kinds of nonsense, like she's very beautiful and everything will be fine for her. She seemed to cheer up, and the beer was running out. And of course, we decided to drink the last beer as a pledge of friendship. And then we kissed.

 — And?

 — I've never kissed that long in my life. Maybe five minutes, maybe even ten, we were making out like crazy. I think we were just scared to stop, because then we'd have to say something to each other. Like, what the hell is happening?

 — Awesome! I even got turned on.

 — I started to run out of breath, my head was spinning. I pulled away from her mouth and pressed against her cheek. I sat there, silent, my heart pounding out of my chest.

 — And then, what happened?

 — And then she suddenly whispers in my ear, — Olya, can I lick you down there a little, I know how. And after that I don't remember well. We ran into the woods. It seemed like we ran far away, but actually just three meters behind the trees and fell right into the grass there. And then the madness began.

 — More details?

 — Well, she pulled my shorts right off with my panties, I fell down, and it started. All sorts of things happened that night. I remember we were lying there, me on the ground, her on top of me, and we were caressing each other like crazy.

 — Awesome!!! Did you finger her?

 — No. Tell me, have you ever had that feeling when you're licking someone and you want to just crawl inside completely?

 — Into her pussy?

 — Yes.

 — No, I haven't.

 — Well, I wanted to become so small, so small and just crawl right inside completely. And there was something else.

 — What?

 — I licked her ass with my tongue. Is that not normal?

 — It's normal.

 — I licked her hole like that for a long time, and I think she did the same to me. Is that normal?

 — Normal. What else happened?

 — A lot of things. The feeling was unusual. It felt like everything merged into one endless orgasm for me. I felt like I was going crazy, seemed to sober up and at the same time got even drunker.

 — I'm about to cum, wait a little.

 — I'm remembering too, starting to get turned on, although I still get kind of scared.

 — My silly girl, what's there to be afraid of?

 — But I still feel kind of anxious. You know, afterwards we were tired like worn-out horses. My tongue was terribly cramped, but the arousal still wouldn't go away. I was lying on the grass, and she was squatting next to me and was silent. All sweaty, her face all wet and beautiful, and I just kept looking and looking at her, I wanted to kiss her so much more. And then she moved away a little and started peeing right there while squatting. I was lying there, watching her do it, and I wasn't disgusted. On the contrary, I seemed to get pleasure from that sight. Can you imagine? Then she finished, and I crawled under her and started licking her pussy. For some reason, it seemed even tastier to me. And she came again — that's for sure. Are you uncomfortable?

 — Comfortable! Write more!

 — So, it was all natural?

 — Yes!

 — What if I told you that when I later remembered that night, I thought that if she were to squat and pee near me like that again, I would lie under her before she finished. Is that normal too!?

 — Ooooh, what are you doing to me?!! That's it...

 — Did you cum?

 — Yeah)) Are you seeing each other now?

 — No, we left in the morning, silently, I was so ashamed. Someone could have seen us, after all.

 — And you haven't seen each other since?

 — She suggested it, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid of myself.

 — Well, that's a shame. Okay, I gotta run, write to me again later, okay?

 — Okay.

 — Bye.

 — Bye.

Author's e-mail: dоmrеmоnt2007@yаndеx.ru