Emma’s first lesson, Series

Emma’s Lesbian Experience

An innocent college girl seeks knowledge

Read about Emma’s College Sex Education — Emma’s second lesson

Emma stared at her biology textbook in distress. Sex. The textbook assumed she had a basic level of understanding of the process. She did not. There were words she didn’t understand.

The door to her apartment opened and her roommate threw her bag on the floor and flopped on the couch next to Emma. “I’m exhausted!”

“Hard day?” Emma tipped her head to the side.

“Yeah. You’re still studying, so I guess that answers my question about your day.”

Emma glanced at the book in her lap, then shrugged.

Lizzy leaned over and peered at the book. “Ah, bio. That’s fun.”

“It’s not. I don’t understand any of this, Liz.”

“What don’t you understand?”

“Well, I didn’t learn about this… this… stuff.” She tossed the book at the more experienced girl.

Lizzy flipped through some pages. “Sex?”

Emma hid her face in her hands. “Yes. I can’t even say the word.”

“Why not? How?”

“I grew up in The Church. We didn’t talk about that.” She pointed at the textbook. “My mother would have explained it on my wedding night, but I had to run off to college.”

“So you’ve never had sex?”

Emma’s face melted from her embarrassment. “No.”

Lizzy pulled her hands away from her face. “What about masturbation?”

“What’s that?”

“Touching your pussy until you orgasm.” Lizzy looked down at Emma’s body pointedly.

Emma jumped back. “No! That’s not allowed.”

“Mm. I do it almost every night. So you’ve never had an orgasm.”

“I don’t know what that is,” Emma wailed, pulling against Lizzy’s hold on her.

“Really?” Lizzy’s eyes were wide as she released the innocent girl and shifted closer. “Have you ever been kissed, Em?”

Emma shook her head. “No.”

“Have you wondered what it’s like?”

“All the time, but I don’t want to upset my parents.”

“They won’t know unless you tell them. Are you interested in boys or girls?”

“The Church says — ”

“Screw their church. If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”

“I don’t know.” Emma played with the hem of her skirt. She was getting a funny feeling between her legs, like the warm buzzing sensation she got when she met with the youth pastor before she left for college. He always came so close to her, putting his hand on her knee or arm, talking nicely to her.

“Do you want to find out?” Lizzy asked.

Emma meant to refuse. The Church, her parents, the elders, even the pastor’s kind eyes told her she needed to resist temptation while pursuing her education. She nodded vigorously. She wanted to experience the passion she saw in random student couples who shut out the world around them for each other, mouths fused together, soft sighs falling from their lips. “Yes, very much.”

Lizzy manipulated Emma’s body, so they were facing each other, head up and back straight. She ran her thumb over Emma’s bottom lip, teasing her open. Then she brushed her mouth over the virgin skin. Her lips grabbed Emma’s top one and then the bottom.

Emma was an excellent student, and she was determined to absorb as much knowledge as she could here. Once she understood the rhythm, she kissed Lizzy back. Following the pattern: top, bottom, suck. Then Lizzy’s tongue slid into her mouth and Emma gasped, jerking back. Liz held her close, and warmth filled Emma’s body and a wetness grew between her legs.

She rubbed her thighs together, increasing the hum of electricity.

“Oh, little innocent girl is finding her body. Do you want me to show you more?”

“Yes.”

Liz kissed her again, hands massaging Emma’s chest until her nipples were so hard they ached. “Take off your shirt. Do you ever play with your… never mind, of course you don’t. Let’s find out how sensitive your nipples are.”

Emma squirmed out of her shirt and bra. She closed her eyes, her chest wasn’t as large as most girls her age. Lizzy’s fingers plucked the centers until Emma moaned. Then her mouth sucked one nipple, then the other, spreading the electricity. Emma rubbed her legs together harder, rocking her hips.

“At least take off your panties and use your hand between your legs, darling. Lay back and I’ll show you how to touch yourself for the most pleasure.”

Emma wiggled her panties off under her skirt, and Lizzy pulled the plain cotton skirt around her waist, exposing her most private body part. She wanted to hide, but Lizzy took her hand and brought it between her legs. Manipulating her fingers, Lizzy showed Emma exactly where to touch the small soft bundle of nerves that was so pleasurable it frightened Emma.

“Is this okay? This won’t hurt me?”

“God no, darling. I touch myself every night until I come. You’ll enjoy it. Rub your clit and I’ll suck on your nipples, see how you like it.”

Emma nodded, rubbing her finger around the bud, testing different touches until she found one that shot lightning through her body. She stayed there, stroking until she… broke inside. Her body shook uncontrollably and hot pleasure filled her. She jerked and twisted, never stopping her hand until she became limp.

Emma didn’t like it. She loved the new experience. She wanted more. How dare they hide this from her? Her eyes flew open, and she found Lizzy smiling at her. “How was that?”

“Good. Amazing. I don’t even have words, Liz. Can all women do that?”

“Yep.” Lizzy was undressing. “Your next lesson will be giving me pleasure. But we need to go to my bedroom.”

Emma nodded. “What about men?”

“Mmm, yes. But they don’t have the same anatomy.”

“How does it work for them?”

“You have Professor Brett for bio, right? You should ask him. In private. Make an appointment. I’m sure he’d give you a demonstration.”

“Oh, good idea.” Emma put her legs on the floor, unsure if they’d have the ability to stand. Sure enough, she followed Lizzy on steady feet to the bedroom. She ignored the disaster of Lizzy’s floor and that Lizzy threw the blankets off, before laying on her pillows with her legs spread wide.

She was shaved bare, and she used her fingers to open the lips between her legs to show the glistening inside. Lizzy flicked a hand over her clit while urging Emma closer.

“You know how we kissed out there?”

Emma nodded, creeping closer, wanting a better look at the female anatomy on display.

“I want you to kiss me like that, but right here. After you give me a good kiss, then I want you to lick my clit nice and slow, until I orgasm like you. Then we’ll do it again at the same time. All right?”

Emma nodded again. With some encouragement against her hesitation, she knelt between Lizzy’s legs and kissed her soft lips. “Come on Emma, eat me,” the more experienced girl urged her friend.

Emma didn’t know what that meant, but she remembered the guidance. She focused on licking Lizzy’s clit, occasionally darting down to the opening where the liquid flowed from her body. The drip tasted sweet, and Emma loved feeling it on her tongue. Soon Lizzy was shaking, more elixir flowing, and Emma lapped up the desire.

“Don’t stop,” Lizzy panted. “Can you swing your body over me? So your pussy is in my face?”

Emma thought the request strange, but she moved and Lizzy’s mouth raised to lick her clit then she understood. Together they worked on each other’s arousal. Lizzy taught her new moves, sucking her clit, pushing her tongue in the tender opening. Then a digit invaded Emma’s body, and she jerked to a stop. Lizzy thrust the finger in and out of the tight opening, then returned to licking.

Shaking and more electric flow of nectar came from both of them. But when Lizzy asked, Emma didn’t want to stop, so the practice continued until the bed was soaked and they were too exhausted to move.

Once Emma recovered, she had a shower, using the razor on the edge to trim the hair between her legs considerably. Then she emailed Professor Brett to arrange an appointment to learn about the male side of biology.

When she went to bed, she found the buzz between her legs hadn’t diminished, so she pressed her fingers to her clit. She liked the word. Clit, clit. It sounded naughty, but also filled with secret pleasure. With her hand still damp, her body fresh from another orgasm, she finally fell asleep.

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