I Had Sex With a Girl - And I Ruined It
Spontaneous group sex doesn’t always go so well
It started with too much alcohol and way too little conversation.
I didn’t think I’d have to slow things down and talk it out. I’d known Abby since high school and we had become even closer after graduation. If two people could feel their way through something without saying anything, it should be us.
I wouldn’t even have been spending the evening with her if we weren’t such good friends.
See, I have this nasty habit of having my birthday right on New Year’s Day. I never bothered inviting people to celebrate with me because I knew they all had big party plans.
I didn’t have to invite Abby, though. She asked to come.
My twenties were going to be off to a really cozy start. Just us and our boyfriends in a basement apartment so small there was nowhere to sit except the bed.
We ate slices from the shakily decorated cake. We drank from bottles of colorful booze that were so sweet you could barely register the alcohol. We counted down to midnight, with everyone wishing me a happy birthday instead of cheering the new year.
It doesn’t sound like much, but it was better than all the loud parties I was skipping out on.
I felt happy. I felt loved.
Then I felt Abby’s lips touching mine.
That caught me off guard, but I wasn’t all that surprised. We had kissed at parties before, in front of drunk guys who couldn’t stop staring. Sometimes, other girls would join in too so they could show off for their boyfriends too.
It was always fun, but there was something especially intimate about it this time. It was happening in my bed. I could feel Abby’s hand on my shoulder while we were kissing, which made my heart beat a little faster.
But we were liquored up and making out in front of our boyfriends. So, I told myself it was just our usual semi-slutty shenanigans.
And that’s why I barely noticed when it started becoming more.
My Awkward Birthday Bang
The kissing I was ready for, even when it got hot and heavy.
But her hand moving to my chest took my breath away. She was more handsy than usual, and I liked it.
I guess I was naive, because I still thought it would end there.
I was going to get sloppy drunk kisses from a cute girl. She was going to feel me up, too. Maybe I’d even work up the courage to slide my hand up her shirt.
Happy birthday to me.
It didn’t end there, though. I knew there was more coming when I felt her fingers toying around the waistband of my pants.
When she slid them into my underwear, I could barely process what was happening. I liked Abby and I really enjoyed getting physical with her, but I hadn’t really thought about going this far. I really wanted to fuck a girl, but I didn’t know if I was ready to do it at that very moment.
But the way she was rubbing my pussy felt so damn good. I was practically shaking with nerves, but I was too tipsy and turned on to ask her to slow things down.
She undid my pants and tugged them off. Then she went for my underwear. Before I knew it, I was on my back, legs spread, and the girl who was supposed to just be my friend was lapping her tongue against my pussy.
I had a million thoughts racing through my head. All of them were jumbled, all of them were fuzzy. I didn’t even know how to feel.
Normally, that might keep me from coming. But Abby knew what she was doing.
That just raised more questions. Had she done gone down on a girl before? Did she watch better girl-on-girl porn than I did? Was she just a natural muff diver?
Before I could work through those thoughts, my boyfriend reached down and spread my lips so Abby would have an even easier time pleasuring me.
The guys - I had forgotten all about the guys. I felt around for his cock and stroked it distractedly. I looked over at Abby’s boyfriend - he was staring, watching some of his lesbian fantasies play out in front of him.
Then my mind was right back on Abby and her soft tongue. The pleasure was starting to overwhelm me. All the anxious feelings drained away for a few moments. I felt the orgasm coursing through my body and the loud moans leaving my mouth.
Then the nervousness came rushing back.
It was the birthday girl’s turn. And I didn’t feel ready.
I tried to act confident. I told her to take her pants off and watched her peel the skinny jeans from her thick thighs.
Seeing more of her body was exciting. Touching her skin was incredibly arousing. Pushing her soft thighs apart made me hungry for her.
But I didn’t devour her like I was hungry. I didn’t eat her out with the same enthusiasm she had when she was going down on me.
Now that it was time to bury my face in her pussy, I was a scared kitten. I licked her slowly and immediately worried I was doing it wrong. I fingered her even more carefully, scared I would hurt her - even though I knew she’d probably taken it fast and rough before.
I remembered the guys again - that didn’t help. Having people watch me eat pussy should have been a major turn on. But knowing they were watching me suck at it just added to my embarrassment.
I had seen so many people eat pussy on film, but I couldn’t remember what it even looked like. I was drawing a blank.
So I licked and licked. I kept going until she moved things along and we were fucking our boyfriends instead of each other.
Things had started off hot - confusing, but hot. And I had to go make it awkward with my timid tongue. She had made me come and I couldn’t even return the favor.
It didn’t end there, but it only got worse.
Abby’s boyfriend had a hard time staying hard. That made her grumpy, which made him feel embarrassed and grumpy too.
There were uncomfortable silences and passive aggressive sighs while they waited for a cab to take them home.
I still felt embarrassed by how bad I had been in the sack. Abby had come all this way, skipped all those parties, gave me the most memorable birthday gift I ever received - and I couldn’t even pleasure her properly.
But I wasn’t the only one who ruined the sex party, so that took the heat off me. And at least I was going into my twenties having fucked a girl - even though I hadn’t done it well.
Next Time, I’ll Plan My Own Birthday Orgy
I’ve replayed that night in my head many, many times. And over the years, I’ve changed my mind about it.
I used to tell myself that night would’ve never happened if it had been planned. That I would’ve talked myself right out of having some birthday group sex.
But I don’t actually think that’s true.
I would’ve been nervous as hell, sure. But I would’ve also wanted to do something filthy and wild. I would’ve wanted to feel like a dirty girl. If nothing else, I would’ve wanted to prove to myself that I could go through with it.
And if it hadn’t come out of the blue, I would’ve actually been ready for it.
I could have mentally prepared for everything that was going to happen. I could’ve been enthusiastic and eager instead of anxious. I’d have the time to think about how I wanted to eat her out, so neither of us had to end up disappointed with my performance.
It’s too late for that now. It went down the way it went down - and I went down the way I went down. All I can do is take the good parts of it and move on.
I got to see my close friend naked, which is always great. I had a cute girl’s face between my thighs, which is even better. I got to play with pussy, which is more exciting than playing with my own. All good stuff.
And if I ever get a shot at fucking another lady, I know it’ll go much better. Not because I’ve got more pussy eating experience - I don’t. But I’m way better at sexual communication, and I know that talking about fucking is the only way to make sure your foursome doesn’t get ruined.
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