Meeting Her Pussy For the First Time

by S. J.

While I wasn't a gym rat by any stretch of the imagination, I did "loiter" around the gym when the volleyball team was practicing. Since I lived a block from campus, and both my parents worked for the university, it was easy for me to spend free time there. To be honest, I would get to the wellness center in time to run for a while, then conveniently the girls would be warming up for volleyball practice. Many times my older sister, also a student, would accompany me.

I could never get enough of the girls in their practice uniforms, stretching, reaching, lunging, and bending over. They all had nice asses and crotches worth looking at—fit bodies too. Especially for a 13-year-old girl like me who was attracted to older girls. My sister and I weren't the only spectators. There were plenty of the players’ friends and girlfriends as well as fans at the practices. Hardly any males though, except the coach.

It was so odd that I rarely got the opportunity to flirt with any of the players. The only time that anything ever happened was at a party with my sister where I watched a couple of the girls from the previous year's team make out. Otherwise, I was simply a lusting, yet supportive fan. Well, not so simply. I was a girl experienced with older girls.

One spring day after practice, my sister and I walked by the soccer field where the girls' soccer team was practicing. Although I didn't know anything about soccer or anyone on the team, I noticed one especially pretty girl. A pretty brunette, she was tall and athletic, with noticeable boobs through her clothes. We joined a few others in the bleachers to watch. The brunette was the only girl I found worth noticing. She moved with an ease that told me she was the star of the team, in addition to getting the ball in the net rather frequently. I also liked her happy mood. She seemed to smile constantly—and laugh.

During a break, she walked toward the stands, looked around, and said "Hi" to my sister. I was surprised. She sat down next to me.

"You are in my Bio lecture, aren't you?" she asked, apparently knowing the answer.

"Yeah, if it is Gruber," replied my sister, speaking in a way to let her know that she wasn't really excited about the class.

"You don't like biology?" Megan asked?

"Hello, I am a senior in my last semester," my sister commented.

"I am pre-med." She added, "Any time you want help, just let me know."

My sister agreed. During the conversation she touched my knee, my arm, my shoulder. She kept looking at me, not my sister. I was wet from the volleyball practice—but she made me even wetter.

My sister left, but I remained for the entire practice. When it was over, she returned. We talked for at least 30 minutes, after everyone had gone. Flirted was more like it. Jokingly, I asked if she would “tutor” me instead of my sister. She said she would. So I got her residence hall address with plans to visit her the next day. We were more than obvious to each other about out intentions. Needless to say, I masturbated furiously when I got home with thoughts of what might happen between us.

I forgot I had plans to volunteer at the library, so I didn't make it as we had planned, although I called and left a message. The following day, I went to her residence hall. As I was about to knock on her suite door, one of her suitemates was leaving. She let me in, directing me to Megan's room.

Music way playing. I assumed she would not hear me walk in. Her door was ajar, so I opened it without announcing myself. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was on the bed, on her stomach, humping a folded up pillow, wearing nothing by a purple thong. Her movements were vigorous and insistent. She was also moaning loudly.

I stood there, silently, rubbing my clit through my shorts and getting wetter by the moment. Things changed when all of a sudden she stopped, reached down to remove her thong and reposition herself on her back. Then she saw me.

"Nice show." I walked closer to her bed, still with my hand over my cunt. I didn't want to frighten her.

She spread her legs. It was obvious she was far from frightened. "Like anything you see?" she asked.

"Want me to show you?" I was admiring her boobs, which looked smaller than when I saw her before with clothes on. Her areola were huge, with firm large nipples pointing out.

"Yeah."

I leaned over, spread her legs as far apart as they would go, put my face to her cunt, then licked through her hairs, spreading them out on either side of her slit. I was thrilled at how hairy she was—and completely unshaved. Her pussy was absolutely beautiful. After I licked around her clit, and sucked on it, I settled my tongue at her vagina. I inserted it as far as it would go.